#*waits and tries not to panic when the teacher sees the messages*

[dessertpanda]

To be a Hero... Or maybe PT5

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A lunch to remember

(Skipping Ahead a few weeks... Don't judge me) \

"Izuku! Hurry Your ass up" Y/N tried tugging her boyfriend out of the classroom so they could get lunch. "Shoto is waiting for usssss" She moaned, shaking his arm back and forth as he continued to slowly pack up his bag.

"Okay, Love... I'm going" He chuckled at her rushed pace, wanting both the delicious food and to meet up with the only official friend they've made so far. 'Guess not much has changed' He huffed, taking her hand and slinging his bag over his shoulder. Since they arrived... many of their classmates avoided them. Most were scared of Y/N and the others... didn't exactly want to associate with someone who was quirk-less. They spoke behind their backs, but the two heard every word... It saddened Y/N. Izuku could tell as the spark of hope that maybe, just maybe... He had found a space that welcomed him but it quickly faded. The most heartbreaking was the fact that her idol... Eraserhead... found one dangerous and the other useless. 'Damn this fucken school... breaking Her heart like that' he allowed his eyes to wander, passing classmates who only offered glances or glares.

"Izuku?" She squeezed his hand twice in an attempt to get his attention. With a soft hum, he glanced down at her, allowing his emerald eyes to meet her soft y/e/c. "Shoto said a teacher called him for a meeting" She sighed, scrolling back up through the parade of messages Shoto had sent her. "Man... you can tell this guy never had many friends.." She glanced back up at Izuku and giggled. "But then again neither have we!". As the lunchrush hero came into view, Y/N quickened her pace to grab both of them food.

(Mini mini Time skip)

As they took their seats across from one another at their now usual table, Y/N hummed excited for the meal that was prepared for the day. Izuku smiled as he dug into a hearty BLT, with a satisfied hum as his hunger was temporarily sated. He glanced up at Y/N offering a goofy-looking smile due to his mouth being full. "tis it goo?" He asked, mumbling as he spoke.

Y/N gently blew on her pasta, but immediately nodded her head the second she pulled the fork from her mouth. "Delicious" She hummed, savoring the savory but sweet taste of the sauce. He chuckled softly at her bright smile and lips slightly covered in the sauce. They enjoyed the silence at the table, allowing the hustle and bustle from the cafeteria to fill it. It was kinda peaceful, however, they were both painfully aware that they would most likely never be accepted into such fun. However, their silent thoughts didn't last that long because there were heavy steps that were quickly approaching their table. Izuku looked up to see who was approaching and the subtle drop of his face caused Y/N to look behind her. "Bakugo" She whispered, seeing the angry blonde walk towards their table, his eyes never leaving Izukus's sitting position. "Don't panic..." She sighed, moving to gently grab Izuku's hand.

"R-Right" Before he could fully respond, a hand slammed onto their table, sparks flying as he did so. The aggressiveness caused Y/Ns fork to fall off the table. With a now annoyed look, she took a deep breath in an attempt to maintain her composure. Izuku however, couldn't help the way his eyes narrowed, his body tensed, and that familiar flicker of anger crossed over him. "Kacchan" His eyes were now locked with those of the attacker, anger evident behind them.

"Bet you think you're so great? Huh? Survived the first month" His hand continued to spark and flicker causing the table to burn under his touch... "But you'll never be accepted... The quirkless and the freak! Quite the pair" He growled, watching them closely for some type of reaction.

"How funny for you to say such ignorant words... We sit at the top of the class currently and yet" She was quickly cut off when Bakugo was now in her face. She didn't flinch but only matched his glare.

"Always got a fucken mouth on you! Let us settle this! huh?!" He quickly swiped his hand, knocking her plate onto the ground. "Right now! I'll fight both of you and kick your asses!" He seethed with anger, now standing straight up, and began making his way to the courtyard just outside the doors of the cafeteria.

"Fine... if it will stop you from bothering us further.... then Let us do so" She huffed, angered that her food was now ruined, her day, and her mood also ruined due to him. "I simply want you out of our lives... as much as we can do since you're still in our class" Izuku was quick to follow, he didn't like the interaction that had just happened... in fact, he wanted to see Bakugo spill blood for ruining such a lovely moment between them. None of them noticed the slight bit of the air shift, as a deep dark swirl slowly disappeared from the corner of the room.

"How interesting... I think I like those two... you can feel the blood lust" A deep chuckle sounded before it was slowly consumed by the noise of the room.

As the three stood in the courtyard, the tension in the air was so thick it could be cut. "So... who do you want to fight first?" Y/N broke the silence, her voice annoyed but the slightest bit of thrill due to the approaching battle.

"I want you first! Rather use the energy on someone half worth fight" His face comforted into a sinister smirk. "I'll kick your ass and then throw the damn Deku through a window... see if that finishes the job" He cracked his neck and stretched his hands up over his head, groaning with his back released satisfying pops. Y/N however, only hummed at his words, she had no issue fighting him first... however, she feared if he continued to run his mouth.... he just might get himself killed.  "Alright, you freak... Let's see if your damn Bites are as good as your bark" He settled into a battle position, much different from when they first fought. Anyone could tell he's been training, he was a buffer and his stance represented that of someone who knew what they were doing.

"Don't blame me for beating you black and blue" She sighed, lifting her leg into her own stance. She glanced at Izuku who had found a seat a good distance from the battlefield to avoid getting in the way. Both stood still for a moment, each wanting to show their dominance. Even with the fresh air of the outside, it still felt heavy, as if two gods were about to face off. 'More like a god and a wanna-be hero' Y/N smirked as she watched his hips shift, signaling he was going to move.

The soft sounds of crackling from Bakugos palms were heard, he allowed his sweat to run... fueling his fire. He couldn't resist his primal instinct to attack fist, with a quick step he was on her, relishing stronger explosions and punches. His speed surprised her, which allowed him to get a few hits in before she was able to catch her movements up. She blocked and dodged, moving faster than she had in their previous fight. His frustration only grew as she continued to evade his attacks, exactly the same as she had done about a year ago. It angered him... he thought he had caught up to this monstrosity of a woman... but it was as if he was standing still. He trained day in and day out... beating her was like a final boss before he could continue happily down his hero path but it appeared... it wasn't enough. "AGHH" He screamed letting his punch fly faster and his explosion expanding in range.

Y/N shifted her stance kicking out his leg before pushing herself away from him. As she assessed the situation, she quickly switched to offensive mode. Moving quickly and sending a punch into his lower jaw. It was as if a shock wave hit his body, her punch was pinpoint and accurate, causing the pain to seethe through his body. With a soft stumble, he tried to regain his footing but was quickly knocked off balance again by another one of her hits. "Come on Kacchan~ thought you were gonna kick my ass?" She giggled, containing her attacks with punches and Kicks alike. Some he was able to dodge others landed exactly where they were aimed.  "And my worthless quirk hasn't even been used yet" She whispered into his ear as she got close to him. He quickly reacted by sending an explosion that sent them both flying back.

Gritting his teeth, he stood gripping his arms which were already bruising.... Her sheer physical strength was unbelievable... It horrified him. No average woman should be as strong as him... Not when he's at his peak but Y/N was some sort of demon... a devil... a necromancer... Her skills were honed, perfect to a level far above anyone at the fresh age of 18 should be. He huffed, allowing his eyes to focus on her body, he hadn't even registered that she was moving until a heavy right hook caught his face. "Gak" He spit out blood as his world spun quickly, he stumbled trying to stay up but ultimately he was knocked on his ass. He lied their realization washing over him. He was outclassed, in terms of speed, strength, maturity, and skill overall. She had proven that to him without question by leaving him there, beaten and bruised.... just like she had promised.

"So Kacchan... I kept my promise... can you keep yours" She asked standing over him, smirking as his eyes continued to swirl within his brain. "Izuku's eager.." She hummed, watching as he held his head, struggling to sit up completely. His pride was still evident on his facade, he was hurting but no way in hell was he going to allow Izuku to win by default.

"Like hell, I'll forfeit to that damn Deku" Defeat was hard to swallow for him... but he refused to do so without walking out without at least one win... with his pride in the most amount of Pain. Kacchan stood, wincing and wheezing as he did so. "Hng" He wobbled as he stood, quickly moving to wipe the blood that dripped down his nose but nonetheless he stood and took a stance.

"You ready?" Y/N asked, wiping her face with her discarded sweater to clean the grime, dirt, soot, and blood off. She glanced at Izuku when she received no response from him, she gasped as his face was twisted into a sick smile. She had seen it before, and she couldn't help but giggle. Force once Izuku was excited to face Bakugo, he wanted to face off with him... for his own sheer enjoyment.

"Y-Yeah" he took a shaky step towards Bakugo, while Y/N moved to sit where he once was. With a deep breath, his shaking eyes met Bakugos fiery ones, bleeding with determination.

"You look a little scared there Deku... You really gonna let her make you fight me?" He tisked... "poor boy, so smitten that he'll die for her own entertainment" Nobody missed the way Bakugo continued to sway, still feeling the pain from her previous hits... yeah his forearm was definitely fractured. With a quick smack to his cheeks, Izuku refocused himself on the task at hand... maybe not necessarily beating Bakugo... but at least making him bleed a little more. He could feel her eyes, her pride, her love... she was so proud of the length he had come... from that sad, suicidal boy to one now that could stand with confidence. " SPEAK YOU DAMN DEKU" Bakugo was getting increasingly angrier with Izuku's lack of response. His eyes narrowed as Izuku sank into a fighting stance, watching as his face seemed to have locked in on His body... as if he was analyzing his very being.

With the sudden shift in demeanor, Bakugo followed his move. He was expecting the boy to be shaking, and crying... but he was only met with a cold and determined expression. "Well Well Well... looks like someone decided to stop being a doormat!" He crackled his hands, as way he used to scare Izuku just a few years ago. "Let's see if you've been a good bitch and learned some new tricks!" Before he could continue, Izuku was on the move, his speed surprised Bakugo... 'He couldn't even run a lap last time I saw him' Bakugo gasped as he brought his arms up to block Izuku's punch... He was right the last time he saw Izuku at P.E. Senior year... he was so exhausted from training he could barely walk. His punch was powerful.... not inhuman, not like hers, but definitely stronger than the average man. 'W-who the hell' His thoughts ran rapid... he mostly left him alone through the end of High School... last he checked he was a weak Deku with no skill, strength, or speed yet here he was proving him wrong.

His sheer growth is what caused Bakugos confidence to waver the slightest bit… he had underestimated him and he was paying the price. Lost in his own thoughts Bakugo was unable to dodge the knee that hit his stomach sharply. Being already bruised from the previous match… everything hurt 10X more than it should. Hunching over and coughing up some of his lunch… Izuku surprised himself. He knew the only reason Bakugo had gone down so easily was due to the ass-beating Y/N had given him… but it still felt good. He felt like a god… never before had he ever felt such a surge of strength and confidence… “Ha HAHAHA YEAHHH” he screamed cheering happily and laughing like a maniac.

“Izuku!” Y/N went to warn him but was too late as Bakugo sent a blast that sent Izuku flying through a window…’ just like he had predicted’ She felt a bead of sweat fall as the shattered glass fell and surrounded Izuku. Bakugo stood, still holding his gut, and smirked at Izukus's motionless body…

”Damn Deku… stay the fuck down or die” He huffed, slowly walking towards Izuku's body… however what he wasn’t expecting was a soft groan and a very alive and conscious Izuku. He gasped at the man… bloody, scratched riddled, with chunks of glass sticking out of his arms, hair, and neck. “W-What the fuck?” He took a step back, watching as Izuku struggled to stand… slicing his hand open as he grabbed onto the window seal.

”Y-you Know Kacchan… turns out I did have a quirk” Izuku winced slightly as he yanked a chunk of glass from his bicep… “Always wondered how your explosions never killed me… why they hurt but never as much as they should have” Now back at his full height, limping forwards out of the shattered mess. “turns out… I just might have a quirk… a little thing called pain endurance” He muttered, slowly and desperately making his way to Y/N. “I give up… you win” he huffed, now with his back turned to the fiery blonde he looked up to face Y/N “ I’m sorry… I failed”

“oh, baby…. You did just fine” she mumbled, gently running her magic-coated hand over his body to remove the shards of broken glass. “ you punched him… and that was enough” She was saddened at his watery eyes… but she could see the tiniest hint of pride at not only standing up to Bakugo but actually hurting him.

Still standing in shock… A quirk… no he was messing with him… right? No way a kid who’s been quirkless this entire time suddenly gets one. He refused to believe it… how “YOU DAMN DEKU SON OF A BITCH YOU BEEN LYING” Bakugo snapped… how dare he hide such a thing. The trust was… Izuku didn’t actually have a quirk… he just lacked some nerves within his body allowing it to endure more pain. So Y/N took advantage of it.

Y/N gently moved from where she was healing Izuku's wounds, allowing her entire body to face him… “ you’re such a di” she was cut off when swirls of purple and black began to separate them… “t-that’s not me” she whispered, moving the still somewhat injured Izuku behind her. All eyes widened as a hand reached out for the couple, fingers twitching as the arm slowly followed. “BAKUGO!! RUN” Y/N screamed… she didn’t know what was going on… but whatever it was, she knew he shouldn’t be here.

“FUCK THAT I AINT LETTING YOU” He argued, believing this was her doing, some strange shit with her magic.

“UGHH YOU IDIOT” She screamed, suddenly swiping her hand as a pair of arms snatched Bakugo up, Dragging him away.

“W-WHAT THE FUCK!!! HEY,” He continued screaming as this unknown being dragged him away. Y/N huffed, a lot of her energy drained with that move.

“Ugh, huff hate calling him and then making him leave” She huffed, leaning into Izuku but maintaining her eyes on the man who was now complaining through the portal… sitting there… watching the two and running his nails up and down his neck.

“It's a pleasure to finally meet you..”

(Okayyyy!! Now we really start.... i'm not gonna lie to yall.... this is a whole ass story at this point hehe) My bad BUT ANWYAS

Thank you all for the support and love!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT, DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL

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I Don't Want To Wait, sixty-seven

rowaelin high school bff au masterlist

AN: WHOOPS, I disappeared for two years. (Legit the last chapter was posted in May 2022!). But I’m back and have written… a lot of the rest of this fic, so we’re just going to post weekly (or even twice weekly!) until we’re finished. And I hope you’re still out there, anyone, to enjoy it. Quick recap for a previously on IDWTW. Aelin and Rowan had sex! It was great. Then they walked in on Rhoe and her dance teacher Petrah having sex, which was NOT great. Aelin never wants to go back to dance again. We returned to school. Senior second semester is going great. Busy for Aelin, who is still trying to work her butt off re: APs and grades. Less busy for Rowan, who is already recruited to college for lacrosse. Aelin and Lys had a huge falling out, but have slowly rekindled their friendship now that Lys is sober and working on her shit. Elide and Manon came out! They’re running as homecoming queens! Dorian and Chaol haven’t DTRed and are taking a break. Last we left off, Aelin texted someone to help retrieve her lacrosse hoodie from the dance studio after hours. But who? Keep reading to find out. Also, I have been gone for so long that I have NO idea who is still in the fandom or reading Rowaelin fic. Please reblog to spread the word! Taglist doesn't seem to possible anymore, so please share! Love you all and missed you all. Comment, message, meme, gif, whatever. Let’s go, team.

Aelin watched with wide eyes as Lys lowered into a crouch and removed a bobby pin from her hair. When she’d texted her friend to help with her mission, she hadn’t realized that Lysandra was a bona-fide expert at breaking and entering. 

“It got boring in rehab,” Lys said with a small shrug, as if that explained her masterful lock-picking.

“Good to know,” Aelin said, chewing her thumb nervous and glancing over her shoulder at Rowan, who waited patiently in the jeep — aka, their getaway car. She didn’t think they’d actually need one, but this whole thing was such a thing, she figured it was probably safest to have a getaway car. What if the cops were called about the break-in, and they had to run? 

Aelin almost chuckled at the thought of Orynth’s elderly Police Chief trying to run after them, but it hadn’t stopped her from telling Lys to dress all in black and meet them at the dance studio at eight. Luckily, Rhoe was at the station overnight, so he couldn’t see their ridiculous antics. But, after all, this mission was serious. She tried to refocus on Lys, who was finagling with a pin in the lock, taking her sweet time. A rush of panic ran through Aelin. What if they got caught? What if this got put on her permanent record? What if they got arrested?

BZZZZ. Aelin’s phone vibrated in her hand, making her jump with surprise. 

“Gods,” she muttered under her breath, causing Lys to chuckle under her breath.

“Tell your buzzard not to worry, we’re almost there,” she said, twisting the pin again in a different direction. Aelin sighed at the reassurance. She knew that Rowan had to be feeling her nerves as well. Although maybe not quite as much. She wasn’t usually concerned about being a rule follower, but every step of the way had made her feel more and more stressed out. Which might have to do more with her overbearing boyfriend watching their every move than anything else. Couldn’t he just sit there and look cute and not worry? She looked at his text and shook her head. She should have known it’d be impossible. He was the biggest worry wart of them all.

Are you sure no one’s in the studio? It looks like the lights are on upstairs. Rowan texted from the front seat, his view of the studio probably better than theirs. But Aelin had spent too many years of her life at this studio. Despite her churning stomach, she knew they were fine.

Last class ended an hour ago. They always leave the lights on for the cleaning staff, but they get Fridays off, so they’re on until Saturday morning. It was part of my class schedule to turn the lights off. We’re good.

She looked over her shoulder after sending the text, and watched as Rowan threw a thumbs up in her direction. She couldn’t help but laugh at how silly he looked in his oversized black hoodie with the hood up. Despite completely disapproving of her decision, he showed up ready for the assignment at hand. 

“Tadaaa,” Lys sang out quietly as the lock clicked open, the door popping ajar. 

“Honestly, when I asked you to help me break into the dance studio, I figured we’d be throwing a rock into a window or something,” Aelin whispered, even though there was absolutely no reason to whisper at all. Aelin had timed it purposefully, so she wouldn’t have to run into … anyone. Okay, she really didn’t want to have to talk to Petrah. She’d avoided the studio (and Petrah) for so many weeks following the revelation that she’d been involved with her dad, and she had no intention of breaking that now. So, they’d had no choice but to break into the studio under the cover of darkness.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Lys said. “The door upstairs has a lock, too, right?” 

Aelin nodded. Annoyingly, there were three doors they had to break open — the building door, the door to the second floor, and then the dance studio entrance. Thank god Aelin had her locker key, so that wasn’t a worry.

“So, why are we doing this again?” Lys asked as they trudged up the long stairwell to the second floor. She tried not to flinch as the rubber-covered stairs squeaked beneath her shoes. “Not that I’m not happy to help,” she continued. “I just thought that you started dancing again and loved it?”

“Ugh,” Aelin groaned. “I did.” Aelin paused for a beat too long, causing Lys to flip her dark curls over her shoulder to get a better look at Aelin. 

“But?”

“It’s…complicated,” Aelin sighed as Lys crouched down in front of the second floor door.

“Well, this is going to take a minute,” Lys laughed. “Tell me.” Aelin was going to refute again when Lys’s voice changed, softer. “Unless you don’t want to…”

Aelin nearly smacked herself. She’d thought this would be a ridiculous, fun (and pretty low-stakes) way to hang out with Lys again, and here she was totally ruining it by keeping things to herself again.

“No, it’s not like that,” Aelin reassured her as she continued to work on the lock. “It’s just… horrifying.”

“Well now you can’t not tell me,” Lys snickered, but Aelin recognized the slight trepidation in her friend’s green eyes. Still nervous to push things. Aelin bit the bullet and let it out in a whoosh.

“Oh my GOD.” Lys’s nose crinkled, and she fell to her knees completely as her shoulders shook with laughter as Aelin told her story. “I mean, we all knew Rhoe fucked,” Lys cackled, causing Aelin to smack her friend’s knee. 

“EW! That is my dad,” she said, fake heaving.

“He’s a hot, hot firefighter daddy, though,” Lys said, her eyebrows wiggling.

“I swear to god I will vomit straight on you.”

Aelin tried to be serious, but Lysandra’s smile pushed them both over the edge into a fit of giggles. They laughed and laughed, releasing the tension that had been hovering around them like a thick blanket all night, officially removing all traces of formality. Unable to help herself, Aelin reached out for her friend’s hand, squeezing her fingers gently and was relieved as Lys squeezed back. They weren’t healed, per se, but they were healing, and that was the most that Aelin could really ask for right now.

Taking a breath and wiping the remnant tracks of tears from her cheeks, Lys pushed herself back up to her knees. “Second lock?”

“Speaking of my family…” Aelin started nervously, but forged on, curious. “How’s Aedion doing?” 

To her credit, Lys didn’t even lose pace as she unlocked the next door with ease.

“I know you want me to reply with something equally scandalous, but there’s nothing going on between me and Aedion,” Lys replied succinctly. “We’re friends.”

“Okay,” Aelin said, not completely convinced, but chose to respect her boundaries and believe her words. 

The pair fell into an awkward silence as they headed down the hall toward the studio door. Just one last lock to get through — and then she’d never have to return to this place. A part of her heart panged at that thought, that she’d be leaving Orynth and this studio behind and not really getting to say goodbye to it. But running into Petrah was NOT an option.

“Hey, isn’t this the studio?” Lys asked of a propped open door, a gentle music wafting from inside. Aelin’s stomach sank. Had someone stayed late tonight practicing? It was a plus that they wouldn’t have to break into yet another door, but she really didn’t want to risk running into anyone. “I thought you said it was closed.”

At the same time, the pair noticed the schedule on the door, showing the company’s new rehearsal schedule. Their rehearsals now went until nine on Friday night, meaning that Aelin had shown up in the middle of a packed studio, instead of an empty one. And one where Petrah would surely be. She contemplated turning right around, but Lys had already opened the door too far, leading them into the studio lobby where the company was on break, milling around and refilling their water bottles.

And at the front desk, Petrah’s eyes widened with surprise upon seeing her. “Aelin!”

She should have guessed breaking in had been too easy. Had the doors even been locked? She knew Lysandra had gotten through them too quickly! Grumbling, she stepped out of the shadow and into the lobby toward Petrah. She couldn’t run away anymore, so she had no choice but to say hello to the woman who she’d been studiously avoiding for weeks. And by the look on Petrah’s face, she knew it, too.

“I’ll go grab your jersey,” Lys whispered, leaving her to fend for herself. “See you downstairs!”

“Traitor,” Aelin mumbled under her breath as Lysandra all but ran into the locker room, excusing herself from the awkward conversation that surely lay ahead. She wanted to run, but her feet were stuck, watching Petrah approach nervously.

“Aelin,” she said again, taking a deep breath. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you….” But Aelin cut her off.

“I don’t want to talk about it!” she said, ready to slap her hands over her ears, lest Petrah talk about her dad in any less than completely formal way.

Petrah’s deep pink lips curled up on one side in amusement, but Aelin watched as she took another deep breath and shook off whatever she’d been about to say. Instead, she watched as her smile fell into a wistful expression. “We’ve missed seeing you around here,” Petrah said.

Aelin’s eyes shot to the open doorway of the studio where the company practiced, all jetes and pirouettes and well-supported port de bras. She had missed dancing. She really had just gotten back into it when she let it fall away. Petrah must have seen her expression because she smiled faintly and let her delicate hand fall to Aelin’s shoulder.

“You could join the class. Dance it out,” Petrah suggested.

Aelin couldn’t tear her eyes away from the dancers. She watched the emotion pour from them. That is what she needed. But as Lysandra held up her jersey and trailed down the stairs in the periphery of her vision, Aelin shook her head.

“I can’t tonight.”

“I understand that it might be strange to spend time with me after what you overheard…” Petrah trailed off as blood pooled in her cheeks, filling her usual pale complexion with a deep blush. “It was completely casual. It’s only happened a handful of times, and we both know it’s not serious. I’m not trying to replace your mother, or anything like that, it’s just… an occasional stress release, and oh my god, I am sorry I didn’t mean to say any of that.” Aelin cringed at the words. She wanted to stop Petrah, but the woman couldn’t be stopped even if she wanted to. “Please don’t give up dance because of this,” Petrah pleaded. “You have such a gift, Aelin, and I would be filled with regret for the rest of my life if I knew I was the cause of you walking away from it.”

Aelin took a breath, the comforting scent of chalk and worn leather infiltrating her senses and calming her down as she figured out what to reply to Petrah. Of course she wanted to dance still. It was undeniable, the way her body pulled her toward the studio, the way a sense of calm settled through her despite her initial discomfort upon seeing Petrah. She thought about her lack of free time and her constantly building stress as the semester went on and how badly she wished she could just dance it out. That release of emotion centered her, and she knew that she was feeling off kilter without it. Making time for dance had improved her life drastically — it'd kept her sane as the rest of her semester spiraled out of control — and she wanted it back. So, so badly.

She was on the verge of agreeing to join the practice when there was a crash and loud shriek from the studio. When the shriek morphed into a choked sob, a churning nausea overwhelmed Aelin. She watched as Petrah’s face morphed into one of horror as she sprinted into the studio. Sure enough, one of the dancers was on the floor, cradling her ankle, cheeks red and involuntary tears dripping down her skin, while another dancer attempted to help her stand. The girl hissed, crying out in pain and sat down again.

“Call an ambulance,” someone ordered, and suddenly there was a frenzy, a rush of dancers looking on in terror at the injury in front of them. Aelin stood with her back against the wall, not wanting to be in the way, slinking out of sight while so much was going on. It felt like a sign from the universe that Aelin shouldn’t even think about wasting her time with dancing. Like the gods warned her that she had way too much going on to even consider it.

With Petrah distracted, Aelin slipped out, trying to gain control of her waging feelings. She slid into the backseat next to Lys, her mind reeling and unable to get the image of the crying dancer out of her head. So caught up in her own thoughts, she didn’t even hear Rowan call out to her, until red and blue flashed behind them. He swung his head over her shoulder, his mouth agape in horror as he stared at his unusually quiet girlfriend.

“Ace, what did you do? Are those the cops?!”

Aelin shook her head, the horrible feeling of nausea persisting in her gut as Rowan drove away from the studio.

. . .

It had been days since Aelin had received a text from an unknown number, and she still hadn’t decided what she was going to do.

I thought you should know we’re holding an emergency dance company audition this Tuesday at 5pm. Please come, Aelin.

Aelin chewed her sandwich thoughtfully as she pulled up the text again. The audition was merely hours away, but she was still on the fence.

“You still haven’t made up your mind?” Lysandra asked, glancing at Aelin’s phone screen. Her former — maybe current — friend had started joining them at the lunch table in the last few days since their late night break in, continuing to heal and thaw what had broken between them.

“I keep telling her to pro con list,” Rowan said, letting his fingers trail across the back of her neck and kneading the tight muscles there with his strong grasp.

“Mmmm,” Aelin mumbled, leaning further into his touch. “Con. Time spent without you.”

“Pro, something to do while I’m at lacrosse practice,” he countered as his fingers massaged a particularly tender part of her neck. She angled her head so he could have better access, but he took it as an invitation to let his head drop to her bare skin and press his lips against it, causing her body to light up. As she leaned toward him with another light moan, Dorian slammed his tray down on the table with a loud thwack.

“Get a room or get outta here,” he complained, tossing a fry at the still-intertwined pair.

“Someone’s got their panties in a bunch,” Aelin laughed as she tossed the fry back at the offender.

“My panties are perfectly smooth, thank you very much,” Dorian quipped. “Some of us would just prefer not to bear witness to your foreplay.”

“Pro,” Rowan whispered into Aelin’s ear, his lips ghosting against the tickling skin there. “I really love watching you dance.”

“Pro,” Aelin whispered back. “Increased stamina, muscle strength, and flexibility.”

Aelin glanced up at Rowan, who was already staring back at her with a fiery intensity. Her eyes glanced down at his mouth, which was curled into a satisfied smirk. His throat bobbed with a slow swallow, surely thinking of all the way those fitness benefits could be put to good use. She leaned in slightly, her lips a hairs breadth away from his when another fry hit her cheek. Aelin whipped her head around, rubbing at the salty spot where the food had made contact with her face.

Dorian was the picture of innocence, eyes wide as he chewed his own fry.

“Con,” Lys interjected. “Increased horniness.”

“Literally didn’t think that was possible,” Dorian said with a snort. “So, what are we pro-conning?” he asked, popping another fry into his mouth.

“Orynth Dance Company is having an emergency audition after an injury, and Aelin was personally invited to try out,” Lysandra explained.

“But I don’t really have the time,” Aelin started. “It would require actual rehearsal time. Like, a lot of nights. Not just an hour long class. Plus, I’d have to see Petrah every day. And I have to knock this last semester’s grades out of the park if I want to even think about getting a scholarship anywhere, plus I have a million AP exams to study for coming up, and that’s not even considering keeping up with hospital volunteering and going to your games and having any kind of semblance of a social life and…” she trailed off, her stomach finally settling as she came to the conclusion she knew she was going to come to all along. “I can’t join the dance company.”

Rowan frowned and reached for her hand. “Are you sure, Ace?” His hand wrapped around hers in a comforting squeeze, and she knew he was asking seriously. “We could make it work. I could help you study, we could bring out your color-coded schedule again to make sure we could fit everything in.”

“I know,” Aelin sighed, squeezing back. “But, I’m sure.”

But as the afternoon ticked by, Aelin couldn’t ignore the swirling feeling of guilt trying to pull her under. She was so distracted by the approaching time that she completely zoned out through all of AP Lit, startling when the period ended and Dorian poked her side.

And as five PM approached closer and closer, she found herself growing more agitated and even snapping at Rowan at one point. It wasn’t his fault; he had to head off to lacrosse practice, but Aelin had found herself so worked up that she had thought maybe he’d want to help release some tension.

“I’ll come right over after practice,” Rowan promised as he twined his hands around her waist.

“But you’ll be all sweaty and gross,” Aelin replied with a frown.

“I thought you liked when I get sweaty,” he laughed, nuzzling his nose into her hair. Aelin sighed, knowing she was being petulant, but she couldn’t get out of her own head.

“Only when I’m the one doing it!”

She tried to push him away, but Rowan’s grasp on her was iron-clad, too tight for her to even think about prying him off her. “Ace,” he lowered his voice. “I would love nothing more than to skip practice and be with you, but you know this is the only thing I need to do this semester to keep my place at Wendlyn.”

“Because Wendlyn’s more important than me?”

“I think you need a snack,” Rowan laughed, but Aelin didn’t find that funny at all.

“Sorry my blood sugar problems are amusing to you,” she said, stiffening within his grasp. She felt Rowan sigh deeply and watched as he pinched the bridge of his nose and scrunched his brows up the way she loved so much.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “You know that’s not—”

“I know,” Aelin replied quickly. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

Rowan raised a single brow as if to tell her he knew exactly what had gotten into her, and so did she.

“It’s not even four yet,” Rowan said. “You could still go.”

But Aelin was nothing if not resolute. She’d made up her mind, and it was completely logical. And she was sticking to it. No, she’d head home and, yes, get a snack, and dig into her lit homework. Maybe Dorian would be willing to give her his notes from the class, seeing as she couldn’t remember a single thing that was discussed earlier.

She forced a smile and shrugged her shoulders back. “Nope, you were right. I need a snack. I’ll head to Maeve’s and see what she’s got for me.”

Rowan grimaced. “She closed for the afternoon, actually, while they put in a new stove, but she should be reopened by the time I’m out of practice.” Aelin shivered as Rowan let his fingers trail in small circles up and down her back. “Why don’t I stop there on my way to your place after practice? Cheeseburger and brownies?”

“And then orgasms?” Aelin asked, causing a loud snort to erupt from Rowan.

“You want to have sex after cheeseburger and brownies? That feels dangerous.”

“Well, we could have sex first, but reheated cheeseburgers are pretty garbage,” Aelin replied, loving the soft smile that appeared on Rowan’s face. It was the one solely reserved for her. When she was being particularly ridiculous or annoying, it was like he couldn’t help but love her more, and the small curve of his lips let her know that.

“You’re right. Cheeseburgers first,” he paused. “Then sex, then brownies?”

“Deal,” Aelin said as she reached her hand out to shake his. But he instead grasped it in his and brought it to his mouth, kissing her knuckles lightly.

“I love you,” he said.

And though Aelin wanted to roll her eyes, she took a moment to relish the fact that her best friend in the whole world loved her. And would do anything to make her smile. In fact, he’d succeeded in getting her too distracted to think about the auditions and…

As soon as she thought about them, her smile faded again.

“Just go,” he whispered, but Aelin shook her head.

“Have a good practice. See you in a few hours.”

She kissed him and sent him off, hoping to pour herself into her studies. But even with her book open, Aelin digested none of what she was reading. She kept looking at the clock, distracted. Even as it passed five pm, knowing that she was missing the auditions, she still couldn’t focus. And her mood started to plummet.

It plummeted even further as she received a text from Rowan saying that their coach needed him to stay behind for a bit after practice and that he’d be later than anticipated.

She tried to read more, and when that didn’t work, she attempted to do some math equations, but she couldn’t get her brain to work. She knew what she needed. And it was to dance it out. Despite everything, that was still her best coping mechanism. When a second text from Rowan came in, apologizing for being even later, Aelin had had enough. She couldn’t just sit here and wallow. Instead, she wrote a note for whoever would get home first – her dad, Lorcan, or Rowan — and began walking.

She didn’t even know where she was walking until she ended up at the dance studio. It was unlocked, but empty. She couldn’t remember if there had been an end time to the auditions, but it seemed completely deserted. No one was sitting at the front desk, and the lights were eerily dim. This is what she’d expected to walk into last week when she’d stolen back her lacrosse hoodie, and she was even more annoyed about it somehow.

Instead of focusing on that, though, she went straight for the first open studio and turned the lights on. The fluorescent bulbs overhead flickered on, illuminating the wooden floors beneath with a warm yellow glow. She toed her sneakers off and padded barefoot to the corner of the studio where the massive (and ancient) stereo system was stored. She pulled her phone out and connected it, pulling up one of the old playlists Rowan had made for her and closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her. Her feet took off, working in sync with the rhythm reverberating through the bare floor. Next, her arms spread, stretching out and shaking off the stress of the last few weeks.

For the first time, she really let herself feel it. The worrying and wondering what the future would hold. She knew Rowan was destined for Wendlyn, but she had no idea what she would do if she didn’t get in, too. He’d assured her that they’d stay together and figure it out, but who really stays with their high school boyfriend? She knew they weren’t like everyone else – they were special – but it didn’t stop her from thinking about it and wondering. When it came down to it, that’s why she really couldn’t bring herself to audition today. She couldn’t risk spending less time with Rowan, not if this was the last few weeks of their relationship.

Whoa. Where did that thought come from?

She ignored the small tear that pooled in the corner of her eye, letting it drip down her cheek as she spun in time with the music. How could she doubt her and Rowan’s relationship after all this time? She knew in her soul that they were destined to be together. She couldn’t imagine a world where she didn’t wake up and see him every day. But there had been a small slice of fear since they first kissed, and it had ebbed and flowed with each passing day until it was now a gaping chasm in the pit of her stomach. The idea that she could end up elsewhere without Rowan was a real, actual problem. And the timeframe was closing in on them. What if this was the end of them? How would she ever recover?

Her hands reached overhead and then she let her body collapse to the floor in a graceful fall, letting go over the overwhelming sensations of fear that had been swirling and threatening to paralyze her. She arched her back and her neck released, the tension that Rowan had tried to knead attempting to relax and letting gravity pull her down, down, down.

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Rowan. She did. More than anything. She just didn’t trust this world. She didn’t trust that everything would work out the way it was supposed to. I mean, just look at her dad. He’d thought he’d found the love of his life, and she walked away like it was nothing. Walked away from Aelin.

She didn’t want to cling to Rowan, to be the girl who changed her whole life just to be with a guy. She wasn’t that person. No. She was Aelin fucking Galathynius, and she could live life fully on her own. But she wanted to be with Rowan. Wanted the whole package. Saw their life together. And wanted more than anything for it to become a reality. But what if that future disappeared? What if it was cut short? What if they drifted apart. What if they tried to do long distance? Last summer while he was at camp was only two months and it was pure torture. It caused a rift so big between them that she wasn’t sure they’d overcome it. And yes, of course they did. But… to do it again? And for four years?

Her emotions threatened to choke her as she continued to dance out her frustrations, stomping and spinning and leaping, hoping against all hopes that the answers to her anxieties would appear if she could only dance long enough. She left every feeling, every worry, every gnawing anxiety on the dance floor, letting it tumble out through her moving limbs.

She didn’t know how long she’d been dancing when she opened her eyes again and refocused at herself in the mirror. She didn’t recognize the girl she saw there. She may not have come up with any answers, but she felt better. Raw, red eyed, red cheeked, and breathing hard, Aelin felt totally exposed. Which is why she nearly jumped out of her skin when a voice cut through the silence, over her harsh exhale.

“Practice starts next week.”

The director of the company stood in the darkened doorway of the studio, arms crossed and lips pursed in thoughtful approval.

“Oh, I wasn’t—”

“I know you weren’t,” she said with a formal smile. “But we’d still love to have you. If you want.”

It wasn’t necessarily the answer she had hoped to reach, but something about this moment felt like the universe trying to reassure her. That things do work out the way they’re supposed to.

“Yeah?” she asked, feeling somewhat hopeful.

“Yes.”

“Okay,” she said.

A wide smile crossed the director’s face. “Welcome to the Orynth Dance Company,” she congratulated her.

Aelin didn’t know what had overcome her, but she couldn’t help but run over to her and throw her sweaty arms around her neck in a giant hug.

“Thank you.”

Right on cue, Aelin’s phone buzzed with another incoming text.

Cheeseburgers en route. See you soon. Xx

. . .

As anticipated, the cheeseburgers were exactly what Aelin needed to rejuvenate herself, but Rowan was totally right that there was no way to be sexy after housing a half pound of meat and cheese.

“I’m so stuffed,” she said, patting her extremely full stomach.

Rowan snorted. “Why don’t we take a post-dinner break and watch something?”

“Only if it’s Housewives!” Lorcan shouted from the kitchen where he was cooking dinner for him and Rhoe, who were properly affronted that Rowan hadn’t brought them cheeseburgers, as well.

Aelin sighed and chuckled softly as she let herself slump over onto Rowan, who was already pulling up Housewives onto the television.

“You are such an enabler,” Aelin laughed.

“It’s easier than dealing with him being pouty,” Rowan smartly replied.

Aelin was about to agree when they were interrupted by an unusual ring tone.

“I’m sorry,” Rowan said, sitting up suddenly. “Is that your… home phone?”

Aelin genuinely couldn’t remember the last time that had rung. Usually she and her dad were both contacted on their cells. They really just had a home line because it was part of their internet package. She couldn’t even remember who had that number.

“Uh, phone’s for you Aelin?” Lorcan shouted from the kitchen.

Even weirder?

“Who the hell would be calling this late on a Tuesday?” Aelin whispered. Rowan’s brow lifted.

“Why don’t you go see?”

Curious, Aelin pried herself off the couch and headed to the kitchen where Lorcan was standing with a spatula in one hand and the phone in the other.

“Who is it?” she whispered.

Lorcan shrugged, simply shoving the phone forward. Helpful.

Aelin cradled the phone against her ear and took a deep breath. “Hello?”

“Hello!” A deep voice rang out over the phone. “Is this Miss Aelin Galathynius?”

“Um,” she cleared her throat. “Yes?”

“Excellent!” the voice boomed, causing her to pull the phone away from her ear slightly. “My name is Xavier Forul, and I’m a local alum of Wendlyn University. I’d love to have you in for an interview some time in the near future. Whenever you’re available! I know you’re a busy senior with a lot on her plate.”

Aelin’s heart took off, beating faster as his words unfolded.

“Interview?”

“Yes,” he continued. “It’s my favorite part of the process. As a former Wendlyn man myself, I get to sit down and speak with young promising applicants to see what their goals and ambitions might be and how they might become part of the Wendlyn world.”

Aelin glanced at the silver-headed mop peeking out above the couch and exhaled slowly. This was it. The universe reassuring her. She felt it with every fiber of her being. She could dance, she could nail her classes this semester, and she’d get into Wendlyn and be with Rowan.

“Wow, thank you so much for reaching out,” Aelin began, her autopilot pilot voice taking over. “I’d love to meet with you.”

As Xavier explained the details of the interview, Aelin’s hope buoyed. She’d been waiting for a sign from the universe, something to tell her that she and Rowan were going to work out and be fine. If a personalized phone call on a landline that hadn’t rung in more months than she could count, inviting her into the home of a University alum wasn’t a sign, she didn’t know what was. And Aelin began to hope for the first time that everything was going to actually work out.

~*~

[guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom]

Hey! For your Miles requests, I'd love to read about what it might be like for the reader to watch Miles transfer to Visions if they both went to Brooklyn Middle together.

Not This Time

Miles Morales x fem!reader

Miles Morales x black!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

Requested: yes

A/N: GUYS PARTICIPATE IN MY 300 FOLLOWER SPECIAL PLEASE also hope you guys enjoy electro because I had to make something up.

300 Follower Special <3

Masterlist

“You’re not gonna forget me right?” You wondered. 

It was the last week of summer and you were clinging to the last few days you had left with Miles. Sitting on his building’s rooftop you stared down at the Brooklyn you’ve known your whole life. You and Miles were the fastest of friends since your first day at Brooklyn Middle you genuinely couldn’t imagine not seeing him every day. You were still proud of him, however. Getting into Visions was a pretty big deal. 

“Why would you ask me that?” He glanced at you offended. 

You simply shrugged, pulling your knees up to your chest. “I dunno, you’ll go and make new friends and I won’t be so important anymore,” 

“No,” He shook his head, turning to face you. “That would never happen,” 

You looked back at him, maintaining eye contact. 

 “I’d never forget you,” He promised. 

The first week of freshman year was finally over. It wasn’t as bad as your middle school teachers tried to make it seem, you’d made a couple of new friends, and none of your teachers were mean.

Realizing you hadn’t spoken to Miles yet today you pulled your phone out to message him. 

you: how was your first week? 

miles: my science teacher was on my ass but my roommates not bad

miles: he doesn’t talk much 

you: i told you, you’d be fine

you: wanna go the end show w/me tonight in golconda

you: it’s at 7 

miles: im sorry I cant :( too much hw 

you: oh no don’t worry maybe next time

Putting your phone back down on your desk with a huff you tried not to feel disappointed. There would be other opportunities to hang out. It’s not like this was the end of your friendship. 

The excuses and cancellations only grew in numbers. Soon you’d gone from seeing Miles every day to barely holding a virtual conversation once a week. 

You weren’t going to sit around and wait for the crumbs of attention Miles was willing to give you. This would not be a one-sided relationship, you had too much self-respect for that. 

But just because you weren’t actively talking doesn’t mean you didn’t care. You’d just care from afar. 

—————-

You weren’t one to watch the news but the TV was open to Channel 12 when you made it home from running errands. Placing your grocery bags on the couch something compelled you to tune in. 

Seeing PDNY cars surrounding a crazed man wielding what looked to be lightning bolts sent you into a state of controlled panic. You practically sped to Miles’s apartment to check on Mr. Morales. 

He wasn’t there when you got to the apartment but Rio informed you he was okay and she’d just spoken to him on the phone.  

Letting out a sigh of relief you relaxed your shoulders. Slumping to sit down next to her on the couch she gave you a once-over 

“You’ve grown so much since I last saw you. How’s high school?” She asked, now getting a better look at you. 

“It’s definitely different,”

“We’ve missed you around here, Miles has been acting so different lately, he’s not my little boy anymore,” She sighed wistfully. 

“I miss you guys too,” You pouted.

 You didn’t want to get emotional but you really did miss your second family. And you weren’t trying to take it personally but Miles avoiding you truly hurt. “It’s so weird not seeing Miles anymore,” 

“Seeing him a couple times a week must be very different from every day,”

A couple times a week? You hadn’t seen him at all this month. Even if you were pissed at him you didn’t want him in trouble so you just agreed. 

“Yeah, I’m still not used to it.” 

You weren’t leaving until you saw for yourself that Mr. Morales was okay. Your stubbornness and unwillingness to take things as you’re told kept you from being able to fully believe Mrs. Morales’s promise of her husband’s safety. Anything could’ve happened between their phone call and now. 

Waiting on the couch listening to Mrs. Morales talk about work and her conniving coworkers. You felt the most at peace as you’ve had in a while. 

The peace didn’t last long as Miles came bursting through the front door adorning his red and black jacket with oversized sweats and his backpack slung over his shoulder. Mrs. Morales immediately stood up and moved towards him, the picture of concern. 

“Mijo, what’s wrong, what are you doing here it’s a school night?” 

Instead of answering her he just threw himself into her arms and wilted into her chest. 

From your place on the couch, you couldn’t hear the muffled conversation or anything at all, which only amplified your worry. 

“What happened? What’s wrong?” You found yourself calling out standing from your spot on the sofa. 

The sound of your voice snapped him out of his reprieve. Miles pulled his head from the crook of his mother's neck. He let his eyes roam over you attempting to assess if you were real or not. 

Once he decided his eyes weren’t deceiving him he practically launched himself into your arms. 

You stumbled back with the force of his weight and despite your anger and confusion, you hugged him back. 

Evidently, something was wrong but he wasn’t going to talk about it anytime soon. You tried to hold out and let him feel his emotions but- 

“Miles,” You wheezed out into his chest. “Can’t breathe.”

He released you the slightest bit but didn’t let you go. 

“Sorry,” He muttered to the top of your head. “Missed you so much,” 

“Missed you too,” 

As much as you loved Mrs. Morales, she was a chismosa and every conversation was not for her ears. 

“Let’s go outside,” You suggested grabbing his arm to pull you with him. 

You hadn’t made the climb to the water tower in a while and you weren’t as fit as you were a month ago. Trying to hide it out of embarrassment you switched the topic. 

“You cold?” You asked panting as you found your footing. 

“What?” He questioned looking down at himself.

 As if he just discovered the zip-up he was wearing he answered. “Oh! Yeah, yeah it’s really chilly out here,” 

Even without the years of knowing Miles under your belt, you would’ve known he was lying but you didn’t feel like starting an argument the first time you saw him in a while so you just dropped it. 

The two of you easily fell back into the swing of things as if there were never any distance between the two of you. You were glad to be talking again, now knowing his issue wasn’t due to anything you’d done. 

He was catching you up on everything you’d missed in his life when he went ghost on you, but he still wasn’t hinting at what was bothering him. He was using you as an alibi and not even telling you, it was so unlike him. 

Even his mom noticed a change in his behavior so why wouldn’t he just talk to you? You had to bring it up or you’d regret it once you’d gotten home. 

“You know you can tell me anything right?” 

He hummed in acknowledgment.

 You should be furious he’d ghosted you for so long. And now he won’t even talk to you? but looking at him now he looked so upset and broken you couldn’t feel anything besides concern. 

“Miles please, tell me what’s going on,” You begged. “We tell each other everything,” It was true you even told him when you had started your first period the summer before 7th grade. You never felt the need to hide anything from each other. So why start now? What happened between the start of high school to now to make him stop trusting you? 

“Is it me? Can you just not tell me?” You attempted to rationalize his behavior. 

“It’s not you,” He promised. 

“So then talk to me please,” You whined. 

“I can’t tell you. Not this time,” 

The last person to learn he was Spider-Man died. In the same month, he watched Spider-Man and his uncle die in right front of him. All his other friends left him and maybe it was selfish but you were the only one he had left. He refused to lose you or have you look at him differently. Maybe telling you would lift some of the burden of having a secret identity as just a child, but he couldn’t risk it. Not this time. Not with you.

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[reverse-moon]

For @the-overanalyst

Based on: This post

Summary: "FUCK OFF ENA MY SURROGATE FAMILY GO FIND A DIFFERENT CITY FOR YOURS"

Constant looking around seemed to payoff. She finally found Weekend Garage, a supposedly super place. If Akito could be trusted. Then again, wasn't this also Shraishi's place...?

Sighing a bit, Ena pushed open the doors and looked around before being greeted. “Ena-san!!”

“An. Hi.” Okay, this was her place. Maybe Akito wasn't lying.

“Can't stay long, practice, BYE!” An said, rushing over to the door.

“Take care, An.” Ena jumped a bit, noticing the man behind the counter smile.

“LATER DAD, I'll bring Kohane and Toya by!” And like that, the younger girl was gone. Ena turned back to the man and waved in a nervous way.

“No need to panic. I'm just the owner of the place. Not gonna hurt a new patron.” His chuckled seemed to calm Ena's nerves as she made her way over to a barstool.

“Right... It's Ken, yes? My brother keeps raving and ranting about this place and a Ken...” Ena asked.

“Shiraishi Ken, at your service. You Akito's sister?” He cut to the chase, making a small platter of food.

“Ah... Yes.” Ena smiled. “Bet he says all bad things, hm?”

“Only half of the time. The other half is things he thinks are insulting but just show how much he cares.” Ken chuckled. “Feel free to stay as long as you need to. Any orders are on me, okay?”

Ena blinked. “W-Wait, isn't that bad for business...?” A small smile and an eyebrow raise told her he probably didn't care. “Th-Thank you!” He moved away to serve a different customer as Ena pulled her sketchbook out.

A deep breath in as she looked at the stage. It seemed like a good place to start...

About thirty minutes later, a small group came in, greeted by Ken. She vaguely caught when they asked to sing, and watched them move to the stage. It was a good opportunity to practice emotions, so Ena started sketching the faces. Two hours later, the page was filled with singers faces, parts of the restaurant and she had started combining the things on a different page.

“Mind if I see what you have so far?” Ena jolted as Ken asked, looking up. “You were drawing all day, right?”

A nod, and Ena slowly showed Ken the work. He looked over the page, the small smile never leaving. Each moment passing caused Ena to tense more, bracing for the worst.

“I think it's pretty perfect. To me, you caught the way the singers were having fun really well, along with the song messages. I don't know much about art composition, I only know what my roommate from college told me. But I think that's pretty good too.” Ena blinked. “I think my only suggestion is add colour when you can. Bright ones, if you think it fits.”

“Wh...” Ena looked at her work. She was sure it was bad. A customer came over to pay and noticed the art, before agreeing with Ken and waving goodbye. She looked at the art again. “But... My teacher would s—”

“Art is subjective, right? Sure there are rules to try and make it more appealing to the masses, but if it even makes one person feel something besides ‘ew, that looks bad’, I think it's done it's job.” Ken added, handing the sketchbook back. “So. I'd say this art is good since it's resonated with at least 2 people.”

Just as Ena was about to thank him for the confidence boost, the door of the restaurant burst open. All Ken could do was chuckle as Ena blinked in confusion.

“GET YOUR OWN SURROGATE DAD!” Akito yelled. Ena huffed and got angry right back.

“All I did was get a bit of an eye opener, shut up! Besides, I wouldn't have just wandered in if you took me here before once!” Akito scoffed as he stormed in, followed by the rest of Vivid BAD SQUAD chuckling.

“YOU DON'T SEE ME ADDING YOUR GROUP ON NIGHTCORD?!” Akito huffed.

“Jokes on you, Mizuki has tried like 4 times to add you so that threat doesn't bother me!” Ena shot back.

Ken clapped his hands. “How about you two bicker through song. You are on Vivid Street.”

“BEAT HIM, ENA-SAN!!” An cheered. The siblings looked at each other then took off to the stage.

All the while, Ken simply smiled and chuckled.

[aguamarinee]

➪ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Maki × reader

➪ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, crack

➪ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Y/n and Maki have been trying to set up two of their friends for dates, but so far all of their tries proved unsuccessful. Luckily for them, there comes a perfect opportunity to try again. But the events don't turn out exactly the way they want them to... and this time they have to get involved, way too deep for their liking.

➪ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: ,,Seven minutes in heaven? With you? I didn't sign up for this."

➪ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 6,7k (I went so overboard with the plot man T_T)

"—What?! You're kidding!" Maki freaked out quite loudly in the school cafeteria, earning some weird looks pointed towards our table when it was just the two of us sitting there.

It didn't help that in the heat of the moment he stood up and lightly slapped his tray down onto the table — he almost knocked over his milkshake but I caught it at the last minute before it could spill out everywhere.

All I could do was sigh and give him a judging look, thankfully he got the message and sat back down quietly, and I handed him back his precious drink.

"Yeah... I wish I was, but I'm not." I continued, toning down my voice and leaning closer to him to resume the story. "I swear I hinted pretty damn aggressively to her that she should wait at the courtyard after school. I mean I had no idea how much, but I told her nonetheless. That was what we talked about all day! And we had two empty classes to talk because the teacher was absent..." I sighed again and took a bite out of my sandwich, so while I'm spilling the news to Maki during the lunch break, I get to eat something as well.

"Anyway, that was until you messaged me about the exact time." I gestured towards him, he nodded, confirming while listening intently. "And by then we were having our last class which was different, but I tried to catch her in the corridor. I almost missed my lesson since I couldn't find her, so I just messaged her instead. I told her to wait for me, so I can keep her company while you and your friend arrive. She saw my message and answered as well, during the lesson. But when I ran to the courtyard 5 minutes after we were dismissed, she wasn't there!" I whisper-shouted to Maki, getting a bit too into my story. I took another big bite out of my sandwich and waited for him to talk.

At first, he just lightly facepalmed and let out a quiet groan.

"Then I don't understand— it was so obvious! No offense but your friend can be a bit absent-minded sometimes..." He trailed off, then started to eat his lunch too. I just shrugged at his remark, still munching, motioning him to continue. "It's true that we got there like 15 minutes after classes were over, but we had P.E. for last and you know how that goes." He rolled his eyes. "Also, our team lost the impromptu basketball game so we had to sweep out the gym and gather all the lost footballs, volleyballs, basketballs, and other supplies, then take them back to the storage room. That's why we were a bit late, but after we got the packing done, damn, I was rushing to the changing room so fast, dragging my friend with me." He laughed a bit and sipped on his milkshake.

I acknowledged this silently while continuing to eat, nodding along and smiling at his silly side of the story.

"I wanted to give a heads up that we're running late but I left my phone in the locker so I figured whatever, and just tugged my friend with me through the corridors so we don't waste more time. But as I saw from afar that neither you nor your friend was there, I got pretty confused. And slightly alerted." Maki looked me in the eyes a bit sharply, expecting me to continue again and explain my situation further. I swallowed my drink and began talking yet again.

"Well — 10 minutes earlier —, seeing that she wasn't there I went into panic mode too and immediately messaged her, thinking that she got lost or got caught up by something — I don't know, I was short on time." I smiled sheepishly at him. "But she wasn't answering and wasn't online, so I opted to try and call her. I started pacing around the courtyard while dialing her number, but I was worried that you guys can arrive anytime and it would be incredibly awkward to see only me standing there, waiting anxiously. So after a minute, I ran off to her classroom, to check there. Although I told her clearly where to go, I thought I should see, just in case. Then I ran to our shared classroom. Then ran to our shared lockers, but still no luck. So I grabbed my coat and went to the school's gate for a last effort, but of course, no luck there either. Between running around I was trying to call her nonstop but she never picked up, not even once! And that was my last straw; I couldn't reach you or her, so I just went to the bus stop and traveled home... I don't know, at that point, I really didn't feel like doing anything." I chuckled lowly and shrugged my shoulders again.

"Right, I saw the messages and two missed calls after I went back to my locker and I felt bad, but it's not like I knew that things were going South this much. But really, it just came out to be the worst-case scenario this time. We suck at being good wingmen, aren't we?" He laughed too, between small bites.

We haven't got much time left from our lunch break so it was time to get to the end of the story.

"...But I'm curious," I said after a minute of eating in silence. "When you saw that none of us were there at the courtyard, what did you do? How did you play it off? Did you just tell your friend to forget about it or what?" I asked and locked eyes with him once again, with a hint of mischief.

"To be honest I tried playing it off cool, but I have no idea if I succeeded or not. We just walked around the courtyard a bit, in a big circle while talking about everyday stuff. I lied that I just wanted to have a nice chat with him — which wasn't suspicious at all..." He dragged the last word out and rolled his eyes playfully.

"—Good thing you didn't start holding his hand or something, to guide him around the courtyard as if you're on a date." I cut him off laughing, already imagining the scene. Maki gave me a look but continued after a few seconds, elegantly ignoring my previous remark. "But yeah, in the end, it seemed like he got over it. Pretty sure he found it strange but it didn't come out as embarrassing as downright telling him that I set him up with a girl and it backfired." We both snorted at this then sighed quietly, finally finishing our lunch.

After a couple of last gulps from our drinks we stood up, took our trays to the disposer, and walked out of the cafeteria side-by-side.

"Do we know what happened to your friend though? She's okay, right?" Maki stole a glance at me while we were walking back to our classrooms, ready for our last class of the day.

"Yeah, in the evening she called me back. She told me she suddenly needed to run off because something important came up, so she couldn't wait. I guess we were just incredibly unlucky." I looked at him and hit his shoulder playfully while grinning.

Although it wasn't as funny 24 hours ago — running around and planning this whole thing in the morning —, as talking about it now, but our idea backfired so much that it was truly laughable.

It wasn't our first try though, we attempted to set up our friends countless times in breaks too — pushing them towards each other accidentally, or making them sit at the same table at lunch and other things like that.

But this was our very first bigger 'operation' on getting them to talk.

I have no idea when did we start doing this, or why did me and Maki think that this is a good idea, but it seemed fun.

And we both agreed on the fact that they should date, so why not?

But after this unlucky experience, I guess we need to think even bigger...

What though? How though?

Drag them into a double date—?

"Y/n!" I heard Maki calling my name from further away in an excited tone.

Oops, seems like I fell behind while thinking hard about our next step.

I ran up to him, meanwhile, I heard the first signal of the bell and took a mental note that it was almost time for our last class to start.

"What's up?" I raised my eyebrows, wondering why was he acting very chipper and happy all of a sudden.

"I just remembered something very good and useful, for our next plan." He was grinning widely, his eyes almost disappearing because of his signature smile, creating small crescent shapes.

This is the first time I'm noticing something about his smile...

"Yo, did you just get your braces taken off?"

I asked with a similar grin while turning to him, but at that exact moment the bell started ringing and both of us dashed into our classrooms without another word.

...Something very good and useful, my ass.

This party is neither very good nor useful for our plan at this moment.

I hope you're rushing Maki, because I'm about to die of boredom.

I thought we agreed on a fixed appointment when we would all get here!

But of course, the boys had to be late — almost 30 minutes by now.

I suddenly heard a light buzz and I snatched my phone from the coffee table without thinking.

I was pretty invested in the conversation with my friends, but even more invested in my master match-maker plan with Maki.

As I had the phone in my hand the screen lit up and I saw Maki's incoming message.

» The eagle has landed. We're coming at 3 o'clock, through the garage. «

I stopped drinking my alcohol-free minty mojito while rereading his text, because I needed a few moments to myself, trying to understand his written words.

What the heck, Maki...

But when I looked to my right — where the second entrance took place, straight from the garage — I caught a glimpse of his green jacket and he sent me a subtle wink, signaling.

That means the operation is starting.

His friend didn't see us and headed to the kitchen immediately to get a punch or a cocktail for himself, Maki following close behind.

My friend didn't catch our small spark of interaction either as she kept drinking her own light piña colada, happily chatting with her other friends.

The house was lively, to say the least. This made me excited too about what was to come, but this was the moment I relaxed completely since finally the two of them arrived.

People from our school were everywhere in high spirits and a bit tipsy from the small selection of colorful alcoholic beverages.

Although, weirdly enough I didn't see anyone else come in after Maki...

Where are his other eight friends though?

Because I know all of them have been invited.

Compared to a real nightclub the lights were pretty ordinary and weren't as hard on the eyes, but for a normal family's home, there were sure some funky lamps and ceiling lighting, top lights hanging down to illuminate us.

For a moment with the small flickerings above us, it also felt like the lights were illuminating our whole night extending into the future, predicting how will this crazy evening end.

I kept looking through the crowd that was gathering in the spacious living room, a part of it lingering towards the balcony, and also more people were coming out from the kitchen; catching up, introducing each other, or starting to mingle to the soft music.

But no matter how eagerly I searched for our other friends that I knew were invited, I couldn't find them in the tremendous number of my schoolmates.

They're probably not here yet... It's possible that they're coming even later, I guess?

Although I don't think everyone is coming — I doubt that Yudai or Fuma is bothered enough about a simple party when their finals are at stake.

...They'll get the key events in picture or video form anyway, provided by Nicholas and Harua.

Scanning the whole room again — and still finding nothing — I resumed the talking and put my phone back on the glass table.

I guess we're good to sit here until the music gets louder, after that — as we're not planning on taking part in the dance party — we'll just go upstairs to one of the bedrooms and play the game.

Which is supposed to be the big sensation of the party, at least in my and Maki's book — because that's where our mission starts.

Spin the Bottle and from then, Seven Minutes in Heaven.

And we plan on pairing up our friends with... A little bit of cheating but that doesn't matter.

Or, technically it's not even cheating, we're just changing the rules a tad bit. It's fine. It'll be worth it.

I hope.

"—Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!"

Suddenly a random mic went off loudly in the building, the speakers blasting the sounds through our ears.

As I looked to the front I noticed none other than Nicholas, being the owner of the booming voice, holding the microphone with a way too excited grin.

He was standing on a small podium and beside him Yuma was turning up the amplifier's volume which caused the sudden surprise and earache for everyone.

Way to announce their arrival...

And my prediction was on point; everyone came except for the two oldest who were probably at their homes and studying their asses off even at this hour for their finals.

Although, I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

At least they won't see much of the stuff that'll happen here tonight, but at the same time I'm scared nobody will be able to hold back Nicholas—

"How y'all doing? DJ Nicholas is in the house!" After a bit of silence, the crowd started to hype him up and I hid my face in my hands, feeling incredibly embarrassed to call him my friend at this moment.

Someone stop him, please.

As I looked at the others Yuma and Taki were trying really hard to keep it together, while Harua was already filming the very first cringe event of the night. Euijoo and Jo just seemed lost and confused beside them.

A bit further away I noticed Maki and his friend exiting from the kitchen with their drinks, Maki joined Taki and Yuma and told them something, then signaled my way.

Taki immediately noticed me and waved, which also meant it was about time I take my friend and leave the living room and Nicholas' newly made chaos.

As I kept looking at them, waiting for them to go up the stairs Yuma noticed me too. He smiled in his signature way with his snaggletooth showing, then Harua made eye contact with me for a moment as a greeting, not giving up on filming the older.

I have to give it to Nicholas, he's hyping up the crowd well and the real party is finally starting.

I don't know if it was intentional or he's just being extra and bored, but this means we're able to sneak away with the others.

I caught a glimpse of Maki already going towards the stairs' direction, beckoning the boys to follow him and having to drag away Jo and Euijoo from the show.

But he purposefully left out Harua because we need the cringe content and occasional blackmail material for Nicholas... Usually, he's the one who has his camera on 24/7 and has tons of embarrassing pictures and videos saved. I mean the rest of us doesn't have that many files combined, as he has alone.

Which is scary. But at least we're getting back at him a little bit.

Trust me, he deserves it.

"Hey, do you want to go upstairs? I'm not feeling the party vibe right now so maybe we can get away for a little? It feels a bit too crowded right now." I turned to my friend and I paid attention to express my words carefully so only she was able to hear them.

She pondered over my offer, taking another sip from her drink then shrugged her shoulders and stood up.

I copied her moves and set my sight on the staircase not too far from us.

We sneakily made our way around the big 'L' shaped leather couch we were sitting on and carefully pushed through the already dancing crowd.

Damn Nicho, you could have waited a little bit with the music though.

As we got closer to the first row of people that were in front of the DJ counter, I caught Nicholas' eyes and stuck out my tongue to greet him in my own way.

His grin grew wider and he quietly laughed while still mixing the music.

I nodded my head in the second floor's direction, signaling that all of us will be there if he would grow tired of being the in-house DJ.

And while we were at it I said hi to Harua as well, with words this time, giggling at the fact that he was still recording.

Finally, as we went up the stairs we came across a couple of rooms and as we looked through the aisle of doors one of them towards the back was left open and light came out from inside.

I guess we've found the others, nice.

I hope they haven't started the game yet.

"Yo, check this out, Y/n!" Taki bumped my hip playfully and suddenly his phone came into my vision.

"Harua sent the video into the group chat and Fuma just answered!" He said between giggles. "But I think Yudai is also with him since they saw it at the same time. They're probably having a break right now if they checked their phones."

As I looked at the device and read through the short conversation in the chatroom I chuckled as well, a smile forming on my features.

I happily laughed with Taki, a bit further away from the others.

We were still waiting for Harua to join us, especially since we ordered him to steal some snacks from the kitchen.

Our group was seated in a semi-circle on the bedroom floor, everyone still chatting and joking, not prepared for the upcoming game.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Maki eyeing me, but I didn't think much about it. I ushered Taki a bit closer to the others but remained next to him, still talking.

He was playing with an empty wine bottle in his hand that he picked up when he arrived — and it will be our helper for the game.

Because, well without any kind of bottle it would be pretty hard to play Spin the Bottle.

Shortly enough Harua arrived with chips and some sweets and he informed us that Nicholas will be present soon too.

I guess he doesn't want to miss the real sensation of our night... And the real chance to take those embarrassing pictures and videos.

We settled into a nice circle with everyone — in the meantime a couple of other girls joined as well after they noticed me and my friend were missing, but I didn't mind — as long as a lot of us gathered up, the fun is just increasing.

"The more, the merrier." Taki whispered to me with a grin and plopped the empty wine bottle into the middle of the circle.

As I looked through our group of friends everyone was comfortably seated beside each other, and I started counting them for the sake of the game, and when it came to Maki we made eye contact immediately and I was sure we were thinking the same thing.

"—Wait, we're odd." Maki interrupted the chit-chat as I was preparing to say the same thing. "We have to be even because later on we'll make pairs." He said with a serious face.

"Well, Nicholas is coming too." Harua chimed in.

"Oh please, we'll complete at least three rounds until he escapes from the party down there." Yuma rolled his eyes with a snort, dismissing Harua's answer.

"Then I'll join too, so we'll be even. And the only game master left is Taki then." I said with a small sigh, getting slightly impatient.

"Are you sure? I can join too, instead. You don't have to if you don't want to." Taki leaned closer, his brows furrowed in a slightly concerned expression.

"It's fine, it's better if you're the game master anyway." I smiled at him then caught Maki's eyes again, nodding.

"Okay, cool. Now, we can start the game. Bring on the first spin—!"

"Wait, how does this work exactly?" Maki's friend interrupted at the last minute, catching him off-guard.

The others just looked at him with a confused expression.

"You guys said that later we'll make pairs. And as far as I remember, you don't need pairs for the traditional version of the game." My friend joined, backing up his statement. "Or at least, I think that's what he meant."

I bumped Taki's shoulder and sent him a meaningful glance that he, as the only remaining game master — and the third person who knew in detail about my plan with Maki — should explain and refresh the rules.

"Okay, then allow me to explain!" Taki announced eagerly. "We're combining two games; Spin the Bottle and Seven Minutes in Heaven. First, we'll spin the bottle and when that stops on somebody, the others — with the game master's guidance — get to decide that person's partner for the next seven minutes, in that closet." Taki pointed to the corner of the room where a seemingly spacious wardrobe stood, emptied out — as many clothes were thrown on the bed — equipped with double doors. "That's all. Everyone ready?" As he finished, there were some groans and whistles heard, meaning that some people were more excited than others.

Before we started I exchanged one last subtle wink with Maki as he was sitting beside his friend, my friend beside his in a good mood and the other girls scattered around, a lot of them sitting close to Jo or Yuma and the small snack bar Harua set up before.

I purposefully settled opposite Maki and our two friends whom we set up, so I can keep my eye on them from afar and occasionally tease them.

...Also to keep Taki in check, because you never know with him.

"How much time is left?" I whispered to Euijoo because he was the one who had set the timer on his phone for this round's seven minutes.

"They have less than a minute." He responded and there was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Do you think anything happened?" One of the girl's friends asked.

"I think Jo is just trying to survive in the corner." Yuma laughed and after his remark the whole group let out a snort, approving of his words and some of them already imagining the comical scene.

"...She's been crushing on Jo for years now, but she always said that he's just her hallway crush." Said the same girl who asked the question.

They were a group of four in my class that I wasn't so familiar with, and one out of these girls got chosen as Jo's partner for this round — mainly by her friends but Taki allowed it so as a result he got a slight glare from Jo before he went into the closet.

And now as their time was coming to an end suddenly everyone started guessing and whispering, trying to listen in if something was going on or not.

"Hallway crush? Does she have different types of crushes? For every occasion?" Yuma asked in disbelief.

"Well not every single occasion, but to say another example, your friend, Nicholas, he's her P.E. crush." She shrugged her shoulders with a smile.

"What? How does—" Yuma raised his voice as he grew more interested in the topic but luckily Euijoo's phone cut him off.

"Okay, times up!" Taki shouted to them, then stood up and opened the wardrobe's double doors, dismissing the previous conversation.

Jo immediately stepped out with a slightly worried expression. The girl a couple of seconds after him, with relaxed, even confident strides as she sat back beside her friends.

Nobody said anything, Taki was chuckling lowly, trying to keep it together just like the others.

Jo averted his eyes and walked back in a robotic manner to sit back down beside Harua.

He said nothing but his ears peeked out from his shorter hair and they were a bit reddish, differing from his natural skin tone.

Yeah, something definitely happened.

Although Harua kept on giggling as well, he patted Jo's shoulder in a comforting manner to make him feel better.

"Hey, Jo..." Suddenly Maki spoke up, making eye contact with the said boy. "Not to be like that, but there's a lipstick mark on your left cheek." He informed him as discreetly as he could, without laughing loudly but he almost lost it at the end.

As I looked at Jo I noticed the mark that Maki was talking about and I had to use my hand to tone down my laugh.

He just looks so lost and embarrassed. Sorry, Jo.

We'll make it up after this night... Somehow.

"Thanks." The tall boy muttered in a low voice, barely audible to the others and suddenly stood up and excused himself to go to the bathroom.

"I think we broke Jo." Euijoo said after the friendly banter and laughter died down.

"...You got a photo though, right Harua?"

"Let the guy live, Yuma! Or I'll make sure that you'll be the next candidate." Taki threatened the older with a smile, but there was a naughty glint in his eyes.

"Bring it on!" Yuma retorted enthusiastically with a big grin, his snaggletooth showing again.

"Oh-oh, Y/n." Taki's teasing tone woke me up from my daydream and as I looked at him I noticed the bottle's mouth was pointed towards me.

"Now you wish you've stayed as a game master, don't you?" My friend asked me with a playful smile.

"Your time will come too. Very soon!" I replied with the same attitude.

"Now, now. Let us choose your dear partner for the seven minutes." Taki continued teasing, then turned to the others to start deciding my fate.

Challenge accepted.

Honestly, I didn't think I'll have to participate in the game for real — I mean there was a slim chance for the bottle to stop on me.

And I planned on reclaiming my position as game master after Nicholas shows up, but that didn't happen yet, so I guess I'll have to take up this challenge.

"—Right! It's decided then! Y/n's partner will be Maki!" Taki announced happily and I snapped my head in his way, then in my friend's way.

Challenge not accepted. Challenge declined.

As I saw her laughing with Maki's friend and I felt a weird feeling in my stomach that I couldn't explain right now.

I knew immediately something was going on, but when Maki stood up and looked at me expectantly to accept our penalty I needed a moment to calm down and stand up without staggering.

"Well, I guess we got set up this time." He laughed in a carefree way.

"Yeah, and I guess I know exactly who set us up." I gave him a lopsided smile as we walked to the wardrobe.

You know... Now that I'm looking at it up close, it doesn't look that big.

Ok, maybe it won't be as comfortable but this is Maki we're talking about, he's been my friend for ages!

There's nothing weird about this, besides, it's only seven minutes, like come on... You can do this Y/n.

We won't end up like poor Jo over there.

....Right?

"Okay! The seven minutes are starting now! Have fun, kids! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Taki closed the double doors on us with a sudden movement and we were left in the dark.

This is so weird already, it's just the two of us here, but at the same time, I know everyone is eavesdropping just a door away.

I couldn't see much, but I was sure Maki stood opposite of me leaning into the corner because I felt his presence quite closely.

If both of us would move just a bit, then our bodies and faces would be touching for sure.

Should I start a conversation? We're going to be here for seven minutes... Why am I acting all weird and embarrassed, this is Maki I'm locked in with!

"...Man, I want to get out already." I heard Maki whisper, his voice came from even closer than I had anticipated. I could almost feel his breath and a small sigh on my face.

"Same." I answered, trying to move my head a little bit to the side. "But we have to wait seven minutes for that." I said nonchalantly.

"And if I kiss you?" He asked after a few moments of silence.

You do what—?

I suffered in silence after I choked on my breath, hearing his quiet words.

"I mean, maybe the sooner we kiss, the earlier they're letting us out. It's worth a try."

He was speaking in such a casual tone that I didn't know how to react properly.

I was relieved he couldn't see me at this moment otherwise, the heat creeping up my neck and cheeks would have debunked my feelings.

It's not like I don't find Maki handsome or attractive, but I've never thought about him in this way...

And I'm sure he would say the same.

But what is his plan?

"I don't think it works like that, Maki..." I whispered back a bit firmly, trying to dismiss his hasty idea.

But before I could knock some sense into him I felt his hands softly sneak onto my sides, one of them stopping at my hips and the other reaching for my waist.

"Maki, what are you doing?" I whisper-shrieked and as I was panicking about where to put my hands, they bumped his chest; I was lightly trying to push him away.

Not that there's much space where I could push him off, but still.

My cheeks were getting dangerously hot so I had to do something.

"Just trust me, I'm sure they'll let us out!" I heard his words directly beside my ears, and I felt goosebumps traveling up my exposed arms because of his low whisper.

"They didn't let out the others either, what makes you think they will do it for us?" I was getting slightly frustrated by his actions.

He was holding me so tenderly and I swear I saw the way his eyes sparkled in the dark.

And it proved really dangerous for my heart at this moment.

"We're not supposed to interact with the others in these seven minutes, we're supposed to concentrate on each other only." I spoke softly and unintentionally moved my head closer to his to emphasize my words, and that's when I felt our noses touch.

My heart skipped a beat and I released a small gasp of air.

In the meantime, my hands stopped pushing him away and they just lay comfortably and peacefully on his chest.

He didn't respond right away and as I heard him take a bigger breath, his hands attached themselves more firmly to my sides.

"I am concentrating on us right now. I want to get us out. Will you let me?" His hand moved to my chin from my hip and he lightly tilted my face. And I still felt our noses touching softly.

I didn't imagine being close to him is like this... But I don't hate it that much.

Aren't we friends though?

Aren't we supposed to watch our friends kiss, rather than ourselves?

....Did they really set us up?

I can't believe we didn't notice it sooner.

"Y/n, you're not paying attention." I heard Maki's soft low voice once again, but his lips slightly touched mine as he spoke.

The sudden butterfly touch and the friction his plush, pillow-like lips caused made me try to move my head to the side, but his hand on my chin kept it still, besides there wasn't much room to move at all.

My breath hitched but Maki seemed to elegantly ignore that and connected our lips finally.

I quickly shut my eyes, even if it was dark and my actions didn't change much about my sight, it was reflex.

My mind felt numb but at the same time, thousands of questions circulated through it within seconds.

This is not my first kiss and I know this is not Maki's first kiss either, but then why does it feel special?

I'm not in love with him, we're just doing this because of the game.

But this feels... nice?

Does he think it's nice too?

I had no idea for how many minutes have we been here, but I prayed that this won't be the end of our seven minutes.

Because that would mean the doors opening and the others seeing... This.

And I didn't want that.

I wanted this to stay in between us, our first and last shared kiss staying between only our lips... And not passing it onto other people's mouths, to talk about and create gossip.

The kiss was slow, and soft, neither of us was rushing things.

It went on much longer than I had expected it to, but — sadly or not — not longer than I would've liked to.

It's still weird that I'm enjoying this, but we won't talk about it after this, and won't mention it to the others either.

I was sure that we were taking this to the grave as well as any sudden spark of sympathy or romantic feelings.

As our long kiss ended I noticed that instead of Maki's chest — beyond my knowledge —, now I was comfortably holding his shoulders, and his hand that held my chin at first, now is caressing my cheek.

I opened my eyes but obviously, all I saw was darkness.

Maybe a tiny line of light seeped into the inner part of the closet since the doors didn't align perfectly but it was at our feet, it reached neither of our faces.

Nevertheless, I still desperately tried to search for Maki's eyes and guess his expression, and how he felt.

I knew that his face was in front of mine, so close yet so far from more intimate acts—

"Guys, you can let us out already! We kissed!"

...Damn you, Hirota Riki.

Damn you, and your big mouth.

As he raised his voice, alerting the others of our situation despite my irritated thoughts on the inside, on the outside my body became still, like a statue, and for the umpteenth time this night I choked on a gasp of air in disbelief and surprise.

"...Good, now go on! You guys still have 3 minutes left! Hahaha!" I heard numerous voices from outside, but mainly Taki's as the only game master.

Now my friend's last words before Maki got chosen as my partner hit even harder.

If only I'd stayed as a game master, really.

...Or Nicholas got his partying ass here sooner.

Damn everyone, I'm never going to a house party with my schoolmates again!

And I can already imagine Yuma, Taki, Harua, or the others typing away on their phone to that ominous group chat they have, sharing this exact moment with the two oldest.

It was embarrassing enough the first time when Yudai found out that I said he used to be my senior crush, barely after the first time I had met him.

I didn't dare to look him in the eye for a month!

And I'm still heavily blaming Taki's loud ass because of that!

Now I won't dare to look into his or Fuma's eyes until I die.

I will never hear the end of this—

"Huh? They're not letting us out! Why not?" Maki's frustrated whisper shook me up from the sea of my cringe memories.

"Told you, dummy." Instead of resting my hands on his shoulders further, I pulled them away and folded them in from of my chest.

It's not like he saw me, and it's not like the feeling was unpleasant for my palms... But I did it anyway.

Maki sighed louder this time and I felt him tap the door a few times but it was clear that someone was keeping it close from the other side.

Yup, we're definitely not getting out sooner.

He lowered his hand, feeling defeated but his other one was still gently placed on my cheek.

But he did raise or turn his head because I no longer felt his quiet breaths fanning my cheek.

"You don't regret that kiss though, do you?" As heard his cheeky tone, I knew that he was smiling.

Do I?

"Because I definitely don't." He said after I stayed quiet.

"No, I don't regret it either." I answered finally with a small, bashful smile, still somewhat relieved that he can't see me.

"...But do you know what I do regret?"

Maki hummed in a curious tone, his hand on my cheek alerting me about our situation once again as he continued caressing it and my blush deepened.

"Not kissing you first." I sighed and casually let out a careless laugh because of how absurd this whole scene is and what I'm about to tell him. "I... Kind of wanted to kiss you first. After we got locked in here, and when you suggested... Well, I'd be lying if I'd say that it wasn't in my head."

His warm palm stayed where it was but I felt him move again, and now his other hand supported the wardrobe's wall behind me, trapping me in a way and expressing his interest.

"And isn't it possible anymore? Only I kissed you, but you didn't kiss me yet. We still have some time left." His soft words made my brain and my body slow down, but on the contrary, my heartbeat quickened once again.

I guess that's how it's done.

His forehead touched mine as he hung his head a little to reach my height and that's where I saw my chance.

I put both of my palms on his warm, tender cheeks that were always stretched in the happiest smile, and at first, I pressed a butterfly kiss on his nose, then onto the corner of his mouth, slightly kissing his adorable dimples when I felt him grinning between my actions and finally I found his lips again and planted a longer kiss onto them.

I didn't dare to keep it as long as our first one, while feeling comfortable in Maki's and the closet's embrace I was starting to think that we don't have much time left.

Seven minutes seemed a lot in the beginning and when the others said that we have three minutes left, I relaxed that there wasn't much left.

But now am I getting paranoid or what?

Or is it my sense of time that is off?

Like three minutes are such a short amount of time, and as much as we talked or stood in silence it should really be over by now——

"Rise and shine, lovebirds! Time's up!" The doors slung open, revealing Taki's wide grin along with Yuma's eager expression and Nicholas' teasing glance behind his phone's camera.

Wait, since when is Nicholas here?

And why is he holding his phone like that?

"Say cheese, guys!" He said in a playful and upbeat tone and we heard him snapping pictures while Maki's arm was supporting the closet behind me, his other hand on my left cheek and both of my palms rested on his cheeks. But our heads were turned to the side, looking at the others in shock.

"Scheisse." Maki cursed under his breath at the sudden interaction, but he didn't let go of me.

If this photo is for the group chat...

...Oh Nicholas, you won't be going to live the next sunrise.

We'll make sure of that.

➪ 𝐀/𝐍.: This came out much longer than I wanted to but I'm not mad at the extra details and scenes! However, it really proves that I can't write short scenarios lol. (Also #SaveJo.)

➪ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 【𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓】 !

[deathmetalunicorn1]

platonic Yandere Ror fam with a child reader that's somehow someway been successful kidnapped, and when the Yandere fam does get them back the poor baby is just traumatized.

HEAVY hurt/ comfort please.

-Seven hours, twenty-two minutes, eighteen seconds and counting, that’s how long it’s been since you had been snatched from your pre-school.

-Your kidnapper fired three shots into the air, sending the school into a panic and pistol whipped one of your teachers when she tried to grab you from him before you were tossed into a van.

-When Hades got the phone call, as he was the one to answer, he was stunned silent for only a moment before he sounded the alarm.

-Every single member of your family was ready in less than a minute, ready to rush out the door to go out to search for you.

-Eve, Parvati, and Goll were the only ones who remained at home, to wait for any calls from the police, who were also looking for you and the van that snatched you.

-Eve was nearly inconsolable, sobbing into her hands, calling out for you, calling out for her baby, and the normal crybaby Goll had to be the strong one, keeping Eve strong while Parvati was glued to the phone, waiting for it to ring.

-Jack took the lead in calling the shots, sending members of your family to any way out of the city, the airport, the train station, major roadways, and the marina; the police where there already but family members were quick to join them, not trusting your safety with the police.

-But here it was, almost seven and a half hours later, now dark out, no leads, and no you.

-The van had been found abandoned and Hercules nearly went feral, seeing blood in the back seat, relaying the message to Jack and Loki, who were with him, what he had found.

-Odin broke out the big guns, using his abilities to see all, sending out Muninn and Huginn to patrol high in the sky, joining the valkyries who had busted out their winged horses.

-Tempers had been flared almost instantly, fighting breaking out between your loved ones because they were scared and furious that you had been taken.

-Zerofuku had split into the Seven Lucky Gods, to get more manpower in the hunt for you, but so far no luck.

-Muninn saw lights in an abandoned building near the marina, it looked like a warehouse of sorts, and he landed on the roof before hanging from the ledge to flip down to look in through a window, see a group of men laughing around a fire pit they had made, smoking and drinking.

-He froze, seeing your little body laying nearby, unconscious, not moving, and he could see that you were bleeding from a wound on your head and your arms and legs were covered in bruises, your arms duct taped behind your back.

-He quickly let go and flew off to sound the alarm, finding Raiden, Shiva and Thrud to be the closest.

-Thrud went to get the police and call the others, sending the coordinates while Shiva and Raiden wasted no time and followed the raven to the warehouse.

-Shiva was ready to rush in and Raiden, being levelheaded just for a moment, caught him, “Wait a second, we need to see where Y/N is, they could try to go for her if we just run in.”

-Shiva clenched his teeth tightly, tears stinging his eyes before they peeked in, seeing your broken little body laying on the cold hard ground.

-They shared a small nod and moved to the side of the building where you were, so they could burst in and be right there for you.

-Raiden punched his fists together, inhaling deeply, “I’ll get you in and I’m gonna go for you Y/N.” Shiva smirked almost evilly, giving him a nod as they stood.

-You woke up to the sounds of screams and what sounded like punches, making you whine softly before pain bloomed everywhere and you cried out in pain.

-You managed to turn over, just slightly, and you saw Raiden and Shiva both fighting the mean men who had taken you and hit you.

-Raiden, being the closest, heard you cry out and he punched the man he was grappling with back, turning to you, his eyes widen and quickly came over, scooping you up, holding you to his chest.

-You whined as he hit several of your bruises and wounds, not intentionally, and your arms hurt being taped behind you.

-Shiva kicked the last men, sending him through the wall before you all heard police sirens approaching. Raiden grabbed Shiva’s shoulder as he approached one of the men, wanting to kill him, halting his actions, which made the god start before he saw you shaking in Raiden’s arms.

-The three of you exited the building quickly as police ran up and Adam, who was in the back seat, quickly leapt out, “Y/N!” you looked up, seeing many members of your family arriving, either on winged horses, running, or with the police and paramedics.

-You were numb, almost blank, not responding to anything, you were crying, steady tears running down your cheeks as Raiden kneeled so one of the paramedics could cut the tape off of your arms.

-You concerned everyone when they ripped the tape off, and you didn’t flinch even an eyelash. Poseidon carefully helped you pull you arms back to the front, and he felt his throat clench, rage filling him as you pulled your arms into your chest, like you were curling up, trying to make yourself small.

-You wouldn’t answer any questions from the police, the paramedics, or your family, scaring them, showing them that you were traumatized, but anyone would be.

-When you heard that you needed to go to the hospital, you turned in Raiden’s arm, your little arms going around his neck, hugging him tightly.

-His hands held you to him, anguish on his face as he could feel you shaking as you refused to let him go, shaking your head when one of your other family members asked to take you, as Raiden would have a hard time fitting in the ambulance, but you refused, hugging him tighter, nails biting into his skin, but they didn’t even bother him.

-Several hours later you returned home, now bandaged up, wrapped in Shiva’s arms, as he was the only other one, beside Raiden, that you let hold you, as they had been the ones to save you.

-Eve was crying, seeing your body all bruised and banged up, but was relieved to know that you were only roughed up, your head wound, which was just a cut, was your most serious, needing four stitches.

-Jack and Beelzebub accompanied the police in the interrogation of the men who had taken you, and it was found out that they had been staking out the preschool for days now, as it was a high-end private preschool, and they had seen you being picked up and dropped off by many different people, different members of your family, and knew that your family had a lot of money, perfect to get a hefty ransom.

-You refused to let Shiva go, but he didn’t want to either, his multiple arms making you feel safe and secure.

-You recovered from your physical wounds fairly quickly, with lots of tender loving care, but mentally and emotionally, you were slowly breaking your family’s hearts.

-You could barely sleep, having night terrors of your kidnapping and abuse at the hands of your kidnapers, screaming out at all hours of the night.

-They’ve all to take turns sleeping with you, to help you feel safe and secure when you wake up crying.

-You were barely talking, withdrawn from everyone and everything, you barely interacted with your loved ones, you didn’t play or watch cartoons with them anymore, if was like you were just there and ate their food.

-Each day you would pick one of your family members and they would be the one that you would cling to that day, holding onto them when they picked you up, sitting on their lap at meals, and just clinging to them.

-You didn’t go to school, not because you didn’t want to go, but because your family didn’t want you to go, not wanting to risk your safety again, many had considered homeschooling you instead, so you would be safe at home.

-It took several weeks, plenty of love, and your family standing by your side at all times, you slowly began to heal, speaking a bit more, smiling up at them, and slowly started to sleep more soundly through the night.

-You never asked about your kidnappers, about why they had done that to you, which your family was grateful for, and you never saw the news articles in newspapers or on the news about how the kidnappers were found mutilated in their cells, the wounds coinciding with a bladed weapon and what looked to be claw marks, and police were baffled how there was no footage, no witnesses, and no leads.

-Hopefully, your now dead kidnapper would serve as a brutal reminder to anyone else who would ever be foolish enough to bother you.

[animeniacss]

Seoksoo - (im)perfect Part 1 - Chapter 2

Synopsis: Lee Seokmin likes a lot of things: karaoke, stuffed animals, his friends, his family (when they're not at each other's throats), and when things go according to plan. It's perfect that way. That is...until Joshua Hong, the Education Department TA, stumbles into his view one day and suddenly Seokmin has to start facing the fact that maybe not everything in life will be perfect...but with Joshua, that might just be ok.

Tags: College!AU, ActingMajor!Seokmin, Teacher!Joshua, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Side GyuCheol, Side JunHao, Side Verkwan, Other Idol appearances, Anxiety/Panic Attacks, Domestic Violence (not between the main couple), Joshua is a dork 90% of the time, (More Tags will be Added as needed)

Length: approx. 5.8k words

Chapter 2

The first of Seokmin’s five senses that woke up was smell. Even long before Seokmin’s eyes popped open, somewhere in his dreams, something delicious was tickling his nose. Finally, when his eyes fluttered open, Seokmin found himself staring at the ceiling for a minute as his eyes adjusted to being opened once again.

         Once sight and smell perked up, sound was next. He heard the sizzling of pans and the clattering of plates in the other room, and for a second, Seokmin winced at the loud noise. His head was pounding, and it felt as if he drank two tubs of alcohol. When he sat up, something on the bed shifted. Looking over, Seokmin saw his computer, closed but still on his bed, screen side up. A hand lazily grabbed for it, scooping it up and safely placing it on his end table where it wouldn’t risk falling to the floor. Feet swung themselves over the end of the bed, and he checked the time: 7:00 in the morning. Seokmin got as much sleep as he could count on one hand. Perfect.

         With a hand digging in his hair to untangle a few knots, Seokmin got up and made his way towards his closet. The longer he waited the less likely he would want to get up, so his body forced itself along the wooden floor and to his dresser, where he grabbed his clothes for the day. A white tee shirt with a yellow button up over it and a pair of jeans. Seokmin looked at himself in the mirror briefly. After a second, dissatisfaction bubbled in his chest and he tugged off the yellow button up, tossing it onto his bed and replacing it with a light blue vest. Another check. Even worse. With a click of his tongue, he tugged that off and tossed it on top of the yellow button up. Then, he tried a denim jacket, pulling together an early 2000’s Western popstar trend. Better…

         During Seokmin’s personal fashion show, his phone vibrated once. Then, it vibrated twice. His eyes darted from the mirror to the little rectangle phone lighting up on his desk. He walked over, peering down to see a familiar name pop up on the screen.

[Kyungie <3] (2m ago): Oppa, call me when you can.

[Kyungie <3] (1m ago): Pls love u <3333

         Before Seokmin could reach down and reply, another message popped up, covering the previous two.

[Mama Bear] (now): hi honey call when u can love you

         Seokmin’s hand froze, the tip of his finger just barely grazing his phone’s screen. He bent it back, as if to try and stop himself from opening the messages up yet. His bottom lip caught in between his teeth. He watched until the screen grew dark again, and Seokmin saw how hard he was chewing on his lip. “I’ll worry about that later…” he said softly.

         A knock at the door stood Seokmin upright, eyes widened for a second at the startling sound. After a second of silence, he heard an eager: “Hyuuung? You still asleep?”

         “Ah-.” Seokmin glanced back at his phone, eyes locked on the black screen for a moment to see if it would pop open again. When it didn’t, he felt his heart beat slow just enough for him to calmly utter. “-Still getting dressed. I’ll be right out.”

         The click of the door, followed by it being pushed open revealed Seungkwan, who stuck his head in. “I said I’m getting dressed! What if I was still naked?!”

         Seungkwan stuck his tongue out playfully at his flustered older roommate. “Then you’d have to charge me for a show, hm?” He laughed when Seokmin grabbed the first thing he could – his blue vest crumpled up on his bed – and tossed it in his friend’s direction. Seungkwan, being athletic, caught it with no problem and only offered a sly smirk in response. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

         “Alright, alright.” Seokmin raked a hand through his hair as he turned towards the mirror once again. From his reflection, he saw Seungkwan still standing at the door, now his entire torso poking into view. Seokmin blinked. “What?” He sensed the annoyance in his voice, and saw it when Seungkwan’s lips dropped from a sly smirk to a neutral line. Shit. “Ah, sorry.”

         “No, it’s okay. I’m the one who barged in, after all.” Seungkwan waved him off. Despite his unphased response, Seokmin couldn’t help but feel a guilt-shaped blanket enveloping him, wrapping around his shoulders and torso and threatening to drag him back into bed where he could curl away from the world. He could feel his feet plant firmer onto his floor as if that would keep him in place, defending against the invisible blanket. “I’ll set the table.” Seungkwan offered a reassuring smile, his honey bun cheeks poking out. Before Seokmin could even open his mouth to reply, hoping to fix the situation, Seungkwan closed the door and disappeared back into his kitchen. When Seokmin studied himself once again, his lips dipped into a deeper frown.

         Were his bags this deep and heavy the entire time? He rubbed them, his palm an eraser that seemed incapable of removing the error on his face, and he sighed in disappointment.

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         Seungkwan was setting kimchi eggs onto two plates, with sides of leftover rice from the night before. He looked up, smiling when Seokmin staggered out. He opted for the yellow button-up after all; all motivation to find something else to toss over his white tee shirt was gone, blown away in the gust of wind left behind when Seungkwan closed the door to his room.

         “Hope you’re hungry.” He smiled. Seokmin nodded, sinking into his own seat. He immediately grabbed his chopsticks and watched as Seungkwan sat across from him. “It’s nothing crazy, but I hope you enjoy it.”

         “Thanks.” Seokmin popped a bit of rice and egg into his mouth, the warm and creamy sensation making his shoulders relax. The duo ate in silence for a little while, the ticking of the clock on the wall and the clinking of their chopsticks on the bowls filling the temporary silence. Seokmin could still feel that smile drop from Seungkwan’s face. No, it’s okay. I’m the one who barged in….

         “Sorry.” Seokmin said, making Seungkwan glance up from the rice he had just cinched in his chopsticks. The silent glance made Seokmin shift, tongue swiping quickly along his lips before he spoke: “If I came across as rude in my room.”

         Seungkwan couldn’t help but break into an amused smile, which Seokmin did not know how to read. He didn’t like that uncertainty. “Hyung, I said it was ok. You don’t have to be sorry.” He chuckled a bit, shaking his head.

         “Okay. I just didn’t want to be rude since you made breakfast and everything and-.”

         “Hyung.” Seungkwan said, eyebrow cocked in amusement. “Stop apologizing.”

         “Right. Sor-.” Seungkwan’s eyes widened in a playful warning, and Seokmin chuckled a bit. “Right….” To stop himself, he stuck a piece of egg in his mouth. He liked the taste of the egg much more than he liked the taste of that 5-letter word dripping from his mouth.

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         “Seokmin, you look like death….”

         “Thanks, Hyung.” Seokmin sighed, resting his head on his desk, eyeing up the black-haired male to his left. “Makes me feel a lot better.”

         Junhui flashed a playful grin. “Happy I could help.” He said, before turning towards the board as Seokmin was left exhausted but snickering. After a moment, Junhui must have felt bad, because he looked back over. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked curiously.

         “No,” he said. “My neighbors were fighting all night. Seungkwan almost had to call the cops.”

         “Ugh. That’s so annoying…” Jun frowned.

         “And-.” Seokmin sighed. When Junhui hummed to encourage Seokmin to continue, he closed his mouth. “Never mind…”

         “Oh?” Junhui leaned forward, interest glimmering in his eyes like stars. Seokmin kept his cheek against his desk and sighed. “Well, now you have to tell me.”

         “Hyung-.”

         “Come on.” He begged. “Class starts in 5 minutes, that’s plenty of time.”

         The poor brunette pouted, before finally asking: “Is it weird to rehearse your lines in public?”

         Junhui’s interest immediately deflated at the question. “What? No.”

         “You don’t think it’s weird?”

         “Even if I did, who cares?” Junhui shrugged. “I like being weird. Makes things more exciting.”

         “I’m not talking about you.”

         “Well, you asked if I thought it was weird to do it…so, you kind of are.” Junhui flipped his pencil in his fingers, a seamless trick that Seokmin was always left in awe of. He could never learn, no matter how many times Junhui showed him. “You’re gonna perform in front of people, so why would it be weird to practice in front of people?”

         Seokmin blinked, sitting upright at his desk once again. He…didn’t think of that. “You think?” Junhui shrugged, letting the uncertainty of his thoughts simply hang in the air above them.

         “Don’t overthink, dear Seokminnie. You’ll get wrinkles, and then be destined to play old people, even at your young age.” Seokmin chuckled at Junhui’s comment, nodding his head.

         “Thanks, Hyung.” He said. “I think that made me feel better.”

         “I’m here every Friday at 11 until December.” As if on cue, the professor strolled into the room, a stack of papers under his arm. Seokmin eyed him as he approached the front of the room, the entire group of theatre students falling quiet.

         “Alright, everyone.” He said. “Please turn in your essays.”

         Seokmin dug into his bag, pulling out the finished four-page work. Maybe it was a good thing he didn’t sleep much last night; it let him get this done. While other students, Junhui included, congregated at the front of the room with their papers in hand, Seokmin took the time to scan it one last time. He flipped through, scanning his four a.m. ramblings. Even if there was a mistake – and Seokmin knew there wasn’t – he couldn’t do anything about it now. So, flipping it closed, Seokmin made his way to the front of the room and handed it in. He settled back in his seat, leaning comfortably as class began.

         10 minutes in, Seokmin was scribbling down notes. Just as he put a period at the end of one of the sentences he was told to remember (he also starred and underlined it to make sure), his pencil stopped.

         12 minutes in. His brain trailed from the professor, eyeing the stack of essays left vulnerable on his desk. He could feel his hands sweating, so he clenched them into fists. When he saw Junhui glance in his direction, he shoved his balled-up fists under his desk, burying them deep into his lap as if they were containing ravenous hornets. The professor was none the wiser, chattering on about theatrical history while the class dutifully took notes.

         20 minutes in. Seokmin couldn’t stop replaying one single question in his brain.

         Wait…was there a mistake in his essay? He wouldn’t know for another 40 minutes….

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         “What are you looking for, again?” Mingyu hunched over his friend’s shoulder, his arms practically enclosing the skinnier of the two. Seokmin was frantically scrolling through his essay, eyes scanning each line once, twice, three times, to make sure it was perfect.

         “I think I submitted my essay with mistakes.” Mingyu’s breathy chuckle as he stood over him did nothing to help. While each passing line was left exactly the way it should be, proper grammar and citations as far as the eye could see, that only made the dreaded fear of finding one so close to the end bloom a seed of anxiety deep within his stomach. Seokmin knew there was a garden of those in his body by now.

         “Ah!” Seokmin’s eyes widened. “Look.” He pointed to the last chunk of sentences; the final paragraph used to sum up all of his ideas. “I forgot like two periods. And I spelled ‘conclusion’ wrong.” Seokmin groaned, pressing his hand to his mouth. “Damn it. That is what I get for writing a paper at 4 in the morning while my neighbors wage war with one another.”

         “I swear if they pull that shit again tonight, I’m calling the cops.” Seungkwan poked his head up from the little table nearby, where a large poster board was displayed. Seokmin quickly made the proper edits to his essay – as if it mattered now – and sighed.

         “Don’t worry, Seokmin. I’m sure it’s fine.”

         “It’s not fine. This professor is a stickler for grammar.”

         “He makes it worth points on every assignment,” Junhui added, toying with the strings of his hoodie. He pulled them straight out, up and down, contorting the hood that was wrapped around his head every which way. Seokmin groaned.

         “Maybe I can email him the updated one and explain that-.”

         “He won’t read it.” Mingyu’s bold statement did nothing to ward off the growing anxiety flowers in Seokmin’s stomach; if anything it only made more grow. Seokmin didn’t like the feeling of them in there, sitting and mocking him. He wished his saliva were weed killer sometimes. “The guy reads like 100 papers. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

         “Ah, you’re being over dramatic,” Seungkwan called. “It’ll be fine, Hyung. The writing is the important part, right?”

         “I guess…” Seokmin didn’t sound convinced, chin resting in his hand as he stared at the paper.

         “Mingyu-Hyung, c’mere and help me with this, will you?”

         “Yeah.” Seokmin felt one supportive pat on his shoulder before watching his friend make his way over to the table, sitting cross-legged beside Seungkwan as he began explaining what he needed. The newly formed edits on the document only calmed him a little, and Seokmin sighed. They’re right. There’s nothing I can do about it now. He thought. Besides, it'll only be a point off. Maybe two? It’s just at the end. Seokmin closed the document. He immediately pulled out his calculator. What will that make my average, then? I think I can wiggle a 95. But if I get any lower, then my average will drop and I’ll-.

         “Are you calculating your average again?” Seokmin’s eyes glanced up to see a grinning Junhui from across his table.     

         “…N-no.” Seokmin hated that he couldn’t lie. Junhui snickered, leaning into his bag and grabbing a packet of paper.

         “Come on, let’s rehearse.” He encouraged Seokmin to also grab his audition packet after he saw his friend do a glance around the vicinity. “Nobody except Mingyu and Seungkwan will hear us from this corner, don’t worry your pretty little head.”

         “Right…” Seokmin chuckled shyly, gripping the paper in his hands.

         With Junhui’s help, this corner of the common area fell into a peaceful routine, which Seokmin liked. Junhui and Seokmin rehearsed their lines, sharing thoughts and ideas for how to portray the character of their choosing. Seokmin was scribbling in his blue highlighter as Jun gave him some ideas. He had done some acting as a child, so if anyone knew how to portray a character, it was Wen Junhui.

         “Stop, don’t do it like that.” A voice from the tiny table nearby made Seokmin glance up. He saw Seungkwan’s side profile, a pout and slanted eyes glancing at Mingyu, who was holding up a bright red marker.

         “Like what?” Mingyu asked.

         “Like that.” Seungkwan said. Seokmin watched as his friend took the red marker, causing Mingyu to frown like a toddler who just got his favorite toy truck snatched away. Seokmin’s next breath was a bit deeper than the others, his eyes studying his friends rather than his lines. “The poster is supposed to have ‘Volleyball Tryouts’ centered here.”

         “That’s what I’m doing.”

         “No.” Seungkwan sighed. “You’re making it all on one line. If you do that, then I can’t add the details and information.”  

         Mingyu didn’t look impressed. “Can’t you just put the information underneath the title?”

         “It won’t look as eye-catching this way!” Seungkwan groaned. “You don’t see the vision, Hyung.”       

         Mingyu snorted, nudging his friend in annoyance. “Wh- you asked me for help.” As Seungkwan began rambling nonsense about his posters' vision, Seokmin felt his own vision begin to blur. Their laughter sounded forced to him, an attempt to laugh off growing disdain. That’s always how it starts…when would their laughter subside and leave anger in its wake? He leaned forward, only now alerting Junhui that he wasn’t reading lines anymore.

         “Seokmin?” Junhui mumbled in concern.

         “Don’t outline it anymore, let me fix it.” Seungkwan’s hand extended out, almost as if he were blocking Mingyu. Physical contact this quickly…it wouldn’t be good. 

         “Well, then what do you want me to do?” Mingyu’s tone shot up almost immediately, the laugh he uttered almost white noise to Seokmin.

“Lee Seokmin…” Junhui called again.

         “Watch the professional.” Seungkwan teased.

         “Guys,” Seokmin called, vision clearing as his friends turned their heads in his direction. Seokmin was silent for a minute, studying the scene before him. He gulped, struggling as if there was a rock in his throat. He didn’t seem to have to say much else, because Mingyu put his arm on Seungkwan’s shoulder, a grin on his face.

         “Want to put your two cents in, Seokmin? Seungkwan here loves criticism.”

         “Oh shut up.” Seungkwan laughed, shaking his head. “I was going to put your name on it, too. Nevermind.” Seokmin felt his shoulders relax, and he leaned back in his seat, shaking his head.

         “Oh, no,” he said.

         “Your fighting is distracting.” Junhui piped up, pouting. “How am I supposed to get into character if you two are bickering?”

         “Method act?” Mingyu tilted his head.

         “I already am. My character is patient and I haven’t killed either of you. How much more method acting can I possibly do?” Seokmin chuckled a bit, slinking down in his seat as Seungkwan and Mingyu returned to the poster. He glanced over at his phone just as a text popped up on his screen.

[Kyungie <3]: U free yet? I really need to talk to you soon…

Seokmin felt his blood pressure spike right back up as he gripped his phone in his hands. Junhui, unaware, turned back in his seat and flipped the page of his script. “Okay, now that they are settled, shall we-.”

         “I’m going to run to the bathroom.” Seokmin said, standing up. Junhui nodded, waving his friend off as Seokmin hurried towards the hall, disappearing around the corner. He looked down at the message on his phone screen, wondering if he stared at it long enough it would morph into something less concerning. He strolled straight past the bathrooms he said he was headed to and out the door of the common area. Under the shade of a blue canopy hanger, Seokmin paced the entryway, glancing down at his phone. “What could it be now?” He asked himself, thumb pressed between his lips. “I thought we were okay. I should have called this morning now it’s probably worse.”

         Should I just get it over with? It hurts less when I get it over with….

         Seokmin sighed, opening up his contacts, and pressing the call button next to ‘Kyungie <3’ on his phone. He pressed the phone to his ear, his other hand tangled in his hair as he waited desperately for the ringing to stop and the other line to pick up.

         “Oppa, hiii~.” A cheery voice on the other side cooed. Seokmin sighed.

         “Eunkyung, what’s wrong?” he asked curiously. “Shouldn’t you be in class?”

         “It’s my first break.” She assured. “That’s why I texted you again. Why? Are you busy? I’m sorry.”

         “I’m rehearsing lines with friends. My auditions are coming up.”

         “Oh. Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll make this quick then.” Seokmin nodded though Eunkyung could not see, but she began to talk. “Have you spoken to Mom yet?”

         Fuck. “No…” he responded. “I’m busy.”

         “Well, you always talk to Mom.” Eunkyung clarified. “So, I was wondering if you did today.”

         “No….why….did you?”

         “I live with her, so I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” He heard his little sister sigh. “Okay, can I like vent? I really just cannot with her.”

         Seokmin checked the time on one of the clocks he caught a glimpse of from inside the door, craning his neck to see. “Kyungie, I-.”

         “Please. Oppa, I’m all alone here.” Seokmin sighed.

         “Fine….” He said. “5 minutes. What happened?” 

         “Well, Mom once again fucking came barging into my room screaming that I don’t spend enough time at home. I told her that I’ve been home but she’s literally gaslighting me into thinking-.” Eunkyung’s words became similar to the sound the adults in old Charlie Brown cartoons make, a monotone dribble that gave Seokmin a headache. His free hand gripped the bridge of his nose to relieve the growing tension in his forehead, eyes squeezed tight. “And I didn’t even do anything this time, Oppa. I swear she’s just always out to get me. I was crying for like 45 minutes before I went to class today. It was awful.”

         “Kyungie….” Seokmin mumbled again. “Mom doesn’t mean it. You need to just-.”

         “God, you always say that!” Eunkyung groaned. “Why do you always take her side when you barely even know what happened.”

         “No, Eunkyung, that’s not what I’m trying to say.”

“Kay…” Joy immediately fell from her voice. Seokmin sighed. After a second, he heard a sniffle on the other end.

“Eunkyung.”

“Forget it.” She sniffled. “I’ll take care of it. Go back to class. Talk later.” Click. Seokmin looked down at his phone, watching as the photo of him and his sister in the bathroom with matching green face masks and wide-eyed playful expressions faded away to reveal his phone background. It was one of his ravioli plushies, perched on his dresser beside his smaller cookie plush and puppy dog plushies. He sighed, sticking his phone in his pocket. He pressed his hand to his chest, feeling his heartbeat pick up and then slow down.

What happened now? Heart rate picked up.

Why is Eunkyung mad at me? I didn’t tell Mom anything this time. His heart rate picked up more.

Mom’s probably throwing a raging fit at home. Should I even call her now? It’s been a few hours… Heart rate slowed down.

What does Mom think happened? What should I tell her? Heart rate spiked again, and this time, Seokmin got dizzy. He grabbed onto the pillar holding up the canopy overhead, resting his forehead too the cool column. Seokmin liked the cool breeze of early spring, he had to take a second to remind himself of that while his skin felt as if it was burning in the first layer of hell.

“Yes…Okay, okay…No, no….” A breathy chuckle nearby made Seokmin look over. Seokmin’s eyes immediately landed on a familiar set of light brown locks and a stunning side profile. He was standing just out from the canopy’s shade, the afternoon sun practically illuminating him like some kind of angel. His light brown locks traveled to the nape of his neck, flowing in little waves that framed his face. An evergreen sweater wrapped around him like a warm hug. Oh…him. From the library.

The man was pacing in his own little circle as he chatted in what Seokmin could only guess was English, he recognized some words but most did not register at all. When the male turned towards Seokmin, he felt as if he was about to be caught doing something. Was being caught staring at a handsome stranger considered weird? Seokmin did not have time to process the thought before the male turned around, focusing still on the conversation he was having. Another chuckle escaped his lips, his nose scrunched up and his eyes curling into two half-crescent moons that almost put the one in the sky to shame. Wow… Was all Seokmin could think to himself.

However, maybe he was thinking too loud because finally, two wide-doe eyes glanced up in Seokmin’s direction. The junior felt his blood run cold. This must be how criminals being caught by the police felt like, right? That was how he felt right now, his crime ogling a handsome man in public so shamelessly. The male tilted his head, pulling the phone from his ear for just a moment after muttering something Seokmin had no luck translating.

Before the man could speak, Seokmin was back inside the doors of the common room.

If any of his friends asked what took him so long in the bathroom, he would tell them he was throwing up because that was what he felt like doing right now.

⚔🦌⚔🦌⚔🦌⚔🦌⚔(im)perfect🦌⚔🦌⚔🦌⚔🦌⚔🦌

[Mama Bear] (20m ago): hi honey call me when you can.

[Kyungie <3] (20m ago): Just got home. Talk later love u <3333

[Kyungie <3] (7m ago): Wanna get dinner when ur home next? I miss you QAQ

[Kwannie] (5m ago): Hey, can you meet me at my classroom? I need to talk to the TA about an upcoming assignment. Bring a snack, I’m STARVING. 

         Finally, a reasonable request.

         Seokmin swung by the campus convenience store and picked up a few bags of chips for the duo to snack on during their journey home for the evening. With fall at its peak and ready to taper off into winter, Seokmin felt the winds pick up slightly as the sun descended beyond the skyline just a bit quicker than a few months ago. He made his way down the path toward the education building where Seungkwan was currently residing. Room 101A, if Seokmin remembered correctly. He always did. Hook a right at the entrance and go to the last door in that hallway. Easy.

         Seokmin did just that, the plastic bag of salty goodness colliding with his leg each time he took a step. He shuffled past students exiting the building, excited for the evening and weekend ahead where they had no responsibilities other than self-care. That sounded nice…what should Seokmin do for weekend self-care? He thought about his options as he made his way down the hall. Was Seungkwan busy? Or Mingyu? Maybe he and Junhui could go and rehearse lines again.

         Will Mom or Eunkyung want to see me? Or a better question: Did he want to see them?

         Seokmin immediately threw the idea of self-care out the window, grabbing the door of Room 101A and stepping inside. He stepped aside for a few straggling students, muttering a soft apology to them and bowing his head. He poked his head into the large classroom, standing on the top row of seats and peering down at the teacher’s podium where students were congregating. A professor was typing away on the computer as he spoke to some kids, and when Seokmin’s curious eyes wandered, he caught sight of Seungkwan. He was looking down at his phone, hand in his pocket as he waited for his turn to speak to the TA….

         Oh no.

         Seokmin saw a familiar set of brown locks framing a similar set of crescent moon eyes atop of a scrunched-up nose. He was still in that evergreen sweater and white button up because when would he have changed in the past hour? Seokmin felt all of the blood in his body surge up to his ears and neck, burning as if he was sticking it over an open flame. So, he kept his distance, nestling himself against the wall and as close to the door as possible. You never know when you need to make a quick escape. He wasn’t quick enough, however, because Seungkwan caught him almost immediately. Seokmin saw his friend grin, immediately waving to him.

         “Seokmin-Hyung!” He called, waving his hand. Seokmin only hated his name sometimes, and this officially became one of those times. He shook his head, waving Seungkwan off and trying to assure him that he would simply wait here. No luck, as Seungkwan eagerly waved him over. His friend’s eagerness was apparent, enough so that Brown-Locks looked up from the student he was talking too. His eyebrow was cocked, confused as to what had Seungkwan so excited. With Seokmin knowing that he couldn’t simply wait near the door anymore, mostly in fear of Seungkwan continuing to scream from across the hall, he made his way down to the teacher’s podium.

         “Why are you so loud?” Seokmin whispered, cheeks still tinted a rosy pink.       

         Seungkwan smiled. “Why are you trying to hide out in the open?” He asked. “This shouldn’t take long.”

         “So, why can’t I wait in the hallway?” He immediately saw Seungkwan’s eyes dart towards the plastic bag in his hands. “Oh….” He sighed, sticking the bag out towards his friend. Seungkwan’s eyes beamed as he dug through the bag, pulling out one and ripping it open.

         “Thank you. I’m starving.” He grinned, a chip disappearing into his mouth and puffing his cheeks out more. Seokmin couldn’t help but smile at his friend.

         “No problem, Kwannie.” He said. “Now, what do you need to ask the TA about?”

         “Yea, Boo Seungkwan…” a voice call, breaking the conversation between them. Seokmin and Seungkwan looked over to see an evergreen sweater leaning forward, arms folded under his torso. His smile sent a shock wave up Seokmin’s spine. “What do you need to talk to me about, now?”

         “Now? Why does that sound so aggressive, Joshua-Hyung?” Seungkwan pouted. Brown-Locks – Joshua, now. Wow, what a name - only widened his smile in amusement. Upon closer inspection, Seokmin saw a little beaded necklace adorning his neck, white beads accented with hints of green to tie into the sweater. Did his girlfriend make that for him? Seokmin had to look away for his own mental health. “I just wanted to ask about the grading sheet for the-.”

         Seokmin barely registered what Seungkwan was asking of this TA, eyes practically glued to the floor. Am I being too obvious? He thought to himself. I must be too obvious….My neck is burning….I might throw up. Maybe I should-.

         “Hyung.” Seokmin immediately looked up, seeing both Seungkwan and Joshua look at him. Seokmin coughed into his hand.

         “Yes?” Seokmin could hear the word being forced from his throat so hard it might have broken a bit on the way out.

         “Joshua-hyung says he recognized you.”

         “O-oh…did he?”

         “Yeah. Was it you staring at me outside the common area like two hours ago?”

         Seokmin felt the color drain from his face as he chewed on his lower lip. He’s an acting major…he can easily make up an excuse. “….Nooo….” Well, he can kiss Broadway goodbye with a delivery like that. So much for the lead role, time to throw in the towel.

         Joshua’s lips curled into a smile that had amusement written all over it. He nodded. “Right, I must be mistaken. Sorry.” Seokmin could barely let out a little chuckle. Joshua turned to Seungkwan again. He really did have a beautiful side profile; Seokmin found his eyes tracing it carefully as it would break with too much force. “So, Seungkwan, just focus the first part of the assignment on what exactly you want to get the children to understand by the end. Once you do that, the rest can start falling into place.”      

         “Or-.” Seungkwan batted his eyelashes, and Joshua’s amused smile dropped at the corners. “You could just…give me an A, right Hyung?”

         God, Seungkwan was seriously shameless sometimes. Seokmin could snicker if he wasn’t frozen in place. Joshua seemed to have enough amusement for the both of them, it seemed, as a hand flew over his mouth. A laugh erupted from his lips, eyes crinkling in the corners and the bridge of his nose once again curling within itself. “Aaaaah, Boo Seungkwan…” he sighed, leaning forward again. “If teaching doesn’t turn out to be your calling, try comedy.”

         Seokmin snorted at that one. Joshua glanced back, the duo's eyes locking for a second. “I’ll see you both around, okay? Nice to meet you, uh-.”

         “Wh- me?” Seokmin pointed to himself.

“Yeah, unless there’s another blushing red mess of a guy behind you.”

“Uh, Lee…” Seokmin coughed in his hand. “Lee Seokmin.”

         “What’s your major?”

         “Acting and theatre and uhm…plays.”

         “Well…” Joshua grabbed a few stacks of paper and stuck them into his bag. “Good luck with your classes for ‘acting and theatre and uhm plays’, and I’ll see you around soon. I’ll make sure I get my eyes fixed by then so I can identify you properly.”

         “Ehe…uh….” Seokmin nodded. “Right.”

         Joshua nodded. He did a quick once over of Seokmin and widened the smile on his face. “…I don’t think I’ll make the same mistake again.” He waved Seungkwan off, before grabbing his bag. Seokmin’s lips clamped shut, unable to even nod in understanding. His heart was pounding in his ears; pounding a rhythmic beat down his neck, to his sides, and settling right in his stomach where those anxiety-blooming flowers sat. The rhythmic beats drummed air through the stems, tickling the petals that once lay at a stiff point. The rigid petals began to soften, eased by a beat that felt so intense yet so welcoming. 

         I don’t think I’ll make the same mistake again….

         Seokmin liked the feeling that was bubbling in his chest for the first time in a long time.  

         “Bye, Hyung.” Seungkwan’s voice pulled Seokmin from that beautiful melody in his stomach, but it quickly came to a screeching halt when he saw his friend’s cheeky grin. Once bright and sweet honey-bun cheeks looked rotten and inedible now, a devilish glint in Seungkwan’s eyes. He turned to his friend, smirking. “Seokmin-Hyuuuung.”

         “What?” Seokmin asked, hearing his voice crack. His hand went up to cover his mouth. Seungkwan stepped to his friend and gently looped their arms together, leading a stunned Seokmin out the door of the lecture hall. “…What?” He asked again when Seungkwan was only responding with amused giggles and sparkling eyes. His head rested on Seokmin’s shoulder comfortably as they strolled.

         “Joshua-Hyung thought you were cute. I could tell.” 

         “Oh, God please don’t start.”

         “What? He totally did! I saw it with my own two very good eyes! It was very cute how he looked at you.”

         Seokmin scoffed. “I probably looked like a deer in headlights, Kwannie. There is no way.” Seungkwan hummed as if he wasn’t even listening to Seokmin. Seokmin frowned. “Are you ignoring me?”

         “No.” Seungkwan said. “I’m just thinking of all the ways I can get good grades when you and Joshua-Hyung get together.” He grinned up at his friend as they continued walking down the hallway. 

         “What?” Seokmin’s eyes widened. “You’re living in a fantasy world, Boo Seungkwan.” Seungkwan shrugged.

         “Maybe I am. It’s more fun there, though.” Seokmin was silent for a minute. He could only imagine what Seungkwan’s fantasy land looked like. Most likely blasting the loudest pop songs like it were the Top 100 Station on the radio, that was for sure. Plastered with pictures of everything Seungkwan could only dream of in this world: like lots of money, or Chwe Hansol if he kept beating around the bush. Seokmin pursed his lips together. 

Seokmin couldn’t remember the last time he allowed himself to visit a fantasy world. All he knew was that when he had to return back, the jet lag lasted for days.

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[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Skeleton is late to pick up his kid from school. When he comes there, he sees a man talking with his child, trying to lure them inside their car, and the child is very close from obey. How does he react?

Undertale Sans - He is confused, but prefers not to judge. The child seems so relieved to see him and runs in his arms. Sans just stare at the man for a long time. He smiles creepily at him, goes back in his car and leaves. Sans says nothing to not worry his child, but he won't sleep for three days after that, as he realised he could have lost his child. He's never late ever again either.

Undertale Papyrus - Papyrus screams his child name. The man panicks and grabs the kid to force him in the car. Papyrus jumps in front of the car and grabs the man before he can jump in the car, and then knocks him out. He's out of breath, and shaking, but his kid is safe. Papyrus picks up his kid, calls the police and then goes back into the school. The teacher is going to hear him. What did they think, leaving his kid all alone outside?! He got the scare of his life.

Underswap Sans - Blue is still in service, he came just because S/O couldn't free themself from an important meeting. The guy panicks when he sees the police car and throws the kid on the sidewalk with force. The child bursts in tears. Blue gets down the car and throws the man on the floor. He then handcuffs him and pushes him in the car, arresting him for child abduction attempt and agression. He then comes back for his kid to comfort them and pick them up to go to the police station with him. Blue prefers not to tell S/O about what happened to not worry them.

Underswap Papyrus - His soul stops beating for a few seconds and he runs towards his child, screaming in fear. The man throws the kid in the car and leaves, right at his nose. Honey is having a panic attack, hyperventilating, and begging the car to come back. A concerned woman calls the police to take care of him. Blue won't be long to find the child again as Honey has a very good memory and could describe the man between two sobs. Both the dad and the kid are crying in each other's arms. That was quite traumatising for everyone.

Underfell Sans - "hey you asshole the hell you're doing?!" The man tries to pick the kid to go faster. Red attacks at full speed before he can even put a finger on his kid. He will beat them up in front of his child, before grabbing his kid and teleporting out of there. The kid starts crying in terror. Red hugs him close, relieved everything ended well. He is so angry, he cuddles his kid a long moment to calm down.

Underfell Papyrus - The man only feel a long very sharp bone on his neck and a cold deep voice. "TOUCH THIS CHILD AGAIN AND YOU ARE DEAD. GO IN YOUR CAR AND LEAVE. IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN, I WILL KILL YOU." The guy shits his pants and obeys quickly. The kid just smiles in his dad and says they knew he would be there in time. Well, Edge is flattered, but he's also teaching them self defense as soon as he can.

Horrortale Sans - He growls loudly, and gets close like some cat predator, his eye pupils shrinking as he's understanding what's the guy is doing. The man is unsure what to do, but finally decides to slowly back away from the child and leave. Oak throws a huge rock that breaks the back window as a warning message as the guy flees. He then picks up his kid to comfort them and reminds them they shouldn't talk to strangers like this.

Horrortale Papyrus - Willow screams in panick. The man quickly starts the car. He just didn't expect Willow to throw himself in the way, stopping the car with his bare hands. Willow punches the bonnet, breaking the motor in the hit. The man begs for mercy as Willow drags him out of the car and pins him to a wall. He calls the police right away, and screams at the man all the time waiting for them. When the police comes, the man is screaming like a baby, begging the police officers to take him away. Willow can finally let go and pick up his child, who is curled up in the backseat of the man's car, crying in fear. Willow takes them to have some ice cream after this. He needs one too.

Swapfell Sans - He picks his kid with his blue magic and gently puts them in his car. "Wait for me dear, I'm coming in a second." He then dye the windows to blind the kid. He comes back to the man, takes out his gun and shoots him in the knee. The man screams in agony of the sidewalk, Nox simply smiles, happy his message got well received and leaves with this child. Here you go.

Swapfell Papyrus - Rus panicks and screams the first thing that passes in his head. "kid! kicks him in the balls!" The kid looks at him in fear, then executes himself. The man falls on the ground, crying in pain. Rus snatches his child and runs out of here as fast as he can, the soul beating so fast he thinks it's going to explose. What the hell. Nox was right, his kid really needs to learn basic fighting. He can't do this a second time.

Fellswap Gold Sans - The guy manages to put the kid in the car, but he didn't expect Wine to shoot the wheels of the car. One explode and the car hits the wall of the school. Ok, his kid is a bit hurt, and terrified, but they're scared so who cares. Wine is not exactly the model dad you know. Stop crying, brat, he just saved your life. He swears kids are so ungrateful these days.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Coffee is very silent. He doesn't know why he thought it was a good idea, but he jumped in the car as well, and the guy started driving, not noticing him. Now Coffee is as panicked as his kid and wondering how the hell they're going to get out of this shitty situation. Oh! He knows. He sends a text to Wine. "got kidnapped. can you help?" Obviously, not two seconds later, Wine calls back screaming "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU GOT KIDNAPPED?!" The man jumps in surprise, then screams when he notices Coffee. He stops the car and runs away in fear. There's a long silence. "um... i think i got unkidnapped now, thanks anyway." He hangs up before Wine can say anything. Oh well, guess they have a new car. He drives home with it.

[ryololart]

After the War

Summary: Evanegline teaching at Quantico years after the ending of MWIII

Warnings: Mentions of gore and slight sexual topics if you squint real hard.

Notes: I wrote eight pages on a google doc in two hours because I have barely written anything in months.

I hate teaching. I always have, always will. All the eyes on me in the room like vultures staring from overhead, just waiting for a scrap of meat to fall out my mouth in hope for enrichment. Don’t these kids know I can’t help them?

Price told me this would be good for me. To get out of the house, out of the garage, back in front of people. I wish he knew who was wrong. I was meant to sit there for the rest of my days and sell fixed up cars on Facebook marketplace. Letting my uniform and metals get dusty in the closet. However, according to him, that won’t do. When I left to get on a plane to fly out to Virginia I had to set my profile on hiatus and the messages that flooded my inbox all were in a panic. Where are you going? Sell this to me before you leave? How much for the Rav? I’ll give you 1,000 pound and come get it if you sell me it before you go. My buyers need me, not some snooty rich Quantico recruits. 

These kids need a teacher and I’m barely half a person. Laswell, a friend of his from the C.I.A. apparently personally asked me to come. According to her, my experience in the field and my grit would shape these recruits up. The class itself was about anti-terrorism and who better at the head of it other than one of the two remaining survivors of SAS Team-141. The most famous anti-terrorist team to ever exist says the internet. They make me wear a badge on my jacket with my affiliations and having the skull, wings, and daggers sitting right on my shoulder surely has brought enough unwanted attention in the two days I have been here.  So many gasps and sighs, enough to think this was a porn film. 

All the students are in their uniforms, here at Quantico they are forced to wear black trousers and a tan blazer. They tried to fit me for one, but I waved them off. I told them I wear military pants and a sweatshirt and  nothing more or nothing less. This wasn’t to be different, but I do not need to abide by these standards when I am the one doing a favor here. A boy sits in the front, a few crooked teeth, jet black hair that has been gelled back, and a nasty look in his eyes. His notebook and papers still sit in his bag, unwilling to bring them out until he sees it is fit.  A few rows back and to the right sits a girl with short ginger hair, freckles framing her cheeks, and bright blue eyes. A pen is poised in her hand and she looks at me with almost an alarm in her eyes. These are two kinds of people in this world, those who are passer-byers, ones that are willing to find their way when it comes to them, and those who are willing to grit their teeth and crawl on their hands and knees to get what they want. I found that I have been both of those people and the difference between them is something finite. 

“Hello,” I stand in front of the desk that has been pushed to the front of the room. “My name is Captain Evangeline Thomas, please do not call me that, just Captain or Thomas is fine. I will be clear now, I was asked to teach as a favor to a dear friend of mine. I do not know how I can be of most use to you so please, tell me as we go.” I lean back against my desk, the clinking of the braces on my leg makes me shudder, even so many years later.

“You are really, The Evangeline Thomas? The one on SAS Team-141, the sergeant master?” The ginger girl says out into the open air of the classroom. I can feel the words hit me like glass, clawing its way down my throat and restricting it, closing and pulling shut. I have to cough for fear that the oxygen will soon run out. 

“Yes, I was. I, however, do not hold that title anymore,” So much for introductions. “Why don’t we go around the room and just say our names and ranks. If I am going to teach you I wanna know your names.”

It takes five minutes for the class of twenty to go around and say those basic things. A few stumble on their words or have to ask what we are doing and I nearly throw the yard stick at the front of the class at them. The kid in the front row’s name is Connell, and the girl’s name is Diana. I don’t know why these two kids stick in my head, maybe it is the way she is chewing her gum so aggressively or the way he keeps his stare at the floor. 

“Right so, Laswell wanted me to give a few lectures on anti-terrorism. However, I have never been the academic type. So, how about I give you a few stories and we dissect them,” I move to the board, the short distance between the desk and chalkboard makes me have to plan my steps carefully. “We want to know three things when it comes to cases like this. What is the act of terrorism? How do we stop it? How do we prevent it from happening again?” The chalk skates across the dark green and I forgot how my writing looks like chicken scratch. 

“You know just how to make it look like it could be readable but when you get a good glance it goes right back to scribbles.” His voice echoes in my head like it always does and suddenly the ring on my finger starts to itch again. 

“What happened to your legs dude?” A voice breaks out as I finish the last question mark. His eyes find mine and I notice they are almost orangey-brown, like the dirt in morocco. His notebook has moved from his bag to his desk but it remains under open. The question itself does not surprise me, that is something everyone asks. Over the years I have found silly ways to answer, since technically, it is classified. I told Price’s daughter when she was old enough to ask if it was a bear attack and that I won. Ethan and Lukas were told that I was working on a plane and it blew up in front of me. I suck in a breath before answering, almost being able to taste the gunpowder and blood on my tongue again. Smell the charred flesh and feel the  bits of plastic melting into my skin. Acknowledge it.. Let it flow down the stream. I give a small smile before responding. 

“I got caught by a pack of C4 under a table on a mission to track down the worst Russian-terrorist in history,” I write down Operation Kingfish. “Our first mission we are looking at Operation Kingfish. Does anyone have any clue what this is or is too classified and buried underneath the books.”

A boy in the back of the class raises his hand, he has thick black glasses, shaggy brown hair, and his blazer isn’t buttoned and creased on every inch. “I have been working on cleaning the database of missions, specifically on anti-terrorism. Operation Kingfish was the mission where Team-141 thought they knew where Vladimir Makarov was hiding out.”

“Good,” I wrote Makarov, “What is your name kid?”

“Tyler.”

“Know anything else?” I ask.

“The date was October 8th, 2013, otherwise no.” He says, I hear the slight lisp on his th’s.

“Ight, pay attention cause I ain’t telling this story twice,” I pull the chair from behind that desk that squeaks in protest across the room right in front of the first row. “Take notes if you want, I ain’t assigning no work or nothing. I have no stake in your education, so what you get from this class is up to you. What I am about to say is heavy so don’t be wussing, you hear me?” 

I begin the story and swallow all the resentment for myself. This moment is surrounded by black tar that bubbles and threatens to pull me down head under. I haven’t spoken of this moment since I wrote the report so many years ago, but Cindy, Price’s therapist of a wife, tells me it's good to talk about it. That I have to, or else the tar will drown me. This entire memory feels like a snake bite, it hurts fast and quick and then the ache sets in. 

“As our darling Diana told us at the beginning of the class, I was the sergeant master of the team, meaning for those who aren’t military here, I was the main technician. However, I didn’t just work on our equipment or vehicles. When we had missions like this that were high-stakes, trying to capture the literal head terrorist of our war, all of us were on deck. I also was in the office when we planned it. General Shepard hadn’t betrayed us yet and he would frequently ask me as one of the only American’s on the team for my thoughts on the plan. I would suggest different weapons or carriers. This mission took place in the Karkonosze mountains, located in Ukraine. The elevation and where the base was located needed a specific plane to fly overhead.  Specter 6-4, an AC-130 Gunship is the reason the boys and I got out of these that day. There was not enough cover even with a Delta sniper. He told me he wanted me on the ground if I wasn’t flying the plane. So there I was in combat after a while of being over watch or comms. It was I, Captain John Price, Sergeant John MacTavish who we called Soap. Lieutenant Simon Riley called Ghost, and my boy sergeant Gary Sanderson AKA Roach. Sandman and Frost, two other members of the Delta team, were back up waiting for us. This would be the first of the battles with Makarov himself and changed the course of history.”

I stop and look out into the room, I had gained all the eyes on me at this point. I said the names of the most famous soldiers in the world as if they were nothing. Price, Soap, Roach, Sandman, Frost, and Ghost. Soldiers who were beloved and regarded as heroes. All of them died, other than Price and I. However, Connell’s notebook still sat closed.

“What was your name in the field, Captain?” A girl from the second row asks me. She reminds me of someone I knew and I have to blink before I speak again. She had tanned skin and long black hair braided into a bun. Moles cover her face and arms like constellations and if I didn’t recall her name as Mary I would have called her Liana, my best friend growing up from home. Liana is dead and so is Marcus, her brother. 

“It was Tex,” I narrowed my eyes. “I was called an EMT as a joke when I worked at my first base in southern Texas. When I moved to England and joined the team they renamed me Tex for Texas. Soap said EMT was stupid and I never corrected him.” 

I can hear Soap’s brittle voice with his stupid accent say my name. “Evan, you let them call you EMT? That’s crazy bonnie, you are surely too tough for that. We’ll call you Texas from now on, Tex really.” His laugh was contagious and for someone I had only known for a few hours, he made me laugh harder than anyone before. 

“Tex, I like it.” A warm hand brushes a hair out of my face as I stand before him in the cover of the front door. Even if we are standing before our house, the moment itself: with his hand on my cheek and me on my tiptoes, stealing a kiss from his lips made me feel something I had never felt before. Home. 

I shake my head and continue, the memory fading just as quickly as it came over. “The day couldn’t have been planned better, the weather, the timing, everything. According to reports we had gathered for months, Makarov had been hiding there. God, when we got there ourselves his shit was everywhere. As you can tell where this was going he wasn’t actually there and the entire mission was a bust, yet we did get something out of it. Intel and a folder, all information he had forgotten that kept his trail alive. This is where we knew his real plans for the war, not just the ones that were clear with the start of WW3. No, nothing would prepare me for seeing the knife on the wall holding a picture of my team and X’s threw the faces we had lost. To this day I can tell you every member of that team, how they died, where they died, when they died, and who I had to send their dog tags back to. He had planned to kill every single one of us with detailed notes on who we were. My folder had information about myself I didn’t even know. My fucking deadbeat father’s middle name was on that shit. In anti-terrorism, a lot of the time they wipe our traces clear. No record of our existence. No birth certificate, social security numbers, ID’s, god even my pilot’s license. Everything is highly classified and protected or down right removed. This corner is tricky business as any information on you will be used against you, and most of the time those people are dangerous to a new level. These aren’t your typical war criminals. These are seasoned killers, cyber-hackers, and experts in weapons you couldn’t name in your dizziest daydreams. The room where this information was, was deep in the base. It took going down so many hallways and rooms, we were tired and the fear was heightened. Scepter 6-4 was raining down bomb after bomb and after so many flashbangs my head was pounding. We all were not right when we got in that room and saw the record of our friends' deaths being tracked, no one was looking out for a pack of c4 under a table. Price called the bomb too late. I had always had bad hearing and should have never been in the field. I worked on planes and different kinds of loud machinery that damaged my hearing and I could never have  heard the beeping of the timer. If he hadn’t called it, I would not be standing here. I managed to push off my feet towards the door but it was too late. The damage was done.” 

I stopped and noticed that everything was silent. In the first part of the story, people were whispering quietly or tapping their pens. Now, everything has ceased. Not a single person made a sound. I sigh and slip the coffee from my bag out and take a sip. I found that coffee was better than Adderall, the high of caffeine was smoother than a straight stimulant. Cindy made me go clean, and said I would never meet Thalia if I didn’t. Price and her kid is my entire world and I couldn’t imagine not being in it. So, I quit the drugs and became a babysitter. A weird turn of events for sure. My man always told me he wanted to make me a mom someday and  I told him if he ever fucks me and we aren’t on some form of birth control, I’d chop his small British dick off. He never brought it up again. 

“So, the gorey details now. My legs almost got blown clear off. The initial explosion shattered my left leg and the right leg collapsed under pressure from the right one not standing up well. I won’t go into everything as it even makes me uncomfortable.” Even talking about it, remembering the white flash of pain, makes the nauseous come back. “They say breaking your femur is the worst pain, and as someone who broke two, I can confirm. Soap hit his noggin pretty hard but otherwise I took the brunt of the hit. Luckily for me, 141 was my family, literally. One of the members was my husband and the rest were basically my blood brothers. Even when I couldn’t recognize their faces because every bit of sense I had was being overclocked by pain, Gary carried me out so that the rest of the team could shoot our way through the lines of soldiers coming to finish the job. If he hadn’t carried me out, I would have died on that floor, still moaning from the pain, unable to even conceptualize a scream.” 

In that second I can’t bring myself to continue. Seeing their faces in my mind, Johnny, Gary, Simon, makes the world around me swirl. Nothing can stop the grief from filling my body. It is as the atoms that make me up decided they can’t bond anymore and want to separate. Pulling me in all different directions, slumping me to the floor. The familiar feeling of pain overrides my public embarrassment to be in this class. These stories shouldn’t be told in a classroom, no, they should be shared around friends and family at a bar table. Remembering those who brought us here, that makes this world livable. Everyday I wake up and I see their photo framed on my nightstand. I say good morning to them, each one by name, and I start my day. These were real people, ones I loved, and they should not be examined by those who will analyze every move they made. They should be cherished by the ones who knew them, for everything they did right.

“Thank you.” Connell says, the words catching me off balance. His notebook is open now, and my story is jotted down in simple lines, but only the ones that detailed a circled name at the top. Roach. The anger that was in his eyes is now plain admiration. Not for me, for those I tell in my words. Then I know why I know his eyes, they are the same as Gary’s. I knew him, he was the little boy who received Gary’s burnt dog tags. I look at the name tag on his blazer which was perfectly ironed and set, Connell Sanderson. 

“I don’t personally remember the rest of the story,” Feel it and let it pass, the sweet voice sings in my head. “The record says that in the attempt to escape with Delta right with us, due to our gunship being shot down, Price stayed behind to make sure we got to the evac helicopter. His sacrifice let me keep what was left of my legs. He was in a Russian Gulag for three years until we rescued him, even though we thought he was Makarov. He was asserted K.I.A. the day we lost him and I remember waking up in my hospital bed and seeing my best friend and my husband crying together for him. Those boys don’t even cry when they lose a finger, no, but the loss of our Captain brought them to hiccupping sobs. The moral of this story is that being a part of this, takes everything from you. Your identity, your friends and family, your life. Personal honor does not justify any of this, most joined not out of pride, but out of duty. I joined the military to pay for my brothers’ educations and to get out of the hell that is the border of Mexico and Texas. I stayed in the military because I saw what I had to lose and I joined in the fight to protect it. I lost so much, but you find meaning again. That is the nature of us humans. Simon Riley and Gary Sanderson were lost in 2016 when General Shepherd betrayed us. Simon was my husband and Gary was one of the men I was closest with. He was Simon’s best man at our wedding and often stayed with us when we had breaks since he didn’t have a house in England.  I lost John MacTavish only months later to Makarov himself, he was my best friend. He stayed with me when Simon got deployed without me and taught me every drinking game I know. Only John Price and I remain for the team of over twenty. What I leave you with today, is know what you are walking into as we go over these cases. They only get worse from here, this is just one of hundreds of missions I was on. Next class we look at the beginning of the end, be ready.” 

I leave the class still sitting in these seats and an email in my inbox. 

SAS. OUTLOOK.GOV

From: Kate.Laswell@CIA.GOV To: Evangeline.Thomas@SAS.GOV  Subject: Regarding Class

Thomas, I don’t know what you said, or what you did. I don’t care, don't tell me, just show up everyday for the rest of the semester and I’ll make sure I send you a huge check and an Edible Arrangement from The Commissioner himself.  Better yet sign on for two semesters and I will get you a house in DC. Keep up the good work Captain. Signed,

Kate

Kate Lawsell, Station Chief Case Officer, CIA

[cookinguptales]

wwdits tarot: the hierophant

Thanks for all the support you’ve all given me so far. ;; When I first started writing these, I didn’t think anyone was reading them. But I’ve gotten some really sweet messages and now?? Some people are drawing cards based on my meta??

Love it, *chef’s kiss*, perfect, I cry. I love seeing what y’all come up with. My heart can’t take it. lmao

ANYWAY… Next up. V. The Hierophant.

This is another one of those very fun examples where the character I’ve chosen suits both the upright and reversed meaning of the card.

The Hierophant is a card of old knowledge. It usually implores you to listen to people who have more experience than you do and incorporate their wisdom into your life. This could be a parent, a teacher, a spiritual leader…

A Guide, if you will.

When upright, The Hierophant is really a card of the establishment. There’s a strong emphasis towards established institutions, like universities, churches, or uh. Vampiric councils, as the case may be. It’s a card that says sometimes, the old ways are the best ways.

For much of her time in WWDITS, The Guide has fulfilled this role. She has guided vampires as they fulfill their vampiric council roles for literally centuries. She knows all the rules, all the tips, all the tricks. She knows exactly the way this ancient hierarchical world works — and she is deeply devoted to it.

The Guide is not a vampire that deals well with change. She has panic attacks whenever people start to deviate from the old ways too much, and she is deeply attached to the world that she’s created for herself.

Even if, as we eventually find out, it has become her prison.

You see, as much as The Guide has dedicated her life to, well, guiding and upholding the rules, regulations, and traditions of the vampiric council, that’s not who she really is. She’s a wild child, a rebellious lady — she’s, as they say, a very bad vampire.

Which brings us to the reversed meaning of The Hierophant. When reversed, The Hierophant is a card that tells us to make our own path. Yes, you should listen to established doctrine — but then you should build on it. You should seek out other viewpoints. You should create a worldview all your own, and derive your own meaning from it. And boy does she do that in s4.

In s4, The Guide brings together her wild past and structured present to create a sort of breathless future. She’s still not entirely confident in her new realm (nor is she really sure where she stands with her new boss), but she’s finally herself in a way she hasn’t been allowed to be in a long time.

She is free.

(Free to make very bad decisions sometimes, perhaps, but don’t they all?)

I love how The Guide is attached to the past (especially the council) but is starting to kind of use that as her own power rather than it just being a punishment tethering her down. Yes, she’s spent thousands of years working in the bowels of the vampiric council — but that means that her wraiths are loyal to her and her alone. Yes, she might be a little too into lives past — but she can use their souls to reanimate them as she pleases.

I really hope that in the future she really finds her footing like Guillermo is starting to. She deserves to reverse this card and find a new path forward all her own.

Now, as usual, the imagery:

The Rider-Smith-Waite is a deck that derives from the Tarot de Marseille, which has The Hierophant listed as The Pope, and while they tried to distance themselves somewhat from the Christian overtones, a lot of that symbolism is still here in the card.

The Hierophant sits on a throne between two pillars and raises his right hand in a sign of benediction. In his left hand, a papal cross. There are a lot of crosses, honestly, and you can see his worshipers/adherents in front of him. The keys symbolize the secret knowledge only he can unlock.

(There are also a lot of threes here because of the holy trinity.)

Honestly, though... This is What We Do In The Shadows. That's not really our style here.

So we're not gonna do a lot of that.

Instead, I want the throne to be that of the vampiric council, and I want her to be lounging atop it. Maybe the vampires are out. Maybe she's simply taken what she's due. I don't know; all I know is that for once, I'm making sure she's allowed to sit in the seat that she has so zealously guarded for centuries.

The pillars of the vampiric council stand at her sides, but we can see the cracks in them. This aged institution is starting to crumble, and why? Because we see The Guide's sledgehammers crossed at her feet instead of keys. She still has keys, though. They are being held in her hand; despite technically being subservient for all these years, she's really been the one to hold the keys to this building and everything in it, hasn't she? And I think at this point, she always will.

The wraiths bowing at her feet will make sure of it.

wwdits tarot masterpost

[xweapon]

Handling popularity

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Pairing: Erasermight Rating: Gen Warnings: None Characters: Yagi Toshinori, Aizawa Shouta Relevant tags: Getting together

Summary: Due to his late involvement in heroics and relevancy, Aizawa becomes a recognized hero. Only he has no idea how to handle such popularity, which is when ex-number 1 hero All Might intervenes to help! Notes: Wrote this one for the Erasermight server for a prompt that was given.

With Aizawa's late involvement in almost any hero news despite his best efforts to remain as irrelevant as possible, it was no surprise to find the media latching onto him like fleas. Aizawa, of course, hates the attention, and has no idea how to deal with the sudden wave of it as he accidentally became homeroom teacher to the most problematic class in ages. Toshinori sees him struggling with it, and decides to help him by sharing his past experiences with said overwhelming events.

Yagi feels confident on his tips, he's probably the most experienced hero at dealing with the media after all. He's also glad he has a chance to help Aizawa in some way, as well as a possibility to get closer to him. Truth was, he liked Aizawa, maybe a little more than he should, but he had no idea how to pursue him; sure, they talked about the kids, about being a hero, about being a teacher, but in the end it was always talking about work. Aizawa being a man of few words and himself being a man full of insecurities resulted in their conversations melting into nothing whenever the topic varied. Aizawa getting stalked by the media was not something Yagi was glad of, but the chance of getting closer to him was.

So they started to hang out together much more often, Yagi showing him which restaurants kept VIP customers' privacy safe, how to dress in order to blend in with the crowd, what to do if he was spotted or how to turn down interviews correctly. They were bonding, Aizawa was learning, and Toshinori had found the perfect excuse to hang out together- go to the movies, restaurants, buy clothes. As soon as they started doing stuff together talking became much easier, they talked about food in the restaurant, about what movies they liked once they left the theater, and eventually about anything anytime.

Aizawa looked much more relaxed, both because he was managing the situation with the media with Yagi's help and because he had grown to like Yagi's company. He even smiled for Yagi sometimes, Toshinori's heart melting at the sight. And it was doing so great, amazingly so, to the point Yagi dared entwine their fingers as they walked side by side one day and Aizawa's immediate response had been to hold on tighter. That was, until Yagi woke up to a hundred messages from his agency.

- Call me asap to arrange a meeting. Bring Eraserhead along.

He was confused at first, but something about the media was mentioned in the texts so he tried turning on the TV.

"RETIRED NO1 HERO ALL MIGHT AND RISING UNDERGROUND HERO ERASERHEAD THE NEW HOT COUPLE!"

There were several pictures of them together, and they truly looked like they were dating, particularly when the picture of them holding hands appeared. Shit. Yagi felt panic invade him. He reached for his phone once again, and hurried to call Aizawa, dropping a handful of apologies as soon as the man picked up.

Aizawa waited for him to finish patiently before speaking. "It's okay, really. It's not your fault. There's just one thing I need to know."

Yagi nodded on the phone, as if he could be seen. "Yes, what is it?"

"Is what the media saying true or not?"

Yagi was puzzled. "What?"

"Are we a couple or not?" Aizawa spoke slowly, separating each word.

Yagi swallowed. "I... Well, I'd want to."

"Hm. So I guess there's no misunderstanding to clear up, then."

[discord-thoughts]

My phone was stolen this weekend, and I have so many feelings about them and there’s nothing I can do, so you have the pleasure of listening.

I was working the bar, and when it was slow, I would read. The author likes the thesaurus’s so I kept my phone handy to make notes of the words I didn’t know. When I would help a customer, I would leave my phone beside the book. That was a mistake.

We have her in camera. At 3:23, she slipped my phone into her coat pocket and left. She had been gambling, and didn’t get anything to eat or drink except for three cups of ice, the entire time she was there. She said it was an Irish thing, that they ate toilet paper, and something else too. It had a name; I think it began with a K.

I realized at 3:45 that I shouldn’t have left it on the counter, but it wasn’t there when I went to grab it, so I checked my pockets. Empty.

If I had worn my apron that day, maybe I wouldn’t have left it in the counter, carelessly. I told myself I wouldn’t need my apron, anyways.

I checked my Apple Watch. It was disconnected from my phone. So I called my phone from the lounge. Voice mail. I called again. And again. And again.

Voicemail.

Voicemail.

Voicemail.

I called my husband, and asked to check the location.

“It says you’re at work, as of 20 minutes ago”

I asked him to call.

Voicemail.

Voicemail.

Voicemail.

The panic set, and I had to leave the bar before my customers saw the tears in my eyes. I don’t handle panic well.

I begged my coworker to tell me it was a prank. A cruel joke. I was crying by this point, but she had no idea what I was talking about.

I signed into find my iPhone. It’s in lost mode now. Maybe they’ll try and sell it, and the buyer will call me. I called my data provider. The IMEI is blacklisted. I filed a report with the police. I cried.

I had run out of cloud storage, and ignored the notification warning me for months, maybe even years now. Everything on that phone was not coming off unless I did it manually, with the phone present. Now I pay for iCloud storage.

Photos of my niece, my siblings, my dogs. Photos of the country, and memories I’ll never get to see or send again.

16 half written songs, and a note of bits and pieces. Prompts. Lyrics. Ideas. A TBR book list. Sims 3 achievements checklists. How much I need to transfer each month for bills. Thoughts that I had been hoarding, waiting until there was enough to reread. Random, ridiculous things that I can’t even remember now. Words from the book, that I never got to define.

I had an assignment due that night. I tried to distract myself with it, but I couldn’t access my account without verification via text message. It’s been three days. I still haven’t messaged my instructor. I really should.

I had stickers on the back. Some meaningless. Some from friends a whole continent away. Some from old teachers, on assignments i did well on. Some were inside jokes, or just the context of when I put them on were sentimental.

Text messages. Christmas gift ideas. Birthdays. Heartfelt conversations. Reminders.

Gone.

The address on my phone location updated on Monday, the day after it was stolen. I called the non emergency line, and they sent someone to check. They denied. I sat outside their house in my car the whole time. I waited two hours for the officer, and I watched as he drove away. I cried.

He gave me his work number. I sent him the video of her walking out with my phone. The photo of her face. He said they’ll try to ID her, that he’d call me back in 24 hours. It’s been 36. I haven’t heard from him.

I sent him a screenshot of the find my iPhone. The address updated to 48 streetname Cresent, from its original 44. I haven’t heard from him. I think I’m going to call again tomorrow. It’s 2am. So, today.

I had to buy a new phone yesterday. I called about insurance. I thought I was protected for theft; “Insurance for lost or stolen phones is expensive and tedious, so we don’t outright offer it to customers”. On upgrade fees, financing payouts, activation fees and down payment, I spent $1200. I now spend $13 a month on damage, theft and loss insurance. My phone bill is now $2 less than with my old provider, and they gave me a $10 discount and $5 insurance.

I get tips from the bar, so I had cash on hand, but I don’t know how I’m going to pay for my next semester of school.

It’s a newer model.

It feels wrong.

It’s empty.

All flash, no substance.

I woke up this morning, feeling like a stranger, all because of a strange phone.

I want my phone back. I want my memories back. I want someone to care. I want to stop crying. It’s a stupid thing to cry about, really. I want to curl up in a hole and not exist. I haven’t felt this way in a long time.

It’s just a phone.

I shouldn’t be so upset.

Maybe it’s the mistake.

I hate making mistakes.

I feel dumb.

Useless.

Worthless.

Incompetent.

Careless.

Tired.

Angry.

Sad.

Stupid.

It’s my own fault.

I wish they would do something.

It’s a stupid phone. I shouldn’t be so upset.

[hwanchaesong]

"Taken"

SugarDaddy!Hongjoong X F!Reader

Synopsis: Swipe right and now you're bounded to the devil himself.

genre and warnings: smut, kinks, petnames, slight degradation, angst if you squint, some fluff in the end, and overall dom,possessive!hongjoong

word count: 8.1k

a/n: this is based from these headcannon ATEEZ as your Sugar Daddy. this was requested and is 18+ so pls minors, dni. 

/ ATEEZ Sugar Daddy Oneshots Masterlist /

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You sighed for nth time today, fingers getting numb from the never-ending left swiping of the profiles that the dating app shows you.

Why are you on a dating app, you ask? No, it's not to find a date, what you need is someone who can pay for your academic fees in exchange of something that is akin to their sweet release.

In other words, sugar daddy.

Damn right. You tried everything before this, getting a job, asking money from other people, which all ultimately failed due to the unforeseen circumstances that led you to this last resort that your friend, Yunho, oh so graciously suggested.

You cursed as you saw an another creepy account of a perverted old man, all these entrepreneurs or successful geezers are too much for you take in. There is no way in hell you'll do their bargains that were written in their profiles.

'Dress like a teacher and teach me how to doggie.' goodness, so corny and disgusting it made you want to report that certain account.

"This sucks, why did I even considered getting a sugar daddy?" you complained to no one in particular, and when you were about to give up after what felt like a hundred years, you stumbled upon his profile.

Your eyes turned into saucers, reading everything and stalking his account. Woah, this is like a heaven's gift, a miracle that was given to you for being patient with this stupid dating app.

Kim Hongjoong, 23, Business man

- Just need someone who I can play around with, no strings and commitment attached. -

You then went ahead to look at his pictures, awe filling your heart at his hot and cool pictures. His face isn't clearly seen, but based from this, you can already tell that he's handsome and well built.

For the first time that day, you swiped to the right. Putting your phone on your chest because you feel so lucky, thanking the gods out there for giving you this opportunity. Now, you just have to wait if he'll accept you and you’ll definitely throw a party if he did.

One question floated on your mind before you slept that night, anxious about the result of your matchmaking, ‘Why did no one took interest in him as a sugar daddy?’

The sound of your phone vibrating woke you up, you grumbled while reaching out for your phone, annoyed from being pulled away from your slumber. That annoyance soon turned into panic, seeing the notification and messages on your phone.

‘Kim Hongjoong has accepted the matchmaking.’

‘Kim Hongjoong sent you 3 messages.’

“Fuck!” you cursed out loud as you read his messages, hurrying to get ready because why on earth is that guy even awake at 3 AM?

“Hello, Miss Y/N. I see that you have taken an interest in my deal, let’s meet up later at 10 AM in a cafe near the grocery store.”

You take a look at the time, seeing that it’s already 9:27 AM, shit shit shit. You only have less than an hour to get ready and go over to the meeting place. It doesn’t matter, you’ll just try your best to look decent, be respectful and make sure that you’ll land an arrangement with him.

When you arrived at the cafe (5 minutes before the call time, which you gave yourself a pat on the back), you immediately felt out of place. It looks so fancy, your pants and t-shirt, matched with your messily tied hair made you look like a person who entered the wrong avenue for a party.

You closed your eyes, calming yourself down, ‘Breathe in, breathe out, self. You can do this! It’s for your future!’ then you cracked an eye open, thinking that you don’t even know what he looks like, so how are you even gonna find him?

A tap behind your shoulder garnered your attention, turning around to face the person, you were met with a guy that has the most intense brown eyes you have ever seen. You can’t see his whole face, his mask hindering you from doing so, but one look and you immediately know that it’s the man from the dating app.

“Miss Y/N, goodmorning. It’s great that you’re on time, I appreciate that.” the tone of his voice made you shudder, it’s husky yet warm. Something that feels welcoming but also dangerous at the same time.

You then registered that you were standing there dumbly for a few seconds, you shook your head and bowed to the man, introducing yourself and apologizing for spacing out.

His chuckle made your head spin, “It’s alright, I bet you’re nervous. Why don’t we take a seat?” you nodded your head at his suggestion, following him into a booth. While walking behind him, you perceived that he has a small stature. It’s adorable, you think, not until he removed his mask.

Your breath was taken away so easily, and this has never happened before, mind you. The man is so handsome, striking features that would put celebrities into shame, with a sharp noseline, plump pink lips, high cheekbones, and a jawline that can surely cut you if you tried to run your fingers on it.

A smirk formed on his lips, noticing the way you oggled at him, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” he said, successfully making you blush as you once again realize that you’re daydreaming in his presence.

“I’m sorry I-” you cleared your throat, wanting to explain yourself but was cut off when two cups of iced americano was placed on your table, “Oh? But we still haven’t ordered anything?” you wondered to yourself, but the man in front of you definitely heard that.

“I am a regular in this cafe, they automatically serve my drink when I enter this place.” he said, taking a sip of his drink before you followed, enjoying the coldness of the bitter coffee when he straightforwardly spoke regarding your ‘business’ with him, making you choke in the process.

“What?” you looked at him, then you noticed that his gaze has changed. It became fierce, and even his voice is full of authority.

He smiled, albeit a satire one, “Princess, you should really pay more attention. We don’t want to have any disciplining to happen here, do we?”

Dear lord, his teasing is already making you shudder, and he already gave you a damn nickname.

You internally slapped yourself, gathering your focus towards the man, “I apologize. Alright, I’m all ears.” 

“I believe that we already know each other’s name. So let’s save the introductions, and also let’s leave the formalities since we’ll be much closer after,” his teasing smile never left his stunning face, eyeing you in a way that makes you squirm in your seat. “I want to establish the rules and regulations that you and I must follow all the time.”

He leaned back on his seat, his pectoral muscles bulging a bit from the tight suit he’s wearing, and you have to remind yourself again to concentrate. Do not get distracted by this man’s devilish charms.

You nodded your head lightly, “Yes, Mr. Hongjoong-” he clicked his tongue at the formality, prompting you to be casual with him, “Hongjoong, whatever you say, I’ll wholeheartedly agree to it.” your eyes full of determination, wanting to get the money for your education.

Hongjoong inhaled sharply at your statement. He likes you already, you know how to make him excited even with your innocent words. If you’ll accept everything that he says, then he’ll make the most out of it.

He leaned forward, putting his chin on his hands, staring at you for a few seconds with hidden ferocity before speaking, “Let’s get to it then.”

You let out a shaky breath as you look at the paper in your hand, the scribbles serving as an aid-memoire of what your relationship with Kim Hongjoong is.

Rule no.1: Meet-ups will only occur during Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays.

Rule No.2: Meeting place and time will be in KQ Hotel, 8th floor, Room 1117, 8:30 PM flat.

Rule no.3: No strings or commitments shall be attached in this relatioship.

Rule no.4: Failure to adhere to these rules would mean punishment.

The last rule surely was for you, no doubt, he made it so that he can punish you if you messed up. The way he looked at you was so obvious that he wanted to ruin you, but then again, you’re no ordinary sugar baby.

‘Jokes on him, he’s small what can he do?’ you thought, snickering to yourself when you recall his small hands reach out for a handshake, the one that signifies your contract with him.

Come Monday evening and the tables were turned around. Jokes on you now because even if he looks like a midget, his proportion, stamina and techniques are on a different level.

You were patiently waiting for him in the hotel, already on the front door of the room of your supposedly meeting place, 30 minutes early to avoid his so called 'punishment.'

He arrived at exactly 8:30 PM, wearing a black leather jacket and tight denim pants that did nothing to hide his exceptional physique, making you gulp and look away. His observant self didn’t fail to notice the way you turned your head, obviously flustered at his appearance.

"You're early, that's good. Plus points for you baby girl." he said, patting your head softly before opening the door of the room, letting you enter first.

Once you set foot inside, elegance greeted you, a mixture of black, white and gold decorated the whole space and it makes you feel like you're in a mansion. You didn't have the time to fully appreciate the interior as you already felt a looming presence behind you.

Hongjoong's arms enveloped your waist, his mouth close enough to make you feel his hot breath in your neck, "I really had a stressful time at work today. Won't you give daddy a time for relaxation, hm?" he seductively whispered in your ear, his hands now running on your arms, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

His hands ceased on your shoulders, turning you around to face him, his body dangerously close to yours, making your heart race a million miles. He eyed your lips for a moment before looking back up at your eyes, like he’s asking for permission, a simple nod from you made him lurch forward, connecting his lips into yours.

You closed your eyes as you felt him lick your lips, arms dangling on his neck and your mouth opened for him to explore every corner of it.You couldn’t help the moan that escaped from your throat when he cupped your breast, expertly teasing your clothed nipple. He smirked when he heard the sound that you produced, gently pushing you down towards the bed.

When you felt your back hit the soft mattress, you opened your eyes to look at the man above you who is currently taking off his leather jacket and shirt. You gawked at his beauty, the yellow-ish light from the lamp illuminating him, the glows and shadows made him look ethereal. Like a statue sculpted by the deities, waiting to be discovered by the mortals.

You weren’t wrong at the first thought of him being well-built. His toned chest and abs, and god, that tattoo on his biceps made you want to run your fingers through it, and as if he knows what you were thinking, he grabbed your hand, putting it on his body.

“Like what you see?” he seductively asked you, guiding your fingers on his arm muscles, down his body until you reached the noticeable bulge in his pants, an electifying jolt in your nerves comes along with it. “C’mon princess, I’m waiting.” his innuendo got you moving so fast, on a mission to make him feel good.

He chuckled lowly when he sees you struggling with his belt, putting a hand atop of yours to stop your movements. You watched as he removed his belt on his own, dropping it on the floor, then he nodded at you to finish the work.

You started to unbutton his pants, revealing his boxers and the outline of his manhood, making you anticipate just how big he is. You slowly removed his underwear, unveiling his cock, and now you wonder if you can even fit him in your mouth.

Cautiously holding his dick, pumping it slowly before giving the tip some kitten licks made him groan, “Don’t tease.” his commanding tone made you sit up straight, hollowing your cheeks and doing your best to take all of him, massaging his balls as well to add to his pleasure. But it seems likes he needs more, “Don’t move, relax and look at me in the eyes.” he instructed you, gripping your hair tightly before fucking your mouth. 

Tears sprung up from your eyes everytime his tip hits the back of your throat, your hands automatically clutched his thighs for support. You did your best to maintain eye contact with him despite the urge to close them, because you did promise that you’ll agree to everything that he’ll say.

Hongjoong feels himself cumming, your warm and wet mouth, and your teary-eyed look is so damn lewd that he can’t hold himself back. He wanted to cum inside you, but right now, your mouth is definitely a good option to dump his load in, so he did just that. He released inside your mouth, pulling away a bit early and spurted some in your face and neck, and holy shit, the visual is enough for him to get hard again.

You felt a hand under your chin, forcing your jaws close, “Swallow.” you never knew that a simple word like that would make you so needy and wet, gulping down his cum while rubbing your thighs together.

He tilted his head at your action, “Oh, were you neglected?” he asked you with a mock laced voice, “Since you did so well, let’s get you out of these clothes and I’ll give you a reward.” as soon as he said that, your shirt is already ripped off of you, “No! My shirt!” you protested only to be hushed as Hongjoong pushed you down to lay on the bed.

“Don’t worry about the damn shirt, I can buy you ten of that.” he said, pinning you on the bed and attacking your neck. You gasped when he sucked on a certain spot, his mouth went lower, tongue dragging along your skin before burying his face in your cleavage. He groaned at the softness, only to grunt in annoyance when your bra scraped his face.

He rapidly removed your bra, throwing it on the side before snarling at you, “Next time, don’t wear a bra when you’re meeting with me.” you didn’t even had the chance to reply as he immediately put an erect nipple inside his mouth, tongue swirling over the nub while his hand played with the other one, not wanting to neglect the other parts of your body. Your back arched at the feeling, it’s been a while since you have been touched like this.

When he raised his head, he looked straight into your hooded eyes, and you were met with a lustful gaze from him. His hands ghosted over the button of your pants, playing with it before deciding to cup your heat instead. “I can feel how wet you are.” he mumbled, amusement lacing his expression when your face turned red from embarrassment.

“Don’t be shy, tell me, baby girl. Where do you want me touch you?” he asked you in a teasing voice, removing your pants in an agonizingly slow pace. “Please touch me down there.” you said in a meek voice, in which he responded with a feathery touch in your inner thighs, “Here?” fingers circling over the smooth skin as he spread your legs further apart.

You shook your head, “Please, more. Touch me more, my pussy, please. Daddy, I-” hearing that term turned Hongjoong into a feral animal, a great need for him to devour you and make you a whining mess under him. “As you wish, my baby girl.”

Your underwear was removed in a speed of lightning, you couldn’t fully comprehend what is happening due to the primal lust that is clouding your brain. The only thing that you can register is Hongjoong’s warm tongue inside you and his fingers that are tracing the alphabets in your clit. He’s eating you out like a starved man, only having this sweet meal after a long time of food deprivation.

Your hands flew to his hair, gripping on it for dear life as your thighs shook, your sweet release coming faster than you expected, and this fuelled the man to do more. After a loud cry of his name, you finally reached your high, exhausted but Hongjoong has another plans as he continued to eat you out.

“Please stop-” you whined, the overstimulation becoming too much for you to handle. You tried pulling away from him, but his hands anchored you in your place as he continued his licking and sucking on your abused clit. You were about to cry at this point, apologizing for even thinking of him not being capable enough when it comes to sex because he looks small.

You chanted his name like a mantra, your eyes rolling back as you came for the second time that night. His mouth and fingers are enough to drain you, god, now you just want to sleep as you closed your eyes. Dreamland not far away when you were harshly pulled back into reality, courtesy of Hongjoong placing his body in between your legs and coating himself in your wetness, causing a jolt of pleasure to flow in your body when his cock suddenly entered you.

“Nu uh, we’re not done yet. How can you even sleep when we still haven’t gotten into the main course.” he said in a dark voice, his hips rocking slowly into you, making you moan with how full you feel with him inside you. “Rise,shine and cum, princess.” he smirked devilishly, pounding into you with such force and speed that made the bed creak loudly.

The sound of skin slapping together and your loud whimpers echoed throughout the room. The euphoria that you’re feeling right now is out of this world, the pleasure is nothing like you have ever felt before. To the point that you have to dig your nails on his back, wrapping your legs around his waist to feel more. You never knew that you needed this until you got it, and now you don’t want to let go.

“Hongjoong, I’m c-” your sentence was interrupted when he bit your neck roughly, making you cry out, “Wrong,” he panted, “that’s not what you should call me here.” every words were punctuated with a particularly harsh thrust. “Daddy!” you yelled, “I’m coming daddy, please, will you let me come?” you asked him, forlornly staring straight into his dark eyes.

How could he say no to your innocent, fucked out face? 

He positioned his body forward to connect his lips with yours, tongues clashing in a messy, open-mouthed kiss.

“What if I forbid it, princess?” he breathed in your lips, his pace getting faster and thrusts becoming sloppy, desperate in chasing his own release. His hold on your hips getting tighter, for sure it’ll leave a mark, a reminder of your blissful night with him.

“I can’t take it anymore, please daddy.” your whiny voice begged for him to let you come once more. Gosh, your voice sounds so erotic that it’s enough to send him over the edge. “Let go.” his consent is all you need to release the tension that has been building up in your lower stomach, him following you afterwards.

You don’t know what happened after that, the pleasure and exhaustion taking over you as your sight turned black. All you can remember in your hazy stupor is a hand brushing over your hair, while a faint voice mumbled a “You did great, baby girl.” in your ear.

The next morning, you woke up with soreness all over your body, especially in your lower extremeties. You tried getting up, scanning the area, seems like you fell asleep in the hotel room. What caught your eye is the red envelope placed neatly beside you. The part of the bed where Hongjoong is supposed to be. Picking it up and opening it, you saw the thick stash of cash, reminding you that what happened last night is nothing but a contract that needs to be fulfilled.

You sighed, at least you have enough funds to pay your tuition fee. The money you received is more than what you need even, after paying for your bills, (which you had to drag yourself and act like everything is okay when in reality, every walk you take feels like someone’s pricking your inner thighs with needles) you still had an ample amount to spend for your groceries and other necessities.

‘Wow, he’s really rich and considerate for giving me this much money when we have already talked about my expenses back in the cafe.’ you thought. Still, you paid no mind to it, it doesn’t matter as long as you get the other side of the coin.

Everything is going well, you didn’t have to stress over your financial status and actually focus on your studies. Not to mention, you get this amazing sex three days a week, you wouldn’t complain over the life that you’re living now. It feels like a fairytale even, you being the damsel in distress and Hongjoong being the knight in shining armor. Except for the fact that he uses his sword differently.

“What is this is I am seeing?” your friend Yunho squeals behind you, scaring you when he suddenly pulled your turtleneck, revealing the splotches of dark bruises that Hongjoong cordially left during one of your meet-ups. That one particular rendezvouz where you were late for 2 fucking minutes because the people on the elevator didn’t even wait for you. So you basically had to run 8 flights of stairs. It’s safe to say that Hongjoong didn’t appreciate that.

“You’re late.” his booming voice resonated in your ears as soon as you entered the room. Looking over the direction of his voice, you saw him sitting cross-legged in the sofa near the window, his cute over-alls with yellow shirt inside reminded you of a minion, almost making you laugh if not for his fierce gaze and aura that screams rage.

You sighed, knowing you fucked up but really? He’ll be mad over 2 minutes of tardiness? C’mon, even your teacher would’ve let you off the hook with that one.

“I’m sorry, there were some inconveniences t-” he stood up from his seat, inching his way over to you that made you shrink back from where you stood. 

Maybe explaining yourself was a bad idea. 

Every step forward from him made you take a step backwards, and you knew you were doomed when your back finally hits the cold, hard concrete.

“Did I asked?” he said, pinning you on the wall. One hand is used to bunch your wrist above you, while the other one held your chin up, making sure that you won’t avoid eye contact with him. “No, right? So why on earth are you trying to validate your mistake when it’s clear that you violated a rule?”

You remained quiet, not wanting to upset him more but it caused a drawback instead. His humorless snigger’s a tell-tale sign that you are in for a rollercoaster of a night.

“Now you won’t respond when I asked you a question.” he raised an eyebrow, gnashing his teeth while looking away from you, giving you a full view of his magnificent side profile. He tilted his head a bit to look at you, catching sight of your starstruck face. He almost kissed you at that, for the past few months that you have been seeing each other, his feelings for you are getting stronger. Your effect on him really is on a next level, but he held himself back. His desire of punishing you for being a bad girl overcoming his fluffy feelings.

His hands that were on your chin moved down to the small of your back, pulling you flushed against him as his predatory eyes burned holes in your whole body.

“I could’ve fucked you already within that two minutes, you know?” he leaned in closer to your lips, his hot breath making your insides fog up, “Or is that your way of telling me that you wanted to be taught a lesson?” he doesn’t need your answer, sealing your lips on a searing kiss, hell bent on marking you up as his.

That night was filled with spice and everything nice, a mixture of pain and pleasure. You still remember the way the blindfold heightened your senses, making you hyperaware of every touch, no mattery how solid or feathery it is. His wet appendage moistening every part of your skin. And his fingers, his tiny hands isn’t really a problem like how he said to you before. It works like magic, every curl inside you makes you want to cry, hitting all the right spots that brings stars in your eyes.

Reminiscing about the events that took place in that passionate night made your face burn, instantly pushing your friend away from you, “Stop it. That’s nothing, mind your own business.” you defended yourself, fixing your clothes while Yunho eyed you knowingly.

“Aye, my bestie is getting bashful. It’s okay, we all had our fair share of experiences that we want to keep to ourselves.” he said, voice filled with mirth as he slung an arm around your shoulders. “Let’s just run our asses in that japanese restaurant, eat some real food instead of-” you slapped a hand on his mouth, already knowing what his next words are.

“I get it, I get it. Jeez, stop it with the ‘talk’ and let’s go.” you said, letting go of his mouth when he nodded, “But seriously, this guy is one of d-”

“Yunho!”

Meanwhile, Hongjoong is out with his friends in the gym. It’s been a while since he worked his muscles out. It’ll be a good chance for him to buff up, maybe even make you more enamored with him.

Just as he removed his sweat soaked shirt, he heard his friends wolf-whistle. He turned around, confusion painted on his face that made his friends cackle at his stupid expression (According to Wooyoung that almost made Hongjoong throw his water bottle at him.)

Seonghwa held him back from attacking the younger boy when Jongho stated the reason as to why they were all acting like that.

“Hyung, you haven’t seen your back didn’t you?” he raised an eyebrow at that, walking over towards the mirror to take a look on his back. Only then did he notice the scratch marks that you left the last time you had your heated session.

Hongjoong couldn’t help the smug look on his face, he didn’t even feel the pain while you did all of that. Presumably drowned in the pleasure of your tight heat and angelic moans that drive him insane to no end. These marks are like his trophy, and he’s proud of it. Remnants which are evidence that he made you feel like heaven and think like hell.

The air of confidence and satisfaction didn’t go unnoticed by his friends, making them smile at each other, because finally, their brother has finally found the girl.

After bidding goodbye at his friends, Hongjoong contemplated whether he should call you or not. Today’s Thursday, so that means that no meet-ups should occur, and he’s afraid that if he called you to hang-out without any hidden agenda, it might make you feel uncomfortable. He can’t risk the relationship you have.

His train of thoughts were broken when he saw you exit a restaurant, he smiled softly and was about to approach you when he saw a tall guy with a puppy like features link arms with you. He stopped in his tracks, jealousy and anger running throughout the nerves and veins in his body.

“What the fuck?”

That’s right, why are you with someone that is not him? Is he not enough for you? Are you seeing this guy? Is he your boyfriend? All these questions are swirling in his mind. Now he regret not adding the ‘No other partner rule.’ in the list.

It’s not like he feels threatened over this guy, he’s just taller and bigger, nothing more, nothing less. No, he won’t be intimidated over a college guy that can’t give you the money you need or the fucking that you want.

He shook his head, looks like it’s time for him to break the barriers. Fuck the rules. He always gets what he wants, and that includes you. 

Later that night, as you were about to chill on your bed after a long, tiring day. Particularly because you have to handle Yunho’s gossipy ass, you were shocked to say the least when Hongjoong messaged you out of nowhere.

You looked at the day, seeing the big bold Thursday flashing on your screen. Meaning, there shouldn’t be any meet-ups. So why is he making your phone buzz at 7 PM?

The answer you were looking for were answered through his message.

‘Come to this address at 8:30 PM sharp, #1024 St.xxxx. I won’t tolerate any minutes of delay. Don’t wear a bra, or anything that is difficult to remove. I’m waiting, kitten.’

What are you supposed to do when your sugar daddy makes you go somewhere in the middle of the night? Of course, you should follow him at all cost because your financial needs are dependent on him. So you really don’t have any choice but to comply to what he asked for.

Your heart is palpitating so hard right now, the taxi coming into a stop in front of a large gate where you can see an expensive villa standing proudly inside it. Anxiousness is an understatement of what you’re feeling, especially when the last sentences of Hongjoong keeps on ringing in your mind.

Stepping out of the car, you approached the gate, ready to knock when it opened by itself.

‘Woah, is this normal for rich people?’ you thought, feeling like a booger in this place. The walk to the front door felt like a chore, why do they even have this colossal yard when all they’ll put is grass, few plants and tress, and a large fountain in the middle? You’re now starting to despise a lifestyle like this, feeling bitter that some people live luxuriously like this when there are people like you who need to go to the extremes just to get by.

Finally at the front door, the thumping of your heart is louder than before. You raised your hand to ring the doorbell, only to bring it back down when your whole being was filled with hesitancy.

Just then, a click was heard and the door gets unlocked, revealing Hongjoong in all his glory. Your eyes widened, pupils shaking because you did not expect to see him like this. Who the hell opens the door in their house freshly out of the shower, wearing only a thin robe that does nothing to hide what’s inside.

Before your imagination runs wild, Hongjoong opened his door wider, signalling for you to come in. You bowed slightly before entering his place. You couldn’t help but to admire his home, you were astonished to how organized and splendid it was. The marble tiles are spotless, no sign of dust and cobwebs on the ceiling, and the living room set looks like a gigantic movie theater.

He let you take your time in adjusting to the new environment, standing from behind you, leaning on a wall while he watches your every movement like a hawk. The hairs on your neck standing when you felt his gaze boring holes in your skull.

You took a deep breath, gathering all the courage within you to confront him, as you turned around, you’re suddenly ready to yeet yourself out of his villa. His face is expressionless, yet his eyes are filled with fire and he is dead set on burning you alive.

Your confidence went down the drain and the only word that you can utter out is a quiet “What?”

That docile attitude made Hongjoong roll his eyes, you really had the audacity to act like you did nothing wrong when he clearly caught you in the act. He advanced towards you with a menacing smile in his face, like a killer who is prepared to make you scream before stabbing you, except maybe he won’t use a knife but an another thing instead.

You gulped when there’s only an inch between the two of you, close enough for you to hear his ragged breathing and breathe in his minty scent. You looked down, only for him to grip your jaw, hard enough to control your actions but also gentle as to not hurt you.

“Look at you, already so submissive for daddy and I barely did anything.” he said in a low tone, observing your reaction for any sign of discomfort and when he saw nothing but lust and need, he chuckled, “You like this? Being talked down to?” your whimper did nothing to make his libido boil down.

You opened your mouth, eyes staring directly into his, telling him the words that would make him snap, “Daddy, please take me.”

He’s not a difficult person to talk to, thus, your wish is his command and he did just that. He pulled you towards him, cupping your face and kissing you like it’s the last time he’ll be able to do it. You immediately opened your mouth for him, licking every nook and cranny, savoring each other’s taste as you clung into him.

You felt Hongjoong move, leniently dragging you with him. The journey to his bedroom was a bit of a hassle, walking and maintaning the kiss at the same time. Along the way, your shirt and his robe was shed and left outside the floors, waiting to be picked up by tomorrow

Once the both of you entered his room, he backed you up on a wall and you instinctively wrapped your legs around him, his hands automatically going over your ass. He started grinding his clothed manhood against your pants, basically dry humping you as the kiss gets messier. Salivas exchanged and drool almost rolling down at the side of your lips, everything feels so filthy right now, heightening the growing desires in both of your hearts.

“You,” he said, detaching his lips from yours that made you whine, pulling him in for more that made him click his tongue, “Stop being such a brat and listen to me.” his condescending tone made you stop, doing your best to be the good girl that you are for him.

“That’s more like it.” he murmured, giving you a peck as a reward, “I saw you today with someone, who was that, huh? What makes you think that other men can touch you like that?” his annoyance has skyrocketed once again as he vividly recall the way that tall man who gets to be all touchy-feely with you.

You on the other hand is  confused, “Touch me? But, Hongjoong, you’re the only one that I let-” your words were replaced by a mewl when Hongjoong wrapped a hand around your throat, “Liar.” the disdain in his voice is hard to miss, but then, even in your hunger filled state, everything fell into its place.

‘Was Hongjoong jealous? Is that why he called me out at this hour, in his house, on a Thursday night?’  you didn’t have the time to dwell on your thoughts though, not when the man in front you decided to suck on your boobs like a newborn.

Your hands grasped his hair, the unbelievable feeling of his tongue in your body never fails to transfer you into the world of utopia. Sooner or later, the chilly feeling on your back was replaced by a soft one, realizing that Hongjoong had laid you down on the bed and is currently removing all your garments. Throwing it around haphazardly, not caring about where it’d go, the only thing in his mind is to remind you who you belong to.

When you’re fully naked, his wanton eyes roamed all over your body. Memorizing every curve before finalling diving into you. He latched his mouth into your neck, which caused you to push him away, “There are too much marks to hide, at this point anyone m-” he glared at you, grabbing your wrists before tying it up in the post using the handkerchief that was lying around the bed.

“I don’t care, let everyone see. Let them know who owns you. Let them know that you are mine.” he growled lowly in your ear before proceeding to leave more love bites on your body. Now, those words would normally make you hurl, but hearing them from Kim Hongjoong himself feels so right.  

Was it normal to think that those words are meant for you as long as it came straight out of his mouth? Maybe, what matters now is the tingly feeling of his fingers that are travelling further down. You giggled a bit, feeling ticklish when he runs his hand on your stomach and Hongjoong smiled at the sound, wanting nothing more than for him to be the reason for your smile.

The freezing air hits your lower area, making you close your legs in which the man on top of you didn’t like one bit.

He looked at you disapprovingly, “Spread them wide for me, baby girl.” his imposing tone made you slowly open your legs once again. He chuckled darkly when he saw how obedient you are, “Aw, my kitten is so compliant towards her master. How adorable. Looks like she deserves a reward for that.” he said in a teasing voice, clearly amused when he felt how wet you are, and he didn’t even do much.

His forefinger started toying with your clit, giving it some playful flicks which further increased your neediness, “Give me more, please.” he raised an eyebrow at your request, asking you what’s the magic word for him to finally touch you properly, “Daddy, please, I want more.”

At that, he immediately plunged two fingers inside you, making you throw your head back, moaning so loud that you’re sure his neighbors can hear you. Small hands they said, but his fingers are long enough to reach the deepest part of you that always makes you scream in pleasure. He suddenly wiggled and curled his digits, hitting the right spot, making you close your eyes and whimper. He continued his ministrations, and when you were about to cum, he sneakily pulled his fingers out.

Your eyes shot open, frustration building up inside as you watch him lick his fingers clean while maintaining a steady eye contact with you, sort of telling you that you can’t do anything but wait for him to give you your sweet release. You were about to protest when something wet and warm was placed in your pussy, a long ferocious lick made you twitch in his hold.

Hongjoong continued to abuse your swollen clit using his mouth this time, sucking and biting it until he decided to spell the whole alphabet on it. You are now pulling hard at your restraints, wanting to feel his soft hair in your fingers but to no avail. Your high is coming back up in an alarming rate, and like deja vu, just as when you were about to cum, he pulled away from you.

Your face turned into an annoyed one, getting denied of your orgasm for the second time that night really is taking a toll on your mental health. He smirked at your reaction, finding delight in your vexed expression.

You were about to complain to him when he put a gag in your mouth, specifically his underwear that he just removed. “You look so pretty like this,” he commented before turning you around on all fours, your hands clutching at the post for support. “aren’t you sorry that you made daddy mad by hanging out with other guys?” he said, and you responded with a hum, not being able to form coherent words in your current situation. “You are,” he faked a gasp, “if so, then you should make it up to me.”

After that statement of his, you felt his dick enter you from behind. The loud squelching and his untamed groan are enough to send you over the edge, you couldn’t control your spasms which made the man behind you chuckle, “We’re only getting started baby, you wanted to come, I’ll give it to you.” he declared smugly before moving inside you in a demonic pace.

His thrusts are hard, unforgiving, the only goal is to fill your head with his name that you won’t even think about other men next time. He wants your brain and body to be full of him, and only him. 

“I am the only man you need, understand? Meet up with other men one more time and let’s see what will happen to you, kitten.” he warned you as his hands slithered around to fondle your breast, occasionally pinching your erect nipples. In your mind-boggled state of getting fucked so good, the only thing that you can do is nod. You’ll address that to him later on, for the mean time, your focus is his cock that deliciously slides in and out of your wet cavern.

He angled his hips a bit, causing his tip to hit your g-spot in every thrust that he takes. You feel exceptional right now, so much that you already feel your second release building up in your lower abdomen.

You tried talking, asking for permission if you can cum but the gag turned your words into whimpers and mewls that didn’t escaped Hongjoong’s ears. He tugged on your hair, the sheer desperation in your face is a dead giveaway that you wanted to cum. He licked his lips before answering, “Go ahead, baby girl, show me how good I make you feel.”

His words are more than enough to make you release the bubble that was ready to burst anytime. He stilled inside you for a moment, surprised that he made you squirt with just his dick. Bending down a bit to remove your gag, he then taunted you in your panting, tired state.

“Look at what you did, you drenched my sheets princess.” you were about to apologize when he turned you around in your back, untying your wrists free and positioning them in his shoulders.

“That was so hot, hold on tight. Let’s do it again.” he then railed you in missionary, wanting to see your face when you squirt one more time. If you won’t, then he’ll just fuck you all night. Won’t let you sleep until he sees your fucked out, contented face.

The third orgasm is now washing over your sanity, the overstimulation is making your head spin but it also makes you hungry for more. The greediness in you taking over as you want to feel more pleasure and at the same time grant Hongjoong’s wish of you squirting one more time.

“Shit.” Hongjoong cursed when he felt his high coming near, his dick twitching inside you, his grip on your hips becoming more strained every second, “Princess, I’ll come inside you, will you let me?”

Does he even need to ask? Is he stupid or what? Of fucking course you’ll let him cum inside you. Heck, you’ll let him breed you if he wanted to.

“Yes! Yes please, cum inside me daddy. Fill me up, oh god-” you weren’t able to finish your sentence as his thrusts became more powerful and faster than before, “You feel so good, tight, and warm. You take me so well, princess.” he leaned his forehead into yours before kissing you with so much vigor, teeth clashing and tongues tangling.

His hands on your hips were relocated in your hands, fingers intertwining, “Let’s come together.” and so you did, you came with a moan and he did with a grunt. Your walls were painted by him, ectasy permeating your whole being because of the warm feeling inside. 

He collapsed on top of you, he is kind of heavy but it’s oddly comforting. You only complained when he pulled out of you, already missing his warmth and the feeling of being empty felt foreign to you.

He laughed before standing up, grabbing a towel and cleaning you. Afterwards, he went down to get a bottle of water, handing it to you and forcing you to sit up and drink, “C’mon baby, you need to hydrate, especially when you squirted two times tonight.” his implication made you slap his arm, weakly glaring at him before reaching for the bottle, he finds your attitude somewhat endearing.

After some big gulps, you laid down on the bed, closing your eyes and getting ready to sleep when you heard Hongjoong’s nagging once again. “Get up, we need to change the sheets so that we can sleep well.” you groaned, “Will you please shut up? I want to sleep, if you don’t want to sleep with dirty sheets, then sleep in the living room.”

Hongjoong sighed, mumbling a “Whose house is this again?” before picking you up and gently dropping you in the sofa, him doing the work of changing the sheets. When he’s done, he went back to you and carried you back to bed, tucking you in and getting on his side of the bed, cuddling you in his arms which made you hum in satisfaction. He giggled lightly at your cuteness, kissing your forehead before muttering a “Goodnight darling, sleepwell.”

The sound of glasses and utensils clinking pulled you away from your dreamland, as you opened your eyes, you saw food right in front of you and an energetic Hongjoong who’s multitasking between arranging the plates and fixing his suit. When he saw you move in the bed, he gave you a breathtaking smile, he’s basically glowing in the morning while you probably look like a sleep-deprived duck.

“Goodmorning, sunshine! Here, let’s eat breakfast.” you stood up from the bed and stretched, looking at him questioningly about the food. He noticed your look and laughed awkwardly, “If you’re wondering about the food, I ordered it. I can’t cook even if it kills me.” you snorted at that, he looks so perfect but then again, everyone has their own flaws.

When you finished breakfast, he ushered you to the bathroom. Telling you to get ready for school, your clothes are already prepared in the closet and your school bag is patiently sitting down in the living room. He spoke so fast, like a rapper, that he didn’t give you any room for arguments.

Hongjoong is really acting suspicious right now, then it clicked, last night, he was so possessive and he even lowkey admitted that he got jealous over your friend. You can’t help the growing smile on your face, giddy over the fact that he harbors such feelings for you.

Upon descending the stairs, you saw him waiting for you by the front door. Grabbing your bag from the table, you approached him and told him that there’s no need to drive you to school, only for him to insist.

You sighed in defeat when he excitedly opens the passenger seat for you, shock covers your entire face when you saw the bouquet of white roses, a bag of chanel, and a cup of coffee inside the car. All of them had your name written on it. When did he even had the time to do all this?

“That’s all for you.” he casually stated when he saw you eyeing the expensive items, your eyes trained on him, silently asking him why. Why does he need to this, acting like you are someone special to him, when in reality, you are just his sugar baby. A person he comes to for pleasure in exchange for money.

“I knew you wouldn’t remember,” he looked down before gazing into your eyes, going back into memory lane, “we already met each other in a bar a year ago. You mentioned about your financial struggles. You shared your dreams with me, and I was really, really attracted to you at that time because of how real you are. That was what made me drawn to you.”

You blinked once, twice, thrice, then finally you remembered, “Oh my gosh! You were the guy that I had a one night stand with?!” you asked incredulously, not believing the fact that a guy that is supposed to be a one time thing became your go to person for three days in a week.

“It’s true,” he said, looking at you with a soft smile, “I was actually bummed when I woke up without you next to me. Didn’t even get your number. So I used that shitty dating app as a sugar daddy, knowing that you’ll end up there eventually.”

What? Does that mean that he rejected other girls in that app because he was waiting for you? In a million chance of you doing that and picking him, is this how fate works?

You gaped at him, mouth wide open and if your jaw could drop on the floor, it would have with the amount of disbelief and elation that you’re feeling right now. Your expression made Hongjoong kiss you in the cheek, opting to be forthright with you in this one, as he reached for your hand, he vocalized the question that would change your life forever.

“Now that it’s all said and done. Why don’t we alter some rules in our contract?”

[somemydayy]

Tokyo Revengers | Marriage Proposals Part 2

Part 1 here!

It was a usual afternoon at Keisuke Baji’s house. He loved it whenever you played with his hair. And on particular day, when you stayed over at his place you were playing with his hair, you decided to give him a present. In the form of a message. You raked your fingers throughout his loose locks, and pull slightly. He let out a breathy moan before he then grabbed your waist towards him. You started at him, expectedly, but were met with a lustful gaze, and passion kiss against your throat and lips. As you parted, you gave him a smile, before tilting your head to the side. “Did I ever tell you how sexy your moans are?” With a shake of his head, you were pulled in, and whispered into his ear. “Oh really now, please do try let me remind you, every single night of my life?” With a cheeky twist of your lips you let out a breathy moan of “Baji” in his ear, running your hands in his hair, and pulling the ends slightly. “God, women stop your teasing, and just marry me, now.” You felt a burning sensation creep on to your face, and you hid your face against his neck. “Sure, I’ll marry you.”

During the time Kazutora Hanemiya was committed to Juvie, he was miserable. He knew he needed to pay for his crimes, and so he had no regrets. Or so he thought, but he couldn’t help; but worry about you. He knew Mikey wouldn’t fault you, for being associated with him. But what about your peers, teachers, and family? Going out with a criminal like him? He couldn’t help, but clench his fists, and shake his head as he tried to not let the tears stream down his eyes. And so Kazutora always ended up rejecting the mere idea of seeing you; and so visitation consisted of you handing the office administration a book to give to your boyfriend every time you visited. He would always find it so sweet how you would write notes, and doodle hearts in the margins of the books you brought him. This continued on until a week to his upcoming release. On the day of his release, he half-expected you to give up on him, but the other-half held on to that small glimmer of hope. That maybe, you both could be together, again. He knew it was extremely selfish, but he wanted you to wait for him just even but a little. And so he was honestly shocked when he saw how beautiful you had became. And with a gentle smile on your lips, did he take you in his arms, and tell you how much he adored you. Kazutora could finally return that book to you, and as you flipped to the first page, your heart literally leaped out of your chest. In dark bold letters was written. “Will you marry me?” “Yes— hmm.” With the cheeky smile Kazutora could muster he didn’t wait for you to answer, before he kissed you. Under the setting sun, and book in a tight clench, and hands entangled in your hair, did he whisper into your ear. “Miss me that much?” “Shut up, idiot!”

Seishu Inui loved you since youth, and Akane was the first one he told of his plans to marry you. And so with some thought, he invited you out to the movies, and the arcade. And Seishu won many prizes, but the best of all was the toy ring he won in the quarter slot game. And just like that, almost comically, and rather abruptly the young elementary schooler Seishu was, he proposed to you then and there. And like he saw in the many movies he saw his mother, and older sister watched, he got down on one knee, and held up the toy band up to you with a wide smile. You could only share a look of panic as he looked back at you. He held a equally as shocked face, but it wasn’t because of what had just transpired, no it was the way you bursted out into a fit of tears as you told him “Seishu I can’t—” With tears now in his eyes, he could only hang his head down in defeat until he hear the sweet melody of your voice say his name lovingly. “We’re only in Elementary School, and mom says I can’t date boys. But I’ll marry you when I’m older. Promise.” With the biggest smile he could muster Seishu looked back at you. “Really?” “Yeah, really!” “Promise.”

For long as you knew him, Hajime Kokonoi was a very extra guy. He wanted to give you the whole Cinderella experience. He took you out to buy a dress at a luxury boutique. Took you to your favorite restaurant, and bought it out. He smirked as he gave you the title to the establishment, he now owned. Telling you, it was all yours now. And how you’ll never need anything else, since he’ll take care of you now, and for the rest of your life. He ordered all your favorite dishes, but just as you were going to eat the bread sticks you caught sight of it. A ring adorned the bread stick. You couldn’t help, but laugh as you took it, and plopped it in your mouth. Kokonoi was too stunned, and dreaded the thought of you accidentally swallowing a million dollar ring. No it wasn’t the money, no that wasn’t the point. It was you, being completely absent minde, and eating metal like it was candy. Damn million dollar stone didn’t mean a thing, if you chocked on it. On anything other than his cock, was completely inexcusable. You’ll choke, and he couldn’t help, but frown and get teary eyed at the thought of you having to shit out the diamond. But all you did was stick up your left hand, and there on your ring finger he saw it. You were a beautiful daredevil, who made him almost die of worry. “Don’t worry Hajime, You know the only thing I’ll ever swallow is your future children.” And at the sound of your lewd words all Hajime Kokonoi could do was shake his head in embarrassment as a smirk graced his lips. “I won’t let you swallow them this time.” And with a hearty laugh, the Bonten Exclusive could only shuffle you out into his convertible, driving you back home to your shared high rise apartment. And you were soon met with a long steamy night.

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[hotheadwolf]

Hey if ur comfortable with this request would u possibly be able to write a Jacob x reader with Tourettes and she has panic attacks a lot because she is insecure about having it

Of course, darling! Sorry for the long wait. Hope you like it.

𝗧𝗼 𝗠𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁

│ 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝚃.• ─ 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗍

│ 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶.• ─ 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗈𝖻 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

│ 𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈.• ─ 𝖥𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖳𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗈𝖻 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

│ 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃.• ─ 𝟣,𝟦𝟩𝟢

│ 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂.• ─ 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿.

│ 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂 ─ Hope you enjoy reading!

➝ 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗈𝖻 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

The annoying sound of your alarm blaring in your room echoed off the wall, bringing you out of your slumber. On the clock, the time read: 9:00 AM. You groaned, sliding your hand from under the comforter and shutting the annoying contraption off. In the silence, you lay there, not moving to want to enjoy the quietness before you get up for the day. Growing up, kids bullied you because of your condition, making you self-conscious about going out in public, not knowing when you would have another episode. Hence,  you dropped out of public school and began homeschooling. All of your doubts and fears disappeared once you met Jacob Black.

You met him through Bella one day when she wanted to hang out with you at home, knowing how tough it was for you to be out in the public's eyes. After one introduction, you fell in love with him and quickly too. Your first date with him was a movie night, and you explained to him your condition. Jacob was understanding and promised to be there for you and help you through the tough times. It's been a year since you and Jacob got together, and he was proud of his decision to stay with you.

Once you finished your shower, you dressed for the day, headed to the kitchen, and made a cup of iced coffee. You sipped the cold beverage and sighed in contentment at the flavors. You catch up with homework on your laptop before replying to your teacher's message to check on you to start the day. The rest of the day, you lounged around the house watching tv or tending to your cat Midnight. It was a gift from your parents on your birthday.

As you enjoyed the comedy show playing on the tv, you stood to your feet and began bouncing on your feet and shaking your hands profusely. You paced as your tics progressed, your neck turning at a 90-degree angle rapidly. Sometimes your episodes caused you pain and discomfort, and you often wished there was something you could do for the tics to stop, but there wasn't. As you calm down, the sound of your doorbell alerts you that someone was here. Walking to the door, you opened it revealing your boyfriend, Jacob.

Excitement coursed through your body as you jumped in his arms. He laughed, holding you with your back pressed against the door.

"I see someone missed me." Jacob smiled, setting you down to your feet.

"Of course I missed you." You smiled back, placing a kiss on his lips.

"So, what were you doing before I got here?" Jacob asked as he closed the door and followed you to the living room.

"I did my homework, watched some tv, and had an episode." You listed off as you sat next to him on the sofa.

"Are you okay?" He questioned, brushing a strand of your hair from your face.

"Yea, I-I'm fine." You nodded, staring at him.

Jacob could see it. Another episode was coming, and he wrapped you in his arms and held you as you. Your body shook in his arms as he tried to hold and comfort you through another episode. You feel him kiss the back of your head as your body slumped over his lap.

"It's okay. Breath for me." Jacob's soothing voice coached you. Your face screwed up painfully as you held onto Jacob for dear life, not wanting to let go. In a way, his warm body brought you comfort.

As your episode passed, you sat up and looked at him dazed, and he kissed your forehead. You leaned into his touch and sighed heavily.

"I'm sorry." You apologized for no reason.

"Stop apologizing. It's not your fault." Jacob said, rubbing his hand on your back soothingly.

You nodded and cuddled up to Jacob's side as he held you close to him. Time like this made you grateful that Jacob was in your life. You didn't see yourself with anyone if it's not Jacob Black.

"I'm tired." You whispered, snuggling up into his warm body.

"It's okay. I'll be here when you wake up." Jacob replied, kissing your forehead lovingly. You smiled up at him and pressed your lips to his sweetly.

As you drifted off to sleep, the image of Jacob came to mind.

You woke up on the sofa hours later, but Jacob wasn't right there next to you. In a panic, you sat up and searched the house for him. He wasn't in the kitchen or the downstairs bathroom, so you made your way up the stairs when the sound of the front door opening and shutting made you aware of where he went, but it still made you want to ask questions.

"Where'd you go?" You asked as he sat what looked like grocery bags on the kitchen table.

"I went to the store and got us essentials for milkshakes." At the sound of that, your face lit up with excitement.

"Oh, did you get strawberry ice cream?" You questioned, bouncing on the soul of your feet.

"Of course I did. You know that I know your favorite ice cream flavor is strawberry." Jacob flashes you a million-dollar smile making your heart swell with love.

"Well, get to making the shakes." You grinned, waving your hands at him in eagerness.

Jacob let out a chuckle before grabbing the ingredients for the strawberry milkshakes. As you stood there watching him, another episode began to happen. You turned to the wall and repeatedly started hitting your head. With his fast reflexes, your boyfriend caught you before you could do more damage to your head. Now your head was pounding from what happened that you winced and glanced up at him.

"Your forehead is red. Let me put some ice on it." Jacob said, giving you a small smile.

You gave him a nod as he grabbed an ice pack from your freezer and gently placed it on your head.

"Thank you. You're a good boyfriend." You praised, sighing as the coldness from the ice hit your swollen head.

"It's one of my many talents." He replied, making your heart swell.

As Jacob returned to making the milkshakes, you couldn't help but think how you got so lucky with a partner like him. He's sweet, caring, compassionate, and would fight anyone who dared to make fun of you when you both are out in public. There was never a time when he stood for you against the cruel outside world. Jacob came toward the table and handed you a glass with the pink beverage and whipped cream. You smiled, tanking him, and took a sip. The cool drink hitting your tongue made your tastebuds erupt. Strawberry milkshakes were your favorite thing to consume.

You had them all the time when you were younger and seemed to never grow out of them. Milkshakes were the best during the summertime, but Jacob knew it would make you feel better after having an episode. Both of you made small talk as you sat in the kitchen, enjoying each other's company and presence. After you enjoyed the drinks, you helped Jacob clean up. Although he protested, he agreed after you pleaded with him.

Now you sat on the sofa next to Jacob watching a film, but you couldn't focus on it because of another episode. Your body tenses, and you feel Jacob pull you into him and play with your hair. Letting out a deep sigh, you hugged him tightly.

"Thank you, Jacob, from the bottom of my heart." You smiled up at your boyfriend with love and adoration in your eyes.

"What are you thanking me for?" He questioned, arching an eyebrow at you.

"For being there for me whenever I have an episode or panic attack." You replied, smiling at him.

"You don't have to thank me, sweetheart. It's my job as your boyfriend to be there for you and support you through any and everything." Jacob explained, running his finger over your eyebrow soothingly. "Especially with your condition. It worries me when you're alone sometimes. I think you'll end up injuring yourself one day."

"One of these days, remind me to thank Bella for introducing you to me." You let out a laugh making Jacob genuinely smile down at you. Love clouded his eyes as he stared at you.

Jacob did the same and leaned down to press his lips against yours in a kiss. You smiled into the smooch before pulling away to stare into those captivating brown eyes of his. Every day you ask yourself how you were able to get so lucky with a man like him. You didn't know what you did, but you were grateful to have someone like Jacob Black in your life.

[books-and-catears]

Hi! If requests are open could i request the brothers with a teen MC who's stressed about school?

When they come home they immediately throw themselves to bed, they often have headaches, they become more cold and distant, they often have a hard time submitting homework on time and they're not as lively as they originally were. How would the brothers comfort them?

I'm so fucking tired rn, i know it's the last month (even tho It's more like 15 days) but my teachers are starting a new important project where we have to host an EVENT along with our exam that is coming up in a week. And we're in fucking highschool-

Aw I think I accidentally opened my asks again but I read this and I relate so much to this; I needed this as much as you. Being a student is too hard sometimes. *hugs* Sorry sweetie you must be so exhausted too?

I'll definitely write this. I apologize if it's a bit short but thank you so much for this ask. I'll try and do my best okay?

Exam season has just rolled out in Devildom and Diavolo had recently announced that the Exchange students will not have a reduced syllabus and have to study like the rest of the demons, to get a better understanding of their culture and history. This sudden increase in work hasn't been easy on you.

Lucifer

He notices something off with you when you stop telling him leave his paperwork and get some rest. These days it seems he has to pull you away from your work.

He can see how dull and lifeless your eyes look as you try to politely sit through meals with everyone.

"MC do you have some time to talk?" He asks you one day in the middle of homework. "I'm a little busy Lucifer maybe later. I still have finish three more these essays." Wow how the tables turn.

He was planning to have tea with you, but as you usually leave the tea near him when he's working, he did the same. "Don't worry MC I'll take care of this." He whispers to himself.

You're only a child, why are you being so overworked? This is ridiculous. Immediately takes it up with Diavolo and the authorities at school to make sure you're not given more than you can handle.

Mammon

What do you mean you're not up for movie night? Again? This is the fifth time you've denied him. Mammon starts getting worried about you.

At first he's afraid that maybe you're only mad at him so he asks his brothers who you are spending time with. You are nowhere to be found in any of their rooms.

He reaches your room and finds you curled up in bed, groaning in pain, holding your head. "MC what's wrong?" You manage to squeak out, "Head hurts." It looks really bad from the way you're wincing.

He goes into panic overdrive, going up to Satan and Lucifer, even ringing up Solomon for headache cures. After you get a little better, he found out that it's school stress that's doing this to you.

Godamnit Diavolo! Why would you think it's okay to send a little human to Demon school? They work differently don't they. He will volunteer to do most of your work at school- even though he forgets his own.

Leviathan

Levi was excitedly waiting for you to show up to play his new game. It was the usual routine for you to come back from school, freshen up and then join him gaming four days a week. But you haven't showed up. For the third time this week.

He keeps texting and calling you but don't reply. At first he thinks it's because he's a yucky otaku but then he notices you aren't even getting his messages. So he ventures out of his room and finds you in yours.

You were fast asleep in your uniform, your phone switched off due to low battery, your bed unmade and your bag in a slump on the floor. You look like a game character who got defeated in a fight.

When he hears it is the school stress that is doing this to you, he adamantly hatches a plan. "Levi we have school why anime now?" You ask as he drags you to his room.

"Because you need a energy recharge! So I told Lucifer you'll be staying with me all day and watch your favourite anime." Levi said, handing you a bunch of snacks.

Satan

This is the ninth day in a row you had fallen asleep in the library. Yes Satan was counting. Everytime he finds you, you're curled up in a chair with a heavy bookon your lap and your notebook and pens strewn across a nearby table. Overdue assignments.

"Oh MC again?" He mutters as he puts his jacket on you so you don't get cold. When was the last time you read a book with him? You seem so busy and distant these days. He noticed the way you kept denying all his brothers hence he didn't approach you himself. Now he understood why.

Diavolo must be barking mad in his head if he thinks an adolescent human can work the same way as age old demons. He feels annoyed at how you're being overwhelmed.

You wake up to him sitting next to you, writing down your assignments. "Satan why..." Satan smiles and palms your head, "You need to rest, you've been working too hard. I'll handle the assignments, you sleep some more, I'm taking you to a cat cafe later. Playing with cats will help you feel relaxed."

Asmodeus

Asmo notices the redness in your sunken eyes on the very next day after you pull an all-nighter. He offers you to come to his room but you decline saying you have to prepare for upcoming exams.

He finds it increasingly hard to keep his mouth shut and leave you alone when you look like this. Your skin is breaking out, your cheeks are sinking. You're starting to look like Lucifer.

Look at how school is ruining you! You are only a baby and yet you're starting look a workaholic corporate worker.

One day he's had enough with your lack of self-care and he drags you to his room. You try telling him off "Asmo I have exams-" He snaps back at you angrily, "Today is your day off whether you like it or not. I will not have you mistreating yourself like this. Now come on we're doing a home spa."

Beelzebub

Everything seems wrong. You aren't eating well. And today you look like you're about to pass out while eating dinner. He can't eat when you're like this - he doesn't want your leftovers anymore.

You try to smile at him, "I'm okay Beel. I'm just not very hungry." He isn't buying it but you leave so suddenly he couldn't say anything. You seemed to brush people off and be on your own these days.

He noticed you skip the lunchline at school to scurry off to a lonely table to finish up some work. He gets an extra plateful of food and sets it down next to you.

"Beel I said I'm not hungry." You try to say but Beel is having none of it. He snatches your stuff away. "School can wait, you need nourishments to work. I won't let you work before you eat all of this, MC."

Belphegor

This is heavily annoying to him. He sees you running out of your room, sneaking into the library to study at 3 AM in the night. Did you just wake up and decide not to sleep ever again?

When he tries to approach you about this, you act snappy and cold towards him. He doesn't mind - he understands why you're like this. He's grumpy half the time when he doesn't get to sleep either.

As if he needed more reason to resent Diavolo. Not only did he drag you down from Earth and now's he overworking you in school. Is this supposed to help somehow? Cause the only thing this has done is reduce the smiley chirpy MC to Lucifer version 2.0

One day he sees fall head first onto the floor as you try to flee your room. You stumble and shake as you try to get up again. "Okay that's it. Enough of this." Belphie appears and takes you back to your room, throwing you on the bed. "Belphie I'm fine I just need to finish-"

"You need to finish your sleep. I thought humans had better self-preservation than this. You will not get out of bed until you've caught up on your sleep" He tucks you in bed and stays there until you fall fast asleep.