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part one/offense done!
#at first i intended to go with the usual 'put clothes on TOP of pyro's suit' gag but then i thought a piece of their suit just being#straight up burnt off would be funnier#tf2#team fortress 2#gnarliest garb#scout tf2#soldier tf2#pyro tf2#croptop#my art#scars tw#struggled a lot with the burn scars. still not happy with how they came out
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Rise of the Pink Ladies incorrect quotes
Its long as hell so imma put a post break here
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Jane: I think we're missing something.
Olivia: Teamwork?
Cynthia: Cohesion?
Nancy: A general sense of what we’re doing?
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Cynthia: Olivia isn’t answering her phone
Jane: I’ll call
Cynthia: Nancy and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-
Olivia: Hello?
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Jane: *Gently taps table*
Olivia: *Taps back*
Cynthia: What are they doing?
Nancy: Morse code.
Jane: *Aggressively taps table*
Olivia: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-
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Jane: Dammit, Nancy!
Nancy: What?! It wasn’t me!
Jane: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Cynthia!
Cynthia: Not me either.
Jane: Oh...Then who set the house on fire?
Olivia: *whistles*
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Cynthia: Is stabbing someone immoral?
Nancy: Not if they consent to it.
Olivia: Depends who you’re stabbing.
Jane: YES?!?
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*Jane's helping Olivia out after she gets injured, while the others are watching*
Cynthia: How does Olivia look?
Nancy: A little better than you, actually
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Jane: I think Nancy was right.
Olivia: I'm surprised she hasn’t marched in here to say 'I told you so.'
Cynthia: She wouldn't do that.
Nancy: You're right, Cynthia. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that.
Nancy: *turns around, the shirt she’s wearing says 'Nancy Told You So' on the back*
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Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.
Cynthia: Shit.
Olivia: Wait, three?
Cop: Yeah?
Jane: OH MY GOD NANCY FELL OFF!!!
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Olivia: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.
Cynthia: Are we stealing them?
Nancy: New or used?
Olivia: Wonderful responses, both of you.
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Cynthia: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!
Olivia: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD
Cynthia: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING NANCY WITH ME
Jane, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.
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Jane: *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?
Olivia: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.
Cynthia: I personally was created in a lab.
Nancy: I just straight up spawned lol.
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Jane: Everyone, synchronize your watches.
Olivia: I don’t know how to do that.
Cynthia: I don’t wear a watch.
Nancy: Time is a construct.
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Cynthia: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail
Nancy: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police
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Olivia: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming
Jane: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak
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Cynthia, struggling to keep upright in her 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me
Olivia, pointing at her and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.
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Cynthia: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume?
Nancy: *chugs entire bottle*
Nancy: It’s perfume.
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Cynthia: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.
Jane: You're like 15 years old
Cynthia: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!
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Cynthia: I learned some very valuable lessons from this.
Jane: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away.
Nancy: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God
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Olivia: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.
Jane: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.
Olivia: Absolutely not.
(This could work with either sibling but I’m gay so you get gay people)
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Cynthia: Top 30 reasons why Cynthia is sorry... Number 5 will surprise you!
Olivia: Top 30 anime deaths. Number One: YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!!!
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Jane: So what’s for dinner?
Cynthia, staring at the food she just burnt: Regret
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Jane: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE
Olivia: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially
Jane, desperately, as Olivia bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE
Olivia: Oh! B positive.
Jane: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE
Olivia:
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Cynthia: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you
Nancy: 10 times 0 is still 0 though
Cynthia: Jokes on you, I can't do math
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Jane: Can you please be serious for five minutes?
Cynthia: My record is four, but I think I can do it.
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Olivia: You often use humor to deflect trauma
Cynthia: Thank you
Olivia: I didn't say that was a good thing
Cynthia: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny
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Jane: Okay, truth or dare?
Nancy: Truth
Jane: How many hours have you three slept this week?
Nancy:
Cynthia: ...Dare
Jane: Go to bed.
Olivia: I don’t like this game.
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Olivia: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.
Jane: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?
Olivia: No! Four to five seconds!
Jane: Too late!!!
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Cynthia: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.
Jane: I think you mean cards.
Cynthia, pulling knives out of her sleeves: No, I do not.
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Jane: This is such a bad idea.
Nancy: Then why are you coming along?
Jane: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.
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Nancy: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited
Olivia: If?
Cynthia: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and she might not even die.
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Jane, to Nancy: My life is in the hands of an idiot!
Nancy, motioning to herself and Cynthia: No no no no no, TWO idiots!
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Cynthia: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time?
Nancy: The car takes a screenshot.
Olivia: For the last time, get the fuck out.
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Cynthia: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?
Nancy: How am I supposed to know?
Olivia: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.
Nancy: *sighs*
Nancy: You wouldn't be trapped.
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Store Worker: Would a Ms. Jane please come to the front desk?
Jane, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?
Store Worker: points to Nancy and Jane
Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?
Nancy and Cynthia, simultaneously: We got lost :(
Jane: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-
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Jane: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me
Nancy: Okay, but in my defense, Cynthia bet me 50 cents I couldn’t drink all that shampoo.
Jane: That’s not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?!
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Cynthia: I told Olivia her ears flush when they lie.
Jane: Why?
Cynthia: Look.
Cynthia: Hey Olivia! Do you love us?
Olivia, covering her ears: No.
Jane:
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*Cynthia and Nancy sitting in jail together*
Nancy: So who should we call?
Cynthia: I’d call Olivia, but I feel safer in jail
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Cynthia: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.
Nancy: The cow???
Cynthia: What?
Jane: Nancy, W H Y?
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Jane: We need a distraction.
Olivia: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?
Cynthia, whispering: My time has come
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Cynthia: Hey, Olivia? Can I get some dating advice?
Olivia: Just because I’m with Jane doesn’t mean I know how I did it.
#nobody cares maddy#at this point that’s just gonna become my tag for this whole fandom#maddy says dumb stuff and no one listens#rise of the pink ladies#grease rise of the pink ladies#rotpl#cynthia zdunowski#jane facciano#nancy nakagawa#olivia valdovinos#incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes generator#sorry this is long as hell
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jackass x fire stunt person headcanons
fulfilling a request for the original cast with someone who does tricks with fire. this required research on my part, which was fun :)
steve-o
you were officially on the team after you bested steve-o’s infamous fire breathing backflip by doing a backflip while completely on fire
you and steve-o become partners in crime almost immediately
you do tons of fire breathing stunts together
that being said, steve-o is always the most concerned when you get hurt
“are you okay??”
“yeah-“
“are you sure??”
“i’m fine, i just singed off a little hair”
“okay, good, because that was fucking rad, dude!”
johnny knoxville
the flaming handshake is a favorite stunt
you and johnny each set a hand on fire, and did an incredibly elaborate handshake
“hi, i’m y/n”
“and i’m johnny knoxville”
“and this is the flaming handshake.
“okay hurry-“
the fact that you guys memorized the handshake was arguably more impressive than the fire part
chris pontius
was asked in an interview once who he thought the ‘hottest’ crew member was
he immediately said you, and then laughed at his own joke
it’s now a ritual to name you anytime someone asks that question
pontius finds it hilarious every time
“it’s a bad joke, pontius”
“no it’s not! they’re the hottest because they’re always on fire! you guys just don’t want to accept my comedic genius.”
bam margera
you threatened to singe his hair once
he’s swears he’s never run from someone faster
except maybe from snakes
you’ve explained to him how fire eating works like eight times and he still doesn’t get it
“but how does your mouth not burn.”
“i’ve told you a million times, heat travels upwards-“
“but the fire is in your mouth”
*sigh*
ryan dunn
has also tried to explain the science of fire eating to bam multiple times
in the end you both agree that it’s hopeless
he’s surprisingly smart when it comes to the science of everything you do
he’s also one of the first people to check on you after stunts
he’s honestly such a sweetheart
“are you good? do we need the medic?”
“i don’t think so, some water would be nice though.”
you make constant jokes about his hygiene (they’re out of love)
“i wouldn’t get too close, the air around you might combust”
“hey, i don’t smell that bad”
dave england
you let him attempt to breath fire once
never again.
he burnt his eyebrows off
like completely off
you found it a lot funnier than he did
“i almost burnt my face off!! why’d you let me do that?!”
“you’re fine, it’s just hair.”
he was actually first up for the flaming handshake stunt, but after the fire breathing incident, he would have no part in it
“you’re insane if you think i’m doing a fire stunt with them again”
danger ehren
spent like two weeks straight teaching you how to snowboard just so you could do one stunt
he’s a great teacher, surprisingly
“here, watch me first”
“i’ve been watching you this whole time, ehren”
the stunt was called ‘bi-polar snowboarding’ and it consisted of you lighting yourself on fire and snowboarding off a jump and into a snowbank
ehren cheered the loudest when you finally nailed it
“i told you you could do it! fuck yeah!”
weeman
you discover very quickly that he’s a very fun person to set on fire
it doesn’t take a lot of convinceing to get him to do stunts with you either
unlike dave’s attempt, it turns out weeman is not bad at fire breathing
“like this?”
“yeah, a little farther closer to your face though”
“you promise i won’t end up like dave?”
“i’m like 75% sure”
“eh, good enough”
preston lacy
will have nothing to do with fire.
like, at all.
he’s almost as bad as dave
you and jeff talk him into being an extra for one stunt
all he has to do is throw you a few things that are on fire for you to juggle
he shakes throughout the entire thing, but ends up getting it done
it doesn’t look as cool on camera though, and gets scrapped
“i just did that for nothing?!”
“it wasn’t for nothing, you conquered another fear!”
“i never wanted to conquer any!”
extra:
jeff tremaine
he likes the fact that he rarely has to talk you into things
it’s talking the other guys into doing things with you that’s the issue
nicknames you johnny storm
“johnny!”
“what?”
“other johnny- storm, not knoxville”
jeff was always good at (begrudgingly) finding things for you to do, since mtv wouldn’t allow a lot of your stunts on the tv show
“i can’t even do fire eating??”
“don’t get mad at me, it’s mtv’s fault, not mine.”
when you were finally allowed to set yourself on fire for the first movie, everyone was stoked (jeff especially)
the flaming backflip was a hit
#jackass#jackass headcanons#johnny knoxville#steve-o#chris pontius#bam margera#ryan dunn#dave england#danger ehren#weeman#preston lacy#jeff tremaine#gn!reader
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Ninja Daily: Vapors 83
"Nii, stop!"
For one bizarre moment, she thought that the redheaded man was calling the blonde woman his brother. That didn't make much sense, so she was actually slightly relieved to realize it must be her name instead.
Then she had the 'oh shit' realization that she really should have already put together.
' That's Yugito Nii . Cloud's other jinchuuriki. The one who completely mastered her own bijuu.'
Aiko gave serious consideration to whimpering, maybe covering her face like Mitsuo did when there was something scary around.
It was hard to tell if Yugito was clearing her throat or preparing a painful hairball. Either way, she made an ugly raspy sound before she managed to force out human words. "It's our duty not to come back empty handed. She's not what we wanted, but the jinchuuriki's sister would almost be more fitting than the boy himself, considering Konoha's crime."
'Would this be a bad time to mention that Naruto isn't even in Konoha?' some dazed part of her brain wondered. Yes. Yes it would be, because he was probably more vulnerable wherever he was than within Konoha's walls. She couldn't have them chasing him down when he only had three others for support.
That was about when her mind caught up to the implication that they had been planning to kidnap Naruto in payback for B's death. It probably wasn't to sit down for tea and cuddles with him either, since they thought Konoha responsible for a brutal and ignominious death. She couldn't have that: anyone who tried to harm Naruto deserved a painful death.
Of course, she didn't exactly want them after her, either.
"If that's what's going on, I'm afraid I will have to take off the kid gloves, kitty-cat," Aiko grit out between her teeth with a strained smile and eyes that were probably a bit too wild to pass as sane. "Pity. I wasn't going to kill any of you, since it was much funnier to ditch your little friends in hostile territory across the continent."
The jinchuuriki inhaled, and then was overcome with a virtual pillar of hot blue light. Aiko blinked just in time to see the manifestation of sheer power split into two, wavering and crackling. "Good," Yugito breathed, fanged and clawed and thoroughly dangerous. "I wouldn't want to beat you when you weren't taking me seriously, Uzumaki."
Her lips thinned. "You couldn't beat me even then."
Even as the words left her lips, Aiko wondered why the hell she'd said that. It was a cocky lie. Yugito would chew her up and spit her out if she wasn't at her best.
' Time for that later. Wait. Oh my god, I just realized that Cloud's jinchuuriki recognized me on sight. Just because they were briefed on Naruto, or on my own merits?'
Unsettling.
The look in Yugito's eyes was hard to read, but she breathed in deeply through her nose—and exhaled a blast of fire worthy of an Uchiha from her mouth that must have burnt up her own lips.
Aiko easily dodged, taking to a tree with a quick flip –and a wince at the lingering pain in her knees. She couldn't let Yugito touch her again unless she was getting something truly good in return. The risk was only worth it in return for a finishing blow.
She could run away from this fight without a problem… if she was willing to leave a partially transformed jinchuuriki an hour's sprint from the village. How much damage could Yugito do?
'An unacceptable amount,' she grimly judged.
But if Yugito was so powerful, why would she waste her time with an attack that followed a straight trajectory like that at a relatively low speed? If she'd trapped Aiko first, sure, it could have torn the flesh from her bones in an instant. But Yugito had to know by now that Aiko was fast enough to dodge that.
'Ah. That's why.'
The instant that her feet connected with the tree she'd leapt to, Yugito's attack (shaped suspiciously like an animal) broke apart into hundreds of tiny pieces—and the burning wreckage of the first attack proceeded to demonstrate an alarming disregard for laws of physics like 'a body in motion will stay in the same path of motion' for no apparent reason and zoom around to chase her.
She bit down a shriek when her first dodge didn't steer her totally clear of the barrage and a little spark that stank like burning hair caught her neck. Her next Hiraishin was reflexive, and gave her just enough distance to see that some of the floating bits of fire had been unable to stop before they wasted themselves on the trees behind her first position, but others were already re-orienting towards her.
The solution was obvious: dodge them in such a way that forced them to collide with something other than her.
It would have been a great solution if Yugito wasn't giving an inhuman roar and a chakra flare that seemed to gift her a burst of speed, forcing Aiko to dodge two separate sets of attacks.
'Getting hit by tiny fires will hurt. Getting hit by her will be the end of the fight,' she assessed, evaluating Yugito herself as the larger threat by far. That was why she flickered to a position that put the flying fire between her and Yugito. Perhaps she could be tricked into running through her own attack in her enraged state.
In the next instant, Yugito slashed through her old position, the tips of her foot-long claws catching bark and cutting through it like it was ice cream. Her booted feet hit the wood on either side of her hands in an impressive display of flexibility and she launched herself bodily across the clearing before Aiko even had to think about dodging the tiny fires.
Aiko actually felt a bit of a chill, despite the crackling heat all around. She'd lost track of the remaining enemy nin sometime in the last few seconds.
' Let's hope he's either a coward who ran or the gentlemanly type who plans to let the ladies fight it out.'
She flitted to another position high above Yugito's head, working her hands through a series of seals she didn't often use. Cold pressure began to build in her stomach almost immediately. Without the seals, she was adept enough to perform a smaller version of this technique, commanding a couple bathtubs worth of water from sheer affinity. Aiko had used it not too long ago on that creepy puppet fucker. But Yugito was the type of opponent who merited the real deal.
' And the dramatics of shouting out technique names, since this is hardly a stealthy ninja fight anyways.'
The thought might have been slightly hysterical. Still, she readied herself on the second to last seal- and had to Hiraishin again, having misjudged just how speedily Yugito could whip around and the fact that the other woman would fucking cut down the tree with her claws like the world's cutest lumberjack. The scent of burning hair was heavily flavored now with grass, leaves, and even a bit of scorched wood from Yugito's initial attack. She couldn't afford to fight the environment as well as a jinchuuriki.
"Exploding water: Colliding Wave!"
Lucky it was at least a good elemental match-up for her. Thank kami for small favors.
Aiko dropped her jaw immediately as she finished the final seal and poured a truly horrific amount of chakra into the technique, expelling the contents of a respectable swimming pool in an arc over the clearing, soaking Yugito (and sending her flying backwards like a thrown doll for a moment) as well as the grass and flying projectiles. To recover, Aiko immediately took a deep breath to fight off the sudden bout of lightheadedness from burning off a quarter of her chakra reserves in one move and made a fist with her left.
The fist wasn't necessary, exactly, but it kept her hand from shaking when she snaked the largest chakra chain she could manage on an instant's preparation down it.
' I wish I was more like Kushina. Her chakra chains were so far superior to mine that it isn't even funny.'
She'd never seen them herself, but she didn't have to have witness Kushina to interpret the underwhelmed expressions of everyone who'd seen her mother's weapons as confirmation that they weren't even in the same ballpark. A woman who had restrained the fully transformed Kyuubi on her deathbed wouldn't have had to blink at a partially transformed jinchuuriki of a lesser demon.
But she would be a pretty poor kunoichi if her response to a dangerous situation was wishing someone else was around to save her. Her skill-set could have been designed specifically for the purpose of restraining jinchuuriki, for kami's sake. She had the speed to avoid devastating attacks and the ability to contain even poisonous chakra from a safe distance.
Yugito was still caught up in the gushing water when Aiko jumped down to ride the wave. It carried the blonde kunoichi backwards a good five meters before she regained her feet and struggled wildly to climb to the top of the current. Aiko caught Yugito around the gut with an intentionally dull chain before she could ready herself to dodge and immediately wrapped it as many times as she could, constricting Yugito's ribs. The older kunoichi, looking bedraggled and pissed with her hair plastered to her face, ('Haha, wet cat', Aiko thought hysterically,) immediately started testing the restraints and flailing. Yugito tossed her head back and yowled, curling her augmented claws around to tear at what she could reach of the chains. Aiko was forced to keep feeding more and more chains to keep the woman restrained, feeling stress build in her aching muscles from trying to hold a rampaging jinchuuriki.
"Stop. Moving." She gritted out from between clenched teeth, bending the arm that her largest chain was wrapped around slightly to give her a better angle and then used the physical strength she could muster in conjunction with her own control of her chains in order to fling Yugito bodily across the clearing and slam her face-first into the ground in a skid, twisting and spinning to lift her immediately again and send her crashing through a tree at an angle that might have broken a hip.
She still had that seal on Yugito's gut, but it was her safeguard. Without any idea of where Yugito's demon seal was, doing anything that might shred it or interfere would be reckless unless she had no other option. So she shouldn't put any more seals near Yugito's major chakra gates. Besides, with the way that jinchuuriki regenerated, having a Hiraishin to exploit later might be more valuable than a one-time explosion that would destroy her seal.
Super-enhanced jinchuuriki healing and strength or not, blunt force trauma was still enough to stun the jinchuuriki of the two-tailed cat.
'Now I see why people thought these chains were so good for restraining bijuu.'
"Dayyyummm," Aiko huffed, a grin tugging up one side of her mouth despite herself, smashing Yugito face-up into the ground with force that created a small crater before heaving her up again to smack against an outcropping of stone that audibly cracked one of the jinchuuriki's bones. Which one, she couldn't be bothered to guess. "Even my third-rate jutsu is enough to hold a lame-ass like you."
Yugito just yowled through what had to be a broken jaw, bloody spit flying from her bared teeth.
Aiko almost felt bad, but kept the older woman in motion, hoping that she would just stop regenerating. The chakra cloak Yugito wore was flickering after each impact. With any luck, that meant it was on the verge of failing. 'Unconscious' would be a huge step-up for Yugito, as far as Aiko was concerned. She didn't want to bring a dangerous enemy to anyone else and risk other lives, but she would be remiss to let a hostile of Yugito's caliber go in search of another target either. It was starting to seem that she had the situation pretty well under control. A third chakra chain had snaked around the larger mass to pin Yugito's arms, so there would be no jutsu she could use to free herself.
Just two more hits caused the faltering chakra cloak to fall entirely. Aiko kept her chakra chains intact and tight as she cautiously picked her way over to the fallen jinchuuriki, conscious that it might be a feint. She didn't react when Aiko tugged off her cloud headband, which pretty well settled for Aiko that she was well and truly out of it. Losing the public declaration of your loyalty… that was awful, a symbol of total defeat. No one with any self respect would allow their headband to be taken without a struggle. Her pulse was still going strong, though, which left Aiko in the unpleasant position of having to come to a decision on what to do with her.
Anyone highly placed in the chain of command would dictate that she took Yugito back to the village like she had that blond sensor. She would be an incredibly valuable commodity for trade with Lightning. They couldn't just let her be lost.
But taking her… that would seem to prove every negative claim that the Raikage was making about them. It might well push other countries into believing his fear-mongering talk that Konoha was out to steal their jinchuuriki. Konoha would be beset by far too many enemies.
War would be stupid, even more so than usual. They just couldn't afford it when the Akatsuki were the real threat. It would be far worse if they were fighting more than just Lightning.
Killing Yugito… That would technically be absolvable, since she had been intruding in their country and engaged in combat with a marked Konoha soldier. No one would contest that she'd had to kill Yugito to control her. Cloud would be furious, but no one would honestly take them seriously if they tried to complain about one of their soldiers being killed in combat. It was a risk of being a shinobi. It wouldn't dissolve the tensions with Cloud, but it would undermine their main defamatory claim as well as setting back Akatsuki's goals.
If Yugito was killed while her demon was dormant, it would perish with her. Sure, it would probably re-form, but not for an extended period of time.
Her fingers ran gently along Yugito's face, positioning on either side of her jaw. One good twist would end all this stupidity. There were some things even a bijuu couldn't fix, and this would be instant. Painless.
Squelch.
' I forgot about her backup. I can't believe I forgot about him.'
Aiko's heart fell to her gut even as she twisted her head to see the man who had just touched down in the scorched swampland that the clearing had become. He was sprinting towards her, holding a blade in each hand.
She jerked her hands down to break the connection to the chakra chains, letting them dissolve on their own and dropped down below her opponent's guard to give him a punch to the junk just to share how she felt about him.
At least, that was the plan. Aiko blinked stupidly as her fists passed through the man that she only belatedly realized was a genjutsu.
"You tricked me," dropped from her lips. She felt strangely cheated.
The slim man who gathered Yugito up in his arms and took off for the safety of the border didn't even give her a backwards glance. He'd come out of hiding to retrieve his comrade.
' What was the point of that? He knows he can't possibly out-run me. I'll just Hiraishin. I can kill him from behind without any opposition, and then take Yugito to do as I will.'
The plan was simple, obvious, and all but fool proof. The jinchuuriki of the two-tails was broken and within her grasp. All she had to do was reach out and take it.
But she didn't. Aiko straightened, and watched the loyal Cloud-nin flee thoughtfully. That was one brave mother-fucker. He really should have just run away and left Yugito to her fate. It would have been the intelligent action. But… She was a lot more impressed by this, to be honest.
'I suppose my time might be better used if I went to check on the outpost and saw what was going on than if I beat down one brave idiot and a woman I've already smashed up and down five ways to Tuesday.' She frowned. 'Still. Even if I do let them live, I can't leave them unsupervised within Fire Country. I have to chase them all the way out. Or take them myself.'
She took off at a run behind the fleeing nin, pushing just until she had them fully in her sight and zinged forward with a rush of Hiraishin power, barely stopping in the real world before she slipped back into the flat dimensional space and deposited the man she was gripping by the knot of his headband onto the soil of Grass country. Immediately, she leapt backwards as he awkwardly swept around to try to hit her, eyes wild.
The look in his face when he saw that she'd backed off was baffled. The line of blood from the scrape his headband had left as she'd torn it off only enhanced the expression. (Hey, she had a pattern going. Consistency was important).
"Hurry home now," Aiko said quietly, letting the glee of her earlier fight fade. "Don't come back to Konoha, or I will have to kill you next time."
' I might get in trouble for this. But my original reasoning still stands. And kidnapping a jinchuuriki would only enflame things at this point. Killing her… there's no longer any point, since she's been defeated.'
To hell with the potential consequences. There was a more immediate concern, in the form of the outpost that this group had crept past.
"I think you owe me the favor of a question." Intentionally, she let a twig crunch under her foot when she pressed forward.
The conscious cloud shinobi didn't so much as flinch at her approach, eying her calmly. Yugito hung limply over her comrade's shoulder, blood dripping slowly from her mouth. If the man in front of her was intimidated, he was too good to show it.
"The outpost. Did you sneak past, or are they dead?"
Aiko could see the pulse jump in his neck. She found herself perversely interested in how he would respond. Would his pride forbid he share information, even though he suspected she could kill him? He wouldn't have run if he trusted that he could win a fight against her.
A surprisingly melodic voice gave her answer, though he didn't seem happy about it. "No one is dead. We were intended to take the first two high-value targets available. If we got lucky, the Senju woman would be choking on her own blood now."
"And my little brother?" Aiko prodded sternly, letting a hint of cruelty creep into her eyes. "Was that the plan for him too?" He had to see the irony in killing someone's little brother to revenge the Raikage's, even if that had been a source of black amusement before encountering someone who actually cared about the boy in question.
Her opponent was honorable enough to look a little shamed at being called out like that, but firmly stood his ground. "No. Konoha owes us a bijuu. We were going to take him so that a seal master could get us what you took. His death would be a side effect, not the aim."
She'd thought as much.
Quietly, she shook her head and let a bit of sorrow cross her face. "We didn't do it, you know. I hate Akatsuki as much as the Raikage should, and I don't even blame him for lashing out in his pain." Her expression firmed. Maybe she was better at intimidation than she'd thought, because whatever he saw in her eyes made the shinobi shift backwards. "But anyone who so much as touches Naruto is going to live just long enough to wish that they hadn't."
It was a promise, not an idle boast.
She didn't let him respond, flickering back to the closest seal to the yellow-painted outpost. (The paint was inside, not outside. Yellow was poor camouflage in a forest). He probably hadn't lied to her, but it would be negligent not to check for herself. A few minutes of running brought her within sight of friendly shinobi. Aiko intentionally slowed, both out of politeness and a sense of the pragmatic. Hands raised, she moved to call attention. "Hello!"
"Halt!"
' I'm not moving, dumbass.'
Aiko instinctively raised her arm guard to deflect the shuriken that came swinging her way… and only belatedly realized that she wasn't wearing arm guards. She was wearing a kimono. A kimono that now had a shuriken sticking to it. She stupidly blinked at the blade puncturing her flesh for a moment.
"Shinobi-san?"
Her voice was curiously flat, but the man who had leapt out to meet her seemed to have registered her affiliation. "Yes, Uzumaki-san?" he asked meekly, seeming to stare at her arm.
And he knew her too. Glorious.
"You can damage my dress, but you incompetent twats couldn't manage to notice eight Kumo-nin pass your stretch of the border?"
Maybe it was unnecessary to raise her voice, but she was just at the end of her goddamn rope. And one jumped-up border guard dope had just managed to do more visible damage to her as any one of the foreign shinobi she'd just fought. A Chuunin. A shuriken-happy Chuunin.
Kami. How embarrassing.
She'd chalk it up to fatigue and the fact that she'd trusted her allies not to act like jackasses if anyone asked.
"-reckless, idiotic, short-sighted-"
Aiko did her very best not to betray that she was struggling to stay awake. Tsunade was doing an excellent job of scolding her, she really was. It was just that the mixture of light bloodloss and the fading adrenaline high had her feeling something like a dirty sock. Limp and in need of a wash. Failing that opportunity, she would settle for collapsing on the floor. It was starting to look pretty appealing. What pretty carpet Tsunade had.
' I shouldn't have come back here. I could have crashed in the outpost and dealt with this later.'
Who would have been cruel enough to drag her out of bed, after all? Maybe Karin… Tsunade… Yamato… Hmm.
' I need nicer friends.'
"-should hit you until you start learning how to wait for orders-"
She winced a little. There was a point there. She'd even been in Tsunade's office. Another second or two to be told to take another person for back-up or even just get the okay to go back out wouldn't have killed her. It wasn't like there had really been a possibility that Tsunade would have let the intruders go uncontested.
"-have any idea how risky-"
Yes, yes, it had been risky, but it had been a controlled risk. Tsunade was starting to sound like a broken record. Being a shinobi always meant putting yourself in dangerous positions. The difference between fighting foreigners on orders and fighting them without it was a stupid one. Yugito probably would have stomped the collection of Chuunin in the outpost if they had bothered to be competent enough to notice her. Why shouldn't she engage in a fight she was much more suited to than those who had orders for it?
(The criticism definitely wasn't fair. Once they'd left her sight, she hadn't been able to sense the intruders either. They'd had an amazing chakra specialist and had all been high-level enough to move silently and speedily even while evading patrols.)
"I know that it looks like I didn't think things through at all."
Tsunade blinked, apparently not expecting the quiet interruption.
"But I didn't want to kill any of them, and I thought that anyone else might not understand my reasoning on short notice. In addition, I am uniquely suited to removing threats non-lethally."
"Translation, with the stick pulled out of your ass?" Tsunade asked dryly, twisting a pencil around her fingers.
"I can Hiraishin them out of our borders so that they can't do any damage without actually having to fight them and risk getting hurt or hurting them."
The muscle under one of Tsunade's eyes twitched. "You do realize that this put you in danger, even if I do concede that it was less danger than it would be for anyone else? And that hardly explains why you chose not to kill any of them. I never took you as a soft touch."
"Akatsuki is our biggest threat, not Cloud," Aiko bit out crisply. She didn't seem to react to the way that Tsunade face-faulted at that blasé dismissal of a country on the verge of declaring open war against them. Even if they weren't, sending a raiding party meant that Konoha was going to be pushed towards declaring war themselves.
Then again, Aiko might have been onto something. If she'd let that task force gain entry and harm Fire Country citizens, Tsunade would be compelled as Hokage to force war. But as it was, all Lightning had committed was unlawful entry into the country. That was an offense worth sanctions and fines, but not a call to war. Cloud had been humiliated, but the diplomatic situation hadn't been worsened, since there were no casualties on their side either. They would be furious about both the snub and the hostage, but they would either have to abandon C to Konoha's tender mercies (giving them plenty of time to wring him for information) or agree to treat with them. If nothing else, it would delay the grind towards war while the Raikage figured out what he wanted to do.
"And you didn't want to be the impetus for a war?" Tsunade finished dryly, looking up to scan Aiko's face and realizing that the Jounin had just about fallen asleep on her feet while she'd been thinking.
Tsunade heaved a sigh. The next thing Aiko realized was that she was stepping back from an invasion of her personal space, and a warm hand was tilting her chin up so that her turquoise eyes met with Tsunade's honey colored ones.
"You're not really listening, are you?" She sounded a bit exasperated, but not really angry. A self-effacing sigh escaped, and she let Aiko's chin drop. "I suppose that serves me right for keeping you here instead of sending you off to the hospital. I'll lecture you again later, little idiot. For now…" Tsunade seemed to consider her next words carefully. "Good job. I don't like the way you took everything upon yourself, but you still saved Konoha some trouble. I think it might be time to go public about your parents."
Aiko blinked at the apparent non sequitur, wondering if she'd fallen asleep without realizing it.
Thankfully, an explanation was forth-coming. "That information was suppressed to keep you two safe from your parents' enemies," Tsunade pointed out clinically. "You and Naruto are both large enough targets that I think we can safely count the blissful period of your political invisibility to be over. At this point, you could benefit more by riding on your parents' reputation. It could very well make enemies less willing to tangle with you two. Yes, the more I think about it, the more I like it…"
Uncertainly, she offered up a shrug. Then she wished she hadn't, because her head spun a bit. Even stupid little wounds from nasty toenail claws, minor burns, and shuriken stab wounds would apparently bleed enough to be a bother if left untreated for long enough. Though maybe the problem was from getting hit over the head, now that she thought about it. "Whatever you say, Hokage-sama."
It wasn't like Aiko wanted to argue.
"Ask someone in the waiting room to walk you to the hospital, kitten." Tsunade –shock of all shocks- gave Aiko a brief hug and then a poke to the tip of her nose. "Since there's no need to send out the second team, I think that makes the most sense. Thank you for reporting on the outpost, by the way." She reached into a jacket pocket and withdrew the two headbands from earlier to tuck into Aiko's hand, patting it closed around the fabric. "And take your crap with you. I don't want to get involved in your weird trophy-taking."
"It made sense at the time," Aiko muttered resentfully, making a move to pocket them and then aborting it to stick under her obi instead when she realized she had no pockets. "And I don't plan on doing anything weird with them. What are you thinking, that I'll decorate my apartment with them?"
She stopped with her hand around the doorknob. 'That actually sounds kind of hilarious, now that I think about it. I'll need a lot more than this…'
"Out!"
Aiko went.
The group she saw when she pushed open the office door and half-stumbled out (mostly kept standing by sheer stubbornness, now that no adrenaline was hiding the pain in her knees from that insanely strong woman's kick) didn't exactly light her heart afire with joy.
' Tsunade was going to send Gai's team as the reinforcements?'
Her initial reaction was skepticism, but she pushed that down. They were a goofy looking bunch, but very powerful in their own way. They probably would have done much better in that fight than her biases wanted to think.
Tsunade's voice carried out from the office before she could open her mouth to ask for help. "You aren't needed after all, since miss independent here decided she'd rather fight eight cloud-nin on her own. Someone take her to the hospital."
Aiko felt strangely indignant about that summation. It wasn't inaccurate, perse, but…
"I would be honored to assist a fair maiden!" Lee leapt to his feet, not appearing even momentarily depressed by the false alarm call to a mission or remotely interested in Tsunade's claim that she'd taken on eight enemies at a time (not exactly accurate, as what she'd done had been one-on-one and like half of them had run off anyways). He gave her a painfully bright grin, paired with a thumbs-up pose. "Let us go to the hospital!"
' Never .'
That was far too much cheerfulness for her to be saddled with right now. No way, no how. Aiko ignored him completely and begin to drag her aching carcass across the outer office herself.
No one seemed to notice her slow escape.
"An excellent suggestion, my handsome young apprentice!" Gai chuckled with obnoxious volume, apparently not noticing that the middle-aged secretary appeared to be considering leaping across her desk to strangle him. "You are a true gentleman!"
"Gai-sensei!" Lee grinned, twitching to face his mentor and opening his arms up for a hug. "Your praise honors me!"
A warm hand grabbed hold of her elbow, and she smelled pine. "Come on," Hyuuga Neji sighed, not sounding particularly enthusiastic. "I assume that you do not wish to wait for them to be finished."
Aiko managed to squint at him. It wasn't quite a glare, but it was the best she could do at the moment. He appeared to be immune, however.
"Wait for me!" Lee called good naturedly, rushing to open the door. Something in Aiko's eye twitched. He was acting like she was dying or something. Hogwash. She had minor injuries and a need for a nap. This parade was ridiculous.
"Oh, don't be like that." Tenten swung an arm around her waist and began steering her down the hall against her will, chattering inanely all the while. She was freakishly strong as well. "Was Tsunade-sama joking? I mean, I think we would have heard, but then I guess we did if that's why we were called out here."
' Oh god. Stop talking.'
She managed to give the room at large a piteous expression, hoping someone would come save her from being sandwiched between far too much cheer and doom 'n gloom Neji.
No one did, but thankfully the nurse chased Lee and Tenten off. Neji had disappeared almost as soon as they'd passed through the hospital doors, like he was some sort of vampire who needed an invitation to go further or something. Still, she'd grudgingly admit that he was a bit less of an ass than she remembered.
'Not like that's high praise. He was a total jerk when I had class with him… six… years… ago.' Aiko winced, letting a young iryo-nin clean out her minor wounds. 'I'm being a hypocrite. How petty is it to hold a grudge about how he hurt my feelings in elementary school by being better than me?'
Pretty insufferably petty. She couldn't very well hate him for something like that if she wanted to convince even herself that she'd matured.
Maybe she could still despise him for his insufferably pretty hair, though. It had brushed against her shoulder when he'd helped her down the stairs (even though she totally didn't need the assistance). It was as soft as it looked, regrettably.
She sort of wanted to yank on it, hard.
"Uzumaki-san? Are you with us? Your eyes are unfocused."
"I'm here, I'm here." Aiko blinked rapidly in an attempt to stave off tiredness. "Do I have a concussion?"
The medic paused for a moment. "You didn't report a head injury." When directed, she tilted her face down and warm fingers combed through her hair, trailing minty chakra.
Aiko woke up to a warm mass on her feet. That was unusual (not least because she didn't remember going to sleep), so she cracked an eye open and sat up.
' I only recognize one of those dogs.'
She closed one eye, squinted, tilted her head, and even tried blinking rapidly. Nope. There were still two dogs sleeping on her lower legs.
That was hardly out of character for Mitsuo, but she'd thought he had the manners not to invite a stranger into her home. Or hospital bed, as the case appeared to be.
"That's Hōseki," a familiar voice blandly informed.
"That's nice," Aiko stalled, still a bit confused. "Why is a dog named Jewel sleeping on my feet?"
"Because you need sensible supervision, apparently." There was a slight edge in Kakashi's voice at that point. She winced away from it.
' Is he… is he mad at me?'
Aiko didn't notice that she slumped into a slightly defensive posture, curling her shoulders inward, but he did. "Kakashi?"
The meek little peep of his name deflated the majority of his irritation. But still, some things had to be said. "You nearly got yourself killed." She looked like she'd been hit, cringing inwards and drawing her knees up to her chest. He didn't allow the steel to fade from his tone. "You could have had backup in an instant, and you didn't bother. I'm disappointed that you didn't even tell the Hokage except as an afterthought. Why? Do you think you're invincible? Or do you just not trust any of your comrades?"
At this point, Kakashi actually felt a little guilty for berating a girl in a hospital gown. But if he let this go, her behavior would only get worse. She was capable, but taking on eight opponents at a time when she'd had the ability to instantly travel to back-up was insane and spoke either to a dangerously stubborn one-mindedness or a far too developed sense of independence.
'Well, at least she still respects me.' It was mildly bitter comfort, since his proof was that she looked devastated to receive the harshest criticism he'd ever given her.
"I…." She cleared her throat quietly, tangling her fingers into the fabric of the sheets. "It's not anything like that. I made a tactical decision based on my analysis that I was best suited to the situation and didn't want to involve someone and get them hurt. I didn't want the Cloud shinobi killed either. It would have made tensions even worse."
"Not good enough." He averted his eyes, because watching her shrink away from his words actually made him uncomfortable. "You're a Jounin now, and people depend on you to make responsible decisions, even when it's hard and it means that you will have to worry about others getting harmed. That's their job, and they have the right to do it. You can't afford to play the lone hero, no matter how good you are at it. Everything worked out this time, but it could have easily ended with you dead and eight shinobi infiltrating. Do you understand me?"
"Yes." Her tone was a bit clipped now. Perhaps her temper was waking up.
"Good." That duty done, Kakashi allowed his spine to bend and he relaxed against the wall, watching the gentle rise and fall of two sleeping dogs breathing. He hadn't entirely been exaggerating about Hōseki- another one of Pakkun's recommendations. She was a bossy little thing, by all accounts. She and Aiko might do each other good. His tone softened on the next words. "Don't make your comrades worry unnecessarily, Aiko. Naruto rushes head-first into a fight too, but that's why he's still a genin. I know that you can control your impulses. Next time, get at least one of us. I promise to help you out, even if I'm really busy doing my hair."
A strange giggle-snort sound escaped from her general direction, but she didn't seem cheery.
It was a massive guilt trip, but he didn't regret it. If it would keep her from making the same stupid mistakes he had, he'd say harsh things.
Wanting to protect your comrades was noble, but going over their heads like that disrespected them more than anything else and displayed ether dangerous overconfidence or lack of regard for her own well-being. Either was a possibility, unfortunately. Both options were bad. Worse yet was the possible truth that she was just becoming used to working alone and it genuinely didn't occur to her to trust others to help her. That would be a dark road to walk.
But not an entirely unjustified conclusion, unfortunately. Kakashi grimaced because the words left a bad taste in his mouth, but forced himself to admit, "I know that your team has let you down lately, myself included."
Perhaps she hadn't known that, because her head immediately shot around to stare at him and Aiko looked frankly baffled.
"I never even tried to talk to you about what happened in Sand. That was wrong." Self-conscious, he scratched at the fabric of his pants with a nail. 'I'm a terrible captain. No wonder Tsunade is having Yamato lead team seven more often.'
"I don't want to talk about it," Aiko shut him down flatly. "So don't worry. It's fine."
"I can't force you," he admitted easily. His casual tone was at odds with the sweat on his palms. Kami, he hated having these sorts of conversations. But he wouldn't let himself be relieved that she didn't want to talk about her experience. "But I should have offered from the start. And I definitely should have made certain that the boys knew not to joke about the situation."
Aiko stiffened and he knew he'd hit a nerve. "K-…" Unsteadily, she took a breath and rubbed fiercely at the back of her neck with a thumb. "Kakashi, may I go to sleep now? I don't feel well."
It wasn't the most graceful avoidance of an uncomfortable topic he'd ever heard, but at least it was probably true. "Of course," he demurred, moving to stand and walk out of the room. "Take care of Hōseki, would you?"
He already knew she would. Pakkun had been the one to diagnose her problem, and Kakashi trusted the ninken's sense. According to Pakkun, Aiko was looking for more pack, trying to fulfill roles she hadn't known she needed. It was a natural part of the transition to adolescence to adulthood, apparently: redefining boundaries and relationships. Right or wrong, Aiko didn't see Naruto and Sasuke as equals as much as she did little brothers who needed to be protected. That was already clashing in some potentially ugly ways with their growing senses of independence, but the part that was currently relevant was the fact that she didn't really have many people she considered friends or peers on the same hierarchy level. If she couldn't allow herself to be vulnerable in front of Naruto and Sasuke (not an unwise decision, unfortunately, after the way they had unintentionally tugged at sore wounds by teasing her), then she had to have someone else for the role.
Pakkun's reasoning had also included an amusing character analysis that he was definitely not going to share with Aiko. Apparently, she was a Shiba Inu on the inside: Highly suspicious, destructive, aggressive, and likely to take off chasing after an interesting scent without care for the consequences.
Couldn't contest that. At least two of those tendencies were at play in this recent debacle. If taking off on a chase after eight opponents didn't expose an aggressive personality or that she had little care for consequences, he didn't know what would.
He learned more about what Pakkun thought of Shiba Inu than did about Aiko, frankly, but the character assessment seemed sound. Perhaps the ninken was also correct in that having a real Shiba Inu around would help channel Aiko's less positive tendencies in productive ways. Either they would get along like a house on fire or clash in ways that made them both see how silly they were being.
(Kakashi took a moment to wonder what character flaws his pack was meant to compensate for. Pakkun had introduced most of them to him as well).
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typing in humans is complicated. It's less straightforward than actual pokemon typing- so this mean pokemon moves wouldn't be super effective or non effective to humans. Typing in humans is more of a category about a physical trait they have and is passed down from parent to child or influenced by their environment ranging from when they were still in the womb to when they were toddlers. Like irl genes!
mind you like pokemon all humans have types i think it just manifests differently!
Also the unnatural hair + eye colors are absolutely caused by the typings. That or it's dye and contacts which i tbh find way funnier
Also humans can have more than two types! It depends on which typing is more prominent yknow? Like all the examples i list would have a range from less prominent to more prominent like no two humans are the same. Maybe a ghost type human can just sense ghost better while the other is straight up dead. Or a dragon human who can talk to dragon types and a dragon human who can physically wrestle one.
normal - the most common type to have. Most if not all humans have this type. Having this type grants them better adaptability to newer enviorments/weird situations (not to the the extent of eevee but they're definitely faring better than a regular irl human in a desert for example), better endurance and longer lifespans. Maybe even better windpipes/singing voice or hearing than most bc how normal type is also kind of a sound type yknow. Also flexibility.
grass - tall. TALL people. Does well in the sun but not necessarily the heat. Eats their greens a lot. Healthy but more vunerable to smoke :(. But also more in tune to nature than most! Can accurately guess if a plant is healthy or not. More of a psychological thing than an physical thing but they tend to be caretakers of some kind :)
fire - higher body temperature, better tolerance to the heat and fire. They're not swimming in lava anytime soon but with how careless they are with anything regarding fire they might as well be. They WILL get that pizza out of the oven without gloves and not have their hands burnt
water - eyes adjust better underwater, better stamina + strength to carry themselves in the water. Smooth skin; needs care often or they'll dry up but not in a I HAVE TO GET TO WATER IMMEDIATELY way but more of a "ugh dry skin :/" way. Able to last long in water and can handle changes in temperature better in the water.
electric - much more inclined to have static charge- something something affinity to dry and cold air. Can shake off paralysis easily. Withstands electric shocks easier. Their body can carry currents due to their cells being much more receptive and able to conduct electricity easier w/o much harm- can accidentally shock an electronic to life if charged enough!
Ice - colder body temperature than normal, resistant to icy or cold enviorments and in exchange does not handle heat well. Doesn't get brainfreeze. When not healthy theyre much more brittle but when they are, they can withstand a lot!
Fighting - AURA POWERS, because apparently that's a thing. Ranges from "natural aura generation helps with the five senses to a ridiculous degree" to "straight up aura magic like pokemon". On the occasion that there is no aura powers they get a massive boost in stamina and body strength. In general though they have fast metabolisms and also a great awareness of their body.
Poison - can handle bacteria and other illnesses better. Actually they have an incredible immune system its ridiculous. Also a heightened sense of smell and can detect any poison (not the specific but they can tell. If you poisoned their shit) and also better resistances to poison in general
Ground - they can lick off some dirt off the ground and tell you what nutriets it has the ph of it and what kind of plants that can be grown there and i'm only half joking. a sturdy build and stronger bones and also more minerals but dry skin.
Flying - never ever ever gets airsick. Can withstand higher altitudes than most. Pretty agile. Parkour!
Psychic - literal psychic powers ranging to simple telekenisis to straight up being able to distort a small amount of space. Downside is that the more powerful the powers are the more tormented they are. Sad!
Bug - enhanced night vision + eyesight. Either loves or hates light no in between. Sweet tooth, and is the one of the two other types that enhances actual physical strength other than fighting (not stamina or endurance btw different thing). Cause yknow how bugs can carry stuff many times their weight? Yeah. Also more sensitive to smells. Psychologically, they work better in groups!
Rock - sensitivity to magnetic fields = great sense of direction! Kinda similar to ground types physically too.
Ghost - sensitivity to supernatural occurrences. Varies from just Knowing when a ghost is there like simple stuff and to being able to do magic because of course that's a thing (i'm looking at YOU lily the witch from johto anime + delphox line + mismagius) to being able to communicate with ghosts and ghost types to channeling to necromancy ala sensu style oricorio (which kind of falls under the magic category) to being a straight up ghost. Can detect souls the way ghost types do but its extremely rare.
Dragon - Sharper teeth, longer lifespans, bigger appetites. Also tall and gangly like grass types but most of them have beef and physical strength to go with it. More connected with pokemon (mostly dragon types and the odd mareep line) than nature itself. Lives long, and lives healthy.
Dark - Normal type... Two!! But they're nocturnal. Sees better in the dark, and has sharper canines than normal. Can detect illusions better. Psychologically more of a loner but still kinda social yknow
Steel - r/neverbrokeabone. Far less prone to bruising too! Skin's tough. Will never have iron deficiency.
Fairy - Like ghost types, they have sensitivity to supernatural occurrences but a little to the left. And it varies! Generally Knows when legendaries have touched a place with their presence, knows when humanity has changed something far beyond their control. Knows where the fair folk settle. Can ALSO have straight up magic but again, a different kind than ghost types. Longer lifespans, usually either by twenty, fifty odd years than most to straight up immortal all the while aging beautifully. In some cases they're able to sense emotions accurately via touch. Oddly energised by the moonlight if their fairy type traits are more prominent.
#pokemon#pokemon headcanon#pokemon world headcanon#pokemon type#pkmn#.txt#long post#sorrayyy that no one gets scales or weird inhuman features but this is how i roll baby
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— 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧;
𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨
𝐰: 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩).
𝟐𝟓𝟏𝟑 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.
“s-stop touching me.”
“i’m not touching you. but maybe you wish i was.”
at first you’d hoped he’d been lying, when he said you were going to spend a lot of time together. maybe he just wanted to threaten you and enjoy the fear in your eyes. but hyunjin was exceptionally true to his words, for a demon.
he hadn’t left your side since the day of your first encounter, only leaving when you went to work at the bakery or when the night came and you needed to sleep. you refused to let him in the place you worked and lived in and hyunjin had respected your wishes. which was surprising, according to what you’d been taught about his kind. you expected him to not take your words into consideration at all but so far the demon had been anything but evil. surely flirtatious and malicious in every way, trying to make you sin and reveling in how scared of him you still were, but not vile.
for weeks now hyunjin had waited outside your door in the morning, greeting you with that sly grin of his before following you around as you went on with your day. one couldn't have described him as a lost puppy, though. he walked next to you but a step back, towering over you with his hands shoved in his pockets and red eyes barely leaving the space between your shoulder blades to look straight ahead. you wondered if he was waiting for your wings to suddenly start to grow or just pondering about your most vulnerable spot.
his walk was sure, steady as if he was the one leading the way, and the dark energy radiating from him kept you walking on your toes. sometimes he showed up with red bite marks on his neck or with bruised knuckles or a split lip, at times it was all of them together. you’d thought about asking him what he got up to when he wasn’t with you but in the end you never did. the demon never seemed to have anywhere to be, so you figured he entertained himself with casual mischief you didn’t want to know about. his favorite pastime, however, were surely you.
you felt your cheeks start to burn as you looked back at him. you could swear you’d felt his touch on your back, but his hands were in his pockets as always. you’d been walking closer to each other that day. you told yourself it was all hyunjin, but the truth was that you felt colder than usual and you’d quickly found out that nothing could compare to the warmth coming from him.
“what happened, angel, cat got your tongue?” he said, his fingers now actually brushing the bare skin between your skirt and the hem of your shirt. you flinched away as if you’d been burnt and he chuckled. “it’s not a sin to let other people touch you, you know.”
“it is if the one doing the touching is you,” you muttered.
you walked faster to further the distance between you and him, but the cold clawing at your skin had you hugging yourself and rubbing your arms for relief.
“you’re cold,” hyunjin said, more an observation than a question.
you turned to answer him but your words were instantly replaced by a gasp. with one stride he’d reached you, and with a swift move of his hands he turned you around by your waist. his warm palms sent shivers down your spine, but what made you gasp was the way your skirt had shown what was underneath in the turn.
you glanced around, shame making your cheek turn scarlet red, before hyunjin held you close to his body, forcing you to look at him only.
“the street is empty, angel, nobody saw anything.”
your palms weakly pushed at his chest, trying to get away but aware you couldn’t win against his strength. “how do i know you’re not lying?”
“i wouldn’t gain anything from it,” the demon said, subtly smoothing down the fabric of your skirt. “it would be way funnier to make you believe someone saw the cute, pink little panties you’re wearing, but i’m a gentleman.”
you pondered his words and, against your better judgment, chose to trust him and his seemingly flawless logic, letting yourself relax in his hold. hyunjin’s embrace felt like basking in the sun, his arms gentle flames caressing your skin. you forgot who was holding you as his fingers weaved through your hair, but then realization hit you and you almost hit his chin with how fast you looked back up at him. your widened eyes met his smirk, and your words sounded defeated.
“you saw them, didn’t you?”
“the strawberry pattern is absolutely adorable, but i’ll have you know that my taste is a tad different.”
you could feel your heartbeat in your cheeks from how warm they were, and you’d never felt more embarrassed than in that moment. you tried to get out of his arms again, warmth be damned, and your frustration started getting pent up at how weak you felt when he didn’t budge an inch.
your hand was on his cheek before you could stop it. you covered your mouth with that same hand as you watched his skin become an angry red. the slap had resonated in the quiet street and rendered you both speechless, and now the silence was weighing heavy over you.
for the first time since you’d met him, hyunjin looked surprised, a change from his usually unbothered demeanor. if you’d been scared of him before now you were terrified, shaking like a leaf under his widened eyes and parted lips. what was he going to do to you? all you had against him was yourself, and your delicate human form didn’t offer anything useful in that situation.
wrath. you’d let that first sin take over you and your punishment was looking down at you, with shining red eyes and bruising touches. you silently asked for forgiveness, hoping someone would hear you, and waited.
and then the demon smiled. genuine, thrilled. perplexed, you watched the stamp of your palm become visibly painful and hyunjin’s smile grown at the same time. he looked like a maniac, but the enthusiasm written on his face made him beautiful, too.
“that felt good, right?” he said, now holding on tight to your arms, nodding to himself. “that’s what freedom feels like.”
you gaped at him, trying to get some words of dissent out while you feverishly shook your head. because it had been liberating, and the way your palm was still pulsing from the hit made you feel pleasantly warm, and now you had to choose between lying and admitting you wanted to feel that adrenaline again.
“sorry, am i interrupting something?”
hyunjin looked away from you and towards the source of that voice, which to you sounded blissfully similar to one of a savior angel. you pushed him away and turned around to smile at the newcomer, holding down your skirt.
“not at all! just a friendly conversation, that’s all,” you said, stepping closer. “do you need help?”
the person’s eyes traveled from you to hyunjin, who hadn’t moved at all, back to you again. the redness on hyunjin’s cheek was hard to ignore and you couldn't know if they’d actually seen it happen.
“i do,” they said, still unsure about the whole situation but feeling strangely relieved by your smile. “i’ve been told you help people and i could really use a piece of advice right now.”
“absolutely! i’m always here to help.”
they offered you a small smile and fiddled with their hands, visibly nervous. “there’s this friend of mine who’s really busy and often asks me for help with things like cleaning her house when she’s at work and running some errands for her. i really have no problem helping her out, but i guess somewhere along the way she started demanding i help her instead of asking, and now she gets mad when she comes home and i haven’t cleaned or cooked something for her to eat. i don’t want to lose our friendship, but it’s like i’m working for her for free and it takes time out of the things i need to do for myself, too.”
“i’m sorry that’s happening,” you said, trying to reassure them with a gentle hand on their shoulder. “have you tried talking to her about it, saying that you think it’s unfair and she should stop?”
“i’ve tried to bring up the subject but she just starts to talk about how she’s so tired from her job and it makes me feel awful.”
“maybe you can try again and-”
behind you, hyunjin scoffed loudly, cutting you off. you turned around to glare at him. “i’m sorry, do you have something to say?”
“i do, actually.”
hyunjin walked closer until he was standing next to you, looking down at the stranger with a smirk, making them blush and fiddle with their hands again. “this friend you talk about and do so much for isn‘t your friend at all, sweetheart.”
“hyunjin!” you hissed, the person’s face falling at his words, but he ignored you.
“she’s manipulating you into doing all this stuff for her, gaslighting you when she doesn’t get what she wants, and she doesn’t even thank you for it.”
“how do you know…”
“i’ve met tons of people like her,” he said, now turning to look at you, “and asking them to stop politely isn’t going to work.”
“it could! kindness always pays back.”
“it won’t, and kindness is what got them in this situation in the first place.” hyunjin turned back to the stranger, chuckling at their confused expression. “listen to me sweetheart, a hungry man either learns how to fish or starves to death. use an excuse to stop doing all of this shit for her and in a matter of days she’s going to do it herself, you don’t work for her unless she starts to pay you. and if she keeps being a pain in the ass, start using sugar instead of salt when you cook for her, accidentally set her couch on fire, be incapable on purpose and she’ll beg you to stop ‘helping’.”
you watched horrified as the person weighed his words, actually taking them into consideration, and tasted anger. it was a bitter feeling, clawing at your skin and making it impossible to think clearly. you couldn’t find anything to say to the person to make them forget about all the unreasonable suggestions the demon had given them, and the pent up frustration made your hand ache to hit hyunjin again. instead, you planted your blunt nails in your palms and glared at him.
“that’s nonsense, how could lying and causing trouble on purpose fix their friendship?”
hyunjin rolled his eyes. “when’s the last time you’ve had a friend, angel?”
“what’s that got to do with anything?!” you said, pushing away the thought of your existence in paradise. the answer to his question was that you couldn’t remember a time when you weren’t lonely.
“if you had any you would know that asking politely doesn’t work. what do they do once their friend ignores the problem again? keep asking until she’s so annoyed with them she stops being their friend for good? that’s how you lose people, not how you keep them.”
as remarks kept bouncing back and forth in this argument, where nobody was really willing to listen, the person who’d asked for help felt stuck in the middle. rumors had it that you were great at helping people, but the advice you’d given them didn’t sound like it would bring the situation anywhere. on the other side, this guy’s advice sounded like a solution, but he didn’t look very reliable and he’d earned a slap from an apparently really kind girl like you, so could he really be trusted?
you only noticed they’d left minutes later and glared at hyunjin as you heard him chuckle about it. “what’s so funny? they’ll probably go and ruin their friendship, and it’s your fault.”
“you’re what’s funny, angel.”
“excuse me?”
“maybe intriguing is a better word,” he said before turning around. “i’ll show you something.”
you watched him walk away, certain you were going to follow him. you blinked your confusion away walked fast to catch up to his long strides.
on the rooftop of the abandoned building, you could see most of the small city, a maze of streets who had once been lively. you walked closer to the railing, afraid of the height but too fascinated by the sight. it was an unsettling type of beautiful, you had to admit, but you didn’t understand why hyunjin wanted to show it to you.
“what does-”
“you’re looking the wrong way, angel,” he said and you turned to look at him, a question on the tip of your tongue, but all you managed to do was gasp.
the demon was leaning on the staircase’s wall, a smile playing on his lips, and behind him a graffiti that filled the entire wall. angel wings, so detailed they seemed real, too similar to the ones of real angels to have been made by a human. there were some particular aspects of real angel wings that the human depictions had failed to grasp, but not this one.
you took slow steps and reached out your hand, mesmerized as your soft fingertips came in contact with the rough wall. hyunjin’s eyes followed your every move.
“who made this?” you asked, unable to tear your eyes away.
“humans, but the drawing is mine,” he said, smile widening when you looked at him, surprised. “when i met them they were artists without inspiration, but this helped.”
“you’ve seen an angel’s wings before?”
“i’m a century old, little angel, there’s very little i haven’t seen yet.” the demon twirled a stand of your hair around his finger and then gently pushed your shoulders until your back was against the wall. “but you’re the first angel i’ve ever seen slapping somebody or raising their voice, i didn’t think creatures like you existed.”
“you’re rubbing off on me,” you muttered, warmth spreading in your chest as he chuckled and caressed your cheek with the back of his hand, before stepping back.
walking backwards, hyunjin crouched down to take in the sight of you, in the middle of the graffiti, the wonderful wings looking like they were coming out of your back. “i wish you could see how beautiful this crime looks right now.”
right, a crime. a graffiti that had ruined a public property. but then how come you felt like it made it better? a plain, sad building nobody cared about had been turned into art. how was this hurting anybody, how could this be considered a sin?
“i think… i think this crime makes me happy.”
hyunjin smiled, and you heard his words in the back of your mind. this is what freedom feels like.
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[ - 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒
𝐂𝐇 𝟐𝟓.𝟏 - The Guest
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Y/n, a 22 year old successful model is tired of the tabloids shaming her about her dating status when she’s seen out with her friends. Unsure of what to do to stop the gossip, Oikawa suggests a fake boyfriend. Fortunately, Kenma knows the perfect person who’d go for an idea as stupid as that one.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Alcohol (a drunk person with hostility)
𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 … 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 … 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭
“I’m so sorry, I really thought I could try this recipe out and have it succeed,” Kuroo apologizes sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.
A light giggle leaves your mouth as you stare at the blackened oil burnt to the pan accompanied by charred garlic and half charred onions. It was an honest attempt to make a favorite dish of yours, but he had the pan set too high after an accidental misread of the recipe. In his defense, you look awfully cute peeking over his phone trying to get an idea of what he’s making while he’s hiding the screen from you. Waves of laughter filling the kitchen, a light bouncing in your eyes as you look at him, it’s easy to forget what heat the pan should have been on.
“It’s okay babe,” you hum, pulling your phone out to check the ETA of your sushi order, “it’ll be here soon it says,” you reply, clicking off the screen as Kuroo runs the cold water into the pan.
Your arms slip behind him as he grabs the sponge, trying to wash off the burnt ingredients from the pan. A smile is on his face as he leans into the embrace, mumbling beneath his breath.
“Good thing I didn’t prep all the ingredients,” Kuroo jokes, warmth filling his chest at the small laugh you emit against his shirt.
“Just let it soak, we can worry about that later,” you offer, kissing the back of his shoulder as he hums faintly.
“I’ll get as much as I can off before soaking it and you can go choose us a movie?” Kuroo mumbles, turning his head over his shoulder to peer at you, who nods and reluctantly pulls back away from him.
Shuffling into the living room, you turn on the TV as a knock on the door fills the apartment. Your eyebrows furrowed. The food couldn’t be here, you had just checked it. But, in the event it was, you walk over to the door; unlocking it to see Atsumu with red eyes and alcohol staining his clothes. Your eyes widened, watching his eyes well with water.
“I know I said I’d take space, but I miss ya so much,” Atsumu slurs, pulling you in for a hug.
Alcohol in his breath made your eyes sting as you hesitantly hug him back. You missed him, your heart hurt to see him at your doorstep drunk. He’s never been someone to drink, never been someone to spend his nights late at a bar.
You pull back, patting his chest, smiling faintly and warmly up at him.
“Let me call you a cab okay?”
“Everything okay?” Kuroo calls out, walking around to the living room with a towel drying off his hands.
The warm look in Atsumu’s eyes change as he shoves his way past you to get in. Panic nestling in your body as you follow behind quickly, grabbing Atsumu’s shoulder who didn’t look back at you as he spoke.
“Is this him?” He gestures with his hand at Kuroo, who slung the towel over his shoulder.
“Atsumu, please,” you plead softly, tugging gently at his shoulder.
He could never scare you. Atsumu would do nothing to put you in harm’s way, but you also never have seen him upset like this before.
“Yeah, I’m him, I’m Kuroo,” Kuroo replies in your stead, you cast a pleading gaze over at him to help you and he returns an assuring nod.
“Ya stole her from me, and to be honest, I’m not sure what she’s seeing in ya,” Atsumu taunts, making you step in front of him to block in front of him.
“‘Tsumu, stop please, you’re drunk, you’re not thinking straight. You don’t mean this,” you reason, tears welling in your eyes as the mean gaze is downcasted in your direction.
“No, actually, I mean this. What do you see in him you don’t see in me? He can’t be funnier than I am, I’m nicer to look at, I care about ya more than anyone, what is it, Y/n?” Atsumu spits.
A few tears slip down your cheeks before Kuroo steps in front of you. You see his jaw locked in anger, hand between the two men to keep Atsumu from approaching any closer.
“You’re upsetting her, stop. This situation has been very difficult for her, and you being mean to her to make her feel bad isn’t helping. Sit down, we’ll call you a cab, and you can talk to her in the morning once you’re sober,” Kuroo’s tone holds a serious graveness you’ve never heard before.
Atsumu rolls his eyes, and you hope to never see him drunk again. You’ve never seen Atsumu be hostile, and it hurts. It feels like something that’s your fault.
“I wasn’t talking to you, get out of my fucking face and shut up before I shut you up myself,” Atsumu threatens, trying to push past Kuroo to face you who wouldn’t budge.
“Atsumu please stop,” you plead shakily, but it gets ignored by Atsumu.
“Last time, sit down and we’ll call you a cab,” A warning slips past from Kuroo.
As your eyes are glued to the scene in front of you, it felt like Atsumu’s drunk movements were in slow motion as he lifted his fist to punch Kuroo in the face. Kuroo got a quick punch to his nose that made Atsumu stumble onto the floor, the blondes’ hands over his bloody nose. Your mouth agape as you watched Atsumu mumble incoherently as he leaned his head back against the wall, forgetting he was in the room with you both.
“He’ll be fine,” Kuroo whispers, turning around to wipe your tears that were streaming steadily.
You both turn to look over at Atsumu who leans against the wall, dozed off.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I’m so sorry,” your voice comes out shakily, Kuroo’s hands gently cupping your cheeks.
“Why are you apologizing? None of this is your fault,” he whispers, kissing your forehead.
“I feel responsible for him and I’m so sorry that this is how you first met him,” you sniffle, leaning your forehead against his shoulder.
“You aren’t responsible for him. He’s drunk, he’s having a hard time, so he resorted to acting like a dick. It’s not excusable what he did, but I understand he’s not in his right mind and when we meet again, I’ll consider that the first meeting,” Kuroo’s voice lulls out comfortingly, hand rubbing your back gently, “I have all night to cheer you up, and we still have dinner on the way, but first why don’t we get the big guy home over here. Have anyone we can call?”
You smile faintly, nodding as you pull away to pull out your phone. The obvious call would be his brother, but you don’t have his phone number saved onto your phone, so you go into your favorites to dial Oikawa.
“Y/n! Hi!” His cheery voice greets, you can hear a movie playing in the background.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, um, but Atsumu came over drunk and I was hoping you could come over and I can call Tendou to help get him out of here?” you hate how shaky your voice sounds, but the comforting touch of Kuroo’s thumb against your cheek to wipe the stray tear made you feel better.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry Y/n, yeah, I’ll get him out of here. Don’t worry about calling Tendou, I’ll call and pick him up since he’s on the way,” Oikawa replies, and you thank him before hanging up.
Kuroo pulls you back in for a hug, hiding your face in his shoulder to avoid looking at the slumped sleeping figure of Atsumu against the wall. The only time he let you go was to move you to the couch, sitting you on his lap with his back facing him as he whispered comforting things, things to make you laugh.
He’s special, you think, someone who wanted to stay with you during your rough times. Even now, as one of your best friends nearly hit him, he’s the one comforting you and chuckling faintly at your concern over him being nearly hit.
A knock on the door sounded before it opened to the flurry of brown hair of Oikawa, looking at the slumped Atsumu in disappointment, Tendou following with anger cloaking his features.
“We got here as fast as we could,” Oikawa commented, nudging Atsumu with his foot, “gross he’s a mess. What happened?”
You went to speak but Kuroo mumbled, ‘relax I got it’ before recounting the events, Tendou rolling his eyes.
“Let’s get him out of here before he comes to and tries to start a problem again. You guys okay?” He asks, watching you both nod.
Oikawa shakes him awake, the room watching Atsumu blink awake blearily but only looking over at Oikawa. A pout taking shape on his lips.
“My nose hurts,” He whines, Tendou rolling his eyes once more.
“Good, I hope it’s broken,” Oikawa says through a bitter smile as Tendou helps lift him.
The two men sling Atsumu’s arms over their shoulders while Tendou’s voice calling the blonde a piece of shit echoes through the hall as you shut the door behind him.
𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭: Every time Atsumu complained about his nose, Tendou would flick it to make it hurt more
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til death do us part
Shino thought it was easier to say it in his own words instead of the ones that were put into his mouth forcefully by some other wizards.
There wasn’t a day in his life where Shino felt himself become this troubled—save for that one time he had a realization dawn to him which was heavily related to his worry about not being able to stay by Heath’s side if he wasn’t powerful enough—and frankly put it, he hadn’t pushed away the idea of asking his fellow wizards just yet even after many failures. First, he tried asking Heath for help. Though it ended quickly with Heath clutching his stomach, trying to suppress his laughter and Shino walking away out of annoyance.
Second attempt was with Nero and Faust who were enjoying an afternoon together out in the courtyard much to Shino’s surprise. When Shino asked them for help, Faust was surprised beyond belief before letting out a tired sigh and Nero merely looked as if he’s a mom that’s given up with her child’s ridiculous antics—that didn’t mean he didn’t find whatever he was asking for a tiny bit hilarious though. Shino, upset, walked away from the scene as well when he found out that the two old men did nothing to assist him with his quest.
Third attempt was when he bumped into the ancient Northern twins in the hallway when they were on their way to their room from the lobby. He asked them a seemingly simple question and yet they went off on a tangent for an answer, which Shino found extremely boring and unhelpful so he just walked away in the end without hearing the end of it. Snow and White got a bit upset with him for walking away just like that, especially after they switched to their adult form just to answer his unusual question.
Fourth attempt was his most successful one by far, which was with Shylock. Shino looked for him inside his bar and asked him for help, to which Shylock happily indulged him and gave him an answer that sort of satisfied Shino. Although he was still a bit hesitant, he decided to go with Shylock’s answer for the final thing he’s working on—not noticing the underlying tone of deviousness in his smile. Shino ought to remember, Western wizards loved a good show, and Shylock was the epitome of a Western wizard.
Shino felt his nervousness wash away and instead got replaced by an enormous amount of confidence that seemed unfitting for someone of his stature—short and small. His hair was slicked back and he was dressed in formal attire from head to toe in contrast to his everyday look where he was definitely more casual. Shino, himself, did not know what exactly he was doing but he decided to go through with it anyway since it was Shylock’s advice. And he knew that Shylock was way better than him when it came to matters such as this.
A proposal to you—is what he was planning.
He panicked a little bit after realizing he had no expertise in that area and that he just really wanted to marry you, terribly so. When he asked Heath for help, he almost sent the young lord rolling across the stairs out of laughter. Heath found it ridiculous—hilarious, even. Shino took it as a sign to leave Heath alone as he was of no help at all. Nero and Faust just sighed at him when he asked them how to propose to someone, telling him he should just be himself. Which Shino paid little attention to, thinking that it was fruitless advice from a bunch of old geezers. The twins were more than happy to help but they started sputtering out gibberish not long after. Shino concluded that those womanizers would be of no help.
Shylock, though, gave him a bit of solid advice. Which he followed and leads us to where Shino is today. Dolled up and with a bouquet of flowers in his hands, it was out of character for him. Anyone could tell that much but when you caught sight of him waiting for you outside, you decided to give him the benefit of doubt. Though when you approached him, there was a little bit of a problem. He was speaking weirdly, very unlike the Shino you came to know and love. Though it wasn’t necessarily a bad kind of weird, it was leaning more so on the funnier side. He cleared his throat.
“O beloved of mine, won’t you grant me a few minutes of your time? You see… I’ve been thinking—” Before he could finish, you couldn’t let out a chuckle. One that Shino couldn’t let go off easily. A simple chuckle was enough for him to feel the embarrassment rush to his face and wondered if in your eyes, he was just a fool not worthy to be taken seriously.
“Shino, why are you talking that way-?”
“Forget it,” he reverted back to his old self. His usual rudeness surfaced when his mind suddenly started taking a turn for the worse. “It’s nothing important anyways.”
Before you could let out another word, he summoned his broom and quickly fled from your sight, where you may never see the look on his face as he suddenly felt regretful. You couldn’t tell what exactly just happened but you knew this much—you felt as if you’ve done something to make him feel bad.
A figure in the air, riding on a broom, let out a puff of smoke after taking a drag from his pipe. An amused expression settling on his face mixed with a little bit of a troubled one, as if he just saw his favourite show getting cancelled right in front of him.
“Oh dear, will we be seeing the finale tonight? Or will the show simply stop here? Maybe a little push is due to apologize to dear Shino.”
You wondered if you did something to severely upset Shino, it wasn’t as if you’d never gotten into any arguments with him but this time you’ve done little to nothing at all! You considered if he got upset after your chuckle—which you thought was harmless—but the more you think about it, the more plausible it seemed. But why would he get hurt over something like that? It looked as if he was playing a silly prank on you. Unless… That wasn’t a prank at all and he had something serious to say to you.
The longer you realized, the more terrible you felt during the dead hours of the night. You paced back and forth in your room, wondering if Shino is awake or in his room right now because there was nothing more you wanted than to immediately rush to him and apologize. He must’ve felt horrible, and you only realized it now.
Making up your mind, you grabbed your coat and made your way to your door to go to his room until you heard a loud thud near your room window. There was only one person that would knock on your window during this time of the night—Shino! You quickly turned around and expected the Eastern wizard to greet you, and you were right this time. His hair went back to its usual messy look and his formal clothes were replaced with the ones he usually wears everyday.
And there were still a handful of hand picked flowers in his hand—your favourite this time, roses. You immediately rushed towards the window and slid it open, your hands outstretched towards the scenery and the cold yet gentle breeze that caressed your face. Before you knew it, Shino let go of his broom and threw himself into your arms, the strands of his hair brushing against your cheeks and his arms wrapped tightly around your torso with his head placed atop your shoulder to hide his embarrassingly red face. The flowers he was holding almost falling to the floor with how loose his grip suddenly grew.
Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around him and opened your mouth to apologize before he could say anything: “I’m sorry!”
But as if he couldn’t hear a word you said, he pulled away and looked at you straight in the eyes. For a moment, you wondered if he was mad at you but the long hug and the blush on his cheeks was enough to tell you otherwise. You felt yourself growing more embarrassed as well when he suddenly shoved the flowers towards you. Before you could open your mouth to ask, he suddenly blurted out:
“I want to eat the pie you make for the rest of my life.” Your eyes widened, and you felt yourself wanting to laugh again. You looked away, shoulders trembling.
“... You’re laughing again,” he pouted. You shook your head, tears almost falling from the corner of your eyes.
“No, no. It’s just that I thought saying something like that felt super fitting for someone like you.” You paused to calm down, clutching the flowers he gave you close to your chest. “Will you still want to eat the pie I make even if it’s burnt?”
“Then I’ll just have to make sure you don’t burn it,” Shino shot you a gentle smile. Under the moonlight, you wondered if your eyes were just playing tricks on you and this was all just a sweet spell someone cast over you. Though, there was no use in denying the fact that Shino’s sweet and genuine smile illuminated by the moonlight was something you want to etch into your memories for centuries to come.
“As much as I want to say yes, isn’t it a bit too early for us?”
“I don’t think so, no? I’m not going to wait for your answer for more years when I already know you’re going to say yes to me in the end. So why not just agree now?”
“Wow, you already think that my answer will stay the same for the years to come.”
“I don’t just think so. I know it, I know you the best. You can’t resist my charm now, and you still won’t be able to in the future.” He took hold of your chin and leaned dangerously close, to the point where you could feel his breathing close to you. You closed your eyes, expecting him to kiss you but was met with laughter instead.
“Pfft-! Did you really think I was going to kiss you?” He let out a chuckle, “consider this as revenge for laughing at me earlier.”
“H-Hey! I was not expecting anything at all, and I didn’t laugh at you. I just chuckled, that's all!” You quickly got defensive, not wanting to admit you were expecting him to kiss you.
“Are you sure?” His tone was smug and teasing, something you loved about him no matter how infuriating it is. “You still haven’t answered me, by the way. Will you pledge to spend the rest of your life with me?”
“An eternity seems long… and to think I’m considering spending it with you, of all people.”
“I know you love me.”
“Yes, yes. You already know my answer don’t you, Shino? It’s an eternity I don’t mind spending with you. Though I don’t know if Faust will allow us-!” You could barely finish your sentence when Shino crashed his lips against yours into a passionate kiss. His raw emotions coursing through him and you felt yourself getting lost in it as well, the words you held back from each other suddenly spilling like a waterfall that’s been blocked for decades through kisses. Your fingers tangled in his hair and Shino found it hard to pull back—had it not been for your need of oxygen, he would’ve never let you go.
“Let me finish my sentence first!” You exclaimed, lightly hitting his arm, breathless.
“Sorry, I got a bit excited.” He admitted like a defeated puppy but the smug look on his face made you want to smack his pretty face instead. “I just couldn’t help it when I realized that we’ll be together… til death do us part.”
Shylock took a drag from his pipe, the scent of alcohol still lingering in the air as a gentle expression took over his face, as if he accomplished something great—and he wasn’t the whole reason why a huge mess occurred in the first place.
“All’s well that ends well… Huh? I do hope dear Shino doesn’t bear a grudge against me. Eastern wizards aren’t exactly known for forgetting grudges easily.” He smiled, knowing that Shino would thank him later on. They both got what they wanted, after all. Shino and his quest for true love and Shylock with his desire for something interesting.
#mhyk#mhyk writing#my writing#promise of wizard#shino#mhyk shino#shino x reader#unedited . kinda LMAOO
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Victor Grantz: Dearest Bunny
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Summary: The truth is always hidden between the lines of a letter, but after Victor has been fooled once, how can he trust another letter?
Wordcount: 2.1k
Note: Female reader
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Hi! Hello!
So… you’re a postman, right Victor? You must walk or bike a lot, you even have a dog! Do you take him to exercise with you? What’s your dog’s name? It’s honestly so cute.
Anyway, I just wanted to write this letter because oooooh mystery person, and I heard that you don’t like social interactions much? I really want to be friends with you so I wanted to start out with something you’re comfortable with.
Good luck with your first match! Don’t get fooled by Michiko’s cute looks.
Victor gripped the letter in his hands until it turned white. Feelings of confusion stirred inside him--should he be happy he received a letter or suspicious of it? It sounded so genuine but he didn’t know if he could believe it anymore. The first letter he received also sounded just as friendly, however, that friendliness and sincerity were just a facade that he fell for. A facade that trapped him inside this horrible cat & mouse game.
He threw the letter in the fireplace with his dog whimpering beside him
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Greetings,
You’re amazing! I heard it’s only your second match and you already won! I guess you could call it a... VictorY… Yeah, I know, I’m such a comedian.
You have natural talent I tell you, many of us here didn’t get wins until our 5th of 7th match. Also, I found out your dog’s name is Wick, that’s so adorable, it almost sounds like ‘Vick’ which is quite similar to your name.
I used to have a dog when I was little, it was a stupid little pomeranian that’d never stop running in circles, but either way, it was my stupid so I still love him with all my heart.
I look forward to playing matches with you in the future!
I look forward to playing matches with you in the future? That means he hasn’t played with them yet. Victor searched through his memory of who he played with in his first two matches. Andrew… Luca… He sighed in defeat, he didn’t think knowing who his teammates were was this important.
A soft texture rubbing against his arm brought Victor out of his small misery, Wick rested his tiny body beside Victor’s leg. ‘Wick sounds similar to me, huh’ Victor thought as he gave his dog a small pat.
Victor placed the letter on the fireplace, deciding to burn it away later.
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Why hello there,
You seem to be in a happier mood these days, I’m glad :D. When you first came to this mansion, I noticed that you looked really excited for some reason, like who would be excited to participate in a dangerous game? But then I found out that you were tricked and now I feel so bad for judging you so quickly. After you found out it was a trick, you were so gloomy all of the sudden so I wanted to cheer you up with these letters.
Is it working?
A big grin dared itself to stretch on Victor’s face but he tried his best to stay calm. This was the third letter sent to him by this person and so far nothing bad has happened. Once in awhile, he’d wake up and would see a letter laying near the door (it was most likely slipped under the door). It was always something positive, never bringing his mood down. Is this person really as bad as he thought they were?
Memories of the ‘sincere’ invitation letter flashed through his mind. No, he couldn’t get fooled again, he won't be an easy and weak-minded person. Victor used to think that conversations were pretentious and filled with lies and that letters were the hidden truth. Now, he doesn’t even know what is true or false anymore
Victor threw the letter, along with the previous one, into the fireplace.
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Rise and shine because I’m here again!
You know I find it funny how right after I said you looked happier, you go right back to being gloomy. Am I that atrocious to you? Honestly, I can’t really tell if you’re acting gloomy just to spite me or if you’re actually sad. If you are actually sad… What’s wrong? Is there anything I can help with?
You can always send a letter back to me if you want to. Just get another paper, write whatever you want on it, and tape it under the piano. I’ll check there every day at noon to see if you sent something.
How can someone cruel write something as amiable as this? There were so much care and personality written into this one letter that Victor wanted to cry from guilt because of the previous burnt letters.
The invitation letter he received was carefully crafted but it was also so… formal, no emotions, no feelings. Maybe he was blinded because it was his first-ever letter. The letter that Victor is now holding in his hands, the person behind it can’t be cruel and deceitful, not at all. If they were, they would’ve just continued spreading pretentious positivity and ‘happiness’ and just ignored his feelings.
One chance. Victor will give them just one chance, the moment he senses something bad about the letters is the moment he’ll burn all of them. No point in keeping bad memories alive.
Hello,
Thank you for being concerned about my well-being, I never really meant to bother you with my moods. It’s just that I’ve been… suspicious of these letters. Are they actually genuine or are they trying to trick me? After the invitation letter fooled me, I began having doubts about the truth written inside letters so when you sent those letters, I felt hesitant about them.
But I believe you now, you wanted to be friends? Then we’ll be friends! However, we can’t be friends unless I know stuff about YOU! I don’t know your name, age, or even gender, maybe you can give me some small hints as to who you are?
Was that good? Did he come off as too nosy? Despite delivering so many letters, he had never written one himself. Wick, as if the dog knew Victor’s feelings, barked and jumped like he was cheering on his owner. Victor smiled and made his way to the old piano.
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Even after almost three months of repeatedly sending letters to each other, Victor only had one clue to what his mysterious friend’s identity was. They were female. Of course, when he read that letter, he started observing every single female inside the manor--he even went as far as observing the hunters much to his fear. No matter how much he observed and talked to them, none of the girls gave any hint of the identity of his sender.
This observation time helped Victor get closer to his fellow teammates. His original goal was to find out who his friend was, this involved talking to people and comparing their personalities to the one in the letter. While at first, he had no attachment to the irrelevant teammates, he warmed up to them over time. Of course, he still wasn’t as social as someone like William but it was a start.
Though Victor didn’t know their identity, he at least got to call them a name--Bunny. Bunny actually came up with the idea, it felt weird to be so close to a person yet not know what to call them so she made a list of nicknames and reasons to call her that:
Clown 🤡 because I’m much funnier than you
Buttercup because I just like that flower
Princess because no one can be the queen except for Mary
And Bunny because I’m cute as a bunny haha.
Of course, Victor laughed at all those choices and was even tempted to circle Clown, but Bunny stood out to him. It was cute, simple, and an animal. Victor loved animals!
Bunny… Victor can’t help but want to meet her.
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Oh god, he’s so thirsty, and he forgot to fill up his water jug last night. Victor reached to his bedside table to feel for his watch. 6:17 the watch showed Victor’s tired eyes. The postman closed his eyes and sighed, why must his thirstiness wake him up so early?
Victor sluggishly got out of bed and weakly grabbed his water jug. At the door, he frowned when he realized Bunny’s letter didn’t arrive yet--Victor’s gotten used to waking up to Bunny’s funny letters every morning the past months.
Opening the door, Victor walked out and made a beeline to the kitchen
Finally, he got some water to quench his undying thirst. With his water jug filled to the brim with liquid, he walked back to his room--slightly more awake than before. His footsteps paused, however, when he turned a corner and noticed a figure standing in front of his door, Victor quickly stepped back and hid behind the corner.
Y/N? What is she doing here?
A grin was plastered on your face as you hummed a joyful tune, your mood always goes up whenever it was time to deliver your letter to the cute postman. You opened your letter one more time and re-read it to check for any silly mistakes. Victor watched in curiosity, from his angle, he couldn’t see what you were holding. Goosebumps rose all over Victor when he finally saw a letter within your hands.
Bunny… is Y/N?
You crouched down and quietly slipped the letter under his door, Victor should be asleep for another hour so it’s no worry if he’ll see you or not. That thought quickly went to vain when you stood up and was out of the blue grabbed by your wrist. Gasping, you instinctively thrashed about until you saw the cute yellow eyes that you’ve stared at every day.
“Oh, Victor! What are you doing here? Isn’t it too early to be awake-”
“Bunny?” Victor cut you off, you quickly shut up. Damn it, I thought I could slowly escape if I rambled enough. His innocent eyes bored deep into you which made you guiltily look away--how could you lie straight to his face? “Bunny? Is that… you?”
You slowly nodded and looked back up to his face which had gone from a small frowned to one of… joy and excitement? You let out a tiny squeak when you were suddenly slammed into Victor’s chest and was encased in a hug. “It’s really you, Bunny” Victor’s whispered into your hair--you smelled so nice, you felt so nice between his arms.
After a small pause, you finally returned his embrace, your arms wrapped around his body, “Yep, it’s me.” You pushed your way out of Victor’s hug--much to his disappointment--and twirled, “so, do I look as cute as a bunny?” You joked.
No, he thought, you were so much cuter than a mere bunny, so much more beautiful than a lonesome rabbit. Not only your appearance but your personality, the way you cared for him these past few months, you were an angel.
“Y/N,” he spoke your real name, “I love you.” He immediately covered his mouth when he let that phrase out. ‘What that heck? Why did I say that? I just met her!’ he scolded himself.
“What?” You gaped at him as he awkwardly distanced from you while scratching his neck. He stammered for words, not sure how to redeem himself after suddenly blurting the phrase out like a madman, one just doesn’t simply confess their love on the first meeting. “Victor, what did you say earlier?”
The cute postman barely responded to your question, you could see his lips barely move as he responded--or rather barely whispered--to your question. Victor’s face was flushed with red, he could barely look at you in the eye--actually, he couldn’t look at you at all. “I… loveyou.” It was quick, but what’s important is that you understood it.
A few seconds of awkward silence passed--which is also a few seconds of Victory dying inside--and you let out a small chortle. “I’m sorry… you just looked so cute when you were saying that,” you explained to him when you saw his perplexed expressions. You placed a hand on his cheek, brought his face down to your level, and kissed his forehead, “Of course, I love you too.”
Victor cried.
He didn’t mean to, but the emotions filling inside him wanted to spill so bad. He’d never felt such joy before, the man didn’t know how to deal with it so he just let it all out.
And so when you were fussing over his tears, Victor embraced you once again and thought of the many firsts he had with you.
His first genuine letter; his first friend; his first crush; and now… his first lover.
#identity v#idv#identity v x reader#idv x reader#victor grantz#victor grantz x reader#idv postman#rina works
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Can you pick me up? my uni burnt down (Chapt. 2)
Relationships: Sleepy bois inc (all fics i write are platonic)
Summary:
In which Techno goes to England for University, his building catches fire in the night, and he isn't prepared for the difference in climate between England and California. SBI fluff ensues
Chapter summary:
After waking up, Wilbur has the great idea that they should do a sleepy boys stream. Tommy doesn't get told about this id
Words: 1785
Language: English
AO3 Chapt. 1
Listen, waking up on a sofa, with a thin blanket shared with 3 men was never going to be the best morning. His back hurt and his legs were numb from Wilbur having sprawled out over the three of them as he slept.
Stretching his arms back, he recounted the events of last night. God, it really was only a few hours ago, he was so tired. Had this been last year, he would have been able to stay up for days on end and then just crash for an entire weekend. It wasn’t last year though and Techno had gotten himself into a fairly healthy routine, he couldn’t exactly be sleeping through his uni classes anyway.
“Alright you two” Hearing Philza’s voice, he propped his head up, “Get up, you can’t lay around all day”
A groan came from the mass of blankets and cushions that happened to be Wilbur, who was curled up in the centre of it,
“Phil it's so early and we went to bed so late. It’s fine to sleep in”
“Okay” he chuckled, humouring his tired friend “It’s midday Wil, im taking the blankets away now”
Techno thought it was much too early too, as he tugged the sleeves of Wilbur’s hoodie down a little further so they could act like gloves.
“Do you mind if I use your PC to try and find out what’s going on with my classes at some point? They'll probably send me an email or something” He grumbled, standing up so he could stretch his back out properly, following Phil slowly to the kitchen.
“That’s fine, it's up in my room, do what you need”
Breakfast was nice, it had been a while since Techno had had time for it honestly, and even longer since he had been able to eat with people he cared about. He had a couple slices of buttered toast and a bowl of some british cereal which he didn’t really like but he didn’t want to be rude so he ate it anyway.
“You wanna stream together later?” Wil asked through a mouth full of food, earning a snort from Phil. This was nice.
“Yeah maybe, you use face cam though, I’m not like against showing them my face but y'know, it is what it is” he shrugged, spooning another mouthful of his breakfast into his mouth, he had to admit it was very bland, he much preferred the sweeter ones that were more popular in America.
“Well think about it, if you decide you don't want them to see you, you can always just sit off to the side and I'll turn my monitor so you can still see it. My office is big enough for it anyway, it’ll be like where Niki was during that one MCC remember?”
Techno nodded and carried on eating, they really were 3 very sleepy boys right now. Maybe he’d take a nap once he found out what was going on with his classes.
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Streaming without any gameplay to comment about and with facecam on? Techno wasn’t exactly looking forward to it. That just didn’t really sound like something he was going to enjoy.
It was nerve wracking and he always seemed to glance at the camera too much when it was pointed at him. He knew the fans would be disappointed if he didn’t do it though, When Wilbur tweeted out saying that he and Phil would join him in a ‘you laugh you lose’ he watched as the replies freaked out.
You could say he was just a bit camera shy, he wasn’t incredibly insecure, sure there were things he didn’t like that much but everyone had things like that, it just made him nervous to know that people were looking at him.
He’d be okay with his friend’s though, he trusted that they’d never put him in an uncomfortable situation. He knew if he got overwhelmed he could sit outside the frame.
It would be okay.
“Hey hey chat” Wilbur mumbled into the mic, making it loud enough so that everyone could hear but it still sounded like he was whispering.
“We’ve got the blade here, bet you weren’t expecting that huh chat? Or maybe you were, maybe you read the title of the stream, bet there’s someone watching who didn't think he’d be here though” he finally turned the music off and switched from his ‘starting soon’ screen to his regular camera.
Wil went through the rules, it was the normal stuff, he added in some jokes here and there, prodding Techno and Phil to talk at times. They’d already agreed that this wouldn’t be for youtube, since that seemed to add a bit too much pressure for Techno, but hey, he still had to welcome his chat.
“Okay!! First media share! Lets go”
After a series of videos, some funnier than others, Techno had started to loosen up a bit. He was getting more comfortable with the camera and while he’d probably cringe while looking back at the footage, at least he was having fun right now.
He had a warm feeling in his chest that wasn’t usually there when he was streaming alone, sure it was usually fun but nothing was better than being with his friends while doing it, there was really only one person who was missing.
As if on queue, chat started spamming Tommy’s name, for a moment Techno thought he had been mumbling his thoughts out loud, before he looked between Phil and Wilbur, who both seemed equally confused. Moving Wilbur’s mouse over the chat to pause it, Techno tried to read some of the messages.
“Oh he tweeted something” he mumbled, pulling his phone out of his pocket without a care. Maybe some irl streamers would have used the computer but knowing Wilbur’s history, he doubted it could run Chrome and streamlabs at the same time.
Looking at the tweet he felt a little pang of guilt. It was lighthearted and jokey but he knew there’d be a little truth to it. He nudged the other two and read it aloud to them.
‘Damn guess I’m not a sleepy boy after all’
The air felt a little thick after that, they hadn’t meant to exclude Tommy; all of the excitement of Techno coming to stay had just made it a little hard to arrange to have Tommy here after all.
Still, they probably should have still told him though. They were supposed to be each other's family.
“Hey chat I think we’re gonna have to end stream early.” Wilbur finally piped up, deciding it wouldn't be right to carry on when they had hurt their friend, not that chat needed to know that though, he didn’t want to embarrass Tommy.
“I feel kinda sick and I don't think you all wanna watch me vomit right? Yeah so it’s best we end it now”
Techno sniggered to himself at that, in games Wilbur always seemed to be very cunning but he supposed he wasn’t very good at lying when it was about something he actually cared about. Said something being Tommy.
After raiding Fundy, the trio hopped straight onto discord.
Tommy didn't answer the first time he was called.
Or the second.
Finally, after three calls, Tommy decided he’d talk to them.
“You are all a bunch of dick heads, you know that? What the hell! Why wasn’t I invited to the sleepy boy’s stream! Wilbur you bitch!” Through all the vulgar language and the constant yelling, it was clear that Tommy was genuinely upset.
He had every right to be, as far as Techno was concerned. From his point of view his friend’s had just gone off and hung out without him. He just hoped he’d calm down once they explained everything.
“You know I thought we were friends! I thought we were brothers! But if you don’t wanna hang out with a ‘kid’ you can just tell me and i’ll- i'll go!” He was still yelling, as usual, it was clear he was trying to make this into a joke where he could overreact but Techno noticed the small sniffles and the quiver in his voice.
By the looks on Phil’s and Wilbur’s faces, they recognised it too.
“Listen, Tommy”
Wil was the first to talk, it made sense, it seemed that Tommy trusted him the most at times. Sometimes Techno could be a bit too cold and sometimes Phil could get a bit too overbearing.
Techno understood this, he didn’t take it personally, he knew it was only natural that you have people you trust with your emotions more than others. It didn’t mean Tommy didn’t love them just as much, just that they weren’t his ‘go-to’ when he felt down.
Techno felt the same way sometimes. Feeling’s got complicated and personally he thought Phil was the best to talk to about that, the fact that he was older and had his life sorted out gave him a sense of comfort, like he could trust him because he knew what he was talking about.
“We didn’t plan a meetup, it just sorta happened. Phil was at my place, helping me record, and then Techno’s Uni had a fire and he needed a place to stay while they’re making it safe again” Wilbur sighed as he heard Tommy moving on the other side of his mic. Techno wondered what he was doing.
“We would have invited you, had we known that we’d all be in the same place Toms”
Phil took over, giving Wilbur a little sympathetic smile. The brunette so obviously felt guilty about the situation.
“But when we got the call from Tech’ it was past 3 in the morning and it was tipping it down with snow, as soon as we got home we all slept. We decided to do a stream this morning but never once did we intend to try and make you feel like you aren’t welcome with us”
Finally it was Techno’s turn to talk...Fuck.
He wasn’t exactly the most sentimental guy, he struggled to show his emotions and he just assumed everyone he cared for just knew that he cared for them. He rarely had to say it out loud. God okay. He just had to swallow his pride and go for it.
“Tommy you are a sleepy boy and you are our brother. We did kind of a dick move today and if I was you I’d probably be upset too. I know I didn't like seeing you guys playing without me during MCC and that wasn’t even any of our decisions. We should have called you or something. I know I kinda tease you a lot but that’s just how I show I like people. Listen Tommy if I didn’t care about you I wouldn’t be comfortable enough to make those kinds of jokes with you. It’s not funny if it’s hurting you though..”
Techno bit his lip, this wasn’t as hard as he had anticipated but it was coming out like word vomit.
“You’re young Tommy but you’re so talented. We love you”
There was some more rustling, it sounded like Tommy was wiping his eyes. Maybe the boy had expected a yelling match, only for it to turn out to be very emotional.
“I love you guys too.. If you ever exclude me ever again though I’m getting my vlog knife out”
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time lapse ⤖ seo changbin
❖ genre : idiots to lovers! au; long-distance relationship! au; fluff; a teeny tiny bit of angst
❖ word count : 14,9k.
❖ warning : explicit language, suggestive remarks & mentions of alcohol
❖ summary : you used to see Changbin as a friend until you realized that you both don’t look at each other the way best friends are supposed to.
one.
Apparently, people like you and Changbin don’t look forward to spring breaks, ever, because you simply cannot see the point in getting pumped for the very few days of sleeping in only to dread every last moment of it. Hence, he keeps FaceTiming you every day and night with such ridiculous reasons it actually boosts your ego into thinking that he misses you.
Oh, boy were you wrong.
But this time around, he seems so flustered and burnt up all of a sudden it makes a smirk creep its way up to your lips. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state, you’re more than satisfied like a sadistic predator. You can really use some tea right now, it’s been a little boring without any dramas other than Hyunjin being dramatic over how his hair does not look good in any way, shape or form. That alone is enough for you to throw him off a cliff because since when does Hwang Hyunjin not look good?
Changbin asks. “Have you eaten?”
“Yes, I have. You’ve been asking the same question for five minutes straight.” You roll your eyes at him in the bitchiest way possible.
He questions subconsciously, only to have you narrow your eyes at him. “You have work tomorrow, right?”
“Bin, you have my schedule. Of course, I have work tomorrow.” You utter in disbelief.
“Can’t I just make up excuses to call my favorite girl?”
You make a gagging noise. “Cut the bullshit. Spill or I’m gonna whip out the big gun.”
“And what is that?” He drawls the question in boredom.
You grin at him coyly. “I’m gonna tell Chan to poison you with cilantro.” If Changbin had to choose between eating cilantro and jumping into a tank full of sharks, he’d definitely, without a second thought, sleep with those horrifying fishes with ridiculously deadly teeth. He hates cilantro with an ignited passion, and he’s entitled to that decision for the rest of his life. He’s sworn that he would never eat cilantro as long as he lives.
“Fine,” Changbin huffs in defeat as he holds his phone up while lying on his bed. “I need your help.”
You twirl the end of your hair dreamily and acknowledge his request. “I like the sound of that, go on.”
He shoots you a dirty look, proceeding to continue. “How do I get a girl to notice my feelings for her?”
His words strike through your eardrums like a lightning bolt. You don’t know whether you should be crying or laughing because 1) Changbin was never the kind of guy to be interested in having a girlfriend, he has always kept his hands to himself since forever although girls were more than ready to throw themselves at him anytime, anywhere; 2) How come he has never talked to you about this? You feel utterly betrayed because the key to having a long-distance relationship is to not hide anything from each other. And he’s doing the exact opposite of that; 3) You don’t feel as happy for him as you’re supposed to and now you feel like a horrible friend.
“Oh-my-god.” You gasp scandalously. “I’ve been waiting for this day to come my entire life! And it’s happening right in front of my eyes! It’s actually happening! Wait… did you already pop your cherries or…” When Changbin looks like he’s about to put your head on a stick, you quickly realize that you should have just focused on the topic.
He fakes a smile. “And what day is that?”
“The day that my best friend asks for relationship advice from me! To finally embrace the most amazing thing to happen in life, called ‘love’! Duh.” You prop your head onto your hand, blowing a few strands of hair out of your face. “So, who is she?”
“I don’t know if you can really help me Y/N but she’s like 5,000 miles away from me right now—“
“What did you just say?” You cut him off unintentionally. “Is she an exchange student?”
“Yeah? You can say so..” He trails off and scratches the nape of his neck sheepishly. “We met on Tinder and got to see each other later at a uni conference, and she’s really—“
You cut him off again, this time, it’s intentional. “Run, just run away.”
“Why?” He looks at you weirdly. “You’re not making any sense right now.”
You chuckle creepily, making him shudder. He’s never seen you laughing in such a dark tone it makes him wonder if you’ve been possessed or not. “Running away is actually a smart move, my friend. Just get yourself out of the war before there’s blood on those precious fingers of yours. Exchange students get all the attention. Guys or girls, doesn’t matter. Students are gonna be attracted to them like a bunch of moths to a tiny spark of flame.”
“But, but—“
You stop him before he can even say something stupid. “No but. And a long-distance relationship too? Not ideal. You can’t just slide into her DMs and ask her to be with you when you’ve only met twice. Unless her feelings aren’t necessarily not mutual. But yeah, I doubt that.”
“Whatever, I might as well just gonna fly home and watch some shitty movies with you instead.” Changbin purses his lips in boredom and runs a hand through his hair. “Do you wanna watch that zombie movie still? Zombieland right?”
You nod eagerly because gosh, after months and months, he still remembers. It’s one of those little moments which perfectly showcases how much Changbin cares about you. Because unlike some people, he actually pays attention to what you’re saying. And you would be lying if you said that those little actions of his never made your heart tingle. They do, and it sucks.
“Damn right, I’m pumped for the sequel, never really got the chance to watch it since college has been nothing but a bitch to me.”
“You’re so fucking spoiled, Beastie.” He snickers, biting back a smile. But deep down, you can clearly see right through his facade and feel the slight disappointment in his brown eyes. Exchange student or not, if it’s what makes him happy, then you fully support his decision. And if that girl ever tries to pull a dirty move on him? You’ll hunt her down and sell her off to some random mafia organization.
You laugh wholeheartedly, trying to lighten up the mood. “Listen, if you kept scrolling through Tinder, having a girlfriend wouldn’t be a problem. Because I’m pretty sure there’s not gonna be a single person who’d not swipe right.”
Changbin cocks a brow. “Why not?”
“Because you’re hot as shit!”
He groans loudly at your bold statement, cheeks tinted pink in embarrassment. “Shut up, mom.”
You smile cheekily at him. “Love you too, honey boo.”
two.
As much as you clown Changbin for using Tinder since the day he asked you for dating advice, you can’t help but think that you’re a little bit lonely without his company. Funny enough, you also found yourself scrolling through the infamous app for hours and hours until there’s a match.
The only thing that’s funnier than Changbin asking dating advice from a total fetus than you is you talking big games to him when you haven’t even got laid, not even once. So obviously, you’re so close to pissing your pants as you dread the drive to your date, tremendously.
“Since when did you even start using dating apps?” Yeji scrunches her nose in disapproval as she starts the engine. You both just finished watching ‘Dolittle’ since Robert Downey Jr. is an icon and you’re not planning on missing out on any of his movies. But that’s not the point because the point is, your roommate knows your impulsive ass too well. Meaning, she’s not letting your day end without giving you something to feel better about it. More straight forward-ly, she’s trying to lighten up your mood before your date can piss you off.
You singsong, trying to wiggle yourself out of the situation. “Since Seo Changbin asked me about a girl.” You know Yeji just as well as how she knows you, so you’re taking advantage of her carelessness to bring up a whole new topic before she can lure you into ‘the talk’.
Yeah, ‘the talk’, sounds scary enough if you’re thinking about that one awkward, intimate conversation with parents about how babies are made. You think it’s utterly useless since society is basically corrupted and kids these days are all over the place, watching porns left and right with their parents’ IDs. So having ‘the talk’ with Yeji is definitely not gonna be full of questionable statements in replacement for making love.
As far as you know, she only forces someone into ‘the talk’ with her when they suddenly have some kind of romantic interest in another human being. Upon hearing that, she’s gonna be out and about, playing the role of God and telling people all of the do-s and don’t-s along with a detailed description of how she’s gonna drag that person to the very bottom of hell if they end up breaking their heart. You’re sure as hell that you’re not ready to talk about it with her. In other words, you’re not ready for her to torment you about some boy that you haven’t even met.
“Seo Changbin, dating someone?” Yeji fakes a gasp. “Wow, tell me all about it.”
You roll your eyes at her. “So you knew?”
You don’t know why you’re even surprised anymore since Changbin tells Hyunjin everything who’d spill everything to Ryujin for their midnight gossip session who’d complain about it to Yeji later on. The cycle is fully completed before you even know it and that does not make you feel any less of a dumbass.
“Duh,” She purses her lips before making a turn at the second intersection. “Listen, just enjoy your date, I’m not gonna tease you about it until you tell me how much of an asshole that guy is.”
You sigh in relief, drowning into your seat like a jellyfish. “Thank God.”
“But,” Your roommate drawls the word for a painfully long time. “Can we just talk about how it’s such a shame? You and Changbin would make an extremely adorable couple, right? I kid you not.”
You choke on your own saliva, coughing furiously as your hand desperately tries to roll down the window for some fresh air, mainly for the heat that’s slowly creeping up on the apples of your cheeks. “Who would ship me and my best friend together? That sounds like every drama to ever exist. Ew.” Hissing at her like a snake, you repeatedly fan your face with the hope to rid off the annoying coral tint.
Yeji narrows her eyes at you and quickly diverts her attention back on the road because no one is getting pulled over on a gorgeous Saturday night, at least not her. She still has to finish the last episodes of the drama she’s been fangirling over. “So you’re telling me that you’re not jealous when Changbin told you about other girls? You’re totally, absolutely, entirely okay with him hanging out with some random chick in Italy?”
It makes your blood boil even more when she mentions the fact that yes, Changbin is having fun with someone who’s probably ten thousand times hotter than you in Europe, but you’re more pissed off at the fact that she’s always right. Of course, you’re fucking jealous, why wouldn’t you? You can’t even fathom the sheer fury that’s running through your veins. Your heart is pumping pure exasperation into your brain. Even your liver can’t filter such anger. You hate the idea of Changbin wrapping his arms around someone other than you so much you’d rather choke yourself to death than even glance at such sight.
But, for the sake of a completely normal conversation, your mouth says otherwise. “Why not? He’s not my property, I don’t get to decide who he falls in love with. Moreover, he deserves someone he truly adores. That’s not my business for all I know.”
“Liar,” Yeji smirks. “Enjoy your date all you want, Y/N. Try not to think about Changbin too much or your date’s gonna flip.”
Again, you can’t stress enough how annoying Hwang Yeji is because somehow, in which you still don’t know how, she can read your mind in a snap of a finger. So it’s no surprise for her to know that you’ve actually thought about dating your own best friend before. It sounds so cliché you might bury yourself alive if you accidentally slip one day and confess your stupid feelings for him. As if on cue, your sixth sense is currently tingling, trying to tell you that you will definitely make a fool of yourself as you try to elaborate on how you feel about Changbin.
“What did I do to deserve you?” You sneer sarcastically at her as she parks her white Rover right in front of the restaurant.
The moment you step out of her car, Yeji tosses you a look. “Don’t you dare trip on me Lee freaking Y/N, don’t even try it.”
“I’ll have Minho pick me up, now skittle outta here.” You grimace before shutting the door close. Turning on your heels, you inhale sharply and push the glass door open to enter what seems like literal hell on Earth for the next four hours or so.
three.
Being on an actual date reminds you of why you never even use dating apps in the first place.
The only part that prevents you from running away is that Yeji has his dating profile. She knows his number, his occupation, his face, and all that jazz because meeting strangers for the very first time and already eating out with them gives you every right to be paranoid. But you’re not gonna tell him that because you still respect him just fine. And in case he’s acting all sketch, you’re gonna make sure that he’s not going home in one piece.
Okay, you can’t just blame Jaemin because he’s not an asshole. He really isn’t. He’s a nice guy in general: respectful, confident, and outgoing with a good sense of humor. Respectful? Checked. Confident? Checked. Good sense of humor? Checked. Outgoing? That’s the dealbreaker right there. You don’t hate him for it, it’s just he’s too outgoing for an introverted potato like you.
Both Jaemin and Changbin have very strong personalities like every Leo should. You’re most definitely not an astrology nerd but you’re educated enough to know that Leos are dramatic, warm-hearted, passionate and impulsive.
In which, Changbin makes you laugh your ass off until you can’t even breathe whenever he’s whining about you waking him up at 9 a.m. But you gave Jaemin nothing but a scrunch of your nose when he yelped out loud as his mashed potato was too hot. And you kindly offered to finish it for him after knowing that he can’t have dairy products. Changbin’s managed to get you out of the house every weekend even when it’s a simple trip to the mall and whereas, Jaemin makes you feel more of a voiceless being when he continuously brings up one topic after another at the literal speed of light. You almost miss how you can just throw out the most random sentence without being afraid of someone judging you.
Clearly, Jaemin isn’t the one to blame here.
Admittedly, it’s just a ‘you’ problem.
And even more admittedly, it’s just because Na Jaemin is being himself, and will always be himself. He’s never gonna be, and will never be Seo Changbin.
Seriously, what’s up with Changbin taking over your mind today?
“Do you perhaps wanna watch a movie after dinner— you’re not listening to me, aren’t you?” Jaemin stops mid-sentence when he catches your dreamy expression, for the fifth time that night.
You quickly regain your composure and sigh in defeat. “Fine, you got me. Again.” Burying your face into your palms, you’re practically choking on your own frustration because you don’t wanna lash out on him just because he’s not your type. “Ugh, I’m sorry, okay? I’ve never been on a date with a stranger before. Who’d have thought talking on texts was so much easier?”
Jaemin props his head on his hand and makes eye contact with you. He breaks it after a good five seconds to catch you off guard, slowly processing his current thoughts like a lawyer in court. “Let me guess, you’re in a long-distance relationship with someone but since they’ve been away for quite some time, you got bored. So that leads to you, drum rolls, hopping on Tinder to find a one night stand.” He closes in proudly, a triumphant smirk painted on his slightly chapped lips.
For the first time after hours of dreading Minho to come and pick you up as soon as possible, you can finally let go and have a good laugh. It’s like the pressure of being on a date is gladly lifted off your shoulders and you feel like you’re just catching up with an old friend. Which is weird because Changbin— Would it kill to stop thinking about Changbin for once in your life you dumbhead?
“And how did you know that?” You smile at Jaemin, deciding to focus on him for the rest of the night so that he doesn’t think you’re disrespecting him. A date is still a date. Even when the feelings aren’t mutual, the amount of respect should be.
He slowly takes a sip of his water and chews on his steak after. “Not to be creepy but when you went to use the restroom, a notification showed up and I saw your lock screen. He looks like one of those hot SoundCloud rappers who manages to stay anonymous under their stage name even when they’re mad famous. You know, cool people making dope music without being too problematic like ‘real’ celebrities.” Jaemin says it with such admiration you’re nearly more than ready to rant about how talented of a music prodigy your best friend is. But for the sake of him being your best friend, you’re not gonna do that. Yet.
“We’re not dating, just childhood best friends.”
He wiggles his eyebrows at you with mischief laced in his brown eyes. “You have a thing for him then. Aha! I knew it! All best friends are obligated to be together, it’s an unwritten norm of the universe.” Wow, just when you thought that no one would know about your feelings for Changbin other than your annoying, chaotic friend group.
“In my defense, he was the one who set that photo as my lock screen.” You grunt under your breath but don’t even try to hide it. “I shouldn’t have swiped right.”
“Be grateful that you did.” Jaemin inhales the last bits of his dish with satisfaction, dabbing the sauce on his lips away with a napkin. “Because not only am I paying for the meal, I’d love to meet up again to hear you ramble about the boy on your phone. As friends. Also because you totally saved my lactose intolerant ass back there.” He declares loud and clear, smiling from ear to ear.
You roll your eyes at him in slight annoyance. “Fine, but I’m paying for the movie tickets.”
Jaemin extends his fist. “Frozen 2? I know a place that’s having it tonight.”
“You got it, broski.” You chuckle and bump your fist with his while your heart is yelling at you to get the fuck out of this restaurant because you’re about to suffocate yourself with the amount of painstakingly awkward silence that this place possesses.
Before you even know it, you’re walking out of the Hilton Hotel with an empty bucket of popcorn in your arms as Jaemin hogs two cups of Coke which are left with nothing but ice cubes right beside you. It’s like the whole being too cautious thing that’s been driving you insane has disintegrated into literal dust. Watching a movie with Jaemin feels like you’re babysitting your non-existent little brother while your parents are out of town and Minho is bar-hopping with the guys. Except for the fact that he gave you his hoodie because the cinema’s ACs are ridiculously cold as always. But it’s really nice, actually, because although the date didn’t turn out how you expected it to be, you did make a new friend.
That rarely happens so you’re definitely giving yourself a pat on the shoulder.
“The plot was kinda messy, don’t you think?” You ask him after tossing the bucket into a nearby trash can.
Jaemin nods in acknowledgment and swings an arm around your shoulder. “It was all over the place, I’m with you all the way. And Elsa in that purple dress too? Yikes.”
You laugh with him, continuing the conversation with much less ‘watch what you’re saying’ and more ‘actually enjoy the date for the sake of it’ until you both reach the parking lot. “Drive safe and text me when you’re home, okay?” You remind him like the bossy person that you are as you pull out your phone from your purse.
“You’re not my mom.” Jaemin snickers and his fingers hover above the tips of his keys inside his pocket. “Wait, your brother’s picking you up right?”
[9:35 p.m.]
y/n | hey, pick me up already.
meanhoe | sorry sis, I’m a bit occupied over here.
meanhoe | just call a ride home or smth.
[9:36 p.m.]
y/n | LEE MINHO ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
y/n | do you have the slightest idea about how many serial killers are lurking the streets, waiting for girls like me to fall right into their traps?
meanhoe | paranoid.
[9:37 p.m.]
meanhoe | let me tell you about how Han Jisung is taking a nap on my lap rn.
meanhoe | in graphic details.
[9:38 p.m.]
y/n | or I can just tell you about that time when mom and dad found you right next to a trash can on a sidewalk instead?
y/n | it’s a very lovely story, trust me.
[9:39 p.m.]
meanhoe | ugh, what do you want?
y/n | nothing, Jaemin will drive me home.
y/n | goodnight.
[ 9:40p.m. ]
meanhoe | hey! I can make it up to you still!
y/n | I SAID GOODNIGHT.
You toss your phone back into your purse in pure disappointment. And with a prolonged sigh, you turn to Jaemin. “He abandoned me. Can you give me a ride home?”
He cackles at the scowl on your face and gestures you towards the seat next to the shotgun window. “Hop in.”
four.
“Wow,” Minho utters. “Just wow.”
“It’s you again, why am I still surprised at this point?”
He grins coyly and slips the keys into his pocket before running a hand through his bed head. Chuckling creepily, he watches as Changbin struggles to roll both of his suitcases across the bumpy surface of your front porch. “You left my sister crying with a bucket of ice-cream for Italy. How does that feel? You know, to finally be free from her ?” Minho inquires with an amused smile. “But on a serious note, she missed you, very much so. Did you even tell her about this?
“Minho, it’s supposed to be a surprise. Do I have to translate ‘surprise’ into whatever the fuck of a language that all snakes speak in general or you’re fully capable of doing that yourself? Also, it would be so incredibly kind and generous of you to actually comprehend my messages.”
Minho chuckles and leans back against the wall comfortably. “Why not move back here then? Aren’t you done with your degree already? Or did Italy blind you with their good food and hot girls? You’re quite qualified to be my roommate.” He drags the last part. “Just wish you didn’t have to give me that attitude whenever I’m trying to start a civil conversation.”
Changbin scoffs at him, clearly uninterested. And Minho’s definition of a civil conversation just concerns him even more. “I have enough qualities to be your roommate? Let me guess, smart ?”
“Secretly a nerd.” Minho tuts.
Changbin shoots him a dirty look. “Composed?”
“I’d say indifferent and stubborn.”
“Brave enough to kill some stupid bugs for you?”
Minho rolls his eyes. “More like painstakingly reckless.”
“You literally fell off the couch when Jeongin accidentally popped a balloon with his pen.”
A smirk blooms on his lips. “But you gave him an entire lecture about why he shouldn’t bring pens to a party. Inspiring leadership.”
“Looks good in black?”
Minho looks unimpressed. “Everyone looks good in black you moron.”
“Then why the fuck are you trying to pull me into your system?!” Changbin throws his hands upwards, a frustrated groan escapes his lips. “You know I hate commitments. They give me anxiety. Especially when it involves you.” Which is not entirely correct because he did have a date last week or should have had a date last week. He was so close to pissing himself in the middle of a Michelin rated restaurant. But lucky him, his date flaked out on him before he could start having a full-on mental breakdown inside the restroom.
A glint of curiosity ignites in Minho’s orbs. “Because you absolutely have no life whatsoever.” He starts calmly, going back and forth within the limited space of the hallway. “And don’t even get me started about your love life. It’s drier than Chan’s attempt at making macarons. Oh and remind me, did your goldfish die or did you kill him? Did he die or was he killed? Or was it both?” He taunts further, and further, and further until he’s hanging on that weird borderline between having Changbin lunge at him like a predator and succeeding at luring him back to Seoul. “I’m being as kind as my mind can possibly allow without a drop of caffeine so you better take it while you’re at it.”
Changbin is fuming with nothing but pure anger. He’s so fucking close to crush every single strand of liveliness left inside of the man in front of him until he turns white like a complete ghost. But he’s also convinced that Lee Minho is just a non-biological heir of the Angel of Death. Hence, getting rid of him is impossible. “Come over here and make me.” Crossed arms, he’s determined to not leave the city without at least throwing a punch at Minho’s ridiculously perfect face.
“What are you? Four?”
Changbin stops himself from throwing hands at him and turns on his heels. “Nothing, it’s just that I don’t really like you all that much.” He makes his way to the kitchen, tossing his black beanie onto the counter.
“Yeah, me neither.”
He protests triumphantly. “See?”
“Listen up you man child,” Minho grits and walks behind him through the living room, passing by a hungover Jisung with Woojin on top of him at an unusually persistent pace that seems to cover up the bubbling anger inside his stomach. “Would you stop what you’re doing and listen to me when I’m trying to prove my own point? I’ve known you for all my life—“
Changbin interrupts him. “Those times when you passed by me at the library and made fun of me for studying for finals in high school? Doesn’t count.”
Minho hides behind a rather cheerful voice, his stare colder than an ex-wife’s fighting for custody over her child in court. “That doesn’t matter! Y/N went out with some guy last night and even let him drive her home. I don’t even know if she’s okay or not since she wouldn’t pick up for the past hour. And I just can’t let those two idiots at home alone, completely unaware of their surroundings.” Changbin shoots him a weird look and he quickly brushes it off with a click of his tongue. “Don’t ask.”
Changbin chokes on the can of Coke that he just grabbed from the fridge. “Wait, so she’s not here?”
“She moved in with Yeji months ago in an apartment near college, didn’t she tell you ?”
“No?” He raises a brow. “And what date? Who? How? Where? When?”
Changbin’s starting to panic a little bit because if you were to be on a date, you’d most likely hide in the restroom just to text him for a good five minutes. Very much like him. Anyway, he’s also quite concerned about the fact that you didn’t reply to Minho’s texts all morning. Maybe he’s overthinking again but he knows that you’ve forced yourself to be a morning person even when it’s the holiday since you don’t wanna dread bringing back your old habits when a new semester hits.
Minho drums his fingers against the dining table. “Who? Some boy called Jaemin? How? Tinder. Where? The Hilton Hotel. When? Last night until almost 10 I believe.”
Now Changbin’s fully entered panic mode because since when did you even use Tinder? And not tell him about it too? What if you’re already kidnapped and sold to some creepy people from China to make profits off your organs? “That’s it. Give me her address, I’ll go.” He drops his backpack onto the floor and grabs his coat, downing the last few drops of his beverage in a rush. As soon as Minho texts him your address, Changbin dashes straight through the front door like a tornado to the point that it has Woojin facepalming himself on Minho’s dad’s old carpet.
“My job here is done.” Minho cracks his knuckle and takes a seat at his family’s dining table, picking up his phone only to receive a text from you.
[8:23 a.m.]
y/n | ugh, is your friend gonna come over to pick up the speaker or what? it’s been fifteen minutes.
y/n | and what’s his name again? Jackson?
meanhoe | yeah, he’ll be there in ten.
meanhoe | eat a chill pill sis, I’m in charge.
five.
You frown furiously at the series of messages that you and your brother have been sending each other for the past ten minutes. Something smells fishy, and you can already see that stupid, self-indulging smirk spread across his face without him being right next to you. But then again, no one really knows what’s going on inside that disturbing glimpse of thing called ‘a brain’ inside his head because magically, and spontaneously, everything works out whenever he’s in charge.
Except when he’s in the kitchen with Jisung and Hyunjin as his cannot-be-anymore-useless vice-cooks, aka when they’re holding onto each other for dear life the moment Minho cracks an egg onto a heated pan with oil boiling along the edges.
“Ugh, Yeji! It’s supposed to be your turn to do laundry, you ass.” You repeatedly hit your roommate’s sleeping figure with a pillow, slightly mad at the fact that she’s still in bed when you’re done with grocery shopping. Sometimes you wonder if her only talent is sleeping through earthquakes. Maybe that’s how she has mad stamina and can still do a decent thirty minutes of cardio after dance practice.
Yeji mumbles nonsense into her pillow and slaps your hand away only to bury herself under the wool blanket again. It takes every strand of energy left inside of you to pull the soft fabric over her head and onto the floor it goes. “Why are you making such a fuss out of me forgetting to do laundry ?” She sits up grudgingly like a zombie digging itself up from its own grave and yawns obnoxiously.
You blink numerous times at her in disbelief. “Uhm, hello? Because I don’t have anything to wear? And also, FYI, it’s almost ten, okay? Wake up Sleeping Beauty. Prince Charming isn’t available today.”
“Shut the fuck up!” She whines loudly before dropping onto her backside in defeat. “You’ve never binge-watched any dramas before, you’d never get it.” Hey, it’s not your fault she chose to stay up until 3 a.m. for a stupid drama. You’re not gonna tolerate her complaints about migraines after having lunch, not this time.
“Besides,” She glances at you before throwing an arm over her head dramatically. “You look good in that hoodie, where did you get it?”
You grab various pieces of clothing dangling off of her bed and her beige-colored computer chair as you ponder about your life choices. “Na Jaemin, who else? God, and I need to give it back to him too.”
Yeji teases. “Are you making an excuse to meet him again?”
“We didn’t click, that’s all I have to say.” A smirk finds its way to your lips. “I basically adopted him now, so yes, I am making an excuse to meet him again because a mother has every right to see their son.”
“You’re so weird.” Your roommate purses her lips before turning her back against you.
You scroll through your feed in pure boredom. “What do you want for lunch? Wait, it’s too early for lunch, what about brunch?”
“Anything will do.” Yeji shrugs, not even trying to get out of bed when it’s already 9 a.m. So naturally, you’re already facepalming yourself at her questionable sleeping habits.
Now, where is that guy Jackson?
As if on cue, your doorbell rings. You’re dead meat to me. You roll up your sleeves and put on your ‘formally serious’ face before grabbing the tote bag right beside your couch. Without even checking who’s there through the peephole, you swing the door open in a rush. “Look, Jackson, I’m really not in the mood to invite you inside for tea nor biscuits so just take the speaker and—“
“Y/N, I don’t need a speaker, stop bombarding me with information that my brain can’t even comprehend. And who the hell is Jackson?” Changbin puts his hands up as if you’re holding him at gunpoint. And you almost laugh out loud at how he looks like he just found out Trump is president, he— wait, Changbin’s here?
You subconsciously drop the speaker without noticing that you might break something before Jackson actually gets here. “You came back?!” Your mouth automatically goes agape, utterly speechless.
“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” He chuckles when you crash yourself into his embrace as an attempt to hide your teary eyes. Meeting Changbin in person again feels like a rollercoaster full of mixed emotions, you have so many things to say but nothing comes out right. Maybe it’s best if you just keep your mouth shut for the time being.
And thank God he still smells the same and doesn’t shower himself in ridiculously expensive cologne like other guys because you’d disown him if he starts smelling like a Tommy Hilfiger store. Changbin gently wraps his arms around your waist, rocking you from side to side. “You missed me that much huh?” Suddenly tongue-tied, he’s officially lost the ability to form a proper sentence when you hold onto him so tightly, so desperately.
When you pull away, you don’t even know what to say when so many things are running through your mind at the speed of light. After all those years, he’s changed. Yes, people change. But Changbin changed, for the better. He looks impeccable even in a simple black t-shirt with a grey bomber jacket thrown over his figure. Wait, has he been hitting the gym? You swear, last time you saw him he was five times smaller. His jawline can now cut you too apparently. Years of friendship and you just found out your best friend is an actual health freak.
“As if..” You sniffle into the crook of his neck, tears continuously streaming down on your cheeks. Eventually, you give in. “Fine, I did miss you.”
Changbin laughs wholeheartedly, sending vibration throughout your entire body. “Missed you too, Beastie.” And it’s there again, that fuzzy feeling tickling the pit of your stomach. It feels wrong, and your heart knows that too well. To the point that you’re afraid of your own feelings for him, that you’d hurt him, or he’d hurt you. You just can’t decide if confessing to him is worth the risk of destroying your friendship forever. But it’s most definitely not. Maybe it’s better this way.
“Wait,” Changbin scrunches his nose and pulls away. “You smell like a guy.” Then something rings a bell inside of him. “Right, you went on a date with some cute boy without telling me? Explain yourself.”
You scratch the nape of your neck sheepishly, slightly embarrassed. “Well… long story short, I got bored and downloaded Tinder. He was cute, but not compatible.”
“There you are, what took you so long?” Yeji pops her head out of her bedroom, almost giving you a heart attack.
You toss her a look. “What do you mean ‘what took you so long? Did you know? Again ?” And she nods apologetically. “Why the fuck do I feel so left out right now? Are you guys setting me up for something sketchy? Who’s in charge?”
“Your brother, obviously.”
You step aside so that Changbin can walk into your living room before shutting the front door closed. “Zip it, he’s adopted.”
six.
Kim Woojin, as always, throws his annual ‘welcome back’ BBQ party whenever someone returns from a long trip for a fairly long time. Of course, he would never leave Changbin hanging.
Which, also means you’re obligated to accept the fact that he just single-handedly dragged you out of your apartment with the most minimal of physical effort. So now you’re stuck inside his stupid kitchen, with your siblings (no not Minho, not that heathen), potatoes. You look so incredibly alike your brother might actually be whatever with the harsh truth that you can’t stop taunting him about how he’s adopted.
Anyway, because you’ve always been terrified about the thought of accidentally having your sleeves caught on fire, Chan just shooed you back inside to work on the potato salad. And the worst part of making a potato salad? Peeling the skin. Seriously, you’d marry someone who invented an automatic potato peeler, that’d be godsend privilege.
The saying goes : ‘When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade’. Likewise, but in your case, it’s : ‘When life makes you cook, get yourself a best friend who’s good at it instead’. Problem solved. Changbin might not be as great as *snorts* Minho, but he did manage to survive multiple months in Italy without spending too much money eating out when he’s very, absolutely, entirely financially capable of doing that for the rest of his life. He appreciates home-cooked food because of the process, the time, the effort, the love that every family member (or one family member) put into the dishes. And it may not be something that’s Gordon Ramsay-approved, but gathering around at the same table gives people the chance to catch up, to communicate, to care more.
And what does that mean? Well, that means when Changbin, fortunately, makes it out of the war zone in Woojin’s backyard where Hyunjin is chasing Jisung with a dead spider between his metal tong, he finds out that he just, in fact, got himself into another disaster. Bits of potatoes’ skin is everywhere, scattered randomly from the kitchen aisle to the wooden cutting board. Bottles of mayonnaise and mustard are lying lifelessly across the dining table, saucing dripping from the opened caps. And jars of different spices look like they just got dumped into one big bucket, mixed together, and then carefully divided them evenly into each one again. Changbin is utterly alarmed right now and he can’t decide whether he should be helping you or just run away. But since it’s you, he can’t simply turn on his heels and leave because chances are, you’re gonna fucking stab him in his sleep.
“Woah, who did you kill ?” He gasps, taking slow strides toward your figure standing at the kitchen aisle.
You blow a few strands of loose hair out of your face, crying dramatically. “My sanity, it’s long gone.” You tell him as you try to stir the mixture of mayonnaise, paprika, apple cider vinegar, celery seeds, mustard, and sweet pickle relish in a stainless steel bowl with a wooden spoon, trying hard not to ruin Jaemin’s favorite hoodie. “And if you’re not planning on giving me a hand, then the exit is right that way. No one’s stopping you.”
Changbin shakes his head at you in disapproval for a hot minute before pulling your hair free from the loose bun, accidentally dousing himself in the more than familiar scent of your shampoo. Fresh, and a bit pepperminty, he missed this so much it’s starting to get creepy. Basically his heart just swells, but he’s gonna choose to be in denial like usual. “Better get your hair out of your face first.” He says and effortlessly puts your messy, black mop of hair into a high ponytail. It’s not like he hasn’t done this before because Changbin tends to play with your hair a lot while you’re both on a Netflix marathon. But this time, you didn’t know what it was, but the moment the tips of his fingers brushed past your bare skin, they sent electricity down your spine and goosebumps rose on your skin. The fact that your little heart feels like it’s running on a treadmill for hours doesn’t make it easier to deny how much he can affect you without even trying.
“Why are you still wearing that hoodie ?” Changbin points out, confused.
You answer monotonously, still mad at your roommate. “Because Yeji forgot to do laundry. So I have nothing to wear.” You hate her even more now because she’s probably gonna be out and about, going to questionable parties with Ryujin until dawn and asking for a cup of water when she gets back home on your bean bag chair. “I’m gonna have to return it to Jaemin soon.”
Changin snickers. “Yeah, you better.” He finishes chopping up the hard-boiled eggs, celery, sweet onions, and fresh dill, dropping the ingredients into the dressing that you just made.
“So,” You walk over to the dining table to grab the bowl of chopped potato. “How did your date go? Was she cute or did she look like a potential serial killer? Wait, serial killers can look cute.” You shiver at the thought of losing your best friend in some foreign country because someone can literally be kidnapped in a span of fifteen to twenty seconds. So you don’t see the point of being ashamed about always being paranoid.
Changbin helps you pour the dressing over the potato before stirring the goodness together with a wooden spoon. “Ah, that,” He scratches the nape of his neck sheepishly. “She’s okay I guess. But you never know, talking over text is always easier.”
You decide to let Changbin finish up the dish and grab some paper towels to wipe down the table and counter. “So you guys never met up ?”
He looks hesitant to tell you. “Technically, we were gonna see each other every day because of the internship but I guess no? Our schedules aren’t exactly compatible. Maybe I’ll just ask her out again when I fly back.”
You stop cleaning up the mess on the kitchen aisle and turn your attention onto your best friend. He’s nibbling on his bottom lips, guilt is evident in his eyes.
“What internship?” You ask.
seven.
Seo Changbin used to have ( and still has ) a soft spot for you. And everyone knows that all too well.
He wasn’t kidding when he said that you’re his favorite girl. He wasn’t kidding when he said that he’d take a bullet for you. But you kinda wish that he was because falling in love with your childhood best friend just sounds so wrong on so many levels altogether. Jaemin night be right, it is written in the stars for some people to fall in love with their best friend but that life is not for you. There’s just something about the idea of Changbin and you as lovers that twists an immediate knot in your stomach. Sometimes you wish he doesn’t have to be so affectionate towards you so that you can give up on the one thing that’s holding you back : false hope.
He would always drag you out of bed in the middle of the night to watch the stars and talk with him even when you guys were practically inseparable. Your group of friends constantly tells you that Changbin could never keep his hands to himself when it comes to you but realistically, he’s just a secretly clingy person who loves cuddling. But those little moments where you guys were sharing the same bed, snuggling into each other’s presence like it’s the last sense of comfort in the entire world were the ones you cherish the most. They can make you smile stupidly to yourself all day.
And Changbin never failed to surprise you too. He once made the whole fancy breakfast in bed with flowers that only happens in movies and you couldn’t stop talking about it. Even ‘till this day, you still can’t shut up about it. He only brushed it off and told you that he wanted to spoil you since it’s your birthday but you took it as something much more than just a birthday present. Because those little actions of his are what set your heart on fire and you feel like it could combust anytime if he keeps looking at you so tenderly all the time.
Changbin isn’t a man of many words because he truly believes that actions speak louder than words. At least for him, his actions are much more powerful than his words. But that doesn’t mean his words never had any kind of effect on you. Because they did, greatly. You still remember how you’d always wake him up in the middle of the night because your stupid brain cells decided to give you a mental breakdown after bottling feelings up for so long. But Changbin didn’t just scold you for keeping everything to yourself, he did something else much more magical and much more comforting than any advice you could ever have.
He’s written plenty of songs for you before, and you can still vividly hear the familiar melodies every now and then whenever you’re in a really dark place.
It felt like a tight hug when you were all alone and in distress. But what sucks is that it makes you miss him even more. Where in the world is he? What is he doing? Does he have a decent life? Moreover, is he happy? You were always worried sick about Changbin because he’s that type of guy who works his ass off for things that he’s passionate about but he’d be willing to do something else for others because he doesn’t want to hurt anyone. Hence, upon hearing about him turning down an internship just to fly back, you didn’t know what to say or think.
You yell at Changbin. “Are you out of your mind?!”
He huffs in disbelief. “I’m a fully grown man who has every right to make my own decisions so I chose to visit my friends instead of torturing myself inside a studio. Yeah, sue me!”
“Do you have any idea how many opportunities and chances that internship would bring? There’s no need for you to do that just because of us!”
Changbin points out snarkily. “Well, you were the one who decided to call me at 3 a.m. every single day, complaining about your insomnia and shit.”
You gasp scandalously. “Why are you even saying that? It’s like you don’t even know me! I’m trying to put your benefits before mine, why is it so hard to understand that? Are you trying to say that I’m the bad guy in this conversation?”
“Maybe you are,” He says through gritted teeth. “Likewise, I’m trying to put my friends first instead of locking myself up within four soundproof walls twenty-four hours a day, five days a week, until spring break is over. You are being fucking ridiculous!”
You’re slightly taken aback when Changbin had the audacity to say such things. Why is he still so fucking stubborn? “I’m the one who’s being ridiculous? Me trying to not get my best friend's talent wasted, me trying to not have my best friend make the rest of his break go wack because all we do here is apparently get drunk, eat, sleep, and repeat. That, is being ridiculous ?” You let out a humorless laugh. “Well, if I need to keep on doing that in order to keep you on track with your dream, then I fucking will.”
He hisses at you. “What are you? My mom? I’m a fully grown adult for fuck’s sake!”
“Yes, I am technically your mom since the day you threw up on my dress in kindergarten. I even wiped your puke off of your face, you ungrateful brat.”
“Uhm guys, you might wanna tone it down..” Felix tries to cool off the situation since he doesn’t really enjoy eating dinner while two people are continuously throwing daggers at each other with their eyes.
Another thing, no matter how whipped you are for Seo Changbin, there’s still this little demonic part in your heart that screams to strangle the light out of his eyes every single day. Even back then, you guys bickered like there’s no tomorrow without a care in the world. Fortunately, your problems were always quick to be resolved because you just could never bring yourself to hate him even when you wanted to. He’s just that contagious, never fails to put a smile on your face nonetheless.
So naturally, it’s ten minutes into the BBQ party in Woojin’s backyard and you’re more than ready to fight him. Metaphorically, not literally because you’re too utterly soft for him anyway.
“Shh, shh,” Minho easily shushes Felix up with his index finger over his lips. “Lix, keep it down, the Petty Olympics is just getting started.”
Jeongin purses his lips. “You’re such a snake, did you know that?” He’s obnoxiously chewing on the slices of grilled steak that Chan just took off the iron rack. Like Felix, he wishes to enjoy dinner in peace but that has not happened for quite some time and he’s already sick of it.
Minho rolls his eyes at the younger boy with nothing but disgust in his eyes. “Wow, what a truly shocking revelation, Jeongin. It’s for the irony, sarcasm is needed in order for my joke to work.” He sips on the glass of whiskey in front of him like how he simply sips on his coworkers’ complaints about their relationships every morning. “Now run along, grab your monthly paycheck and buy yourself a sense of humor.”
Jisung snickers. “Wow, is he mean today—“
You cut Jisung off unintentionally, huffing with such determination. “Don’t ever talk to me again.”
Changbin says casually. “It’s not like I want to.”
“I will break you.” You give him your best death glare.
He tips his imaginary hat with a smirk tugged on his lips. “If that’s what makes you happy, then I certainly cannot wait for it, Little Mistress.”
eight.
It’s the second time you’re hanging out with Jaemin and still, you can’t bring yourself to develop any non-platonic feelings for him. Do you really want to date him? Not really. Again, he’s not a bad guy. In fact, girls can just pass by you both walking by the Han River and they’re already eyeing him up and down like an expensive piece of steak.
Maybe it’s something about trying to push Changbin out of your mind for once in your life. Or it can be something about the fact that he actually has some kind of romantic interest in his Tinder date. Or you’re just being ridiculous and totally overthinking the situation.
It’s sad, but you’ll have to accept it sooner or later. You see Jaemin as nothing but a friend, and a little brother because he’s funny, respectful, and everything you can ask for in a guy. But, at the end of the day, he’s just not Changbin.
And although you’re madly in love with your best friend, it seems like Jaemin gets you and manages to keep your mind off of him for the day so that you don’t end up crying alone in one of the bathroom stalls. You can’t be any more thankful.
“You seriously didn’t have to watch ‘Dolittle’ twice just because of me,” Jaemin tells you as you both stand at the front door of the movies, hugging his bucket of popcorn closer to his stomach.
You smile at him. “Robert Downey Jr. is worth watching any movie twice. That’s why I’m still not over the Endgame depression phase because I may or may not watch it one too many times.”
He rolls his eyes at you and proceeds to throw his garbage away. “Crybaby.” Then, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and walks you towards the entrance. “I had fun tonight. Thanks, Y/N, it means a lot. Should I walk you home?”
“I don’t see why you shouldn’t.” You answer cheekily.
Jaemin teases, “Because your boyfriend might show up and punch me in the face?”
“Shut up! He’s not my boyfriend!”
“Woah, I didn’t even say who it was. You’re so whipped for him.”
You elbow him in the stomach, earning a low grunt from him as a response. “I shouldn’t have given you your hoodie back. I should have burnt it or something.”
He wiggles his eyebrows at you, holding onto the paper bag that you brought tightly. “No, keep it if you want to. You look good in it.”
Before you can even clap-back at him with a witty retort, your phone vibrates inside your pocket. “Sorry, someone texted me.”
[ 9:23p.m. ]
meanhoe | Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?!
meanhoe | SOMEONE BROKE INTO OUR HOUSE!
meanhoe | I’m upstairs rn, but there were some sketchy sounds earlier. I think they’re in our kitchen.
meanhoe | Bin’s still in the living room!
meanhoe | COME HOME!!
Oh. My. God.
nine.
“Changbin, pick up, pick up,” You murmur and keep pacing back and forth at your parents’ front porch, frantically fumbling with your phone in your hands. “Goddamnit just pick up!” You groan out of frustration when you can’t even open the door because it’s locked, and Changbin’s not doing a great job at responding to your calls either. Which can only mean one thing, he’s being held hostage inside along with your brother and the intruder’s probably confiscated their phones.
You’d take a bullet for Changbin if that’s the last thing you could do for him. There are no words to fathom how important he is to you, so now instead of thinking of how to save his ass, you’re stupidly, foolishly thinking back to high school where he would always eat lunch with you whenever Minho’s too caught up with practice, where you both would lie under an ugly tree at the very back of your school’s enormous backyard, trying to do homework and dozing off five minutes after. Changbin’s been with you through thicks and thins, with all of your ups and downs. His lack of doubt for you was what helped you survive those horrendous years and you’ve decided that you’re not gonna let go of him, not in this life.
Therefore, you’re about to do something dumb. That something is going to prevent your best friend from getting murdered. But the chances of getting your head blown into bits are undeniably high too. That wouldn’t matter now, would it? If the intruder dares to tick you off, he best believes that you’re gonna fucking take him down with you.
Mustering all of the courage you have left, slowly, your fingers hover over the doorknob, the other on the wooden surface, ready to bang on it like a crazy person. You inhale sharply and close your eyes. 3..2..1..
The door suddenly swings open, causing you to stagger forward and your eyes widen in panic. “Y/N? What the hell?” Changbin catches you in time and frowns furiously at your soaked figure. Your hair and clothes are doused with rain, the tips of your fingers as cold as ice from staying outside for so long. You flutter your eyes open at his words, mouth grows agape when you find out that your current position can’t be any more awkward.
Great, now what?
Wait, where’s the intruder? “Are you okay?!” You mindlessly throw yourself at him, holding onto him so tightly like he’s gonna disintegrate into thin air once you let him go. Blood is roaring inside your ears, your heart is picking up its pace as you have so many questions, so many things to say but.. he seems pretty okay? “Is Minho okay too? Where is he? Why didn’t you pick up my calls? Why was the door locked?”
Changbin pulls away softly to prevent you from hearing his heart thumping vigorously inside of his rib cage, eyes as wide as a goldfish’s. “What? Minho’s downtown today to meet up with his old friend who’s studying abroad. Didn’t he tell you?”
“No?” You knit your brows together and take a full ten seconds to process what just happened. Why do you feel like you just got played?
He closes the door and walks you inside. “And why the hell do you look like a wet rat? Did you just walk home? Weren’t that Jaemin guy supposed to drive you instead?” You purposely ignore his questions and continue to piece the little amount of information that you have together. But once you throw a glance at your parents’ living room, you see a box of fresh, piping hot Hawaiian pizza with ‘Fast and Furious’ playing on the forty-eight inches TV. With that, everything makes sense.
You ran home as fast as you possibly could, under the rain when it’s dark outside all alone and this is how your brother repays you?
“Wow,” You utter, somewhat lightheaded. “I need to sit down.” You tell Changbin when he comes back with a white fluffy, towel. He clicks his tongue in annoyance, wordlessly bringing the towel to your head as an attempt to dry off your hair. You’re startled by his sudden affection, cheeks growing pink as you avoid eye contact.
Changbin caresses your cheekbone gently as if you’re far too fragile for him to touch and you just play dumb by batting your eyelashes repeatedly to shake the droplets of rain away. He quickly snaps out of it, taken aback by his own action. “Would you care to tell me what happened before I put you on trial?” He says with his arms crossed.
Your blood slowly boils as you choke on your own exasperation.“Minho told me that someone broke into our house and basically held you hostage. So I rain-checked on Jaemin, ran home only to find you in one piece with a pizza while watching ‘Fast & Furious’.” You hide your face behind your palms in sheer embarrassment as Changbin cackles his ass off in his annoyingly adorable laughter that makes you crack up every time.
He throws his head back and continues to laugh wholeheartedly, holding onto his stomach for dear life. “He got you good, wow. So much for supporting his sister’s second date. I’m sure he just wants to make sure that you’re home before twelve.”
“HE COULD HAVE JUST PICKED ME UP HIMSELF! HELLO?” You throw your hands in the air, huffing. You swear to God, Minho’s dead meat to you tomorrow morning. Your brother knows your feelings for Changbin all too well and he’s just doing everything he can to kick Jaemin out of your love life but the irony here is Jaemin was never there in the first place. But, Minho’s an evil mad genius so he still succeeded in pushing you back to Changbin when you’re trying to avoid him the most. Props to him, you’re now stuck inside a house with your best friend because your parents are currently going on vacation in Bora Bora.
That wouldn’t be a problem unless you’re madly in love with him. But you are, and it sucks.
You exclaim, smacking Changbin’s arm, causing him to whine loudly. “Would you stop laughing? I was scared that you’re gonna get murdered!”
In a split second, he pulls you flushed against him, rocking you back and forth as he ruffles your hair. When the vibration of his chuckle emits from his chest just makes your heart skip a beat. Changbin’s never been the cheesy, romantic type like Hyunjin but sometimes he does these things that just messes up your heart more as if it’s not already all over the place.
“Come on, Beastie, go change your clothes. I wouldn’t wanna cuddle with a sick person.”
ten.
One shower and five minutes later, you’re on the sofa right beside Changbin with your head rested comfortably on his shoulder. The first episode of ‘The Umbrella Academy’ is blaring clamorously on your dad’s TV as your eyelids grow heavy, hanging on the edge of shutting before your favorite character even pops up.
Changbin notices your sleepiness and pulls the wool blanket closer to your body, high enough to cover the rest of your shoulders as you snuggle into the crook of his neck. He pouts at the box of pizza and two empty bottles of Henny before playing with your hair, braiding a small section of it in boredom. He’s definitely not the type to rewatch any shows but since you’re just so pumped for the second season, you insisted that you two should binge-watch season one all over again. Obviously, he doesn’t see the point because he already knows everything, how does rewatching it has anything to do with getting him ready for the next season? Besides, you’re already falling asleep when it’s only ten minutes into the episode.
But is Changbin gonna let you sleep in peace just like that after all those years of you waking him up at an ungodly hour? Nope.
“Hey,” He nudges you with his elbow. “They said there wouldn’t be a second season.”
You jolt up from your sleepy state, eyes shooting open in utter surprise and disappointment. “Wait what?! Why not?!” You cry out dramatically, hands batting in midair like a madwoman as if they’re looking for something to hold onto. Soon enough, you plop yourself back onto the couch in defeat, letting the alcohol take over your entire body. You can already feel it kicking in as your limbs grow lighter and so does your mind. Gosh, you just wish you weren’t so lightweight.
Changbin chuckles at you, caressing your hair softly. He pulls you closer to him by your shoulder and takes in your scent like it’s the last sense of comfort on Earth. “You’re so cute when you’re drunk, did you know that?” He studies your features closely, quickly realizing how much he must matter to you for you to show this vulnerable side to him so casually. Giddiness is an understatement for the way that his heart just beats ten times faster, the way his arms hold you close so gently but so tightly at the same time. In this cracked darkness with the insufficient source of light from the TV screen, you’re so beautiful it takes the breath right out of his lungs. You seem too serene to be true, eyes closed, lips slightly agape it makes him wonder how it feels to seal his with yours.
As if on cue, your favorite character appears on time and you swat the sleepiness away, pointing at the screen with half-open eyes. “Five! He’s so cute, can I adopt him, please?” You giggle and show him those infamous puppy eyes. Changbin can never resist it’s actually frustrating.
“Yes, you can adopt a serial killer who knows how to travel through time, absolutely.” Changbin facepalms himself. “Honestly, what do you even see in him?”
“He’s smart and funny, and a total badass. I like how he never sugarcoats things and stays true to himself. But, he also puts others before himself without expecting them to do the same thing back. His actions speak louder than his words because there are countless times where he saved his siblings although he talks to them as if he sees them as nothing more than a bunch of assholes. I admire him in so many ways although he’s just a fictional character. And you know why?” You cock your head sideways, leaning closer. “Because he kinda reminds me of you.”
Changbin tenses up at the last part. “W-What?”
The ‘sober Y/N’ would never be brave enough to tell him what you’re planning on saying next. “I love you, Bin. I know that I might not act like I give a fuck, but I genuinely care about you. You mean the world to me.” You blurt mindlessly, hiccuping into his ears. “I really do love you. I just never got the courage to say it.” You hum and toppling over his figure on top of the couch, your legs straddling his.
“We can’t.” Changbin places his index finger on your lips to stop you from decreasing the distance. “You’re not thinking straight right now.”
You pull back, frowning. “Why? Because I’m not sober? What do my feelings for you have anything to do with alcohol?” You’re not mad, but rather curious. Either way, you can’t seem to get mad at Changbin for more than ten seconds.
“I- I don’t wanna hurt you.” He stutters and stops as he sees the heartbroken look in your eyes. It hurts even more because deep down, the sober part in you knows that you’d never fathom enough courage to actually tell him how you feel. And you also know that you’ve just potentially fucked up more than ten years worth of friendship. Changbin’s warm brown eyes stare at you with nothing but pure sincerity. “It’s like I’m taking advantage of you in this kind of state. It’s not right. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.” He brushes your hair out of your face and sighs.
“Bin, you respect me like no one else does. You know it. I know it. We know it. You’re my best friend.”
“That’s the problem.” He pulls you closer while rubbing little circles on your back. “Promise me that we’ll never change, yeah?”
You wrap your hands around his neck, a tear threatening to fall from the corner of your eye. “Yeah..promise.”
“Y/N, you didn’t do anything wrong.” He reassures you as a confirmation, standing up from the couch that he’s been occupying for too long. You keep your gaze low, unable to meet his eyes as you’re ashamed of your own action. You shouldn’t have done that. What were you thinking for fuck’s sake?
Changbin turns off the TV before guiding you towards the stairs in the dark, holding onto your waist tightly enough so that you won’t slip. “Don’t blame yourself on this, okay?”
You voice quietly, almost a whisper. “Okay.”
“Come on, let’s go to bed.”
eleven.
That night, you held onto Changbin like he’s the last thing you’re ever gonna see although you knew too well that it’s meaningless. What’s the point anyways? He just slapped your confession away and that alone was enough for you to understand that he sees you as nothing more than a friend. However, it’s still better than being stuck in that weird gray area that just keeps messing with your mind. You wouldn’t want to get in his way either. So when Changbin tried to peel your hands away from his torso gently in the middle of the night, your eyes remained closed as you rolled on the other side of the bed.
When you woke up in the morning, he was already gone.
It’s like he’s never been there all of those years as if he’s just an illusion that your delusional self made up to comfort yourself when things get hard. All of his belongings were nowhere to be found, his bed in the guest room was neatly made, something that he’s never done before. Changbin left no traces, no notes, no messages, no nothing like it’s a natural implement for ‘Don’t bother looking for me, I’m not gonna come back’. But to you, it feels more like ‘You fucked up our friendship, Y/N. I will never speak to you again’.
Losing a best friend of a lifetime is way worse than going through a breakup. But it hurts more when you’ve unintentionally developed feelings for him when you know too well that it’s not right. It’s not right. And you seriously screwed up. You just hurt the one and only person that’s so incredibly close and special to your heart. Therefore, you’re distraught, unable to do anything right for some of the following days. Utterly destroyed, you can’t seem to stop blaming yourself for what happened.
Changbin’s done so much for you and you can’t be any more grateful to have him in your life. There was this time where you totally lashed out on him because you were just having a ‘bad day’. He didn’t even get mad at you, he never gets mad at you. Instead, Changbin let you lock yourself up in your room for an hour until he came back with a box of chocolate and flowers. Everything fell right back into its place again and you really don’t know what you did to deserve him. He always goes out of his way, prioritizing others’ benefits rather than his own. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone at all because, in your heart, you know that he can be hurt easily too.
So it’s no shocker that you’re madly in love with him. You like how he smiles and looks at you like you’re the only person that’s existing in this celestial sphere. You like the sound of his laughter because it reminds you of Spongebob sometimes, it’s ridiculously adorable in the best way possible. You also like how he clings onto you and lets you be the big spoon whenever he’s having a long day, you can’t stop smiling knowing that he finds comfort in your presence.
The only flaw about him is that he’s all about that healthy life, which is good for him but you’re not adapting that any time soon. And he doesn’t talk about himself enough as he’s always used to listening to others’ problems instead. He’s flawsome, but you’re willing to embrace it all. Yes, as cheesy as it sounds, you love all of him.
Just because he’s Seo Changbin.
You stay up for many days, thinking an awful amount and flashbacking to when you’re on top of him, staring at him so tenderly as those idiotic words slipped out of your lips. All of because of one single beer. You just wish you could take it all back. If so, maybe you wouldn’t have lost the person you care about the most.
“No, she won’t eat no matter what I say.” You can hear Yeji’s voice echoes from the living room as you throw an arm over your eyes. “I don’t think you should see her right now, not when she’s on the verge of breaking down every two seconds.” You don’t even have to look to know that your brother’s outside, probably worried sick about you. Minho might not be the type of person to show affections on a regular basis, but he genuinely cares about the people around him. He just doesn’t know how to express that he cares.
The front door closes with a small ‘click’, making you jolt up from your bed. Your roommate pushes the door to your bedroom open and runs a hand through her hair. She practically grimaces at the current state of your room : curtains closed, clothes scattered all over the place with you still in your PJs. It’s funny because normally, you’re the one who complains whenever she’s being messy, now Yeji has the perfect reason to pay back. “Jesus Christ,” She frowns when her hands open the beige-colored curtains. “Get yourself together, will you?”
“Leave-me-alone.” You hiss at her like a snake when the light comes flooding in, blinding your eyes in the process. “What do you want? Am I not depressed enough to be at peace?”
She shakes her head and sits down next to your reclined form on the bed, a hand finds its way to your back. “No, you’re just in denial.” Yeji pulls your figure closer, embracing you with as much sincerity that she can muster. She might as well have you scream at her for forgetting to do laundry and waking up late rather than seeing you barely alive like this. If this goes on for too long, you might end up in the ER. And she can care less about whatever you’re planning on doing next because clearly, you’re not emotionally stable enough to make your own decisions right now.
You look down. “About what?”
“About the fact that Seo Changbin likes you too.” She says softly. “Only a dumbass can’t see that he’s completely head over heels for you.”
You chuckle dryly. “He’s not, he probably hates me.”
“He never hated you, he never hates you, and he will never hate you.” Yeji sighs as you snuggle closer to her chest. “Why would you think that Changbin hates you?”
Your eyes widen in terror as the night before when he left replays in your head over and over again. The more you think about it, the more you wanna kick yourself for not controlling our own feelings. Three words and your best friend’s gone. He was right, you guys could never, you weren’t thinking straight. Even down to that moment, Changbin put you before him and treated you with nothing but respect. “Because I ruined our friendship. Things are never gonna be the same again. I shouldn’t have fallen for him, I’m so stupid.” You let out an audible groan and bury your face into your palms.
Yeji peels your hands away and forces you to look at her. “I don’t see why falling for Seo Changbin is considered stupid. You see things in him that no one else does, and you even had the courage to confess how you truly feel, even when it’s because of a bottle of Henny. Not everyone can accept that because people are cowards when it comes to commitment and their own feelings.” She keeps looking you dead in the eye as if she’s testing you. “Look, even if Changbin doesn’t feel the same way. He can never hate you.”
“And why should I believe you?”
Your roommate laughs in disbelief, shaking your shoulder forcefully. “Are you blind? Do you even hear yourself right now? Haven’t you seen the way that he looks at you, eyes sparkling like puppies and all? If that’s not love, then I don’t know what is. Even if it’s not the love that you wanted him to return, he still loves you as a friend. He just ran away because, well, he’s human too. He might need some time to himself and make up his mind.”
You stare into the distance this time, eyes empty. “True love doesn’t count if it’s not returned, don’t you agree?”
Yeji rolls her eyes at you, she looks like she’s about to personally drag your ass across the planet, straight to Italy just to make up with Changbin. “Oh-my-god, you’re impossible! Of course, it counts! So what, you’re telling me that your feelings for him after all these years would mean nothing if he doesn’t say those three words back? I know that you’re sad and angry about what happened, but I think it’s much better than bottling everything up all to yourself. You were brave for doing that, Y/N.”
Your lips stay sealed as you decide to listen to her lecture obediently like a child. “Do you think Changbin would want to see you like this? No, no one wants to see you all depressed and miserable. Do you have any idea how worried Minho is? Have you checked the notifications on your phone? It’s not like you can’t move on with life without Changbin, you can and you will if that’s what you have to do.”
“So..?”
“Are you gonna step up and get your life back again or what?”
You groan internally, because gosh, you hate it whenever she’s right.
twelve.
From then on, Changbin’s like a phantom in your life, not because he’s constantly popping out of nowhere to scare the living daylight out of you, but because he’s constantly on your mind. Everything feels a little bit emptier without him. You don’t have to worry about having cilantro in your daily meals because he’s not there to complain about it. And there’s no longer a random cup of chai tea in the fridge on Sunday mornings because he can’t buy you one anymore.
But at the same time, everything reminds you of him. Like how his pairs of designer shoes aren’t laying around at your front door, how his favorite hoodies aren’t being forgotten at your place intentionally, and how the Stitch stuffed animal he gave you last year still reeks off his significant scent. Everything gives you a hard time to finally let him go, but ultimately, you know that you’ll pull through. And you did.
You move on with a college degree waiting for you at the end of this dark, bumpy road. Changbin, on the other hand, you can’t say much because his SoundCloud account is currently empty. He deleted every single song, every mixtape, every demo possible as if he’s trying to wipe his existence out of your life completely. Which makes it more difficult for you to muster up some courage and reach out to him again.
It’s almost a year, and you wish he could have just given you a sign about whether he’s fine with being friends or not. But as always, leaving notes is definitely not his department. The thing is, you feel like you both didn’t just grow apart. You also grew up.
“Y/N, did you ask me to go to the movies just because you didn’t feel like studying for finals?” Jaemin nudges you with his elbow and you smack his arms in return. Okay, technically you did grow up but old habits die hard, and you’re still procrastinating. Nothing new, but the occasional non-dates with Jaemin somehow helped with the aching part in your heart. You can’t say that he’s your new best friend because gosh, no one could ever replace Changbin. But ever since you found out that you guys go to the same college, you kept running into him on campus. Hence, hanging out with him is practically unavoidable.
You laugh, letting him swing an arm around your shoulders. “Nope, it’s because I love hanging out with you.”
“Does that naturally imply as you love me?” He grins coyly before approaching your car at the very end of the parking lot. You’ve talked about this before. ‘Love’ is an overstatement for the love that you have for Jaemin. Of course, you love him, just not in a romantic way and he accepts that. Although he does sometimes pull you in as a stunt just to get a discount for buying a couples’ combo. You let him, only because you’re both broke college students who are dreading your own student’s loans.
“Sure, I just love you so much I can’t even bring myself to say it without doing this.” You slowly feed his ego and your right hand quickly grabs the right side of his ears, dragging him into the driver’s seat of your car. Jaemin stops wincing once you let him go, pouting when you enter through the back door. “Serves you right.” You scoff, throwing him the key to start the engine.
He rubs his now swollen, red ear in pain, whining out loud like a kid that’s not allowed to buy popcorn when their parents bring them to the movie theatre. “This is domestic violence, I’m suing.” He complains but still hits the gas and starts backing out of the overpacked parking lot. People go wild during the weekends. That’s why you’re letting him drive because you suck.
You smile satisfactorily. “Ah, enslaved child labor at its finest.” If looks could kill, Minho would probably find your corpse in the car, limbs spread wide open because Jaemin is occasionally tossing you dirty looks through the rear-view mirror as he finds a way to hide a body while driving towards your neighborhood.
When you get home, you politely offer Jaemin to stay for dinner but he said he’s got a date to catch up with so you just let him be. Yeji isn’t gonna be home until nine because of her shift at the café so you basically have the whole apartment to yourself until your roommate returns from work.
Exhausted from spending all day on campus and going to the movies after, you quickly get rid of your long coat and plop yourself onto the couch. You waste absolutely no time and automatically hang yourself upside down on the cushioned surface while scrolling through your feed in boredom. You like to change up your position every ten minutes so that you feel less like a potato while your blood circulation isn’t gonna get blocked anywhere.
The moment you’re about to accept a video call from Jisung, you’re interrupted with a rather strange notification. You decide to text him, saying that you’re busy with a presentation and open the email from an unknown email. The email doesn’t have any specific title and you don’t think it belongs to any of your classmates. However, there’s a file attached to it which makes you even more confused. Who’d send a random video to someone they don’t even know? What if this is some kind of trick that people use for human trafficking? Like once you tap on it, there’s an automatic tracker on your phone and soon enough, you’ll go missing.
“for_you.mp4”
It makes your heart skip a beat as realization hits you like a truck. Deep down, you know, you know who it belongs to and you’re even more terrified to watch it. But you have to, you have to watch it. With a sharp inhale, your index finger trembles until it comes in contact with your screen, opening the file.
“Is this thing on?”
You immediately burst into tears as soon as Changbin appears. You’re stupidly, foolishly crying as he awkwardly adjusts the camera angle, checking himself in the monitor and runs a hand through his hair. Changbin’s wearing that one fitted black t-shirt that he probably bought in big bulks, warm brown eyes peeking through his messy bangs. He’s never looked better to the point that you’re tongue-tied, unable to scream even when you have so many questions, so many things to say. Yet only tears come streaming down your face. You missed him dearly, and here he is finally.
“Y/N?” Changbin quirks a brow and smiles. God, you missed his smile too. “If you’re watching this video, don’t..post it on social media. It’s gonna be a real tearjerker.”
You chuckle, wiping your tears away with the sleeves of your hoodie. He didn’t change, at all. “I don’t know if you can still forgive me for what I’ve done, but I still owe you an apology. I’m sorry for running away. I’m sorry for hurting your feelings. I’m sorry for not treating you right. It’s just when you said that you loved me, it sparked so much skepticism inside my head that even I couldn’t understand what I was thinking. Next thing I know, I was out the door, straight to the airport. I was an asshole and I know that. I hope you’re taking good care of yourself right now because you did nothing wrong. In fact, there’s something that I’ve been wanting to tell you too. I can’t seem to be complete without you. You’re it. You’re my endgame.”
When Changbin takes in a deep breath, so do you. You nervously scratch onto the black nail polish that’s starting to chip off on your pinkie, waiting for him as he fiddles with his fingers. Suddenly, he looks straight into the camera and laughs. “Why are you still here? You didn’t see the notification, did you?”
What notification?
Your trains of thoughts are once again canceled when your phone buzzes. You’ve just got a notification from an app that you barely touched since Changbin left. “SpearB just posted a new track. Check it out!”
“Neverending Story ( Demo ).”
Faster than a tick of the clock, you start playing the track, fingers drumming impatiently on one of your throw pillows. “Be mine, yeah?” His raspy voice sounds ten thousand times more attractive because it’s been a while since you’ve heard it and chills run up your spine. Adrenaline is pumping through your veins, your heart hanging on the verge of exploding. The soft instrumental blends in with the piano in the background perfectly, drowning out every other sound in the entire world. But what throws you off is that Changbin starts singing. It’s the first time you’ve ever heard him sing and it’s truly breathtaking that you can do nothing more than sitting there with a hand over your mouth, letting the melody guide your mind.
“Whenever you smile, whenever you struggle
I'll always protect you
For you,
I can even go against time
Just to appear in front of you
I believe, I believe
Even if the world changes
Can you promise that we won't?”
The first verse bleeds into the pre-chorus, then the chorus itself and Changbin starts rapping, spilling the feelings that he’s been struggling with saying out for you. Every word, every sound, every note hits differently and you feel like you’re already on cloud nine, drifting off into a daze. You can fully acknowledge and feel the ignited passion that he has for you even when he’s more than five thousand miles away, on the other side of the planet. But that’s all you need honestly because what more can you ask for?
As if on cue, the song ends and there’s a knock at your door.
Heat rushes up the bridge of your nose as you wobble towards the front door, head still slightly lightheaded from the mixture of emotions. You quickly fix your hair, straightening your hoodie and your toes curl from the nervousness. The moment you twist the doorknob, Changbin backs you up against the wall, shutting the door with his feet. He stares you down intensely, making you feel extremely small in comparison. But those eyes of his are filled with nothing but adoration for you and only you. “I’m in love with you, the same way that you meant it back then. I’ve been in love with you for even God doesn’t know how long. I booked a plane ticket and wrote the song as soon as that thought clicked in me. You’re all that I need. I want you to be my one and only. And I still want you back, so what do you say?”
Your lips curl upwards softly into a smile. “You’re really outdoing yourself, aren’t you? I confessed to you when I was drunk and not only did you film a video, but you also wrote a song for me?”
“Only for you, Beastie.” Changbin chuckles and pulls you closer, sealing the gap between your lips. He’s done it, he did what he’s been wanting to for his entire life : to know what being in love actually feels like. His kiss isn’t even somewhere near as those movie stars’ that you both used to make fun of every weekend. It’s one that steeped into a passion that flickers at the very pit of your stomach, one that makes you feel like home, like he’s your safe place. Changbin’s said everything that he wanted but he kisses you as a silent promise that he will do stupid things just to be with you, to have you right by his side for the rest of his life.
He’s the first to pull away, resting his forehead against yours as you both exchange shallow breaths. Smiling at you, Changbin can’t help himself but peppers small kisses all over your face from your forehead to the tip of your nose.
Life likes to toss you around and fuck you up sometimes but somehow, magically it always puts everything back in its place. The amount of tears that you’ve shed feels like payment for what you’re holding in your arms right now but there’s nothing that you won’t do to be here, in his embrace. Technically, Changbin didn’t have to say those three words back and he only did because he could, not because he needed to.
Even if he’s five thousand miles away, no one else is closer to your heart than he is. He loves you with all of the madness in his soul.
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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.11
Coran kissed Lance on the cheek as they parted. The man was like an uncle to him, feeling more like family than a man going through the motions of his job. The transfusion had left feeling on top of his game, ego fed as much as his body from the fresh blood. Coran said to expect a level of vampire douchieness as a side effect, though he hadn’t quite phrased it that way. Lance’s senses were sharper than ever, he could hear the servos of the elevator all the way in the back off the bookshop, despite the heavy traffic on the street outside, where they were now
“Now, my boy. Let me know if you suffer any other symptoms and I’ll pop right out to see you”
“I’m fine, you’re fussing far too much”
“You had a scare my boy. I’ll review your results and we can discuss them when you return in three weeks. If you have any more issues with hunters, please don’t hesitate to call us. You’re not alone out there”
“With these guns, I think I can kiss my hunter issues goodbye”
Flexing his arms, his muscle mass was pathetic, not much of anything happening. His ego was running rampart, no wonder Coran looked so concerned for him
“Lance”
“I know. Rest the arm. Keep the ego in check. We both know I’m going to be embarrassed as hell once everything settles down again”
“All is forgiven, as long as you stay safe. Allura’s already packed your blood packs for you, and I’d recommend disposing of the ones left at home. You might hit a low tonight, thanks to the transfusion, make sure you take it easy. Lots of rest, no tussles with hunters”
Coran wasn’t going to push on the hunter thing, if Lance had helped a hunter, he’d more than earned the right to be left alone by them
“Thanks, Coran. I really owe you for this”
“Nonsense, we’ve already charged you”
Lance laughed far too hard. He was being such an arsehole right now that apparently everything was both beneath him and funny
“Sorry. Sorry... that’s just too funny”
“Remember that when you check your account later. Take care, my boy”
Lance should have gone straight home. He should have kept his ego in check. He shouldn’t have been left unsupervised inside the hardware store... He brought himself a new coffee table, which was a win, but with the new coffee table came there compulsion to repaint the ceiling, he was there, it’d be stupid not to pick the paint up for the job... and the paint rollers... and the drop tarp... and those roses for the back garden... and the fertiliser... then he found the cutest set of window pots that came in three different colours, and naturally he had to buy the three different sets in each colour... and then a rug to match. His poor bank card suffered for his vampire ego.
Stopping to fuel up at the Balmeria, Shay was giggling like crazy as Lance talked her ear off. Hunk hadn’t manned up, but they were going on a date on the weekend, up to Platt to see a movie followed by dinner. Lance gushed a million miles an hour over how sweet it was, Shay waving him off for being the idiot he was.
Regret came. Big fat fugly regret came as Lance pulled into his drive. Coran had said he’d experience a low, and damn if it didn’t happen all at once. Limping his bronco up his drive, Lance cursed himself. He was an idiot. Oh, god... not only with Coran, but at the hardware store and then with Shay... Maybe he buried himself in his death soil, it’d be best for everyone if he didn’t come out... No one would expect the previous owner of his house to have buried himself outside by the roses... It might be a bit of a nasty shock when they renovated the garden... God... his mouth hadn’t stopped... He shouldn’t be allowed out in public again...
Parking in front of his house, Lance eyed his front door. His feelings akin to when you had to drag a kid out of a birthday party and they didn’t want to go. He wanted to stay in his car... maybe forever... But no. He couldn’t. Shiro was opening the front door before he had chance to turn the key. Fuck... now Shiro was walking towards... and fuck... now he was at the window... and now he was opening the door
“Lance...”
“Mhmm?”
“You going to come inside?”
“Do I have to?”
Shiro raised an eyebrow at him, crossing his arms as he did
“I think you have some explaining to do”
“Sorry?”
“You should be. I was worried you’d died in a ditch somewhere”
“I’m already dead”
“You know what I mean. What happened to being back by morning?”
Lance sighed
“Keith didn’t check my phone messages?”
“He did. That doesn’t explain why you were out all day, and why your cars loaded up with enough stuff to start your own store”
“I may have gotten a tad enthusiastic... but on the plus side, I’m not that enthusiastic anymore”
“Nice to feel appreciated. We should get you inside, so much time in the sun can’t be good for you”
“Actually, I’m supposed to spend the next few hours sleeping... I suppose that’s not going to happen. I feel like Keith isn’t going to take too kindly to my return”
“He may have been going to shoot your tires out, then remembered he can’t handle the sun anymore”
Lance mentally rolled his eyes. Keith could go sunbake naked in the sun for the whole damn day and he wouldn’t be turned to ash... He might be a bit burnt around the edges, but he wouldn’t be all crispy
“Thanks for thinking of my car. Fine, lead me forth to my doom... but first, let me grab my blood out the back”
*
Sitting on his sofa, Keith was oiling his blade, like the lord of the damn house. Shuffling into the room, behind Shiro, Lance tried to make himself seem as small as possible. Keith with a blade was no safer than Keith with a gun
“You!”
Jumping to his feet, Keith pointed his blade at him
“Hold on, Keith. You promised not to stab him until we’d talked”
“That bloodsucker’s been loose all day! How many innocents did you kill today?”
“I don’t know. How many brain cells did you kill styling that mullet today?”
“That’s it! I’m going to kill you! Fight me!”
“That’s enough you too. Keith, sit. Lance, you sit too”
Keith narrowed his eyes, sinking back down on the sofa with a firm grip on his blade
“My eyes are on you”
“Aw, babe. I’m flattered, but I don’t date”
“Shiro, let me kill him”
Keith turned red, Lance could almost see the steam coming out his ears. As Shiro sat on the sofa beside Keith, Lance dropped himself down in his recliner, happy that he’d found his way under Keith’s skin. Putting on an exceptionally convincing “dad” voice, Shiro started
“Now, we’re all going to have a talk about what’s been happening here. Keith, you’ve said you felt yourself going through some changes. Lance has agreed to supply you with answers. Lance, I let you go all day, instead of the agreed upon time limit. I think for a starters you should explain where you spent the day”
“I told you. I had to go see someone about the fact I wasn’t getting better”
“You said you’d be back by morning”
“And at the time, I thought I would be. I left you a message”
“Did you get answers?”
Lance shrugged
“I got my oil changed”
“Give is a straight answer!”
“Fine. I spent twelve hours having the blood in body drained and replaced thanks to the fact your dirty arse blood made me sick”
“You drank my blood, you sick fuck?!”
“You should be thanking me. You poisoned yourself. No one goes around injecting mercury into their blood stream. You nearly killed yourself. You should thank your brother. I only helped you for his sake”
“You fucking turned me!”
Lance was done having this fight. Leaning forward he opened up the esky Allura had packed for him. Pulling out a bag of blood, he placed one on his lap, and threw a second to Keith. With slow and deliberate movements, Lance twisted the cap off the pack, sipping deeply. Keith wrinkled his nose up in disgust, Lance pulling back, letting out a sigh as he dropped back in the recliner
“Fresh blood. Picked up today. You should be feeling hungry by now, why don’t you go ahead and take a sip”
“I’m not like you! I don’t...”
Shiro patted Keith’s knee
“Keith, I don’t blame you and I’m not judging you. This doesn’t make you any less my brother. You should try the blood, it’s sealed, and it might help you”
“But...”
“Keith, it’s okay. Just try it”
Keith was shaking as he twisted open the cap on the bag, Shiro kept his hand on his brother’s leg as Keith hesitantly rose the nub to his lips. Taking a shallow sip, Keith immediately spat the blood out, coughing as he tried to wipe it off his lips
“What the fuck?!”
“I told you, you’re human. I thought the smell alone would clue you in”
Keith wasn’t having it, bellowing
“You gave me bad blood! Is this a fucking joke to you!?”
“You’re not a fucking vampire!”
“Bullshit! My body’s changing! I can feel it!”
“Because you’re a hypochondriac!”
“You gave me bad blood, and you know it! Ugh! It tastes revolting...”
Shiro babied his brother
“Why don’t you brush your teeth? Get that taste out of your mouth?”
“I swallowed it”
“Brush your teeth, then have something to drink”
“No. No, I’m going to do this. Give me the pack you’re drinking from”
Lance blinked at Keith. He wanted... Oh, Lord above
“If you don’t like that one, you’re not going to like this one”
“Give me the blood!”
“You’re not going to like it...”
“Stop fucking with me!”
Keith was such a little anger loaf. It made Lance actually want to mess with him
“I don’t know. It’s got my saliva on the nub, wouldn’t that be like an indirect kiss?”
Keith went red all over again
“Give it to me!”
“Let me rub the cooties off first. Maybe we could go sleep in my death dirt together? Take a little dirt nap! Get it, a dirt nap! With a dead body... I crack myself up”
Keith wasn’t amused. Lance picked the discarded blood pack off the ground, happy to sip on it as Keith raised the blood pack he’d had to his mouth. His reaction was funnier the second time around. His whole body shuddered, nose wrinkled, eyes doing that thing like when you suck on something sour
“Keith, how does that taste? Any better?”
“No! He’s still messing with us!”
“I’m not messing with you! You’re not a vampire. I didn’t bleed in your mouth. You sure as fuck haven’t turned, and if you had, you would have sucked that pack dry!”
Keith’s anger turned to tears, Lance felt a genuine prang if sympathy for him. He really was dumb enough to believe his body was changing
“Shiro... I’m changing, you have to believe me”
Shiro moved to wrap his arms around Keith
“I believe you. Maybe this was too much at once... I’ll go to Platt first thing tomorrow morning. I promise we’ll work this out. Lance, you should go”
“Go... but this is my house”
“Right now I’m so angry at you I could kill you myself. Get out of my face before I do something I regret”
Shiro was angry at him!? He didn’t get to be angry at him! He hadn’t spent hours as a human fountain for fun!
“Fine!”
Stashing his blood away, Lance stormed through his house and out to the garden. Fuck Shiro and Fuck Keith. Fuck both of them together. Grabbing his shovel from beside the wall, Lance’s anger manifested as he dug too deep into his death soil. Climbing in the hole with his shovel, he pulled the dirt over himself, making sure he was nicely covered, the mound topped with a stray dandelion that could kindly go fuck itself too. Why was it he was burdened with the two stupidest humans alive?! Any why did his dumbarse have to bury himself in his own backyard for a little bit of peace. Well fuck them. He could outlast the best of them. If they wanted him, they’d have to come bury him up, but the joke was on them, he had the only shovel he owned poking into his side. People bloody sucked.
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In Who’s World Is This Normal? The Fenton’s That’s Who - Phic Phight
Prompt Creator: @trainernick
Prompt: Meet Danielle - Danny decides after D-Stabilized that Dani needs a home, and his is the right fit. He just has to convince his parents.
Summary: A brand new Fenton appears
Warning: mentions of clone death.
“Alright, you wait right here, ok?”
“Sure Danny”
Danny pushes open his front door, “hey mom! Hey dad! What you up to?”
“Just finishing up supper sweetie! Your father’s finishing up some changes to ghost gabber, again”, Danny can’t help but snicker and shake his head. Walking into the kitchen he eyes his parents a little nervously but knowing that what he has to say needs to be said. He won’t risk losing her again because of nerves.
“Hey, Uh. I know you guys are doing your thing right now but, there’s something I kind of need to talk about. Preferably now”, Maddie near instantly drops what she’s doing and spins around to face him. Worried at first but relaxes when she sees that while he’s clearly fiddling with his hands, he also has on a lose warm smile. Jack is only a beat or two behind his wife, nearly shoving the invention off the table. Danny’s always glad for the reminders that family comes before hunting to them, there’s no way he’d be doing this if family didn’t come first.
“What is it sweetie?”, Maddie won’t lie and says she’s not ecstatic at her closed off son actively wanting to share something with them.
“Is it a whole bucket of fudge kind of thing, or just a fudgesicle?”, Danny can’t help but snicker at that too, effectively loosening him up a bit.
“Try three buckets, dad. But the kind eaten with a, probably confused, smile. It’s nothing bad, just weird”, Danny almost laughs when his dad actually gets a bucket of fudge.
While his mom sits down with a sigh, “well, sweetie. I’m not sure I’d expect it to be anything but weird. I’ve heard nearly everyone in Amity refer to you and your friends as the “weirdo trio”, including the three of you. Weirds not bad though”.
“Of course it’s not mom. But I’m definitely the weirdest person in Amity, even if Tuck constantly gives me a run for my money. Sometimes literally”, Danny sits down and shuffles a bit. Hands clasped and in his lap, “anyway, there’s someone I want you to meet and before you ask, no we’re not dating or anything and that would be really gross if we did. For a lot of reasons, which I’ll get to. But more importantly, I’d like her to come live here, with us”.
Maddie looks rather frazzled as Jack speaks up, “oh yeah this is at least one bucket of fudge already. Who is she and why would she need to come here?”
Maddie finds her voice at this, “oh god, does she not have anywhere to go? Sweetie, we’d be glad to let a friend stay if that’s what you’re asking”.
Danny smiles awkwardly and rubs his hands together, “friend’s not really the right word and she’s never really had a home, at all”. Maddie looks utterly crushed to hear this but Danny continues, “this is where it starts getting kind of weird though. Her name is Danielle or Dani, with an I, for short”.
Jack can’t help but laugh good maturely at that, “her names nearly the same as yours Danny-boy! That has to be confusing”. Danny nods and laughs a little, “Oh it is, especially when someone is trying to get one of us’s attention. It’s a good thing she’s got a good sense of humour otherwise all of Tucker’s nicknames would probably offend her”. Danny shakes his head remembering that time Tucker called her “gooey Dani”, even he thought that was mean and he makes jokes at the expense of his own half death.
Being more serious he looks straight at his mom, “with what I’m asking, I’m not seeing it as a for the moment kind of situation. But rather permanently, to be part of the family”. Maddie’s eyebrows raise as far as they can go and Jack shovels ice cream in his mouth.
“But...but what about her parents? Oh god Danny, what happened to her?”, Maddie looks downright horrified now and Danny grimaces. Which doesn’t make Maddie feel any better. Even Jack has slowly put his spoon down, sensing that this is not a good time to be eating anymore.
“What happened is, yes, why I want her to come live here. With us. And this is where it gets really weird, the bad kind. As far as parents, she doesn’t really have them in the traditional sense”, Danny can’t help but look a little bit angry and Jack instantly hates what or whoever could make his kind-hearted son angry at just a thought.
“to put it frankly, her technical father, who will not be called such because he’s a piece of shit, tried to melt her down. Simply put, he almost murdered her three days ago”. Maddie brings her hand up to her mouth, a bit teary-eyed, while Jack clenches his fists and stares down at the table.
“Son, that is absolutely evil. Please tell me the cops have this man”, neither of the two are happy when Danny sighs and shakes his head. Maddie’s about to speak up as he shakes his head at her.
“The cops don’t know at all, about anything and they can’t. Legally, Dani doesn’t exist. I said he was her technical father for a reason. She was created, in a lab, by a mad man. Along with four others, all of whom are dead. Melted down, because they weren’t “successful”. Their genetics weren’t stable”. Danny sighs and shuffles, “Dani herself is only stable because I figured out how to fix her before she fully de-stabilised. Which you guys actually helped with, unknowingly but still, so thanks for that. Technically, the right word for her is “clone” but she doesn’t exactly like that and neither do I”.
Maddie nods, feeling a bit numb, “you-you’re right, Danny, sweetie. This is weird. I can’t even imagine cloning someone and I swear we-we will not call her that. I’m glad you were able to help her, you really always are good to a fault”, Danny doesn’t even have to wait for Jack to make his opinion known as he almost aggressively nods his head repeatedly. “Son, this seems mostly like the bad kind of weird”.
Danny rubs his neck awkwardly, “yeah for only being around for half a year or so, her life hasn’t been the greatest. She’s mentally and physically around 12 though”.
“Well that’s changing right now!”, Danny almost jumps from his dad’s unflinching resolute tone. Maddie nods rather sadly, “yes, of course. She really is welcome to stay, unusual “birth” or not. We’ll have to see how she fits in though, Danny. We Fenton’s are rather strange”.
Danny smirks and chuckles, “oh I don’t think we’ll have to worry about that. This might make more sense if I just bring her in. You guys ok with that?”. At both his parents nods he gets up and walks to the door, as they stand and busy themselves with trying to look happy and welcoming.
Sticking his head out the door, “hey you. So this has been an interesting reminder in how weird and kind of screwed up both our lives are, to more normal people”, Danny smirks as Dani giggles into her hand.
“You’re such a mess, cuz”
Danny rolls his eyes at her but smiles goofily, “just remember, no ghost shit for now, they don’t know about that quite yet”. Dani slugs him in the arm as she smirks, before hopping out and goes to walk in the door; Danny in front of her.
Danny barely suppresses as laugh and Dani fails at doing that completely, as Jack and Maddie look back and forth between the two of them rapidly.
“Danny-boy!? She looks-she looks just like you?!”, Danny nods as he rubs his neck a little. “Yeah, this is sort of the weirdest part of the giant circle of weird”.
Danny doesn’t get to finish as Dani speaks up, with a goofy grin on her face, “yup! Genetically, he’s my daddy!”.
Danny’s face goes beat red, facepalming as he mutters into his hand, “what happened to calling me cuz?”
“Right now daddy is funnier. And it is technically more accurate”, Danny clearly sees her fingergun at him through his fingers.
He can’t help but smile and laugh, smirking at her, “you’re awful”.
“If I'm awful, then so are you”
“Have you heard my puns? Me being awful is well established”
“Well, I think they’re spooktacular. In that awful I want to beat a rubber chicken up to hear it scream, kind of way”, Danny snorts loudly at this.
Jack and Maddie watch the conversation still rather stunned, Maddie’s the first to find her voice, “wow, you really are cut from the same cloth. I, um, it’s nice to meet you”. Jack’s eyes go wide with a realisation and he claps his hands excitedly together, “this means you already are a Fenton! Danny-boy was right! There can’t be anything to worry about if you’ve got Fenton in you!”
Danny smiles and smirks at Dani, “told you”. Dani just sticks her tongue at him and runs into the kitchen, waving at Jack and Maddie as she goes.
“In case it isn’t obvious, her social skills aren’t the greatest”, Danny shrugs just as Dani shouts out from the kitchen, “got any pancakes! I could literally eat my whole arm! I haven’t eaten all day!”.
Jack and Maddie both notice how Danny looks instantly worried and heads into the kitchen, “you could have said something you know? I would have bought you something”.
“I don’t want you spending your little money on me. You need it”, Danny rolls his eyes at her as he serves her some of the, now slightly burnt, supper soup. Dani doesn’t seem to care that it’s not fluffy batter circles, as she stuffs her face.
Watching Danny doting on her, Maddie leans over and whispers to her husband, “I think Danny might really see her as his child, at least subconsciously anyway”. Jack nods and smiles warmly, “I’m certain you’re right, Mads. And this is certainly the most Fenton way to find out you have a granddaughter”.
Any remaining tension is obliterated when Dani bumps the ghost gabber as she asks for more soup. And, “my tiny fearsome body demands more soup! Fear me!”, is blurted out of the little machine. Everyone but Dani bursts out laughing, as Dani pokes incredulously at the machine.
End.
#phic phight#phic phight 19#Danny Phantom#phandom#fanfic#phanphic#mentions of clone death#danny fenton#jack fenton#Maddie Fenton#dani phantom#phantomphangphucker#have a fic suck my dick#team human
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Facing Realities
Isaiah Jesus x Chadda Samra (oc)
Chadda, Finn and Isaiah have been best friends for as long as they can remember. However, after years of joking around and family expectations, a relationship forms between them that doesn’t sit well with every party in their little group of friends and family.
a/n: instead of a multi-chapter fic I’m just going to post a bunch of headcanons and short fics like this for these two. They’re all going to be interconnected but probably not chronological. You can find any content related to these to in the isaiah jesus x chadda samra tag.
In this fic: Chadda faces some trouble at school and Isaiah helps her through it.
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Chadda never really knew what it meant to be a person of colour in a white world. She’d grown up with a Shelby at her side, so no one ever bothered her or her family about where they’d come from or the colour of their skin. No one even tried, too afraid of what the city’s worst family would do to them if they did. She thought she was safe with Finn, safe with the Shelby family with her; it’s what her mother had always told her. It was really the only reason, she suspected, that her mother even let her be friends with him. For a long time, she was safe.
Chadda learned what it meant to be a person of colour in a white world. She grew older, started noticing the looks she received, heard the quiet comments people made, and realized why her parents’ businesses weren’t making as much money as all of the rest, even though their services were as good as any other in the city. But it wasn’t until the girls at her school realized her Peaky boys had no authority on their grounds did Chadda realize how they really felt towards her. Though they were never violent at school, Chadda learned that girls fought better with their words, something she wasn’t used to considering who her friends were. She was used to witnessing fist fights.
She’d just been lounging against a tree when she noticed the sun’s disappearance. It was replaced by the shadows of two girls. They said nothing at first, but then when she looked up and tried to stand, she was quickly pushed right back down. That was the first shock, because the girls who liked to bother her had never laid a hand on her, they’d made a point years ago saying that they didn’t want to contract any foreign germs she had. These girls didn’t seem to care.
“You’re not meant to be here, Sam,” one of the girls said, spitting out her name as if was poison in her mouth. “You should be inside, you’re burnt as it is, aren’t you?” The girls weren’t even in her class (they were two years younger) but the fact that they knew her was no surprise. There were only a handful of people who looked like her in all of Birmingham. She just watched as the girls laughed, thinking their joke was funny. The second girl looked down at her, and before Chadda could react, the book in her hands was swiped. She still did not stand though, knowing that anything she did to stand up for herself could be turned into a strike against her.
She said nothing, which only seemed to provoke some more laughter from the duo. Chadda resisted the urge to cringe. That sound was directed at her much too often, and she was beginning to hate it. The girls continued to speak, poking fun and pointing fingers, making fun of everything from her darker features to her unfashionably long hair, things she had no control over, be it because of biology or her cultural expectations, things these girls would never understand themselves. But she stayed seated. Stayed calm. Her mother had warned her about engaging, and she would rather take the insults than bare the truth of what her mother had warned her about. That anything she did to these girls would result in a punishment much worse than they could ever imagine. It was almost ten minutes later when the girls seemed to lighten up, getting bored of having no reaction, and Chadda smirked to herself when she realized she hadn’t given them the satisfaction of getting one.
“Whatever, just stay outside where you can get as dark as a nig—”
“Shut up!”
Her eyes widened. She hadn’t thought before she opened her mouth. She was supposed to stay quiet, give them no reason to go running to one of the teachers. But the word they were about to use set her off, and she couldn’t help it. She could only watch their expressions change from surprise to anger, and before Chadda realized what was happening, she felt a sharp pain just above her brow, the sharp corner of her stolen book breaking skin. Slowly, she brought her hand up to her forehead, taking in a shaky breath when she felt something wet sliding down the side of her face. She’d been in fights before but never had she been attacked so directly, every fight she’d ever been in was just because of association. Never in her life had she had something thrown at her for just speaking. Too shocked by it, she didn’t notice the girls running off, only noticed the looks she was receiving from the people around who saw what had just happened.
“Sam, you alright?”
She didn’t bother looking towards whoever called to her, just stood silently, holding back tears as she made her way off the school grounds, not even bothering to tell anyone she was leaving.
Sam made her way home first, but skipped her own front door when she got to it. What would her mother say if she walked in now? She’d probably just get angry with her for leaving school early and would send her right back. Instead, she walked further up the street, right to the betting shop. Without waiting for the crowd of men to move, she pushed through, ignoring their shouts of protest as she entered and ignored the questioning looks she received from the girls who sat around at their desks. Not bothering to explain to anyone who watched her, she ran straight up the stairs.
It was only when she shut the door to Finn’s bedroom did she finally let herself cry. Chadda usually never cried. She refused to cry. She was stronger than that. Her parents raised her to be stronger than that. Sliding down the closed door, she drew her knees up to her chest and just stared down at the book she still had clutched in her hands.
“Sam?”
She ignored it.
“Sam, open the door.”
“I’m changing my clothes.”
“You’re sitting on the floor. I can see under the door.”
“Just leave me—”
“I’m not letting Finn come home to find you crying alone in his room, so open the fucking door, Chadda.”
Slowly, she stood, taking a deep breath that did nothing to calm her. It seemed that she’d held in everything for so long that the moment she started crying she just couldn’t seem to stop. Even when she opened the door, the tears still flowed and Isaiah didn’t wait a second before pulling her into his arms. There was still the cut on her forehead, her cheeks were all wet, and she was ruining his shirt, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
“Do you wanna sit down?” He spoke softly. She’d never heard him sound like that before and it only made her cry harder. “Okay, we’re sitting down, c’mon.”
She must have looked stupid. She felt stupid. Especially since it was Isaiah’s shoulder she was bawling her eyes out into. She wasn’t the only one who was on the receiving end of comments like those, and Isaiah had it much worse than her. Whenever he wasn’t with the other boys he was constantly being the victim to racial attacks and provocation. She bet he never sat in his best friend’s room crying about it. She felt Isaiah’s hand rubbing up and down her back, felt his other cupping the back of her head, and when she finally took a deep breath to help calm herself down, she realized she was sitting on his lap. But she didn’t feel the need to move.
“Will you tell me what happened now? You have everyone worrying downstairs.”
Chadda hummed, sniffling as she straightened enough to look at him.
“You’re bleeding.”
“I know,” she whispered. Her voice was so quiet, barely loud enough for herself to hear. “They threw the book at me.” It had fallen on the floor at some point, and Chadda sniffed again when Isaiah leaned down to pick it up. He flipped it in his hand, a frown forming on his face and Chadda couldn’t figure out why she felt the need to cheer him up instead.
“Who? And why?”
“Why does it matter? Planning to jump a couple of seventeen year old girls?” Despite her wet cheeks and bleeding forehead, she offered a weak smile. However, all it caused was a deeper frown on Isaiah’s face.
“This isn’t funny, Sam.”
“They said things.”
“What things?”
She could feel her eyes pricking again and without really thinking she started playing with his tie to distract herself, trying to keep herself from crying again. The last thing she wanted to do was cry.
“Said I shouldn’t be out in the sun, they, uhm, said my skin was dark enough and if I didn’t go back inside I would start,” she took a deep breath, “start looking like a—” She didn’t want to say it, couldn’t say it. But by the look on Isaiah’s face, Chadda knew he understood. He nodded, and his eyes moved to where his hand was still clutching the book.
“I’m sorry.”
Chadda shook her head, and she was quick to tilt his chin up to look at her. “You have nothing to be sorry for, those girls don’t know anything.”
“They hate people like me, not you, if it wasn’t for—”
“No.” Isaiah stared at her, and Chadda didn’t take her eyes off of him. “This is not your fault. It’s just them, all of them.”
“They hurt you,” he whispered, and Chadda couldn’t help but close her eyes when his thumb ran over the cut. “It shouldn’t have happened.” Her eyes were still closed when he pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbed at her forehead. “Especially not to you.” If they weren’t sitting so close she wouldn’t have heard him say it. “There is nothing wrong with you. Nothing. The only people who care about the colour of your skin don’t really matter at all. You’re still smarter than all of them combined, funnier too, and no matter what you’re the most beautiful person in any room. So, whatever they say is completely irrelevant since they can never compare.”
When she opened her eyes he was staring so intently at her, his hand frozen where it stayed pressed against her. It was only a minute that they sat like that but it was enough time for Chadda to remember where they were. She cleared her throat, and it was enough to snap Isaiah out of whatever he was thinking of doing. They were on Finn’s bed, dealing with something far too serious for this to be happening at all. She moved his hands as she stood, but she watched as he slowly took hold of one of hers and squeezed it. She smiled, for real this time, and Isaiah smiled back.
“Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
It was that moment the door swung open, and their hands dropped instantly. Finn said nothing before pulling Chadda into his arms, not needing any reason other than the knowledge that she had been crying. She heard Isaiah stand up, and when she peeked an eye open he only smiled and offered a nod before slipping out of the door.
“Are you okay?” Chadda nodded, looking up at Finn with a small smile. “Are you sure? I was told you—”
“I’m fine, Finn, really,” she assured him, “just need some patching up and I’ll be back to the Sam you know and love.”
“Okay, good.” He leaned down and pecked her lips. “Okay, let's go find you a bandage for your head.”
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so how was your trip? I hope it went better than you were expecting
It did go better than I expected, actually! And thank you for providing me a springboard to hop off on, because I sort of wanted to organize my thoughts on the whole trip to reflect on everything.
(This got kind of long, oops, my b)
So, in case anyone else skims this, I haven’t been back to my home town in something like seven or eight years. I ran off to the Air Force right before Thanksgiving of ‘09, there was a brief visit the summer of ‘10, and I can’t recall when exactly, but the then-boyfriend and I made another brief visit six-ish months after that. I’d left on shaky terms with my aunt and uncle but stayed away because I have a, haha, all-around bad relationship with my mom. (The visit then-bf and I did left me with bruises on my arm, not because she hit me but because she wouldn’t let go.)
I was… nervous. Anxious as hell is probably a more accurate description, haha. But 95% of that anxiety was totally unfounded! I had a lovely time catching up with all my SoCal family (we’re Irish American, so I’ve got clusters of not-as-close relations spanning the entire country). The aunt and uncle who took me in my senior year of high school were an honest joy to catch up with, and it was really nice catching up with the other aunt and uncle out there too. Plus I got to hang out with all but one of my cousins, and she’s getting married next summer so I’ve got the best excuse in the world to catch up with everyone all over again in my favorite part of California!
The best catching up was with two of my cousins, the one nearest my age and the youngest. I’d fallen out of touch with the nearest-in-age years back (we’re both equally crap at it, haha), but the three of us had dinner together twice and she and I fell right back into laughing ourselves stupid over everything like we’d only seen each other a few weeks back. And my youngest cousin is just as big a nerd as I am, so we spent like, hours, talking about writing and her RP stuff and world-building and dumb Tumblr jokes. It was great. :D Youngest cousin’s best friend since, like, kindergarten tried to go into the Air Force as well, but Basic uhhh, basically broke her from the knees down. So she got out before she really got in, but she’s doing really good and seems really happy even with the physio she still has to do. We laughed over all the bizarre/awful shit of Basic and did compare/contrasts of what it was like for when I went through versus her while the family stood back a few feet with vaguely concerned expressions. (Me: We had messenger bags when I went through, you? Her: Regular backpacks. Me: Oh okay, I heard trainees were hand-carrying stuff for awhile since the rumor mill said a trainee hung themselves with the bag strap. Her: Holy shit, yeah, I can see that. Everyone else: nervouslaughter.jpeg) She got a kitten while I was there and he is the sweetest boy and she’s gonna be such a good cat mom. :)
It was also wonderful to just drive around my home town and see what’s changed and what’s remained the same. Thanks to the absurd existence of the Santa Clarita Diet I’ve blabbed that’s where I’m from on here on several occasions, and it’s uncanny just how specific the natural light of SoCal is compared to other places I’ve lived. Also I did a walk-by of Yoki’s apartment from S1 because it’s an apartment I used to walk by all the time on my way to high school, and I was right! They did edit the front to look shittier! There’s still well-trimmed bushes and cherry trees and a nice fence like I remember!! Also, the couple jokes about how shitty Newhall is are much funnier now that I’ve seen the amount of gentrification they’re sinking into the downtown area. I mean, yeah, my street is just as ugly and old and not a place you’d want to walk ‘round at night as it was when I lived there, but downtown? Is adorable, what the hell.
AND MOUNTAINS. YOU GUYS. I missed mountains so goddamn much. I haven’t lived anywhere with mountains since ‘11 and I legit started crying on my drive back from the beach (the Pacific is so much more alive than the Atlantic, ah it was gorgeous!!!!) because there was a 40-mile stretch of farmlands and orange groves cradled in all these burnt-brown mountains. And even though my home town is in a valley it’s still full of all these steep hills and crazily curving roads and I really just enjoyed driving around grinning like a loon. I’ve got to get back on the West coast one day, oof.
I mean, it wasn’t all perfect of course. There was a strong undercurrent of worry for one of my uncles and their oldest son for personal stuff I’m not gonna splash out here. I was tempted to go track down a friend from high school who lived just up the street from the shitty apartment I grew up in, but I knew it would have been an awkward mess and I just… didn’t want to force that on her or her parents by surprise. And even though I’d flown out with the full intention of not seeing my mom, I did end up doing lunch with her one day. I literally only agreed to that because when I told one of my aunts that, she braced herself against the kitchen counter and said, “Fuck, you’re gonna leave me with that?” And like, yeah, 100% guilt trip, but also 100% a justified reaction.
And speaking of her, it was so gratifying to have the (awkward, kind of embarrassing) conversations about my mom with all the other family members. They’ve only had her side of things for years and she is very, very good at playing the victim. I laid out my side of things and every single member of my family was like, “Oh, okay, yeah, you did yourself a solid.” One of my cousins straight up said I was the smartest one of us for getting out of the worst situation any of us grew up in on my own steam. And it was gratifying yeah, but also kind of astonishing, to have this conversation with so many different people who have all kinds of different familial relationships with her, expecting that I’d have to die on the hill of “I literally don’t have the energy and I live 2,600 miles away from her,” but that… didn’t happen. Everyone agreed. Everyone had their own negative but justified opinions of her. Everyone felt like they had to deal with her instead of just have her around as part of the greater SoCal family.
So, yeah. The lunch was rough, but it would have been so much worse if my aunt and uncle hadn’t agreed to come with. Yeah, she sent me 50 texts after that lunch with only a handful of grudging (necessary) replies from me. But I got through it, I got the one box of stuff left of pre-military stuff in her storage (that I’ve been paying for for eight years since hey, steady income who?) out and packed up for my uncle to ship for me. I got a new number/phone yesterday so I finally, finally can wash my hands of her desperately wheedling texts from new pre-paid phones every couple of months. I found some cute things at an antique shop I used to go to all the time as a kid. I had the wackiest sleep schedule because insomnia and jet lag and OTC sleep aids are a hell of a combo. I read a whole book for the first time in like six months and got a bunch of writing done!
And I have to keep saying this: it was so gratifying to be proved right over all this mom shit. I don’t want a competition, I don’t want horrible things to her, I just don’t want her in my life without excluding the rest of the family, and I feel like I’ve finally made the first steps towards that.
Also, while I was waiting for my plane to begin boarding my aunt texted me to wish me a safe flight and to tell me that my uncle had said saying goodbye to me had been like saying goodbye to one of their own kids. I just about started crying right there in the terminal. :’)
I’m not gonna read through all this because I’m sure I’ll get embarrassed, but all in all? Excellent trip, glad it wasn’t on fire while I was there, looking forward to seeing everyone again next summer. :)
#hello what's up my middle name is overshare#but this trip was SERIOUSLY overdue and i really liked it and it was such a relief to like it too
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I'm having a really bad week already and it's just begun 😔 can I request poly bfs chanyeol and sehun helping their trans boyfriend relax after a really stressful day at work?
aw babe i’m so sorry about your week!!! let’s try to fix that up :)
-you’ve got meme kings for boyfriends so it’s pretty easy to forget what’s going on at work with them
-but some stuff has really been nagging you and it’s sticking with you after work and they’re worried because normally you would at least crack a smile at their antics when you all are walking home
-like chanyeol walked straight into a pole why he was paying attention to trying to cheer you up and you didn’t even seem to notice? oh boy
-so when you three finally get home it’s like you’ve been hit by a bus because instantly chanyeol is tackling you onto the couch and sehun’s right behind him
-these boys are big snuggly kids but they have nO IDEA how much they weigh and they’re crushing you a little bit
-but it makes you laugh a little! yes!
-so you three just chill together for a little bit but chanyeol and sehun keep shooting looks at each other like. what is going on.
-and eventually they get up and promise to come right back but they have something special planned
-it’s frankly a little worrying because with these two surprises can be... very surprising.... and you don’t know if you’re ready for that today
-you also just heard chanyeol yell really suddenly and sehun laugh his ass off so hmm
-but eventually they call you back to the bedroom and is that... zen music?
-and you come in and instantly start laughing because there’s chanyeol and sehun standing like fluffy reapers in their robes and face masks
-and there are candles burning (chanyeol probably burnt his hand) and it smells like lavender in the air
-god these extra boyfriends set up a little spa for you how cute
-anyways it’s a little touchy because sehun offers a back massage but you have to take your shirt off for that and you don’t really know if you’re down
-but eventually they manage to convince you and you know that they’re your boyfriends and they love you so much and they would never care about what your body looks like
-and of course all sehun can say once you’re shirtless and on the bed is wowooo look at his handsome boyfriend with the big back muscles wooo
-it’s pretty funny to you and chanyeol gets all indignant like !@! this is a Spa you should be Relaxing
-and his upset over it is even funnier so you two get nowhere and just start laughing
-but then sehun starts to rub your back and it’s like holy fUK you needed that
-and chanyeollie is chilling at the head of the bed with you and holding your hands and just talking about how things will be better and how much he and sehun care for you
-and he’s just wandering through his thoughts and not making a lot of sense but it’s still nice to hear his voice and all the love in it
-and goddamn look at you and your loving boyfriends woooow
#chanyeol scenarios#sehun scenarios#polyamory#exo scenarios#chanyeol#sehun#boyfriend#trans boyfriend#lgbt kpop#fluff#Anonymous
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