#- to immediately turn you against said person. and if you read it w/o that label in mind this is a perfectly neutral text

[daz4i]

you ever see a callout post or w/e where it's like. yeah okay when i see these (hopefully not faked) screenshots i can see why you'd interpret it the way you did. BUT this is also like the worst possible way you could read it if you don't give op any benefit of a doubt because you already decided they're awful. like sometimes someone isn't evil they're just not good at phrasing themselves and if you dedicated even 30 more seconds to reread what they said without attaching your own expectations you will likely be way less angry about it

[escxpiism]

( olivia holt, 23, she/her ) * hey, i’m looking for the office of ALICE ADAMS. they’re the EMPLOYEE who’s known around the office as THE MASK if that helps ? not to be a gossip, but i’ve heard that they’re ADAPTABLE but JADED, is that true ? i also heard that they’re the one who CATFISHED DAVID HASSELHOFF. anyways, here’s the coffee they ordered.

hi y’all !! i’m may ( 21 // est // she/her ) and i am super super pumped to be here !! i’m also very much writing this against my better judgment ya girl’s running on four hours of sleep and has the option to sleep more but......... is not tired ?? so i do apologize if my mind is secretly tired and makes this intro,,,, even worse than it would be fahouedn. on with the show !! anyway anyway!! feel free to like this if u wld like 2 plot and i will hit u up!!

( also, for some vibes if you so choose to read, here’s the link to her playlist ! )

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QUICK FACTS:

full name: alice audrey adams

date of birth: october 26th, 1997

*will not perfectly reflect the zodiac big three below because that’s.... math.

zodiac big three: scorpio sun, virgo moon, taurus rising

gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her

sexual orientation: bisexual

education: ged, bachelor’s degree in film — pratt institute

enneagram: 4w3

mbti: enfp

temperament: sanguine-melancholic

label: the mask

various inspirations: “nutshell” - alice in chains, “santa monica” - everclear, “polly” - nirvana, “jennifer’s body” - hole, “creep” - stone temple pilots, kate wallis ( cruel summer - shhhh ), heather davis ( crazy ex-girlfriend ), satana hellstrom ( marvel comics ), bojack horseman - without the amount of problematic ego ( bojack horseman ), eddie huang ( fresh off the boat ), the great britney spears evolution ( temporarily stopping at circus era )

BACKSTORY:

triggers in order: toxic family dynamic, grooming (nothing super in-depth), kidnapping (? like it was ‘willing’ but no. see next trigger for why), toxic “relationship” (and 11yr age gap w/ a 16y/o we hate it), straight-up captivity, very brief mention of suicide + heroin (very!)

*would like to quickly preface that this isn’t just Dark for the sake of being r/im14andthisisdeep but that’s for a later time **(also! i have markers for where the grooming + Super Dark parts begin and end! -- also, the Super Dark part is all very public knowledge. had articles. media frenzy. first thing that comes up if you google her name) *** also. if u need it then a tl;dr is below this section hfkldsa

alice audrey adams was born to the type of family that names all of their children alliterative names ( however, they sadly didn’t get their own kardashian-style show )... alexis adams (working name, utp if taken as a wc)... alfie allison adams (working name, utp if taken as a wc)... born to anna adams and allen adams... we hate it here.

as u can see... all of the kids were basically named after allen... they all had ‘al’ names.... extremely confusing 

plot-twist: THAT’S the darkest part

the adams were very concerned with public image. as a family in the upper echelon, they simply had to be! a narcissist father, a distant mother, put in competition with her siblings — there was no truly healthy dynamic in the household. but they looked good. they went to church every sunday, a ‘wwjd’ sticker on the back of her mother’s car. they did just enough activities and took just enough trips together to get the image across. they threw parties. they attended parties. they were the picture perfect american family — they even had two cats in the yard! life used to be so hard! 

of course, in reality, this all left ms alice quite the lonely gal. but don’t worry! she didn’t turn to hedonism! lord no! instead, she turned to other people. a lot of friendships — couldn’t tell if they were real or #fortheclout — but at a point, did it matter? 

grooming tw: it all came to a screeching halt when she met luke johnson, the son of their neighbors. he came back from california to georgia to visit family, care for his ailing father. oh, he was a good man! sure, he was ‘somewhat’ older than her — 27 when she was 16 — but he was such a good, handsome young man! and they were all still calling him young man, after all. 

alice ‘began’ a torrid affair with luke after about a month into his visit. although she saw no immediate wrong in it, he insisted she keep it a secret ‘for the time being’ — which really just made it all the more exciting! he made all the storm clouds that hovered disappear.

one day, the levee broke for alice (still figuring out what exactly happened because i don’t wanna go too dark since this is already extremely dark, but trust that it had something to do with her parents and was just enough to push her over the edge). convinced luke was the only safe person, she turned to him. knowing their small community would catch on and essentially exile him, he took that opportunity to convince her to go back to santa monica with him where they could ‘start anew’ after his father’s death.

there are a few details i plan on adding regarding like. how legality playing into it. but i may just reserve those for an official bio lhakfsdfj

**BEGINNING OF SUPER DARK** for a while, there was the question of whether they should consider it a kidnapping or not. she went with him willingly, but she was still underage (and… you know, that age difference… the power dynamic... gross y’all). the adams insisted that it was (bc it basically was lbr) — primarily because it would make them look far better — but the community still questioned the logistics and legalities of it all… ugh. did the police really wanna deal with that? ugh. 

in any case, on the other side of us america, autumn was nearing. alice would have the very occasional inquiry over how school would work (very occasional! don’t worry, luke!), over the logistics of her new life… and, after receiving multiple calls from various friends (in addition to her siblings) that sounded genuine, began wondering… if she’d made the right choice. questions about him.

when she began bringing up the idea of going back — at least for the school year!! — he would continuously remind her that she was not old enough to buy herself a plane ticket (and he was not about to do that). she also couldn’t rent a car yet (and he certainly wouldn’t let her take (one of) his car(s)!). but most importantly? he loved her. and she loved him. (what a creep!)

so, for a hot second, it seemed like she was stuck. damn legalities!! damn love!! you know, until she texted her older sister back with all of the problems that only being 16... and “in love”.... caused. her sister offered to fly down, buy her a plane ticket, and fly back with her. 

when luke saw this (with all the unrestricted access to her phone he had so he could block, delete, and manipulate as he pleased), he confronted her. things went awry. she wound up in his budding wine cellar (which he soon emptied, of course… those merlots :( ….). he messaged back and, as her, said it was actually all good!! luke had figured out the logistics and she could call whenever she wanted!!

and those calls became frequent! because she would pick up when luke held it up to her! because she was pretty sure luke would kill her if she didn’t!

she wasn’t sure how long it was until she was officially Found. it took what was ruled a suicide by luke, a shot to the head and heroin in his system, to finally get any authority’s attention. all she knew was that she went to santa monica in mid june and she stopped seeing regular daylight by late july. so some time in august to some time in april… **END OF SUPER DARK + GROOMING**

she was returned to georgia shortly after and everything was different. from herself to her friends. but everything was also the same. from her room to her family. it was all… teasing. she began going to therapy, but she really sucked at it?? so she just let her therapist rely on various articles that covered the event. because it had been a media circus. good enough, amirite?? 

she didn’t have the will or patience to put on that peppy facade she’d had before, but there were still a few things she found a smidge of joy in. music (although her taste had… slightly altered and wow! it’d been almost a year since she’d picked up that bass!), videography… just those small things, you know?? 

for the first half of the ~ 2014 fall semester ~, she attempted actual school. really was not working out. with, for probably the first and only time, her parents’ approval and understanding, she dropped out and studied for a ged -- shorter and self-led -- instead. 

she passed with a pretty decent grade... but it’s been argued that she really shouldn’t have gotten into pratt institute (she was at least realistic and didn’t apply to, like… cornell), but she did. national news helps. 

while in the concrete jungle where dreams are made of, she learned of masters. she submitted an application as a joke — because her grades sucked!!!!! — but guess who got a job?? oh, she could pretend it was because her selected portfolio was actually genuinely good… but, man… we all know…

fun fact: my uncle applied to harvard as a joke. some twenty-five years later, we still haven’t heard back :\

she… continues to suck. like… she kinda wants the place to eventually burn down?? figuratively speaking (or is it…) but ya, for all the monopolizing she has seen turn people Evil?? but the hell can she do about it… just gotta make sure she keeps her in-house videographer job… maybe she can do something about it when she like… is capable. fuaihoelwdjkn

she sees an in-house therapist and i’d say ‘good for her,’ but it was mandated l m a o 

doesn’t talk about herself all that much!! but that might not matter for some people, yk?? ugh journalism <3 

y’all im so bad at ending intros.

TL;DR:

(consult above trigger list): bright kid in a super rich and toxic family because obviously. everything they did was just to look good <3 also they all had ‘a’ names which is the biggest tragedy of all :( ‘fell in love’ when she was 16ys/o with a 27y/o who was visiting to care for his father in his final days. had a torrid affair. creep. creep (luke) basically made her ‘fall in love.’ she thought creep was the only safe person at one point and creep was like ‘wanna go back 2 santa monica w me?’ and she was like ‘yes.’ and everyone was like ‘was this kidnapping... we cant tell....’ then he became even more possessive when she started questioning him and some logistics. when she finally found a way she could go back to georgia for a spell, he was like ‘no u can go in my wine cellar btw i will be taking all of the wine out.’ he kept her there from august to april and... only reason he didnt keep keeping her was bc he was Caught so. back to georgia where the devil went down. everything was Worse. even the things that were the same. but hey, the sob story that landed her in the news plenty of times got her into a college she shouldn’t have gotten into and gave her a leg-up in a joke application for a job at masters (in-house videographer). really bad at doing her work but like... fuck the man i guess?? 

PERSONALITY + HEADCANONS:

has no time for Fake Nice (which, as a born southerner, she’s really good at sniffing out!). has no time for arrogance. kind of makes her at odds with the nyc upper class...

on that note, still got a lil bit of some georgia twang

she lets herself indulge in various vices, but has left a previous hedonist status. weed and alcohol are still pretty common, but everything else is kept at arm’s length.

also, while on that topic, she Does Not drink wine. being trapped in a cellar... kinda makes u averse. like. literally despises it. will go on autopilot and make it KNOWN if offered wine.

also ALSO while on that topic, after looking it up and seeing she fits the new york city requirements, she has a medical marijuana card <3 the one good thing, if u ask her, to come out of therapy/psychiatry <3 will not show it off unless absolutely NECESSARY bc then it gets personal or <3 will lie about why and say it’s like for epilepsy or sumn unless ur rolfe but <3 she has it <3

at odds with herself. enjoys the company of others, definitely has a history of being an extrovert, but has become very selective with the company she keeps. 

VERY private person! has had enough public standing! 

...has occasionally used her story to advance her tho bc it’s her national newsworthy tragic story and she can exploit it if she wants <3

when good charlotte said “i don’t wanna be in love”?? she felt that. her last ‘relationship’ ruined that for her <3 save her <3 

used to be really into pop! bc pop is fun! she loved some britney (i mean... she still does... how can u not!)! but. her taste has changed drastically. rarely listens to pop. has traded britney for like.... hole and the like.

her parents didn’t use this as the basis for her name but,, 2 me,,, she’s named alice for a reason <3 gotta luv alice in chains <3

y’all i found a youtube comment on a video called ‘nirvana - half the man i used to be’ (the song was, in fact, ‘creep’ by stone temple pilots) and it’s <3 her music taste <3 click here for it <3

the above said, dresses like she’s in seattle in the early 90s. 

her rumor is true btw she DID catfish david hasselhoff and she will proudly tell u. it’s her best accomplishment.

completely stopped talking to her parents and got cut-off a while back ago so now she’s livin like the Prols

which is how a rich kid one of my profs once advised referred to his classmates.... hilarity ensues.

the above in mind, her parents say she’s testing the waters as a ‘normal person’ to save face. they can’t have anyone knowing their family isn’t perfect <3

she has a pet turtle whom she named “dr. turtle,” although he’s constantly referred to as “doc” or “the doc.” he has his own youtube channel and tiktok account.

she has a wall full of evidence that courtney love did not kill kurt cobain... it makes sense, believe me.

became a vegetarian...... partially because it was different from her original life and a way to control something, partially because this commercial made her feel SO BAD.

literally her default mode is stoned like... a totally sober alice is rarer than a nessie sighting

when she was 18, before she could ‘hold her liquor’ as well as she can now, she got a lil too drunk and now has a portrait tattoo of courtney love on her forearm. but it was done well at least!!

kind of ironic considering her career, but RARELY posts on any social media site except twitter. after the media circus in 2014 and All Eyes On Her, she’s just..... so tired...... of ppl seeing her face and being like ‘omg ur that wine cellar bitch!’

(drugs tw) has become more and more Addicted to playing around with fate. j chill on a ledge, talkin to some pals, but deciding it’s a good idea to swing her legs on the wrong side of ledge? totally! mixing a lot of alcohol with opioids which she is not accustomed to? DEF!! (end tw)

more to come!!

CONNECTION IDEAS:

i have two (2) queued up!! but while we wait for them to post, i’ll just… link them over here: 1, 2

muse u <3 the other half of her subplot from the main <3

her older sister!

her younger sibling!

some of the basics!! you know: close pal, roommate, drug buddies (but she gotta hit them up), fwb, ons, frenemies, enemy

ppl who recognize her from the 2014 luke johnson articles and have either brought it up or,,,,,,, act Awkward™

cld be fun 2 just have like. a jam bud. someone who plays any instrument and they j. jam sometimes.

ppl she sells. some of her medical marijuana to. bc yk what weed may be legal in nyc now but,,,, she’s still found a way to be broke she will accept anything. and also it just became legalized THIS YEAR so!!

i have a budding wc page @ https://escxpiism.tumblr.com/wcs (and when i say budding, i MEAN budding) so feel free 2 check it out!!

more to come!!

[lyrazehedgieboiii]

Sonic catches Amy reading / writing sonadow fan fiction?

LMAO YES, THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS ONE, I WANTED TO DO THIS SOOOOO BAD. ALSO SORRY THIS WAS LATE.

Sonic was over at Amy’s house, enjoying some cookies and tea, because goddamnit, her double chocolate-chip cookies were to die for.

  “Thanks for inviting me over, Ames. These cookies are sooo good!” Sonic moaned in delight. Amy giggled.

   “You’re welcome, Sonic. I made some for Tails, but the poor little guy was up all night working on an invention, so I put some cookies on the counter for him, and wrote a note, so he knows I made them.” Amy said, as she put the tray down on the coffee table. “Anyways, I’m going to change, you can turn on the T.V. Okay?” Sonic nodded. She went to her room, and Sonic watched as her sway her hips. He got a little excited, but controlled it. He turned his head back and turned on the T.V. Please be Comedy Chimp, please be Comedy Chimp-

And it’s a drama. Wait no. It’s a play. It’s Hamilton. Wait, wasn’t it supposed to be on Disney Plus on July 3rd? Oh welp, might as well watch this. Sonic remembered the time he and the gang found Amy’s script, and they acted to it. He looked in the drawer that it was originally in, only to find a book labeled ‘Sonadow.’ Curious to what it was, he opened it, and skimmed to a random chapter. It said ‘Pregnancy Test.’ He started reading until he realized that Shadow and himself were the protagonists of the story. Shadow was the pregnant one. This book was in Amy’s house. In. Her. Drawer.

   “Okay I’m back-” Amy stopped in her tracks when she saw Sonic holding the book. She immediately thought of excuses and stories to why she had that book. She wrote it, but was glad that she hadn’t written her name down in the book, otherwise it would get very weird between them. “That’s n-not mine...” Sonic appeared quite flustered.

    “Then who does it belong to?” Sonic asked, his eyes twitching in what seemed to be anger.

    “...Would you believe me if I said it belonged to Lyra?” Amy replied, hoping Sonic would actually fall for that.

   “Makes sense, I guess. I mean, I thought she shipped...well...us?” Sonic blushed deeper while saying.

   “S-she has many ships, so don’t expect her to have just one...” She knew that Lyra had OCD’s when even thinking about Sonadow, but it was the only reasonable excuse she had, she didn’t want it to become awkward between them.

  “O-Oh...y-you haven’t read this, have you?” He asked her.

  “I saw the title and understood immediately...” She said cautiously. She knew Sonic very well, but at a time like this, she was very confused as to what his reaction would be.

  “That girl is going to publicly humiliate me one day.” Sonic nervously chuckled. Amy repeated his actions, not sure of what to do now.

  “I-I’ll give it back to her later, why don’t you just eat the cookies and pretend you never saw that?” Amy said in a rushed expression. Sonic noticed and decided not to think too much of it.

  “...Okay...” He hesitated before saying.

- TIME SKIP!!!! -

Amy was sitting in her room, doing something on her laptop that had her complete focus, Sonic observed. He made some sounds on purpose to see how Amy would react, but she didn’t even seem to notice.

   “What is she doing? She’s never this distracted.” Sonic thought out loud, only to hear Amy giggle while typing something in. She looked like she was about to swoon. She started cracking up, and put the laptop on the edge of the bed, which was on the other side, and she got on her back and tried to take deep breaths. Sonic snuck in through her windows, which have no glass and are covered by tapestries. He started reading whatever she was typing and saw Shadow’s name.

  “Ah~ I just love Sonadow~ It has a better chance of being canon than SonAmy will ever have.” She said, completely unaware of the second person in her room. Sonic got up and cleared his throat. Amy’s eyes immediately widened, her eyesight never leaving the ceiling. “IS SOMETHING LYRA WOULD SAY HEHEHEHEH...” Amy nervously continued saying, before taking the computer.

   “Then how come you were writing it?” Sonic asked in a disapproving tone.

    “Uh...Lyra was asking me to edit it, so I was helping?” Sonic still looked unconvinced. he yanked the laptop out of her hands.

   “Why the fuck do you think that SonAmy has a less chance of being canon compared to Sonadow?” He questioned, waving the laptop in the air.

   “Well, you would never like me, and you’re always arguing with Shadow and you just seem like you enjoy his company more than when you’re with me.” Amy replied sadly, her ears drooping.

  “Ames, I enjoy your company! I just tease him that he’s slow, that’s all. No romantic feelings for him. Just rivalry and friendship!” Sonic exclaimed. Amy giggled.

 “But wouldn’t you like to be more with him?” Amy asked, scooting closer.

  “Eww, no. He’s too emo. I prefer girls.” Sonic said, dropping the laptop on the bed, and putting his hands behind his head.

   “Yeah, I know. I see how you always flirt with them...” Amy responded with a melancholy tone. Sonic noticed this and got an idea.

   “Welp, I gotta go...run, and stuff like that.” And with that, Sonic zips off to who-knows-where. Amy quickly grabs her laptop and clicks the publish button.

- MEANWHILE WITH SONIKKU -

Sonic went to Lyra’s house to get something, and he went back to his hut in less than two seconds.

  “Okay, Sonamy. What are lemons...” Sonic zoned out, wondering what on Mobius citrus had to do with Sonic and Amy. Sonic wasn’t a huge fan of having anything with lemons in it, and he knew that Amy doesn’t really make sour or bitter foods. He clicked on what said Sonamy boom lemons, and saw that there were a lot of chapters. He went to the first one, and started reading. “Oh. OH. OHHHHH MY CHAOS, HOLY SHIT! THAT’S A LEMON?! AND WHY THE FUCK IS MY DICK ONLY FOUR INCHES IN THIS STORY?! IT’S MORE THAN THAT-” Sonic stopped himself when he realized that he was upset over his member size and not the fact that Amy was taking control of him in this story.

   “I need something...AH! Here! This is perfect.” Sonic smirked at his idea, and then ran to Amy’s house to bring his idea to action.

  “Sonic?” Amy answered the door, and her face was showing shock. Sonic walked towards her, until she was leaning against the back of her couch.

  “My beautiful Ames, my gorgeous Rose, how would you like to go on a date with me?

   “I-I-I-I...what?” Amy asked flustered at the sudden and definitely unexpected question.

   “Did I stutter? If anything, you were the one stuttering. I know, I’d be stuttering too, if I were to ask me out on a date~” Sonic repeated himself, adding a witty comment in that.

  “Are you Sonic?” Amy cautiously questioned, hoping this wasn’t another prank by Morpho.

  “I am, Amy. Sonic the Hedgehog, Fastest Thing Alive.” Sonic proudly stated. Amy giggled.

  “So you are. Why are you asking me out on a date? Is this to prove that you’re not into Shadow?”

  “No. I’m asking you out because I want to, and you better say ‘yes’ or I’m just going to nag you until you do.”

  “Okay, okay. Yes. I’ll go on a date with you, but what’s up with your sudden flirtiness? You never act like this, let alone with me.” Amy inquired. That made Sonic smirk.

   “Why not? I have to be your dream hedgehog, otherwise you’d ship Silver with Shadow.” Sonic responded. Amy shook. Sonic got worried by her weird uncharacteristic actions. “Amy! Why are you shaking? Are you okay?” He saw that her eyes were glossed with tears. “Amy! Are you crying?” He honestly didn’t know what to do, hug her? That’s what Amy does whenever someone’s crying. He wrapped his arms around her, genuine worry crawling over his features. Amy flinched as soon as his hands touched her, and she backed away after taking in everything.

-----------STOP HERE------------------- There are two endings for this story. Right under this is the humorous one, and below that is the one for hopeless romantics.

      “Okay Sonic, game’s over. What do you want?” Amy asked after attempting to ignore the weird twitch and tingles in her body.

     “Whatever do you mean, Amelia?” Sonic responded in a dreamy tone. Amy rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips.

    “Do you even like me? You only flirt with every other girl, apparently not me...unless you’re trying to get or prove something...” Amy hesitatingly tells him, puzzled as to why he was acting charming to her. Sonic’s cheeks and ears turned a deep shade of red.

   “...Maybe, but I only flirt for a reason-”

   “Don’t give me that shitty excuse, Sonic the Hedgehog. You’re a terrible liar, and I don’t want to hear it.” Amy sassed out, which wasn’t surprising to Sonic, because ever since they all moved to Hedgehog Village, her attitude changed, as so her habits.

   “But it’s not...I actually like you! And if I have to chase you for the rest of my life to prove it, so be it! I’ll run everywhere just to look for you! I want you~!” Sonic whispered in her ear, after giving it a nip and kiss.

   “Please don’t. I don’t want our reputations tarnished because you decide to run after me like some kind of weirdo. Honestly, I should’ve written that you were the pregnant one,” (anyone noticed the fanfiction reference? :D) Amy stated bluntly. Sonic took two steps towards her. He leaned his face in her’s.

  “Say that again, Pinky.” Sonic warned as her arms went around his neck. He heard a ‘POOF,’ and sweatdropped.

   “What did you call me, Blue Boy?” She queried. Sonic started to sweat and blushed once again at the sudden closeness. His confidence then returned out of nowhere.

   “I called you, Pinky. What’s the matter? Don’t like it?”  Sonic smugly replied. Amy glared at him.

   “It’s not that, it’s just that I’m getting turned on by the second~.” Amy lustfully said, biting her bottom lip. Sonic widened her eyes.

  “W-WHAT?!” Sonic shrieked out, not knowing whether to pounce or to run away.

   “Why are you acting all jumpy? You literally just bit my ear in a seducing tone!” Amy yelled out at him, her sexy act forgotten. Sonic looked heavily disturbed at Amy’s choice of words.

   “Seducing?!” Sonic squeaked. Amy was trying her best not to swoon at how adorable she found that squeak to be.

    “Yes! Don’t you want me?!” Amy hollered, her own cheeks burning up.

    “Okay, fine! Yes! Now can we get to the part where we say how we feel and kiss?” Sonic uttered out.

     “I love you!” Amy exclaimed. You shouldn’t be shocked by her boldness, as she’s been like that all her life.

    “I-I l-lo-love you too!” He responded. There was practically steam coming out of their ears by the amount of blushing that was happening.

    “Let’s kiss!” Before Sonic could respond, Amy pounced on him and tackled his lips. They both felt fireworks soar through their body, shivering at the new sensation that they gave each other.

   “Give me a strip show, baby~” Sonic inaudibly murmured in her ear.

   “Only if you use protection.”

   “What’s the fun in that?!”

HOPELESS ROMANTIC ending----------

   “I-I’m sorry.” She breathed out in a troubled voice. She slammed the door shut, and ran to her room sobbing. Sonic was confused. What did he do wrong? He knocked on the door, before remembering that this was Amy Rose. She never opened the door when she was upset, she just wants to be alone.

  ‘Well, not today!’ Sonic thought, as he broke down Amy’s door. He was going to have hell to pay, but it would be worth it. He went to her bedroom door and heard her crying. He did the same thing that he had did with Amy’s front door, and saw her face-first on the bed. He tip-toed towards her, and crawled on top of her. She looked so fragile in this state, that he just wanted to hug her sadness away.

  “Ames, if you’re ready to talk, why are you crying?” Sonic gently raised her chin up and asked.

  “Haven’t you wondered why I even like Sonadow fanfiction?” Amy asked her love interest. Sonic thought for a moment, and realized that not even he knew why she liked it. It was probably the most random thing she’d be into, and the ship itself was very random.

  “Never really thought about it during the thirty minutes in which everything happened. It actually makes me think about it now.” Sonic told her. She wrapped her arms around his torso, which caused Sonic to stiffen. After a few moments, he began to rock her side-to-side to calm her down.

  “I thought you’d never love me, so I tried to keep my mind out of reality...” She said, sniffling in between. “At first, I started reading fanfiction. I saw SonAmy fanfiction, and it broke my heart seeing it. I read Sonadow, and it still hurt, but I just couldn’t get enough of it, next thing I know, I’m writing a popular story on Fanfiction platforms and the compliments and comments I get makes me feel happy. Even though it injures my heart too much...” Amy sobbed. Sonic lowered his eyelids.

  “Amy, if it’s giving you a heart-ache, then why do you still do any of that?” Sonic queried. Amy gave an emotionless chuckle.

  “People say that I make them happy writing the fanfiction. They smile, and I’m happy that I make them happy. Even if it pains me to do it.” Amy smiled. (Lmao don’t worry, it doesn’t happen to me) Sonic couldn’t tell whether it was because she was happy genuinely, or her clouded, closed mind was telling her that she was happy. She clearly wouldn’t be happy if it gives her pain.

  “Then stop it. It hurts you, so you should stop. You’re basically telling yourself to feel the pain.” Sonic told her while stroking her quills gently. He kissed her forehead and continued. “Start connecting with your friends and soon-to-be-boyfriend, please.” Sonic said, trying to keep a straight face as he felt her jolt up.

  “When you say soon-to-be-boyfriend, do you mean, you?” Amy asked, trying her hardest not to wag her tail in excitement.

   “Who else? Plus, don’t hide your tail, I wanna see it~.” Sonic lustfully whispers in her ear. She took her hands off her of her tail, letting it sway in happiness. Sonic, being a perverted, hormonal 19 year old, got an idea.

...

...

...

  “SONIC! WHAT THE FUCK-” Amy squealed as Sonic actually had the nerve to pull her tail.

   “I wanna see more~”

   “You wanna see more?” She mused. She raised up her dress a little more...

    “YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO MARRY ME IF YOU WANT TO TOUCH ME!” Amy exclaimed, taking Sonic off guard.

   “I JUST BECAME YOUR BOYFRIEND! ONE STEP AT A TIME, AMES!” Sonic yelled back.

   “SO?! IF YOU WANT THIS BODY, THEN YOU’LL HAVE TO VOW TO IT!” Amy continued. Sonic made a face.

   “WELL I LOVE YOU, MY BEAUTIFUL ROSE!” Sonic unexpected shouted.

   “ISN’T SCREAM THERAPY WONDERFUL?! IT MAKES YOU REVEAL YOUR THOUGHTS MUCH EASIER THAN JUST SAYING THEM! ALSO, I LOVE YOU TOO, YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Amy screamed.

   “WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND?!”

   “ONLY IF YOU BE MY BOYFRIEND!”

    “GOOD!”

    “FANTASTIC!”

And they all lived happily ever after, (Eggman is in his lair fangirling with me) THE END.

[hwangskz]

in another life (pt. 1) | soulmate! minho

part 1 of the uwma! au series !!!! i was so excited to get this up bcs, if u hadn't realised alrdy, i LOVE uwma with my entire heart :( (ps if any of u watch any bls or even just uwma pls hmu thank u) and pls read this post b4 or after ur done reading this fic so u don't get confused in the next part!! +++ tw suicide !

• "y/n….do u like him?"

• ur automatically reminded of the time u first met

• u remember it as clear as day

• u both had taken film as ur major and on the first day, ur college held a lil gathering

• u picked up the nearest headband and read it's label

• 'belle'

• so….were u supposed to find ur beast now???? JSGSSHE THAT'S WHAT THEY SAID

• BUT UR RUNNING OUT OF TIME !!!!!!

• "10 seconds to find ur partner!!!!"

• u looked around bcs u were NOT standing in front of that huge crowd, later trying to find ur partner

• when a boy caught ur eyes

• he stood on the side, his hand limply holding the blue headband as he looked around

• and he looked ?? sad :( ??

• "last 5 seconds!!!"

• u turned around one last time and ?? EVERYONE HAD FOUND THEIR PARTNERS ALREADY??

• so u RAN towards that boy

• and caught him off guard as u pulled him down to sit on the ground as the announcer continued talking and giving out future tasks 

• "hey."

• "???"

• wow this boy is worse than YOU at communicating

• "are u sure we're partners??"

• "..."

• "right, yea. i was the one who dragged u..haha..sorry.."

• so u pulled his hand up to view his headband

• 'prince adam'

• u probably looked really confused rn bcs u just made the guy speak up

• "beast."

• u looked up, OBVIOUSLY confused

• this new voice box working??? wonder whose it is

• ":o huh?????"

• he sighed and held it up for u

• thank u nameless boy bcs ur hands kinda WERE getting tired JDKHD

• "prince adam is the real name of the prince in disney's beauty and the beast."

• ":OOO REALLY???? wait but how do u know"

• "..... google?"

• "... RIGHT sorry haha"

• even after the lil gathering ended and u got to go to ur class

• ur mind was still thinking abt the guy

• u probably didn't even notice u had entered the class w that DULL ASS look until

• "ouc- WHO THE F-???????"

• "still in ur dreams?? lmao dumbass"

• ":O SHIN RYUJIN"

• "this group needed the following of a sane person so im here too. hello to u too, y/n"

• "MISS YEJI??? PEOPLE THAT I KNOW AND CHERISH????? ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚ OMG HELLO TO U TOO"

• and there it was, once again, ryujin trying to get ur over affectionate ass off of her as yeji laughs 

• well iN UR DEFENSE, U MISSED UR BEST FRIENDS AND MEETING NEW PEOPLE TERRIFIES U

• and when u take a seat

• u can't help but follow the movements of the boy who enters the class

• his moves aren't rushed; they seem calm. too calm.

• and that's when u hear all the whispers around u

• "is that blood on his shirt? is he already following in his dad's footsteps?"

• ‘what footsteps?’

• "i heard he dragged his partner today for the freshman gathering today?"

• ‘but i was the one who dragged him..then how-’

• "y/n?"

• "h-huh?" 

• yeji's third call woke u up from ur train of thoughts

• "are u ok?"

• "yea.. i'm fine. dw!!"

• "see i told u they’re thinking abt their fantasy boys and/or girls again it's fine"

• "WH- EXCUSE ME I DON'T FANTASISE!!!!!"

• "yes y/n l/n i totally believe that"

• "SHUT UP RYUJIN"

• ur group's laughters echo in the room, along w the other friend groups'

• except for that boy who now sits in front of u

• u wonder if he's waiting for his friends

• but they never seem to show up

• even though it's alrdy been over 5 months now

• and that pretty boy in front of u is DISTRACTING u from the lesson (๑•ૅㅁ•๑) !!!!!

• and this one particular day..yeji and ryujin were absent..

• so u were kinda lonely anyways

• and hearing ppl continue to whisper abt that guy..it made u wanna talk to him again

• u don't know exactly why ?? but u did

• so u gathered up ur stuff from ur desk

• and sat at the desk next to his

• and immediately u could hear the whispers getting a bit louder

• and he ducked his head and turned towards u

• and u decided to ignore those words, and looked at him, with a bright smile on ur face

• "don't worry about them. i'm here now."

• it was something abt u

• something abt those words that made him feel some type of way

• he took in a deep breath as he looked down and then looked at u again

• "......thank you, i guess"

• u nodded and he turned towards his work

• a small smile on his face

• he had found someone

• "so?"

• ryujin asked u, bringing u back from ur flashback

•"yea..i think so.."

• yeji and ryujin sighed

• ur mind : ALERT

• IS IT BAD??? THAT U LIKE HIM???? (๑´╹‸╹`๑) ??

• "y/n...do u not know abt him..?"

• "(o゜ー゜o)??"

• they share a Look and turn towards u, worried looks on their faces

• OK YEA IT PROBABLY IS,,

• "he's the son of a mafia... that's why ppl talk abt him in such..hushed tones..and basically isolate him"

• "and look y/n..we know that isolating him is truly bad, but maybe get a little away? from him? what if u get involved in smthg bad?"

• u...ur honestly a lil shocked

• not fully by the news that his dad is a mafia

• but by the fact that they think something bad can happen when ur with him

• with HIM

• "but it's his dad who is a mafia. he's not at all like that !! he's a bit shy, and is just scared to express himself. and don't worry, yeji. i am not going to get myself in trouble"

• they muttered an "okay" and leaned back against their chairs again

• "but wait.."

• ryujin spoke up again

• "when did u even hangout w him? enough to, well, get feelings for him?"

• "uh well..that day both of u were absent, i went and sat w him in class..then shared some of my lunch w him when i saw him on the rooftop..and kind of having been bringing him lunch and staying w him..during that time.."

• they laughed, and u could feel the tension easing away

• "never knew y/n's a dom lmao"

• "they seem like a switch tho"

• "SHUT UP"

• and so u did join the guy 

• (who's name u had learned to be lee minho)

• whenever u found him to be lonely

• and even tho minho seemed to be against the whole idea of u joining him all the time

• trust me he's a whole softie inside

• he just ;;;; he gets so happy whenever u come by

• and not just bring him lunch

• and not only during lunch breaks

• but all the time

• whenever he passes by u

• u always greet him, and 

• wave at him and u just feel like a shield from everyone and all the bad things everyone says and he just

• he can't thank u enough

• but it's not just that

• and he knows that

• even when he sees u coming towards him in the library

• sneaking in some food bcs it IS lunch

• so technically u ARE supposed to bring him food

• "hey !! :D"

• u take the chair in front of him

• and take out the food, both of urs, and shove his one towards him

• "WHY-"

• minho shushes u and u turn around to look if u made anyone else angry

• and perhaps...... u DID.... AJSBBE

• so u just duck ur head as an apology and the furious students go back to studying

• "why are u studying rn???? it's lunch!!!!!"

• "ok and??"

• "rest is important!!"

• "what makes u think i haven't rested enough alrdy?"

• "well i've seen u w the book the ENTIRE DAY ??"

• minho sighs, but then perks his head up

• "u..u watch me..?"

• "!! im not a STALKER-"

• minho shushes u again and ur pretty sure the other students r staring daggers at u rn JDVSJE

• "-im not a stalker,, ur in my class.. right in front of me.."

• minho chuckles silently at ur words

• "sure"

• u were flustered until u realised u just

• u just made the biggest tsundere chuckle

• c h u c k l e

• "did u just …….. chuckle at me…….."

• minho looked down, scared to meet ur eyes bcs shit ur rite

• "no…….what makes u think that………"

• u giggle at his failed attempt to delete that successful moment from ur memory

• minho smiles a little

• he was so happy

• even tho it was abt u

• even tho u had made it CRYSTAL CLEAR that u like him

• like at random times u would be like

• "damn i can't believe i fell for u"

• or

• "oh good lord!! i always try to hangout w the guy i like but he pretends to not like spending time with me!!!!!!! what did i do to deserve this !!!!!!"

• and in these situations what does minho do??

• LAUGH .

• he LAUGHS

• just a bit bcs he's still under that tsundere cover JSGSJSB

• but like !!!!!!! in his defense !!!!!!!

• HE DIDNT KNOW IF U TRULY MEANT IT !!!!!!!

• MAYBE U LIKE HIM JUST AS A FRIEND !!!!!!!!!!!!

• AND HE DIDN'T WANT TO RUIN THIS FRIENDSHIP !!!!!!!!

• that too w his first ever friend..................

• little did he know he was truly so engrossed in his thoughts that he had stopped eating and had been staring at the sky above for like ??? more than 5 mins now ??

• "MINHO ???????"

• he flinched and moved away a bit at the sound of ur voice suddenly piercing his thoughts

• "w-what"

• "bitch i thought u died or smthg...u have been staring above for so long pretty sure some flies even touched ur food and it's now UNHYGIENIC"

• his eyes met urs and, as if he got some idea, he suddenly kept his lunch box away to look at u

• "wait im pretty sure the flies didn't sit on the food!!!! it was a joke-"

• minho exhaled loudly before he spoke

• "y/n?"

• "yes…?"

• "can i ask u smthg…..?"

• "sure!!"

• minho inhaled sharply before continuing

• "do u ever feel uncomfortable? when ur with me?"

• u thought for a while, before giving him a smile and answering him

• "why would i? idk if ur referring to the rumors here...or if they're supposed to be involved here but...they don't affect me. firstly, i don't even know if ur dad truly is a part of the mafia-"

• "he is."

• minho was staring at u intently, wondering how u'll respond to this

• "well, uh, nice for him? i guess? but it's him right? not u? then there's nothing to worry about."

• minho shook his head as he tried to look anywhere but at u

• "but what if u ever get in trouble? bcs of me?"

• "that's on me. not u. and if it's through u, or if u ever get in trouble or smthg-"

• u picked his hand up, holding it tightly, which seemed to catch him off guard

• "-i will protect u."

• he could do nothing but give u a soft smile, before turning his head away

• and so did u bcs damn y/n since when did u become so confident huh JDVSJE

• so u decided to go for it

• "y/n, will u be my partne-"

• u gently pecked his lips before moving away real QUICK JSGEJE

• WAS HE ABT TO CONFESS ???????????

• WHY ARE HIS EYES WIDENED LIKE THAT?????????? DID U

• OH NO U DID SOMETHING WRONG DIDN'T U

• "i-i'm sorry….i didn't mean to-"

• and u looked up in time, only to see minho leaning in, before he connected his lips to urs

• it was a slow kiss

• it took u a while to get the fact into ur head that he's right here

• he is kissing u

• and so u snaked ur arms across his shoulders, as he held u tight, even closer

• and when u both pulled away

• both of u were flushed red

• and it did feel kinda quiet so u just

• "damn im glad we have lunch on the rooftop, huh"

• minho chuckled as he moved away

• "kinda ….. yes"

• and so for the next months u continued to tease him with this JDGSJS

• even tho yall are technically dating now uwu

• but he never tells u he likes u

• which is : frustrating

• bcs u !!!!!! UR THE BIGGEST OVERTHINKER EVER !!!!!!

• ENOUGH TO WIN A CHAMPIONSHIP !!!!!!!!!

• and the fact that EVEN THO he's ur bf and u KNOW it, u continue to be curious if he even likes u :(

• so u just slam ur spoon on the table

• which makes him look up

• "what? is the ramen too spicy?"

• u shoot ur head towards him, a pout on ur face

• "do u like me?"

• ".........what"

• JSHSKWKKW

• Y/N PLS

• "u never….u have never said u like me…...and yea sure im not supposed to question this bcs ur my boyfriend and i know that but im sorry i overthink alot and it's just me saying i like u all the time but not u and i just can't help but-"

• "i …….. i like."

• "huh?"

• u shoot ur head upwards at minho, who now gets up to keep his empty bowl in ur kitchen sink, with a grin along ur face

• "u heard me."

• and u wish u could still be as happy as u were on this day

• when he first confessed

• well, half-confessed

• but u couldn't be

• even as he stood in front of u, saying that he loves u

• and he's grateful for u

• u couldn't stop the tears that continued to stream down ur cheeks

• ur eyes could only focus on the gun that he held right beside his temple

• his dad used to send people behind minho whenever u two went on a date

• "he wants me to go on w his job after he resigns" minho had once told on one of ur dates

• "do u want to?"

• "no, obviously-"

• he held ur hand in his

• "i want to be with u"

• then why

• why was he standing there, with that gun

• that stupid gun aimed at his temple?

• today while u had closed ur eyes, wishing for something, like minho had told u when he brought that birthday cake for u out of nowhere while u and minho were having ur date

• u opened ur eyes when u heard a muffled voice screaming loudly

• only to find it was minho's

• which confused u when u saw the hand covering his mouth

• but surprised u, when u saw his dad standing right behind him

• he kept pulling minho away from u

• minho yelled, tried to free himself away

• but couldn't

• until u yelled at his dad to stop

• and minho dropped on the ground, with his wrists red from being grasped so tightly

• u went on and on abt how he has made minho feel and what minho truly wants

• u had shut ur eyes out of fear

• but u had opened them to see what minho truly wants

• death ;

• an escape

• from all of this

• and so he spoke one more time

• "y/n. remember, i love you, okay? i….i'll always keep my promise."

• and then, a gunshot.

• u weren't sure if time had stopped or if it was just u frozen

• but u could only hear a beep sound going in ur ears as his body dropped on the ground

• limp.

• and at once u leapt towards him, sobbing, u fell to ur knees, ur hands grazing his cheeks and gently hitting his chest

• "y/n…. i don't know how to go on…"

• he had told u this months ago, when u guys had been dating for abt 5 months then

• "minho, we'll always be together, no matter what. i, at least, will be there for u, always."

• minho had looked at u with tears in his eyes 

• he rlly was so stupidly in love w u

• "but what if i...die...someday?"

• u sighed and turned to look at the night sky

• at least none of his dad's assistants had found out abt ur place yet

• (thankfully)

• u turned to look at him again

• "then...i'll die too."

• so that's what u were gonna do

• u searched for the pistol, as u blinked several times to focus properly

• when u finally found it, ur hands shakily reached for it

• and then as u aimed it at ur own temple

• the last part of that conversation popped into ur head again

• "then, will we meet each other in next life?"

• minho thought abt it for a few secs

• "probably"

• u nodded

• "i once heard that...when u fall for someone at first sight, it probably just means that we're recognising our partner's soul from our past life….do u think that will happen w us? do u think we'll…. we'll recognise each other?"

• "...i hope so…."

• u both let out a stifled laugh

• and so u stick ur pinky finger out, asking for his 

• "minho."

• "yes?"

• "promise me."

• "promise what?"

• "promise that…...that we'll find each other.."

• minho was abt to argue w u but seeing ur lil pout

• he had no choice but to agree

• "promise."

• and so, another gunshot was heard.

[voidgremlin]

An Oath to Hope (Chapter 3)

Chapter 3: The paternoster gang are back in town !

In town, there is always crime mucking about, is it because of the high density of its people or the rampant capitalism that encourage people in their worst behavior ? Vastra wasn’t sure but she wasn’t complaining, the busy street and the constant tragedy kept her pockets full of coins and her arms full with work.

As she walked inside the Paternoster agency, she observed the office with the team namely Jenny, Oswin and Strax running around with papers, calling on the phone to find out witness and testimonies. So many files closed and many more under work. This year is got to be a good one, this detective agency was her pride and joy and it was thriving.

If she told herself a few years back that she would recover from the burns on her face and she would met a wonderful, witty and loving wife, open an office about her dream job. Her past self would probably slap her, if not more. She had a lot anger issues and frustration at the time. Her past self would definitely stab her future self if she said anything positive about the future that was for sure.

She smiled, that was the past and it felt good to know that she was able to move away from it.

She smiled until she reached her office. Her neatly organized, carefully curated office with mahogany desk, white orchids that Jenny offered her and pictures of the original paternoster team when opening the agency was messed up. Messed up by the presence of a young man, with a purple hoodie sprawled on her desk and some filthy, awful cookie crumb.  

It won’t be accepted.

“Strax ! Who is in my office ?!” She screamed, startling the poor man who looked at her with tired and annoyed eyes. As if she cared.

The stomp of Strax was heard while he walked toward her and the curious eyes of her colleagues were trying to catch a sight of the intruder inside her office, she looked at the young man fumbling in his bag for what sounded like a lot of papers. He had unkept hair and for her taste an overgrown beard, she is pretty sure that she saw him in the last week while walking down to the office. Several times even, inside a car, staring at a couple and eating popcorn like a sad sack. She only thought that he was a harmless weirdo but now she would label him as weirdly dangerous.

“What is it ma’am ?” Strax arrived and bluntly asked.

“There is a man in my office” answered Vastra calmly motioning to the office.

“Do you want me to remove the threat ?”

“Or you could ask me to leave.” The man chimed in before getting up, a heavy file in hand. “Hello madam, sir, I’m Ajay, I would like to hire you to find a missing person.”

He looked smug, sure of himself as if breaking and entering plus, most importantly investing her office wasn’t reason for being thrown to the police and she hated him immediately.

“Blimey ! Are you hearing that Strax ? He wants to hire us !” she said ironically. “Oh wonderful !”

Strax, of course, didn’t get the subtility “Well sir ! You should have called us we would have given you an appointment. Now please leave the boss’ office without further notice, we will take care of y-“

“Strax please !” Vastra cut him exasperated.

It made Ajay smile. “Please let him continue . I’m loving the energy !” She hated him more.

“That being said” he says his tone being suddenly more serious “There are some reasons as for why I broke into your office and why I didn’t call for an appointment.” He showed off his files motioning her to take it.

Vastra squinted and snatched it from his hands, Jenny walked to be by her side after mouthing a small “hi” to the man before reading the file with her.

“The person who I am searching for should not be found… not officially.”

“What does that means ? Isn’t the point of searching missing person is to find them.” Jenny said with her sweet voice.

“It means that there’s official people with very official actions shouldn’t find them but I need to find her.”

“Which official people ?” Vastra said curtly

“It is a secret.”

“What kind of official actions.” Strax followed.

“If you don’t put your nose everywhere, only legal and calm actions.”

“You are not much of a help.” Jenny said looking at him, trying to figure out if it was a joke or a full on black ops situation. They didn’t have the kind of money to get out of any legal actions against corporation or hell a government but to her dismay, the young man seemed pretty honest with the paranoia linked to the case. He was tired and shaky, a little scared and if Vastra observation of a man watching the office a few nights ago matched him, It would means that he made a stakeout to be sure that they were worth of trust. She drew the conclusion that it didn’t sounded any good and dreaded to hear what was next.

“I did most of the research for years, so really I am a lot of help.” He sighed “I searched for them for years but it turns out that the “very official” people are on my tails and I do not want to lead them to her… Directly.”

On my tails he thought, they were everywhere he was sure of it. Tapped into his phone, mics into his flat. People asking for him in the neighborhood. He knows… He is being followed and it won’t be long before they will make him disappear, before he could tell them anything. The truth he uncovered.

“That is why you sneaked into our office ?  Making us search what you lead them to a false lead.” The burned woman said snapping out of his mind.

“It is the idea. God only knows if it will work.” He smiled trying to be charming and confident.

“It is a no.” Vastra announced.

“W-What ?”

“No. N. O. It is a negation used to …”

“I know what no means ! Why !”

“Person who shouldn’t be found ? You being followed ? Unknown enemies ? I am not taking my team and friend into this mess.”

“I can pay you !”

“I doubt it. You should talk to the police. You are way to helpless to do anything about it.”

“I am not helpless !” he screamed back making loud steps toward Vastra, too short to be anything threatening to her. “I am not helpless. I am into this mess for far far longer than you will ever be. Right now I need help, help to find them before it is too late. Can I appeal to your sense of goodness and kindness ?”

Silence fell unto the group while Vastra though of her response, judging him. He seemed desperate and she does not do despair-motivated case, too much feeling, too much biases.

“Did you choose us for our contacts inside the police ?” Jenny inquired making Vastra smiles, always so clever.

“I- I mean… yes ?”

“You seems someone able and resourceful. Dare I say, if we give you the means and a way to make past you disappear, can you investigate for your friend on your own ?”

“I- I can do that yes. But ?” Ajay seemed a little lost about the proposal.

“We cannot put ourselves in danger without knowing what is it about fully and you seems to not able to share those information. For good reasons I am sure.” Jenny added. “So let’s help each other, we protect you, you protect us and we both help this… Nadzieja Kowalska.” She said staring to file he gave to them. “Do you agree my dear ?” She asked her wife.

Vastra closed her eyes before nodding. “I do not trust you, young man, but I guess this is the best way to deal with whatever this is for now. You investigate your own and only case and as long as you don’t tamper with my office ever again, you are welcome to the team Paternoster sir.”

Strax pouted while watching the whole discussion go before giving back the file to Ajay. “You might need it back then ! Also might need to change your name for the payroll and the administrative papers. I deal with the administrative !”

Ajay stared to the file, slowly caressing an high school’s picture of Nadzieja. He never felt so close to find her, so close to be free of all of it. Finally.

“It won’t be the first time” he murmurs.

[retro-rezz-the-est]

The Right Alpha pt. 2 (Drew/Reader/Roman A/B/O)

Summary: A/B/O action with Drew and Ro accompanied by real time plot lmao. No smut this time, but plenty of angst and fluff.

(A/N: I wanted to get this out for my birthday and for the 500 followers milestone last week but since I’m a lazy piece of shit who’s brain doesn’t work properly, I forgot lol. So here it is! Thanks once again for 500+ and let’s hope that I haven’t lost my marbles due to VKM’s crap by the next milestone. God bless @writinglionqueen and @writing-reigns for being my betas and my support system throughout this. Love y’all both! ^3^)

Warnings: a lot of harassment/sexual harassment, brief flashbacks of the douchebag ex from the first part and Roman and Drew bc they should come with their own warning labels lmao

Word Count: 6728

Read part one here 

(Y/n): your name

                                                       ~~~~~

“You sure you don’t need anything tonight?” Roman asked.

“Trust me, Ro, I’ll be fine,” you said, holding your phone to your ear as you walked towards the backstage door. Even though Ro was still scheduled to be at tonight’s show, he still had yet to show up to the arena. Duffel in hand, you shouldered the door open and were met with the bustling sounds of the production team and the stagehands prepping for that night’s SmackDown Live taping. 

You heard him chuckle in your ear. “If you say so, baby girl. Love you.”

“Love you too, Big Dog.”

Your heart felt light as you ended the call, sighing to yourself and holding the phone to your chest. You’ve been floating on air since Roman and Drew confronted you in that hallway after RAW a few months ago and with the implementation of the new, albeit incredibly stupid, “wild card rule”, you were able to spend more time with your Alphas. For the first time since jumping ship to the blue brand thanks to the new rule, you felt…

...happy.

You were actually eager to come into work that day, mentally preparing for your tag match with Bayley against Alexa and Nikki Cross. Sporting one of the merch tees you stole from Ro and a pair of jean shorts, you tried to maneuver your way around everyone and make it to the women’s locker room in one piece. You tugged on it and bought the collar to your face, inhaling and smiling as the scent of your alpha washed over you.

You really have it bad, don’t you? you asked yourself, your thoughts taking over.

Yep, and I don’t mind one bit.

You didn’t notice the figure in front of you until you crashed into them nose-first, bashing your head against the back of theirs.

“Shit,” you said, pocketing your cell as you tried to speak with a mouth full of hair. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention!”

“It’s ok, girl. I shouldn’t have been standing around like an idiot,” the voice replied, their body turning to face you.

The now-revealed Smackdown Women’s Champ ran a hand through her long hair and smiled at you, taking her other hand off of her suitcase’s handle briefly to give you one of her iconic hugs. When you first transferred from the Monday show, the Beta was the first person to show you any sort of kindness. So, the two of you became fast friends, looking out for each other both in and out of the ring. “So, how’s my fave tag team partner doing?”

“I’m doing well, actually,” you replied as you started off on you way again, her trailing closely behind you. “SmackDown’s a lot more chill than Raw is, to be honest.”

She let out another short laugh. “You’re not wrong here, (Y/n), but the wild card rule keeps shaking everything up around here.”

“Ugh, tell me about it. If I keep having to see the same people getting pushed when there’s quality talent just sitting back here, I’m gonna pull my hair out.”

“I know, right? I’d love to face some of the other girls here, like Kairi or Ember,” she added, unzipping her dark grey hoodie.

You raised your brow at her suggestions and noted, “I would actually pay to see those matches happen.”

“Well, at least it hasn’t been all that bad lately. You still get to see your mates every day thanks to the rule,” she sighed in content and looked at you. “I’m literally so jealous of you. Two mates! How do you guys even function?”

You started to ramble on about your relationship with the two Superstars as the two of you continued to walk down to the locker rooms, but you soon noticed Bayley glancing at you funny.

“What?” you asked her, brushing yourself off. “Is there something on me? Is there something on my face?”

“Nah, there isn’t. I was just hoping that you were gonna get into the more… juicy details,” she cheekily wondered, a sly grin plastered on her face.

“B-Bayley! I’m not gonna gossip about my sex life here! There are three topics you don’t talk about at work: politics, religion, and sex!”

“Aww, come on, live a little!” the beta whined. “Just this one little thing? For me?”

She already knew the answer the moment she looked back at your face, pouting in defeat. She made a move for her pocket and paused, feeling around in it when her eyes went wide.

“What’s wrong, Bayley?”

Groaning, she answered, “My hair ties. I think I left them with that stagehand I bumped into when I got here about an hour ago. Can you wait for me here and watch my bag while I try to find them? I promise I won’t be gone for long.”

“Of course,” you responded as she handed her small suitcase over to you. She shouted a “thank you” in your direction as she ran off and turned a corner.

You dropped your duffel on top of her suitcase and pulled your phone back out and leaned up against the wall behind you, scrolling through your old texts as you drowned out the hustle and bustle around you. You opened your group chat with Drew and Ro, giggling at how they both complained about working with Shane and his behavior.

Reading through the messages, you didn’t notice the shadow that had just loomed over your body. A hand slapped the wall next to your head, but you didn’t want to look up. You didn’t want to look up because you already knew who it was.

Speak of the fucking devil.

“Hello, (Y/n).”

You could already hear the sickly sweet adoration dripping from his voice, but you still didn’t look at him when you responded. “What the hell do you want, Shane?”

“Woah there, Omega. Is that any way to speak to your boss? I feel offended,” he said, his voice still filled with endless loads of fakeness. You could smell the cockiness rolling off him in waves, so much so that you had to hold your breath whenever he was around. The hand on the wall was slowly moving closer to your head and you could hear it, and you hoped to whoever’s above that someone would do something about it.

But no one ever did.

You could feel your hands starting to tremble as he leaned closer to your face. “I was just gonna ask where your two big, bad Alphas were, sweetheart. There’s no harm in that.”

The weight of his leer felt like a brick pressing against your forehead and you kept getting whiffs of want her and mine that you sure as hell didn’t need today. The Alpha above you moved a piece of hair away from your face and chuckled at your hesitance, already familiar with it.

“Y-You should already know where Drew is, you prick. And Ro’s here as well. He’s just not… here… right now.”

Your wolf was going absolutely batshit at the sight of him, and the thought of him touching you made it even more ravenous.

Hit him! Tear into his smug face! Kick him in the balls! Tell him off! Do something already!

You could feel your teeth start to grow sharper as he chuckled again, his free hand descending to your waist while the other made its way to the back of your head. You could feel his gaze lingering in your cleavage, and you felt more exposed than before.

Why can’t he just leave me alone, for fuck’s sake?

“Oh, he’s not here right now? What a shame. Truly,” he said teasingly. Shane’s hands gripped you tighter as he pulled you closer to him, forcing you to look up at him and drop your phone to the floor with a clatter. His eyes were malicious, but they held in them a caring look so fake and plastic that it made you sick.

Your entire body shuddered as you looked into his empty eyes. “Yeah, he’s not here now. So, w-what do you want from me, S-Shane?”

It was still shocking how no one passing by saw him do this to you. It still shocked you how no one interfered with him tormenting you like this.

“You know what I want, (Y/n). Just say yes and I’ll go.”

Resisting the urge to scoff, you uttered, “The fucking answer’s still no and you know why.”

“Aww, come on, live a little!” he whined, mocking Bayley’s earlier comment and making you cringe. “I could show you a really fun time.”

He managed to pull you even closer to his chest and he leaned down to your ear. “Just picture it: a night out celebrating with me and Drew after beating your pathetic, waste of space mate to a pulp once again. And as the night grows even later, we could get more… intimate, if you will.”

Don’t say anything, you told your wolf despite the immediate pushback from it. Shane’s breath was near potent and you actually felt the need to eject a wave of vomit onto his Jordans. Keep quiet and don’t make this any worse for me.

“Plus, seeing as those two idiots haven’t even claimed you yet, I can show that Scottish dud how it’s really done.”

Gripping your hair, he yanked your head back and bashed your head on the wall, ogling at your unmarked neck while you hissed in pain. With your arms stuck against his body, his head fell and he drew his nose over the skin. “You’d love being mine, Omega. I’d treat you right, unlike those absolute brutes you have for mates.”

Don’t do anything because if you do, then you’ll bite his nose off and we’ll be out of a job.

“What do you say, (Y/n)? You wanna take this for a test drive?”

His wedding band started to dig into your side through your shirt and you yelped, telling him, “You shouldn’t be doing this, Shane. You’re married, right? And you have pups?”

He roared with laughter at your comment, and all you wanted to do in that moment was curl into a ball and hide with your mates at your side. He responded with a large grin, saying, “And what about it, sweetheart? She doesn’t have to know now, does she?”

Moving up to your jaw from your neck, his lips brushed against your cheek as he added, “And besides, you like knowing that, don’t you?”

Before he could move closer to your own mouth, his own phone rang and you thanked every deity in existence that he released you and moved away to take the call.

“We’ll finish this conversation later, (Y/n). I’ll see you around.”

Holding the phone to his ear, he brushed off his chest with his free hand and casually walked away, you looking bewildered as he did so. You felt nauseous and dirty, feeling your now sharpened nails digging into the palms of your hands as you curled them into fists.

You hated this.

You’ve hated it since he started this little “game” of his a month ago, and you sure as hell hate it now. You hated how easily he could corner you and make you feel as vulnerable and weak as a small child. And you couldn’t even do anything about it because he was your fucking boss!

Your wolf howled in anger, letting out kill and must tell mates with every other breath. Everything around you continued as normal, but you knew that it was far from it. Your eyes burned with the feeling of unfallen tears and you could feel your breath grow faint when a familiar voice reared in the background. 

“Hey, (Y/n)! I’m back! Sorry I took so long, the stagehand wasn’t in the spot where I had found them originally and I had to go searching for them again but that took ages-”

Bayley stopped her mini rant and took a good look at you, your entire attitude seeming to deflate since she had left originally.

“Hey, are you okay?” the Beta asked you. “You look...sick. Like you’ve just seen a ghost or something.”

Blinking the tears away, you forced a laugh out and moved your hands behind your back. “It’s fine. I’m just… just a little nervous about tonight. It’s my first time going against Alexa and I want my first match with her to go well.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll be fi- oh my god, (Y/n)!)”

You quickly looked around, eyes wide with shock. “What? What happened? What is it?”

“Your hands!”

“My wha- oh.”

Drops of blood were currently dripping from your fists and onto the floor, making small puddles at your sides. You didn’t feel the bite of your nails digging into your skin, but you chuckled nervously and tried to hide them again. She grabbed your wrists in one hand and reached for her bag with the other.

“We have to get these cleaned and wrapped before out match tonight. Come on!” she told you, hoisting your bag onto her shoulder and dragging you by your wrist to the medical personnel with her free hand.

~~~~~

“Haha, take that, Bliss! You’re never getting your hands on this!” Bayley exclaimed at the blonde as the woman clutched her sides at the champ’s feet, you raising her arm above her head in victory. Moments later, Nikki slid into the ring as soon as you two slipped out of it.

Bayley gave you a hug as she started to make her way up the ramp with her title held high, Bliss and Cross limping back up a few minutes later. You, however, walked in the direction of the announce table where an empty chair and headset were waiting for you. You gave a brief greeting to Graves, Saxton and Philips before situating yourself next to the first man.

The last match of the night was a one-on-one bout between Ro and Shane and as always, Shane cockily walked out to the ring with Drew in tow to the sounds of boos from the crowd and his “best in the world” introduction. Drew grabbed two mics for him and Shane before they both climbed into the ring, looking like they absolutely owned the place. It would’ve made you smile if it weren’t for him being the lackey at the likes of Shane. 

Shane raised his to his mouth and was about to talk, but he was interrupted by the blaring sound of Roman’s theme. He came out with a smirk on his face and you could almost hear the thud of his boots as he stalked to the ring.

He threw you a wink when he made it to the ropes closest to you and you smiled, hearing the ref signal for the bell and seeing Shane immediately rush at him from behind. He threw his forearm into the back of Roman’s head and crippled him, making you gasp. Drew applauded at ringside and the two of you locked eyes.

You shuddered under his intense gaze and you quickly looked away just in time to see Shane stomping out Roman, your mate groaning as his heel connected with his chest. You glanced away from the match briefly to discuss other matters with your fellow commentators (minus Graves, of course) before turning back and seeing Shane glaring directly at you, the look in his eyes making feel nauseous as you wrap your arms around your torso.

He winked at you like Roman had, taking his time raking those eyes along your figure and Roman was quick to notice. The Samoan bared his teeth and growled as he began to let out his wolf and rose from the ring floor, charging at Shane and spearing his head into the ringpost he was closest to. As the grey-haired Alpha started to regain his senses again, he threw his chest back and howled with the rest of the Universe and speared Shane again. The match was over before you could even blink, and Roman quickly pinned the other Alpha to pick up the win.

Huh, Shane’s off his game tonight. Good, you thought as you heard the three-count and you stood to clap for your mate. Taking off your headset and thanking the three men at commentary, you made your way into the ring and took Roman’s arm to raise it.

You two quickly moved out of it and began walking up the ramp side by side, his arm thrown around your shoulders and your own wrapped around his waist. Glancing behind you, you saw the dirty look Shane threw you and you smiled internally at that, claiming it as a small victory over him.

He pulled you aside near some supply crates as you made it backstage, bringing you into his chest while you inhaled his familiar scent. It had momentarily calmed your nerves down, being there with him, but they were briskly replaced by a new feeling of dread when he moved your hands from around him and looked down at your bandaged hands.

“How’d this happen, Omega?” Roman asked, worry making his brows furrow. “Did you hurt yourself?”

He started to rub at where the skin of your palms would be as you answered him. “Yeah, I did. I was nervous my match and I didn’t notice my nails digging into my hands. Bayley bandaged me up well, so I should be fine.”

You and your own wolf felt bad for lying to him about them, but you didn’t need him going after Shane with a death wish in tow and getting fired because of it.

This is better, you assumed, seeing his eyes grow soft. It’s better for all of us.

“I’m just glad that you were able to pin Shane tonight,” You raised your hands to cup his face and he nuzzled himself into them, making you chuckle. “Lord knows he needs to be put in his place.”

Roman laughed as you said the last bit under your breath, squeezing your waist before lifting his hands to move yours from his face. “Speaking of Shane,” he questioned, looking down at you with concern in his warm brown eyes, “what was that wink all about during the match? Is there something you’re not telling me, baby girl?”

“What? No,” you scoffed, answering him quickly. “Shane’s just being his usual dickish self in order to get under your skin and make you mad. Nothing more.”

The quickness of your response made the Alpha quirk his brow for a second when he smelled hurt and shame wafting off of you but he brushed it off, agreeing with you. You rose onto your toes and planted a kiss to his cheek, saying, “Now, you wait for Drew here while I go and get our things ready, ok?”

You let go of him and began walking away, hearing him reply with a “yes ma’am” and pivoting on your heel to see him throw up a faux salute in your direction. His eyes lingered on you even as your figure grew smaller until you finally turned a corner.

Your heart wanted to fall out of your chest and flop around on the floor when he asked you about your hands, and even more so when he asked about Shane’s shitty excuse of a wink. But, you persisted, even though your wolf continued to berate you about the situation.

Lying will not make this better. Makes it worse for you and mates. You’ll see.

~~~~~

Since your tag match with Bayley against Bliss and Cross went over so well on SmackDown, you were told that you had to give a dual promo with the blonde Omega the next week on the red brand. 

You arrived to the arena dressed in a casual black tank with some skinny jeans, your sweater tied around your waist. Since the skin on your hands was starting to heal and you didn’t want to encounter Shane again, you decided to take the longer route to the locker room instead, using as many of the hallways as you could. He was always lingering somewhere on both shows and was always eager to find you, and you weren’t taking any chances.

A few minutes had passed since you’d seen anyone and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in. Turning down another empty hall, you felt a presence trailing behind you as you walked, but you paid it no mind. Then, a rough hand grasped your shoulder and spun you around.

“Thought you could run away from me, little Omega?”

How in the absolute hell?!

Your eyes went wide when he spun you around and pinned your arms to your sides. Shane moved in closer and you had the incredible urge to just raise your head and scratch his face up with your teeth.

“H-How did you find me?”

His laughter bounced off the concrete walls, making your bones vibrate. “I told you last week that we’d finish our conversation later. And to me, ‘later’ means ‘right fucking now’.”

He laughed again at your lack of words, your mouth slightly agape and hyperventilating. You were smart in that you didn’t ball your hands up as to not puncture the skin of your palms again, but you were damn near close to.

You could feel his hands sliding up your bare arms and situate themselves at the base of your neck, his thumbs drawing figures along your collarbone. All you could see was his smug grin, complete with eyes that were filled with absolutely zero remorse for what he was doing.

“Why do you do this to m-me, Shane? What did I do to you?”

This caught his attention. “You haven’t done anything yet, but you will.”

Huh?

“Like I said numerous times before, you’ll need a real Alpha like myself to show you the ropes. You’ll need me to claim you and show you how to be a good-”

He talked to you as if you were an incompetent child, and his hold on you grew tighter with every word. You began to struggle and try to get yourself out and away from him, but to no avail.

This hurts.

“- obedient -”

Pain.

“- little Omega for me, (Y/n).”

Struggling became useless as your breathing became quicker and quicker with each passing second and you shut your eyes tight, feeling them shift along with your teeth. His words were reminiscent of those from your ex-lover, and you couldn’t help but see blood red all over at the sound of them. 

All you could think of was how dirty your ex made you feel, putting you down constantly with his hurtful, disgusting actions and words, and he made you feel the exact same way that he had and you wanted him to. You had to physically hold yourself back from pouncing on him and dragging his face into the ground.

Get him now!

“Shane? Shane, where th’ fuck are ya? We’re on in thirty bloody minutes!”

Oh, thank the gods above.

Shane groaned and released you abruptly, causing you to stagger back. “Fucking hell, Drew.”

The large Scottish Alpha’s feet reverberated off the walls around you and he turned the corner closest to you two, looking around. He spotted you both and stomped over, clearly pissed off with Shane.

“What th’ hell, man?! Ya say you were gonna meet me here, an’ then you just rush out like a bat outta hell!”

Dressed in a simple white tee and jeans with a leather jacket on top, he curled his hands and growled, letting off more feral scents combined with his usual one. Through his frustration, he saw the glow of your shifting eyes and how much you were trembling, accompanied by the growing of your nails at your sides.

Eyes flickering between the two of you, he looked at the other Alpha and grimaced. “And what were ya doin’ all alone here with my mate, Shane? I thought I told ya she’s taken.”

The other man chuckled nervously as you cupped your neck, feeling the imprints from his fingers already beginning to bloom into small bruises.

“We weren’t doing anything, McIntyre. I just caught up with her and was just politely asking her a question about her new feud with Alexa. Isn’t that tight, (Y/n)?”

You nearly barfed at his piss poor attempt at being nice, but you decided to play along. “Yeah,” you murmured, willing your eyes to fade to their normal hue and your nails and teeth to shrink down. “We’re all good here.”

You feigned another laugh and quickly put your sweater on, zipping it up fully to keep your skin hidden. Drew looked as if he didn’t buy any of it but soon turned around, grabbing Shane by the collar and dragging him away.

“Woah, hey now, watch the shirt! This thing is worth more than your monthly salary!”

“Cut th’ shit,” the Scot grumbled, stomping away with him in tow. “We’re already running behind schedule and I don’t need t’ hear your daddy runnin’ his mouth at me again.”

And with that, the duo disappeared behind another wall, their voices fading into nothing while you stumbled back into the wall behind you, clutching your chest and feeling your heart race.

“Great,” you muttered, briskly walking in the opposite direction of them. “Hope the Glam Squad has enough concealer to cover these up.”

Your promo was one of the first segments of the night and you were finished with it relatively quickly, getting a fairly good reaction from the crowd when the other woman had come out to do her bit. You were glad everything went smoothly once you finished and when you finally got backstage, you started to make the journey back to get the remainder of your things and head back to the hotel.

You made it to the women’s locker room and shut the door, grabbing your sweater and bending down to stuff it into the bag you had Natalya bring for you. You got out your phone to text your mates and ask them when they were going to be finished when the door behind you creaked open, twin footfalls thudding on the floor. Their scent slowly filled the room surrounded you before you saw them and you relaxed your shoulders.

“Hey, are you guys finished for the night? I was gonna text you to see when you-”

You pivoted on your heel to face the two large Alphas with a grin on your face, Roman dressed in a long sleeved black tee and shorts and Drew in the outfit you saw him in earlier. They stared back at you intensely, Roman crossing his arms and Drew moving to go lock the door.

You shuddered under their intense glares, asking, “Is everything okay?”

Roman was the first one to speak, uncrossing his arms and walking over to you. He moved your bag and took your hand, sitting you down on the bench behind you as the Scot watched from the door.

“Me and Drew were talking earlier, and we feel like you’re hiding something from us, ‘mega.”

Oh, help me now.

“Me? Hiding something from you two?” you pondered, scoffing and chuckling anxiously. “Everything’s totally fine. Trust me.”

“And there it is again,” he shot back, “you’re doing that thing again. You’ve been acting skittish and dodging our questions for almost a month now. Why won’t you tell us what’s wrong?”

He was confused, and you could clearly see the hurt in his eyes when you looked into them. But you couldn’t bring yourself to tell them yet.

Do it.

“I mean, was it something that we said? Something we did?”

“N-No, of course not, Ro! You know you’d never do anything to hurt me! You both wouldn’t!”

You sighed and took your hands out of his, placing them on your head as your eyes fell to your lap. It took everything in you not to burst out into a fiery mix or rage and tears. “Look, I already told you guys before. It’s noth-”

A loud bang brought you back from your stupor and you yelped, jumping out of your skin and directing your attention to the door. Drew stood there with the side of his fist against the door, and there was a crack emulating from the impact.

“Enough of this, (Y/n). We’re your Alphas, your mates. You’re supposed t’ tell us when something’s up. Why’re ya hidin’ from us?” he whispered, his voice cracking near the end.

Drew didn’t really express his more sentimental emotions outright but when he did, it absolutely crushed you. You could see your mates hurting - feel them hurting - and they were slowly chipping away at your walls. The silence after he spoke was deafening and you knew that if a pin fell then, you would hear it.

Every second felt like a minute and every minute felt like an eternity until you opened your mouth again.

“I don’t want you both to think that I’m a bad Omega for not saying something sooner.”

Your soft voice prompted Drew to move away from the door and kneel down to your height, placing both of his hands on your thigh. “Leannan (sweetheart), nothing ya say right now will make us ever think that. You’re our mate, and ya should be able to tell us anything plaguin’ ya.”

“We love you, (Y/n), and we do care,” Roman added, moving his hand to cup your cheek. “You don’t have to tell us everything if it’s too much, but at least give us something.”

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

The fuse was lit.

Boom.

With that permission, you didn’t notice how quickly your body shifted into attack mode and you hastily stood, knocking your bag over.

“It’s fucking Shane’s fucking fault!” you barked, baring your teeth and nails to no one. “He keeps on stalking me and harassing me and bothering me and saying how much fucking better he’d be as my mate!”

You moved from the bench and began to pace the room, huffing and blocking out all outside noises as you continued to rant. “That little rich shitbag thinks he can do all of this over and over again with no consequence, and he thinks that he can just grab me and toss me around like I’m some useless thing! It makes me feel sick and dirty and… argh!”

The two Alphas jumped when you kicked a nearby locker, putting a dent in the shape of your foot in it. “I want to claw his eyes and scratch his smug stupid face! I hate it when he says that he’s gonna ‘show me the ropes’ and fucking claim me as his own when he’s got a whole wife and pups!”

You paused to catch your breath but you couldn’t stop the tears that were burning your eyes from falling. Your back hit the wall and you slid to the floor, cradling your face in your hands.

“I just… what did I do to deserve any of this?”

Your mates rushed to your sides as you cried, Drew holding you to his chest as you let the tears flow. You could feel Drew's heart beat faster and faster and you could feel Roman's heavy breathing on your neck.

The Samoan stood up and looked at your wrecked form, growling. You could see his eyes dilated and flash gold for a second before he turned away from you and unlocked the door, almost ripping it from its hinges as he stormed out with murder on his mind.

“Shane! Where the fuck are you, you bastard?! I’m gonna tear you apart!”

Oh fuck, you though, untangling yourself from Drew and getting up as quickly as you could to follow him. You two scrambled outside to find the wild Alpha and spotted him barreling through anyone who dared to get in his way as he continued to shout.

“Everyone get the hell out of my way! Where’s Shane?! I’m gonna fucking kill him!”

You ran after him, shoving past poor stagehands and other Superstars to get to your angered mate. Reaching him, you took his wrist and spun him around, seeing his eyes blown out to a full gold. His chest heaved with every harsh breath, and you could see veins popping out of his neck from how hard he was clenching his teeth.

“You see? This is why I didn’t tell you in the first place! I didn’t want you to go on a murder-happy fucking rampage and lose your damn job!”

“She’s got a point,” Drew added, firmly grasping Ro’s other wrist. “You need to think!”

He was having none of it. “He hurt my mate, our mate, and that waste of space needs to pay! I’ll find him and rip out his eyes myself.”

It scared you how aggressive he was when he meant it, but you stood your ground. “You’re not the only one who wants to kill that bag of human scum, Roman, but we do have to be smart about this.”

“We can deal with him next week,” you sighed. “Just… just calm down, please.”

No! Now! Get him now!

Drew nodded, agreeing with you and helping you to pull the other man back in the opposite go get the rest of your things even though he continued to try and escape. You smiled to yourself, though, at the thought of the things you were going to do to Vince’s son in the near future.

                                                          ~~~~~

For the next week, your two mates didn’t leave your side for a second, with Roman escorting you out to the ring for your match on SmackDown the next night and Drew acting as your personal bodyguard when the cameras weren’t rolling. They wouldn’t let anyone get near you, growling and baring their teeth at anyone who wasn’t a personal friend who dared to get in your personal space.

Monday came far too soon and the three of you arrived to the arena, game faces on as you waltzed in like your own little pack. They each had an arm around your waist with a hand in each of your back pockets, leering at everyone while you grinned.

Roman and Drew were already planned to have another in-ring bout prior to Extreme Rules, but they wanted to have you out for the main event as support. You already knew that Shane was going to be there, going ringside to cheer the Scotsman on and berate his opponent.

You all had your roles, you all had your positions. Now, it was just time to put it all into play.

As their match was the one to close out the night, you had to deal with hearing Shane’s long introduction when him and Drew went through the curtain. You watched them travel to the ring and you saw the Scottish Alpha’s hand twitch, eager to get his large hands on the man next to him.

Shane continued to rant before you and Roman cut him off, trekking down to the ring to meet him. He swiftly ducked under the ropes as Ro approached him but he smiled at you when he saw you, instantly making you sick to your stomach.

Gripping his elbow, you whispered, “You know what to do, right?”

“Of course I do, baby girl,” he replied, brushing you off. “I got this.”

He smirked at you, climbing up the steps and under the ropes. The bell rang and the match began with the two men locking into each other in the middle of the squared circle, Drew quickly getting Roman into a headlock and bringing him down to one knee.

He managed to shove the larger man off of him and into the ropes to throw his forearm into his clavicle and drop him down with a thud. Roman roared as a “Let’s go, Roman!” chant erupted from the crowds. You applauded him and Shane sneered, creeping closer to the ropes like a rat to freshly tossed food.

The match went on for several minutes, each filled with blows delivered and taken by both Superstars. Drew took a harsh Driveby from Ro on the edge of the ring and you were almost certain that he had been knocked out, had it been for the groan he made when he reached up to rub at his head.

It quickly turned to the Samoan being on the receiving end of most of the blows when Drew landed a nasty Glasgow Kiss to his skull, dropping him like a fly. He dragged the fallen wrestler to the middle of the ring, standing above him menacingly.

“Pin him! What are you doing, man? Just pin him already and get it over with!”

Shane’s loud voice could be heard above all else and you prayed that Roman would get up and walk it off like it was nothing. Instead, Drew chuckled and ducked out of the ring, walking around it to come face to face with the McMahon. As the older Alpha continued to go on and on, your mate threw the fastest right hook you’ve ever seen, making Shane plummet to the floor like a stone in water.

You looked around at the shocked faces of the commentators as well as various members of the WWE Universe, but you didn’t expect the roaring cheer that one move got.

He kneeled down to his level and proceeded to pumble the man further, driving fist after fist and hit after hit into him. You were full-on belly laughing at that point, noting how comical it was to see the once high and mighty Shane McMahon who had cornered you numerous times be put in a similar, vulnerable position.

It was beautiful.

Hearing the newfound commotion, Roman arose from his spot on the ring floor akin to the Undertaker and the crowd went wild once more. He got up and ran to the ropes behind him, bouncing back from them and diving over the set in front of him, Drew moving so he wouldn’t get hit.

Shane’s head struck the ramp below and began bleeding as his face and body grew battered and bruised. The two men towered above him and rained down blows and kicks galore, and you wished you had a phone with you to record the magic happening. They then hooked an arm under one of his and hoisted him up from the ground, looking at you gleefully. 

It was your time to shine, your chance to get your licks in.

“Go on, leannan!” Drew shouted, a wide, wicked smile plastered on his face. “Show this ugly bastard what’s for!”

Roman laughed alongside him. “Show ‘im your spitfire, Omega! Make him pay for what he did to you!”

Make him pay.

You roared, baring your sharpened teeth and charged at the silver-haired man, landing a solid dropkick to the middle of his chest. He fell with an “oof” and laid there like a limp ragdoll, but you weren’t going to let that deter you from having your own fun.

“If you ever-”

Punch.

“-ever-”

Another punch.

“-ever-”

One more for good measure.

“-think about touching me or talking useless crap about my mates again, I will fucking. End. You!”

With every word let out, you let out led to another hit to his body, your feet flying everywhere they could reach. After a solid five minutes of you three tossing him around and beating him to a pulp, you landed a fine tuned pointed-toe kick to his crotch. He crumbled to the ground, clutching his body as you and your mates looked on victoriously.

You could barely hear yourself think over the commotion going on around you, but you didn’t care. You got your payback. You all did and if he tries some shit like that again, you’ll be bound to pay him back again by a ten-fold.

You raced up the ramp to meet your lovers at the head, raising their arms to signal your win against Shane’s bullshit. You felt a weight being lifted off of your chest and you felt relieved for the first time in over a month.

Karma really is a beautiful thing, isn’t it?

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Title: In Which We Burn Together Angst Week Day 3 Pairing:  Todomomo Rating: M Word Count:  1,965 Read on Ao3 Summary:  

Todoroki Shouto has never believed in soulmates. Why should he? It didn’t work for his parents, so he doesn’t expect it to work for him, especially when he can’t even remember what his now burned off mark looks like.

Full fic under the cut! For @bnha-angst-week !! Day 3 Empty // Scar! Thank you to @its-love-u-asshole for betaing! <3

Second place.

He didn't deserve it. He touched over the bandage on his arm, his fingers lingering over where his soulmark no longer was visible. At the very least, the ugly scar was mostly covered, a few wisps of burnt skin peeking out from under the white.

He wasn't looking forward to going home tonight. He was certain his father would be there and he was certain he would get a strict talking to.

Not that he would listen.

Overtime, he had grown talented at letting his father in one ear and out the other.

He made his way to the locker room, thankful they'd taken Bakugou away separately. He didn't blame the explosive blond for being mad at him. Shouto had held back in a way that he hadn't with Midoriya, and he was certain Bakugou wanted to murder him for it.

But right now, Shouto didn't care. There was a lot on his mind after his conversation with Midoriya during their fight. He wanted to listen to the other boy but he wasn't quite sure how to yet. He wanted to use his flames and detach from his father. Right now, the flames felt empty, like they held no personal substance for him and only served as a reminder of what had gotten him to this point.

He stepped out of the locker room, pulling his jacket down over the bandage on his arm. His head hurt, and he thought of how loudly Bakugou yelled at him. The silver medal, which he no longer wore around his neck, still felt heavy, like it was weighing him down. He wanted to be rid of it.

"Todoroki-san!" Yaoyorozu's voice cut through his thoughts and he turned to face her. She had a wide smile on her face, her long hair out of its ponytail, draping around her shoulders. The only other time he recalled seeing her hair down was the day they sat in the rain together. Today was different; it lightly cascaded down around her neck and shoulders, framing her pale face.

She really was beautiful.

Though she was smiling, he could sense something wasn't quite right. A nervous energy she often exuded when she felt out of control of the situation.

Shouto had witnessed it a few times. Once in class during a pop quiz she was seemingly unprepared for, as one normally was for a such a quiz. She, of course, ended up with a perfect score.

Another time during training, she had been taken off guard, fighting against Ashido. She was flustered, unbalanced, and stumbled on her feet. It always seemed to happen when her confidence was shook... a confidence Shouto had come to learn she often feigned.

Didn't they all?

By now, Shouto liked to think he had... some skill at reading Yaoyorozu. They were... friends? Seatmates? He supposed that was a label he could use. He often spent time in class glancing her way, looking at her from time to time until he learned how she ticked. She always concentrated so well during class, something Shouto was occasionally incapable of doing, which was when he usually observed her. He wondered if she ever noticed him staring.

"Congratulations on second place," she said cheerily, breaking him of his thoughts of her. Right. She was right in front of him. There was no need to daydream about her when he could look at the real her right there. He needed to pay better attention.

"Yaoyorozu-san," he nodded. He wanted to say 'thank you' but for some reason it didn't quite feel appropriate.

"You must be feeling very proud," she said with a smile.

"I'm not," he stated bluntly.

"A-Ah..." she stumbled, clearly unsure of what to say. Currently she seemed tired, a small bandage covering the side of her cheek. Tokoyami had eliminated her from the competition very early on. Perhaps it was insensitive of him to speak about his win in front of her when she was most likely disappointed.

"I..." An apology felt cheap, and he took a deep breath. "Are you... heading home, Yaoyorozu-san? Could I walk you?"

Her cheeks flushed as red as her hero costume. "W-Why yes! I would love to walk home with you."

The two made their way away from the school, heading towards their houses. His eyes glanced down, wondering what it would be like to hold her hand and reassure her she did her best. As if noticing his gaze, she pulled her hand in, her finger once again slipping under her small bracelet.

"Does it hurt?" she asked, and immediately he raised his eyes to meet hers.

"What?"

"Your arm," she said, gesturing to the bandage.

"It's fine," he muttered. Honestly, he didn't mind the pain all that much. "Yaoyorozu-san," he began. "You should be proud of what you did today," he said, wishing to cheer her up. It seemed strange to reassure her of that when he himself didn't feel the same about his own fights.

"I'm not," she said, repeating his words. "But... that's okay. I feel I learned a great deal from watching others! Especially you, Todoroki-san. You're incredible!"

He wished he felt the same way.

"Watching you, especially in your fight against Midoriya-san, was fantastic!" she said. "Both of you are so strong, and watching you use your ice and fire powers was simply marvelous! It's always so impressive watching you, whether it be here or in class or..." she trailed off, her cheeks heating up. "O-Oh! I-I'm sorry! This is probably making me sound really strange..."

"It's not. I watch you too," he said, his eyes staring at her.

"A-Ah... you do?" she asked.

Shit. That was creepy. Not Mineta level creepy, but it probably made her feel uncomfortable. "Ah, uhm," he grunted, rubbing his hand down his face. "I meant... I enjoy seeing your techniques."

"O-Oh!" she smiled wide, looking sparkly and happy when he said that.

"I should've accepted your congratulations earlier," he muttered. "I'm sorry I didn't."

"I understand," she said. "I didn't exactly accept your compliment either. It's hard to... when you feel like you didn't do your very best."

"Exactly," he murmured. Talking to Yaoyorozu always made him feel better. When he spoke more freely like this, it always felt like their thoughts were intertwined, like they understood each other on a deeper level.

Is this what it meant to have a soulmate?

He froze at the thoughts which trickled into his head. There was no way... Yaoyorozu was certainly not his soulmate. Not that he had any way to check... well there was one way... his cheeks flushed at even the thought of that, feeling slightly perverted.

No, he didn't believe in soulmates. He simply enjoyed spending time with Yaoyorozu.

Suddenly, Yaoyorozu stopped walking and she reached out to grab his hand, her lithe fingers covering his own. After his semi-ridiculous thoughts, his stomach flip-flopped at the touch. "Should we make a pact?" she asked.

He glanced from her shining eyes to their hands in a moment of confusion. "A pact?"

"Mhm. From here on out, we will always try our best," she nodded, her dark eyes filled with quiet determination.

"I like that pact," he said, cracking a small smile. He squeezed his hand over hers.

"Good!" she giggled. "I think maybe it'll help us both!"

He felt warm then, his body heating up at the look on her face. He wondered if his flames would feel less empty if he filled them with his desire to improve... to stay true to his pact with her; to always try his best. And if he couldn't find the motivation to do it from himself, he could do it for her.

"Ah! Todoroki-san! Did you get burned today?!" she gasped, her thumb brushing over the small pieces of scarring the bandages didn't hide. Immediately he yanked his hand away from her, pulling it close to his chest as if he didn't want her to see.

He swallowed, his eyes wide as he stared at her. "I..." His shoulders were tense and he stepped back from her as if she was about to discover his deepest, darkest secret, which in a way, she was.

"I'm so sorry," she said and covered her mouth. "I crossed a line... I... I didn't realize..."

He took a deep breath, letting his shoulders relax as he held the underside of his wrist up to her. Yaoyorozu had never been pushy... she never said anything about soulmarks, and all he knew about hers was she had a nervous habit of running her finger along the underside of her bracelet.

They had made one pact. He could trust her with this.

Slowly he began to unravel his bandages, and he showed her the scar. His wrist was scarred the same color as his face; red skin, dry and taut. The scar burst out along the edge of his hand, small tendrils of scarring curling up towards his palm where the water had splashed on his skin. "It... was burned off."

She gasped, as if the sight was one she wasn't used to. Her gentle fingers hovered over his hand, about to touch his skin. "Does it... hurt?" she whispered.

"No..." he said, and brought his other hand to his face. "This one doesn't either. They haven't hurt for years."

"What... happened?" she asked. "Do you remember what your mark looks like?" Her fingers lightly touched him, stroking at her skin. "Ah... I'm sorry, I'm sure this is a lot, you don't have to answer anything you don't want to... just showing me... means a lot."

Could he actually tell her? The words lay on the tip of his tongue, about to fall from his lips. He supposed he was just a waterfall of confessions today after telling Midoriya his story too. Though he had excluded the part about the soulmark.

"My mother..." he whispered softly. "She... My father is her soulmate." Momo looked at him with such gentle eyes, he knew she wouldn't judge him or his mother for what she had done... perhaps she could understand Shouto even more if he was honest, despite how heavy it made his chest feel.

"She suffered years of abuse with him," he said, not wanting to go into any gruesome detail. "He would train me, working on making the perfect hero... and one day. She just... snapped," he said. "Her mind completely lost..."

"Todoroki-san," she whispered, lacing her fingers with his. The touch was gentle but comforting, something Shouto was not used to. At first he wanted to flinch away, the idea of someone else touching the place his mother had scarred so long ago scary to him, but he had to continue speaking.

"She saw me, my left side reminding her of him, and she poured the water on my face... and when we both sat down, she did it over my soulmark. My mother could never accept that fate decided she should be with such an awful man. I have to agree with her. It's why... I don't believe in soulmates. How could fate cause my mother such pain?"

"So I take it that's why... you don't care for your father much," she whispered, her nail gently tracing a line over the scarring just below his palm.

"Mm," Shouto nodded. "As far as I'm concerned... he did this."

Yaoyorozu nodded and gently pulled his hand to her chest. "Thank you for telling me. I'm sure it wasn't easy."

It never was.

"I can understand why you feel this way and why you don't care for soulmates," she said softly. "I think," she lowered his hand, brushing her thumb over the mark, "it's actually quite beautiful."

It was funny, because he really thought the same about her.

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Kinda Not Gay (Craig x Reader)

A/N: so im not really that big into the Craig group (at least not as much as i am in love with Cartman and the gang), and i do know Creek is canon (love them sooo much), but this is a Craig x reader. I wrote it based off of another quote just for fun.

“He smiled, and all I could think was ‘Oh, shit’.”

-Unknown

Craig Tucker was a big, stupid jerk. Everyone knew that. I don’t know why I became his friend in the first place. Maybe it was because he hung out with my childhood friend Clyde, and I was miserably lonely. Or maybe it was because he bought me a cup of coffee in Tweak Bros. when I forgot my wallet. Maybe it was just because our personalities worked together.

I have to admit, as stupid as it sounds, I like him. I’ve had a crush on him for a long time, maybe three years. I know it’s not wrong to like him, and it’s not my fault, but I still fucking hate it. I hate having a crush on him because I know in no possible way will I ever have a chance with him.

He’s gay, Y/N, what the fuck.

I leaned on the heel of my palm as I listened to Clyde drone on about football at the diner, squished between Tweek and Craig. I don’t know how I got smushed between the two gay lovers, but it happened. I felt so awkward, sitting there beside my crush and his secret boyfriend. Was I going to die? No. Did I want to? Abso-fucking-lutely.

“Y/N, are you good?” Craig asked me, bored as always. I snapped out of my thoughts, realizing that I had a deep frown on my lips. That’s another thing I liked about Craig. As much as he hated everyone, he still took the time to check up on me and ask how I was doing when he thought something was up. He rarely did that with anyone else...well, besides Tweek.

I smiled over at him weakly, nodding with just barely enough energy to seem real. He sighed, snatching up my hand and yanking me out of the booth. A yelp escaped my mouth as I stumbled after him. He didn’t have to pull me that hard; I almost face planted into the corner of the table...idiot.

Clyde looked up at us and blinked in surprise. “Hey, where you guys going?”

“None of your business. Don’t follow,” Craig replied swiftly. He then proceeded to drag me further away from the booth. I didn’t mind his hold on my hand. In fact, it felt great. If not for the fact he was gay and I was totally getting the wrong idea.

He sat down in one of the two person tables by the window and urged me to sit across from him. “What’s wrong with you?”

“It’s nothing, Craig,” I groaned, rolling my eyes. “God, you always think something is wrong.” And he was always right. I would never admit to that though.

“Shut up. You know I’m right.”

I whined, turning to stare at him. He watched me impatiently for a reply, giving in to his demands. “Fine, you asshole, there is something bugging me.”

“What?” he questioned immediately.

I sent him a glare, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. “Why do you even care?”

He answered as if it were obvious, crossing his arms over his chest to mirror me. “Because you’re annoying when you pout like that.” To this, I stuck out my middle finger, receiving the crude gesture right back. “So, what’s it this time?”

I groaned, my cheeks turning red within a couple seconds. In all honesty, I was thinking about how much I wanted to make out with Craig right in that booth a few minutes ago, but I couldn’t just say that. What was I? Crazy?

 “It’s a guy.” It was an honest answer, but it only danced around the truth.

He smiled as he watched me curiously. I didn’t like the way he was looking at me, but if his smile wasn’t the most attractive thing I’ve ever seen...Dammit. He said, “What? He doesn’t like you back or something?”

“Not just that...He’s gay.”

“Really?”

“Yes! But don’t judge me! He’s a very good friend and he cares about me. I hate that I like him, but it happened,” I defended myself, my bottom lip sticking out in that famous pout that I was so famous for having. He only chuckled, rolling his eyes.

He rolled back his shoulders and looked out the window. “Gotta say, you liking a gay guy is better than you having a crush on Cartman or one of his friends.”

I placed a hand over my heart and gasped at his insulation. “I would never!”

We continued to talk in that little two person table for about an hour. I think we both forgot that our friends sat in the booth across the dining hall. I was just happy he was spending this time with me, and he didn’t seem to mind. By doing this, I was only digging my grave further. I would fall deeper into his eyes and his smile, and it would be the end of me.

Because...no matter how hard I tried, he would never feel the same way.

_________________

“So, Y/N, you gonna tell me who you like, or what?” Craig asked as we sat on the bus going home. He leaned up against my shoulder impatiently once again, trying to pressure me into telling him. No matter how hard he tried, or how many times he asked, I was definitely NOT going to tell him.

Simple as that.

I rolled my eyes, leaning further against the window and hugging my bag to my chest. “God, Craig, what are you? Twelve years old? Stop asking,” I scolded him. He sighed, giving up and leaning back into the hard bus seat. Ever since I told him I liked that guy, he’s been asking me every day who it was, and when I didn’t tell him, he would act like I offended him or something. It was irritating, but tolerable.

I decided to turn the tables.

“Craig, do you like someone?”

He was surprised at the question. He turned to me, his eyes wider than usual. He definitely had not expected me to retaliate like that. Maybe now he would understand how annoying it was when someone bothers you about your crush all the time.

“Yeah. So what?” he replied gruffly, turning his face to glare at the walkway on the ground.

I smirked and leaned closer, my face warily close to his. I could feel the heat radiating off of his cheeks as his face reddened. “Who?” I teased, my breaths hitting his ear. He was gay, so I knew this probably wouldn’t bother him. If I’d done this kinda thing to Clyde or Token, they would probably get the wrong idea.

He blushed, probably thinking about his crush and how much he loved them. Of course, I knew he liked Tweek, I was just messing with him to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Fuck you, Y/N. I’m not telling you.”

I hummed, the smirk still resting on my lips. “Uh huh. So why do I have to tell you who I like?”

“Shut up. I’ll tell you eventually, just not right now. I’m not sure of myself yet.” Oh, so he was unsure about his sexuality. That was pretty obvious. Still, I just wanted him to say it so I could get over this miserable crush. I mean, I know he’s into Tweek deep down, but I needed him to say it to fully feel the rejection.

I tossed my arm over his shoulders and poked at his cheek. He flashed me the bird once again, and I sent on right back, the smile only growing on my cheeks. He turned a shade red darker, and I laughed harder. Damn, he must really be embarrassed about his crush.

He should be happy. At least he had a chance, unlike my dumb ass.

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It was late, about nine, just before closing. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t think about anything except for my terrible, awful crush on my best friend. Alone, I sat at the corner booth in Tweak Bros., exhausted and reading the label on my coffee cup, which was turning cold as the time passed.

The sun had set two hours ago, and that left me in the dark, my face illuminated by the hanging light above the booth. Dim and yellow.

As I was staring down at the table, my palms circling the cup to ease the shaking of my hands, Tweek sat across from me, his own cup of special coffee in his trembling fingers. “Y/N, y-you okay? Y-you aren’t u-usually here this late?” he jittered, making my eyes lift to look into his own. He was such a sweet kid, and as much as I detested his relationship with Craig, I could never bring myself to dislike him.

I smiled at him, but I felt like I was going to cry. “I’m fine. Just can’t be at home right now, I guess…”

“O-oh. Why?”

“I have someone on my mind,” I confessed without hesitation. Tweek would never tell anyone I had a crush on someone. He was a good friend like that. A real bro, you could say. The smile on my face started to fade as I pressed my cheek to the palm of my hand. “You know, a stupid crush.”

He smiled nervously. “R-really? You-you like him that much?” he asked.

I frowned, turning my face away from him to look out the window at the nearly empty streets. Not many people were out this late on a Tuesday night. I was already consumed by this damn infatuation for Craig, so I wasn’t afraid to say it. “Yeah. I think I’m falling hard for him,” I whispered, as painful as it was to let those words drip from my tongue out into the open.

“Is it Craig?”

My head snapped up to look at him, fear plain in my expression. How had he guessed that so quickly? Did he know something I didn’t? Was he suspecting this the entire time? Was he jealous I liked his boyfriend, and wanted to scold me for it? I didn’t understand how this could be happening, and my chest rose and fell heavier than before.

“Tweek, what-”

“C-clyde and Token make fun of C-craig all the time because t-they think y-you two are dating or-or something,” he explained himself, his fingers anxiously wrapping tighter around the styrofoam cup in his grip.

At this point, I was scared. What if he was angry at me for doing this? For creating these rumors that his lover was interested in someone else, his good friend at that. I felt my chest tighten at the messy situation I was thrown into so quickly.

“Listen, Tweek, I’m really sorry. I swear, I’m not trying to steal your boyfriend from you. I’ve been trying to smother this crush, but I just-”

“Craig and I a-aren’t dating! W-We tried, but it didn’t work,” he clarified, giving me a wide eyed stare. “He-he said he liked someone else.” I stared back at him for a long time. We were both silent, except for the shaking of our hands and the soft taps of rain hitting the window  beside us.

I opened my mouth to say something, but quickly shut it. Tweek and Craig weren’t in love with each other. They weren’t dating, More importantly, Craig liked someone else.

Maybe, just maybe, I was that someone.

Slowly, I slipped out of the booth and stood up, my eyes staring down at my shoes. I mustered out a few robotic words, my mind too focused on the new possibility. “Thank you, Tweek. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I had a chance. Even if it was barely there, a shot in the dark, I actually had a chance.

______________________

I sat curled up in the car beside Craig, who was driving the two of us to a fair out of town that his mother was working. She told us that we had to be there are around one, since that was the time if opened to the public. She left early in the morning though to start set up. That meant it was just the two of us, alone in his dad’s truck, the radio droning on through the silence.

He peered over at me for a moment, and then back to the road. “Is something wrong?”

“No, I’m fine. Just thinking,” I brushed off his question, even though I knew he was going to force me to elaborate. He always did that.

He hummed, “About what?”

“You.”

He froze for a second, but tried to play it off a moment later as casually as he could. But he sounded nervous, nonetheless. “Me?”

“Yeah,” I mumbled. “Tweek said you liked someone. I know you said you wouldn’t tell me, but I really want to know.”

I didn’t think he would give in to my request, but when he sighed and spoke up, I was more than shocked. I was pleased that he was confiding in me, but the impending doom that lingered in the rejection I would face left me torn. “I’ll tell you about her, and if you guess right, I’ll let you know.”

Her. He liked a girl. My theory this entire time was wrong. There was a tiny chance for me left.

“Okay.”

He took a breath as he made a right turn on an empty street. “She’s got h/c hair and e/c eyes. She’s friends with all my friends. We hang out all the time, and I’ve known her for so fucking long I can’t even remember how we met. She’s really moody and confusing, but she tells good jokes. She doesn’t get mad when I flip her off either,” he told me, smiling as he did so. “She’s really my best friend, as fucking sappy as that sounds…”

I looked down at my hands in my lap and thought for a long moment. I didn’t want to sound conceited, nor did I want to assume anything based on my own bias, but I really had this gut feeling.  “Craig...are you talking about me?” It was so tentative, my question. I waited for a reply as I watched his expression turn crestfallen.

“Shit, you’re a good guesser,” he chuckled awkwardly.

“I really like you, too. I’ve always liked you.”

He stopped the car, pulling to the side of the road. His eyes were wide, and he had to stop himself from smiling like a damn idiot. “Y/N, are you serious?”

“Why would I lie about this?” I stared at him, and he looked right back into my eyes. I felt like there was so much to say, but I was too overwhelmed to say a thing. He bit his lip, his eyes trailing to my own. Subconsciously, my tongue ran across my lips, and he turned a deeper red.

“Y/N, I want to kiss you so bad right now,” he breathed. I couldn’t move a muscle as he leaned close to me, only an inch between us. His hot breath hit my lips, and he teasingly froze there for a moment. Then, he pressed his lips to mine. I couldn’t help but let my hands rest on the sides of his neck as his palms pressed to my face, rubbing soft circles along my cheek bones with his thumbs.

He pulled away after a few minutes, struggling for air. I sighed blissfully, leaning my forehead against his. He smiled. “By the way, Y/N. I’m bi, not gay.”

I laughed happily and pulled him closer once again, my lips hovering over his. “Yeah, I figured.” And then, I kissed him again. And again. And again.

[jasonblossomsghost]

1-64 and 65: If you were a bird, what kind of bird would you be?

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?mm no more my own? i dissociate Constantly

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?4 unless i’m w someone else then 1

3. The person you would never want to meet?drumpf

4. What is your favorite word?hmm idk iridocyclitis is fun, a meme, and i work for an eye doctor so relevant to my occupation

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?i like weeping willows and i cry a lot so

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?we’re really doing this again huh

7. What shirt are you wearing?a long sleeved red and navy striped shirt that my mommy gave me

8. What do you label yourself as?a disaster

9. Bright room or dark room?bright room. fun fact: when i was ab 13 i could not sleep unless my overhead light was on. sometimes if im doing really badly i still need it lmao

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?uhh iirc i was talking to my boyfriend and playing wordscapes

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?idk 19 is going ok so far

12. Who told you they loved you last?my boyfriend

13. Your worst enemy?either myself or this one coworker of mine who i genuinely hate

14. What is your current desktop picture?just the preset one,,, idc that much lmao

15. Do you like someone?i mean my s/o is pretty cool sometimes

16. The last song you listened to?Outside - The Early November

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?me bitch tf

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?that one coworker... this one patient at my job who degrades me and my coworkers constantly

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?no one and nothing... i like to do things myself

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)idk tbh 

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?don’t really like this question or the phrase opposite sex in general  so pass /:

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?nah i’m Talentless

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?you know overflow drains in like bathtubs? until i was like 10 i had to have my back against them bc i was scared people could watch me through it 

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.i live off popcorn so i dont eat or like sandwiches really

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?put it in savings. i’m tryna move out in 6 months

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?hmm idk. i have a friend in san francisco i havent seen in forever so that would be lit

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?smirnoff 100%

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? no geminis

29. What is your favorite expletive?fuck

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?i was gonna say my fire safe box that has my social security card, birth certificate, etc then i was like wait a minute... but tbh idk maybe my laptop? or my purse?

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?my childhood was like 98% trauma but like.. it made me not suck that bad so i’ll keep it

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!i wanna move to seattle but thats in country so.. no idea. sweden? i like ikea

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?don’t fuck w the dead. no one is coming back

34. What was your last dream about?last sunday night i dreamt i woke up monday (christmas eve) and didnt go to work even though i was supposed to (paranoia. i had the day off lmao)

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?i am very good at loving dogs

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?yeah lots of times lmao

37. Have you ever built a snowman?yep. shitty but a snowman

38. What is the color of your socks?black

39. What type of music do you like?depends. sad boi music lately

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?sunrises 100%

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?i can’t drink milk /: but maybe strawberry

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)i am gay idk sports

43. Do you have any scars?quite a few! i’m a clumsy clusterfuck

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?i’m currently in college for poli sci and after i graduate w my BA, i wanna go to law school

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?idk?? like i hate myself but i also dont really wanna change anything

46. Are you reliable?generally yes. but i am known to cancel plans bc i’m depressed lol

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?hows life dude

48. Do you hold grudges?oh hell yeah not gonna play like i dont

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?nope dont like that At All

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?nothing really stands out... probably something from work but i take 100 calls a day so? they all blur together

51. Are you a good liar?really good. i don’t lie though. i’m actually brutally honest bordering on asshole

52. How long could you go without talking?dayssss i love not speaking

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?uhh freshman year i had an awful side part... next

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?yeah! i’m really great at cooking and baking!

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?not really? i took 2 years french and 4 years spanish and to pronounce properly i have to talk differently so i guess i kinda take on an accent then? but not actually

56. What do you like on your toast?i have celiac and gluten free bread is like $5 i dont eat toast lmao

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?i had to do a portrait in the style of francis bacon for my art final

58. What would be you dream car?ideally something that uses clean energy other than that idc

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.no and no.. i just shower what y’all doing in the shower

60. Do you believe in aliens?1000000%

61. Do you often read your horoscope?not often.. like if i happen across it i’ll read it

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?i’m not sure. m is a nice letter

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?dinosaurs bc they were real

64. What do you think about babies?honestly? terrified of them 

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.if i were a bird maybe a magpie? or a crow or raven? or one of those really annoying parakeets

[shiroe-is-my-baby]

Not Enough

Summary: When the two both think that what they're doing isn't enough, it becomes harder for them to see the reality. And even harder to express the truth to their feelings.

W: self-insert, angst, fluff

I'm used to Shiroe's habit of overworking. He and I have been together for a while now, and even when we were friends I understood. It was when he felt most comfortable and somewhat enjoyed it. Even though I couldn't understand it, I tried to for him. I tried to be there for him instead of constantly bothering and pestering and being too needy. Because I didn't want him to think that I was too overwhelming.

He already had enough on his plate and mind without me making it worse. So I was his support system, making sure to only intervene when needed. Making sure he was taking care of himself and he knew that I cared. Because I loved him more than anything else in the world. He was my universe.

But sometimes I feel... guilty.

Guilty for asking for attention.

Guilty for feeling as if he doesn't want to be with me.

Guilty for constantly needing affection and time even when it's inconvenient.

Then, the anxiety begins. I feel as if I'm being too much. As if I'm suffocating and I can't always tell when Shiroe is fine. I've gotten used to his behavior and his mannerisms, but sometimes I just can't.

But I can't read his mind. I never know when his thoughts are overwhelming. He almost always keeps this fact to himself only opening up when I beg, because he's losing himself.

And when I'm alone at night, I cry.

Because I love Shiroe so much. I care about him so deeply.

I cry because I worry. I cry because I can't ever truly know if Shiroe is okay or if he feels drowning because of me. He means so much to me that I literally have begun to distance myself so he doesn't feel burdened to have to balance our relationship and his work too much.

But god does it hurt.

It hurts not being able to spend time with him during festivals or special occasions or anything at all because he's busy. It hurts to see him silent on his own, that same look on his face and the steady beaded brow. Knowing that no matter what I say or what I do it might not even help.

I wish cheering him up was easy. Easier at least. I know it's much more than myself and I shouldn't be so selfish to think that my efforts should matter... but I just want to love him like he deserves to be loved.

I want to be with him every second of every day. I want to see his smile so much more often, because it gives me so much hope. And he looks so good.

Again, I'm sounding so selfish.

Sitting with the other guild members as they laugh and enjoy their tea, I can't help but feel empty and quiet. My finger trailed the rim of my cup, and I let out a slow sigh. Their conversation sounds like a buzzing in my ears, and I can't seem to escape my thoughts.

Shiroe is gone again. He's out attending another round table meeting. He doesn't tell me much about these things, only whenever it's necessary. Another thing that makes me feel selfish. I know he doesn't mean to keep secrets from me, but it doesn't make it any less hurtful.

Minori turns to me and spoke, but all I can hear is a muffled sound. I blinked, swallowing as if my throat would be hoarse the minute I speak up.

"W-What?" I asked.

"Are you alright, Ashley? You look kinda..."

"You look kinda pale. You're not feeling sick, are you?" Toyha finished.

I shook my head, glancing back down at my tea.

My reflection stared back at me, as if it's taunting me. It's hard to tell the truth, because I don't want them to know what's on my mind. No one needs to know our relationship business.

"Sorry, guys. I'm just... tired," I lied.

They take that as a response, not wanting to push the issue any further. But minori places her hand on my arm, smiling warmly. It's a smile that tells me she's there for me. A smile that I welcome.

I force myself to give her a smile back, even though t doesn't look all that convincing. She takes it anyway, turning back to continue the conversation with the others.

When the front doors open, I feel my body almost jumping from the seat. Shiroe's voice is in the air, greeting everyone with that same little smile. I can't help but feel my heart skipping a beat when he looks at me. It's like his eyes sparkle a bit all for me.

I sat my drink on the table, shooting ip from my spot to walk over to him. My lips are against his cheek in seconds, telling him how much I missed him. It is words I hope he understands and takes as a sign that I want his full attention.

"I missed you too, sweetheart."

For some reason, those words sound different. Not like he didn't mean them, hut more like he had something on his mind. They lingered some emotion I couldn't pinpoint.

I ignored it, thinking something happened at the meeting.

"I'm so glad your back. I was thinking maybe we could go for some lunch, or I could make you something-"

"I'm sorry, Ashley. I wish I could, but I have a lot of stuff I should get back to. Maybe later, okay?"

I choked back on my words, eyes stinging the moment he spoke his own. It wasn't like I didn't expect this. These are words in beginning to hear a lot of lately. I know that he doesn't mean to do this, and I know he's go so much there that I can't see.

But that doesn't make it hurt any less.

"O-Okay," I said, trying to hide the emotion in my voice.

Shiroe leaned down to kiss me sweetly, giving me that smile that I loved.

How could I be upset at that smile.

He said a couple more words before he disappeared upstairs, leaving me with my heart in the soles of my boots. The others must have known something was a miss re moment he left. If it weren't for the atmosphere and my tail that seemed to lay.

Ignoring their heavy eyes, i trotted upstairs and disappeared into my- our room. Once the door was closed, I couldn't stop my tears from flowing. I know that Shiroe isn't a bad man. I know the true caring and sweet person I fell in love with.

But he's only human. He makes mistakes just like the rest of us. Which is why it's unfair of me to be so upset and almost... angry when I haven't even spoken to him about the issue. He could have no clue of the problem. He works to hard, it could easily be non existent to him.

Not to mention our relationship has always relied heavily on communication since Shiroe is my cute, dorky oblivious man. But I'm the first person he's ever truly been with seriously. And I can't blame him for not knowing when it's not enough.

The rational side of my brain tells me to go to him, explain to him my feelings and hope that he'll understand. I know he'll understand. But, in the end, the irrational part of my brain wins.

He part that tells me to lie in bed all day and sleep. Forget this day ever happened and hope it goes away. But that's not how you solve things in a relationship. Part of this is my fault as well.

I'm still crying when Shiroe comes to bed. It isn't too late, or as late as he would normally come to bed. My back is to the door, and I quickly compose myself in the hopes that he doesn't ask me anything. I don't see why I'm trying to hide it.

What good does that do?

I'm so stubborn. And foolish.

I'm the one not doing enough. Enough for us.

Shiroe climbs into bed behind me, shifting hair from my face to give a gentle kiss on my cheek. His touch is so warm, and I'm immediately leaning into him instinctively. "Hey sweetheart, are you awake?" He asked, quietly.

I give a small nod, though I don't want to talk. But I don't want to pretend to be asleep either. So I have to suck it up.

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer until I can feel his chest against my back. Our legs intertwined together, and I could feel his breath against my cheek and ear. He feels so much like home. I want nothing more than to just forgive him. Trust that it'll get easier.

But again, that's not how you solve things. That can't be how we solve things. Not if we want this to work.

"I'm sorry about today. Marielle piled a lot of paperwork after the last festival, and the round table needed me to do some things last minute. Things are just..."

His voice trailed off, almost as if he wasn't sure how to continue.

He sighed, giving my waist a quick squeeze. For a second, I thought he had fallen asleep. Until he too began to speak with such gruffness that it almost scared me.

"I'm making excuses again, aren't I?" He asked.

My eyes widened, and I lifted my head to make eye contact with him. His eyes were so tired looking. I could tell he was stressed about something or many things. It made my chest ache.

My eyebrows furrowed, "What... what do you.."

"I saw how disappointed you were when I turned you down today. You were so excited, and I... I really didn't want to hurt you. Things are just... they're just... getting so- complicated."

His words almost sound shaky. I can't see his eyes well enough in the darkness to know if he's getting overly emotional. Immediately my anxiety starts to rise, and I'm touching his warm cheek.

"Shiroe, baby, what's wrong? Please... tell me..."

He sighed, pursing his lips and glancing to the side. Away from me. He seems almost embarrassed to be admitting this to me. I'm so worried my hands are shaking. I don't like seeing him this way.

It makes me feel so deeply for him. People give him such a bad label when he's really so caring. So gentle. He's got so muh going on in his head that no one will ever truly know or understand. They don't see this part of him. The part that hurts for everyone. The part that longs and works his ass off for the sake of everyone else.

"Staying busy is what I like to do. I like... I like having all of this work to do, but I also like being with you. And sometimes when I don't know how to deal with things working is just... it's just easier for me. It's what I know. All I know."

My eyes start to form tears, and i can barely see him straight. I slowly sat up, holding his face in my hands. His eyes sparkle in the darkness, and I can feel the warmth growing in his cheeks. He feels embarrassed and downright anxious. I can just tell.

"Baby, shhh... it's okay. I know that's how you are. I've accepted that fact-"

"Yes, but that doesn't make it right. You deserve so much better than that. Ashley, you mean so much to me. I can't lose you."

"Shiroe-"

Tears begin to roll down my face, watching him come unglued in front of me. I start to feel selfish again. Foolish for being so upset with hm. I had no idea he was aware of this all. And the burden it was causing him. These emotions were the exact opposite I was expecting.

My body is shaking, and I couldn't begin to find the words to speak. I feel so much love for him. So much pain. I've understood all of himself, the good and the bad. I loce him for all that he is. Even the parts that can be frustrating. Because he is my world.

And he's not perfect.

But he's mine. And he's real.

"I want to do better for you. I want to be the guy that you deserve. It's not fair to you, and I can't mess this up. You're the only person I've ever felt this way about. You make me feel like I'm..."

He's shaking himself now. I can't bring myself to say anything. I feel a tear touch my thumb, and immediately I'm pulling him into a tight hug. Our emotions are bother running high, and all we can do is sit in silence.

He's so warm.

When I finally am able to pull back, my eyes take in his face. I'd never seen him get like this before. Never seen him eat this upset. My chest aches for him. I want nothing more than to end his pain. Nothing more than to ease his mind.

"Shiroe, you're not going to lose me. I love you so god damn much. Do you understand? I don't care about your work. Not when I know it's something you love doing. I only care when it interferes with us. But... I just want to be with you. All the time. Not a second goes by I don't want to be with you, and I know you feel that way too," I said.

He nodded in agreement, watching me speak.

"We've both gotta learn how to balance it out. You've gotta learn how to talk to me, before it gets this bad. We can't do this if we're not communicating. But baby, don't ever think you are not good enough for me. Because you are exactly the man that I want."

I smile through the tears, touching his cheek once again.

Shiroe keeps looking into my eyes, unable to speak a word. His face is almost melancholy, but I know he's just upset with himself. And I don't want that. I just want to make this better for the both of us.

"You're the perfect man for me. If anything, I feel like I don't deserve you. Literally the only complaint I ever had about our relationship is the fact that I feel like I'm not with you enough, and part of that is because I'm needy as fuck,"i said, chuckling softly.

Shiroe chuckled, half heartedly as well. His hand grasped my own, lifting it up to his lips for him to kiss. His thumb trace the back of my knuckles, eyes swallowing my own.

"I'm sorry," He said, "I'll try harder. I'll let you drag me away when it's beginning to be too much. I want to be with you all the time it's just hard for me to... get away from my thoughts."

"I know, baby. I know. But as long as you're trying and I'm trying. That's all that matters."

"I love you..."

Shiroe pulls me against him, pulling me into him. I gladly follow, folding into his lap and leaning my head against his shoulder. He's pulling me right against him, with a grip that no one could break.

My eyes closed, and I gripped the fabric of his shirt under my fingertips. He smelled so nice and he felt so warm. This was exactly be place that I wanted to be.

"I love you too," I said.

And I meant it.

I loved him, and I intended to try harder every day for him. To show him that I'm not going anywhere. And that we are strong.

We are good enough.

[indigo-streaks-in-her-hair]

hair dye [ cm x r ]

fandom : Dear Evan Hansen

by : Summer

pairing : Connor Murphy x Reader

summary : in which you and Zoe are dying your hair and try to convince Connor to dye his. 

request : “Could you write some Connor Murphy imagine where he is a virgin and the reader isn’t and it’s some smut.”

word count : 7,007

warnings : boy oh boy is this gonna be a sMUT HNNGGGFFFF, y’all can’t have a smut w/o a hella lotta sexual innuendos, cursing, mentions blood?, ooc writing, rushed writing, terrible writing in general;;,,,,,

 a / n : Inspired by when I dyed my hair and was super lazy per usual and stained my pillowcase. i’m such a sinner… Is it just me or did my writing change completely like halfway through it? idk it’s bad, sorry. Thanks for reading though. Any sort of support is sincerely respected: liking, commenting, reblogging, following, anything! Constructive criticism is always appreciated :) Much love.

“What the alien cult shit is going on?” Connor asked with a very pissed and very confused expression.

He had just walked past the bathroom when he saw his sister sitting on a chair with strands of hair sectioned off into tubes of tin foil. Y/N, his girlfriend was standing beside Zoe with purple hands. Purple? Blue? Indigo.

“It’s the devil himself,” Zoe said sarcastically.

“You little bi-”

“Zoe,” You cut off Connor rapidly, “if anything he’s a handsome devil.”

“…Fuck you,” Connor mumbled, crossing his arms, and leaning against the doorframe.

“Y/N, you’re gross,” Zoe groaned. You snapped your indigo stained gloves off.

“Grossly in love,” you sang, walking over to Connor and tapping him on the nose. His scowl softened just slightly. Zoe simply groaned.

“I literally cannot have a single day without sharing you,” Zoe slapped the bathroom counter with both hands, “Y/N, you’re supposed to be my best friend. If anything, you’re like my sister and that’d be super weird to think of my sister dating my brother.”

Connor raised his eyebrow and slowly slid his arm over your shoulders. You leaned into his side, expecting him to say exactly what he’d said next.

“You can think of Y/N as your sister-in-law,” he smirked.

Zoe let out a forced gag. Connor stuck his tongue out at her. You waved your arms to cut through their petty teasing.

“If you must know, Connor,” you began, taking a step back to stand in front of Zoe, “We’re dying each other’s hair. After Zoe’s indigo streaks, I’m thinking of doing an ombré to red.” (a/n: if you have darker hair then imagine you bleached it before dying it)

“Okay… but, why?” he responded boredly.

“Well, why not?”

“But why would you?”

“Because it’s like, color! And in your hair. Doesn’t that sound fun or something?”

“Not really.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, turning to Zoe to back you up. She had a mischievous glint in her eye.

“You know,” she smiled slyly, “I think Connor should see how fun it is for himself.”

Connor’s eyes widened. You gasped far too loudly.

“Connor we should totally dye your hair,” you began bouncing up and down like a little child.

“Absolutely not,” Connor shook his head.

“Why not?” you whined.

“Why should I?” he raised his voice an octave to mimic yours.

“You’re so stuck up,” Zoe rolled her eyes, “seriously, there’s no harm in doing it!”

Connor opened his mouth to object, but you interrupted him.

“And I thought you liked spending time with me,” you fake pouted.

“Of course I do,” he frowned, “but not with this gremlin,” he gestured to Zoe, who mocked offense. You decided to try at him with a different approach.

“Aw babe,” you placed your hand against his cheek, moving it back against his head with every word, “I thought you loved when put my hands into your hair, and give it a nice tug.”

You tugged the handful of his hair you had roughly, and he let out a low growl.

“Enough of all of that disgusting flirting, or whatever it is you weirdos do,” Zoe interjected, “are you gonna dye your hair or what?”

You bit your lip, “And even if you don’t like it, I’ll make sure you have fun one way or another,” you winked.

Connor’s face flushed as he groaned angrily. You giggled at him being all flustered.

“Zo, this is exactly the kind of red I’m going for!” you pointed to Connor’s reddening cheeks.

Zoe snorted, failing to hold back her laughter.

“Whatever!” Connor yelled.

You picked up a couple different hair dye colors you had. Holding up a dark blue shade up to Zoe, she posed thoughtfully. Connor spoke up, eyeing the label on the box.

“None of that permanent bullshit,” he crossed his arms, “don’t you have stuff that, like, washes out?”

“As a matter of fact, we do, brother dearest,” Zoe searched through her cluttered bag for the hair chalk you two had gotten to test how different colors would look on your hair.

She handed you a dark blue shade fairly similar to the dye you had in hand. You held them out to Connor.

“What do you think?” you asked.

“I don’t care as long as that,” he pointed at Zoe, “isn’t putting its hands anywhere near me.”

“Make all the excuses you want, Con, but we all know you’re just desperate to have Y/N’s hands all over you,” Zoe smirked.

You rolled your eyes, “Oh, so it’s not disgusting for you to make sexual innuendos about us?”

She giggled, while shrugging. Connor merely scoffed.

“Please,” he seethed, “You can’t keep your hands off of me, can’t you Y/N?”

You raised your eyebrow, as if to warn him ‘two can play at this game’.

“No,” you mumbled innocently, “but you sure don’t seem to mind.”

“Jesus Christ,” Zoe intercepted, “are you guys gonna keep taunting each other or just do it on the counter?”

It all went silent for a good two minutes. You and Connor just stared at Zoe. She darted her eyes left and right for anything to change the subject. She lifted up the hair chalk.

“So, this dark blue?” she smiled awkwardly.

“Yeah,” you replied nonchalantly, as if nothing happened beforehand, “but first, let’s dye my hair.”

After ten minutes, the whole bottom layer of you hair was coated in a blood red dye, courtesy of Zoe. Connor had just sat on the counter the entire time, picking the nail polish off of his nails the entire time. Black flakes littered the sink.

“This is fucking boring,” Connor complained bluntly.

“You know,” Zoe glared, “you don’t have to stay and watch us. You can literally do anything else other than be a creepy stalker or whatever.”

“Nah Zo,” you raised your eyebrows, turning back to look at her, “I’m sure if he could, he’d spend every minute of every day undressing me with his eyes.”

“Literally every time you open your mouth, you have to make a sexual innuendo.”

Connor blew a strand of hair out of his face and propped his legs on top of your knees. You placed your hands on top of his lower legs, and fiddled with the cuffs of his black jeans.

“I don’t have to make verbal innuendos all the time,” you trailed your hands higher up to Connor’s knees, then his thighs, “I can make physical innuendos too.”

Connor looked like he was on the verge of a sweat. You brought your hands up the slightest bit higher and he violently kicked, his foot reaching dangerously close to your face.

“I’m out,” Zoe yelled, almost sprinting out of the bathroom.

Connor hopped off of the counter and slammed the door shut. Click. And suddenly the space seemed thick between you two. An atmosphere of fright grew in the small room, but you refused to let it show. Instead, you presented him a gaudy grin.

Connor slowly turned around, with a furious expression on his face. His eyebrows were arched down, his teeth clenched in a tight scowl, and his ice-cold eyes boring into yours. You didn’t know what to expect next.

You would’ve fallen back at the sudden impact of Connor hadn’t pulled you back by the rear. He slammed his lips fiercely against yours with a fiery passion that could match your reddening hair. Your lips moved in a quickening synchronization as you felt heat wrap around you.

You brought your hands up to grasp the sides of his cheeks, tracing back from his jawline, and ultimately pulling farther into his messy knotted locks. You balled up your fists in his hair and tugged hard, hearing him let out a staggering growl. He pulled you closer, biting hard on your lower lip, making you let out a strangled whimper in return. His chest pressed roughly against yours as you wrapped your left leg around his right. You felt his grip on your rear growing tighter and his hand shift closer your core, his bony fingers pressing up firmly, making you feel weak. You pushed against the bulge forming in his jeans.

He lifted his hand to reach your cheek, and you pulled away suddenly, sitting back into the chair, trying hard not to laugh at his next angry outburst.

“What the fuck?” he yelled, shooting his arms up and dropping them to hit his legs.

“Hair, babe,”  you pointed to your hair as he let out an annoyed sigh.

“Well, wash it out!”

Speedy footsteps approached the bathroom, and was replaced with a loud banging on the door.

“I hear yelling!” Zoe shouted, “You better not be murdering my best friend in there!”

“You mean your only friend?” Connor shot back.

You slipped past Connor and unlocked the door, allowing Zoe to stomp in. She exchanged a glance between you, then to Connor, and personally evaluated the scene, focusing very intently on Connor’s disheveled and even messier than usual hair.

“I leave for ten minutes and you animals cannot control yourselves,” she pointed her index finger up and waved it accusingly at the two of you.

You walked around her to stand by Connor and slipped your arm around his waist. He shot you a threatening look, almost daring you to try him.

“I,” You placed your hand over your chest vainly, “can control myself just fine. Your brother on the other hand,” you moved your hand from your chest to pat him gently on the stomach, “might have just the slightest difficulty with that.”

Connor immediately shoved out of your hold and took a step back.

“I can control myself just fucking fine,” he glared, fuming through clenched teeth.

“Oh really?” you laughed, “I beg to differ. Yeah, exhibit A,” you proudly lifted your arms out and gestured to Connor’s pants, presenting his very apparent… excitement. He placed his hands in front of him to cover it, in obvious embarrassment.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t mind taking about how you were just soaking your fucking panties over me,” Connor argued, and mocking you in a high-pitched tone, he moaned, “Oh Connor! Mmm, yes Connor! Oh, oohh, Connor, fuck me sideways with a spork!” he gasped, flailing his hands back and forth and rubbing them up and down his chest to ridicule you more.

Zoe could do nothing but blink rapidly, and remained in a still position, her mouth hung open in clear disgust. Slowly and silently, you pressed her chin up and closed her mouth, to which she responded by shaking her head violently.

“Wow, okay,” she mumbled out, “I am.. related, to this-this.. person..,” she trailed off.

Connor rolled his eyes and walked out, before you could contradict him. Maybe he won that round, but you planned for him to take his sorry words and shove them back down his throat.

“So,” you dragged out the ‘o’, hoping to resurrect Zoe from her state of absolute disbelief, “how long until I can wash this dye out?”

“…Twenty minutes.”

After seven or eight painfully awkward minutes, you and Zoe decided to look for Connor so you could use the blue hair chalk. When he wasn’t anywhere to be seen in his room, the two of you had found him in the kitchen, drinking the milk straight from the container. Zoe was about to tell him off before he had told her there was barely any left, anyways. You held up the temporary dyes. He averted his eyes from you and simply frowned.

“Hey Mr. Boyfriend-of-the-year,” you joked, “how’s about we put a little color in that hair and a smile on that face, huh?”

He completely ignored you.

“Don’t be petty, babe,” you dropped your head on his shoulder, and he shrugged you off. Zoe decided to butt in.

“Hey Connor, we’ve got a few minutes, let’s put some of this chalk on your hair,” she spoke, with fake enthusiasm.

“You know, Zoe,” he propped his hand upwards, “I don’t really think I want to. Yeah, a certain someone really changed my mind.”

Zoe turned to you, and you just closed your eyes, brows raised, and let out a sharp exhale.

“Can I change it back?” you pleaded, and Connor raised an eyebrow at you with a cocky smile, “What can I do that’s not non-consensual, illegal, out of a $10 budget range, or flat out disgusting?”

“I think you know,” he chuckled while pulling out his phone to record.

“How would I- oh,” you winced, knowing how regretful you’d be in the very near future.

“Alright… Go!” he pressed the record button.

“Here goes any shred of respect I’ve ever had for myself,” you sighed loudly, “Hmm, o-oh, Connor… uh, mmm Connor Murphy is the sexiest human being! Oohh Connor,” you spoke mortified, burying your face into your hands. Connor and Zoe were laughing obnoxiously.

“Keep going,” Connor choked, his voice caught in laughter. You shook your head in total disappointment of yourself.

“Connor Murphy has the biggest dick in the world,” you forced out dryly.

“Say-,” Connor cut himself off with a snort, “Say ‘I rub my nipples thinking about you every single night’!”

“Alright. You heard it here folks,” you grinned, “Connor Murphy rubs his nipples thinking about me every single night! That’s gotta be some serious commitment!”

“God damn it, you know what I mean!”

“Fine, fine, okay,” you made a noise of frustration, “um… I rub my nipples,” you pinched the bridge of your nose, “thinking about you every single night. Satisfied, asshole?”

“Not as satisfied as you’ll be, soon,” Connor taunted smugly, rewatching the video.

You were, in fact, humiliated and wanted nothing more than to take that phone and shove it up his ass. But, you had to admit, you loved seeing how much he laughed and smiled. That was sort of a rare sight and, as agonizing as the whole experience was, you couldn’t help but wager the fact that it might have been worth it. And there was also another bonus:

“So are we gonna put this blue in your hair or what?”

You stood behind a seated Connor, running your fingers through his hair, trying to take out the majority of knots in it. It was a nice silence, not overwhelmingly tense. He was relaxing into your touch, the feeling of your fingernails lightly dragging from his scalp to give a gently pull at the ends was an incredible amount of soothing and comforting to him. You took your hands out of his hair before he could get too comfortable or even fall asleep.

Zoe on the left side, you on the right, the both of you began sectioning of different portions of his hair for the coloring process. Starting from the back of his head and slowly making your way to his front, you colored random streaks of the pigment into his curly strands. The bright bathroom lighting highlighting the blue gave him such an oceanic aura, you couldn’t help but smile. His waves of hair mimicked the waves of the ocean, and his pale skin and icey eyes greatly resembled that of sea foam, and the accents of pale brown hair was the shore his waves were crashing into.

He was stunning, to say the least.

“Keep staring and smiling at me, why don’t you,” Connor remarked.

“I can’t help it that you’re beautiful,” you gazed into his calming eyes.

Zoe made a noise that sounded like a retch. You looked over at her to see her pointing at her open mouth, tongue sticking out, and eyebrows furrowed with repulse. You gave her a look that expressed your annoyance with her replies to anytime you and Connor conversed.

“It’s time for you to wash out your hair,” she told you.

“Okay, but first,” you turned your attention to Connor, who looked back at you expectantly, “Con, what do you think of your hair?”

“It’s eh,” he shrugged, “I don’t hate it, but I don’t really like it either. You sure this stuff washes out? I don’t want to have to go to school looking like a fucking smurf.”

You nearly choked trying to hold back a laugh. Connor Smurfy. Recomposing yourself, you tried to keep your voice steady.

“Yeah, you want to wash it out?” you asked him, and he nodded, “Okay, babe, I’ll go wash my hair out in the other bathroom.”

“What, you don’t want to shower with me?” he teased, raising his eyebrows suggestively. You bit your lip as you gradually turned around to answer him.

“First of all,” you held up one finger, “I’m just rinsing my hair, no stripping required. And second,” you paused, and acted as if you were actually considering it, “nope!”

You skipped away and Zoe trailed behind you. As soon as you reached the door, you halted abruptly, causing Zoe to almost fall into you without any sudden warning.

“I think I actually might take a shower,” you rethought, “I’m totally exhausted. Do you think I could spend the night?”

“Definitely,” Zoe responded, “my parents love having you over, ‘cause you,” she curled her fingers into quotation marks, “‘keep Connor sane’ or whatever.”

“Okay,” you snickered, “I’ll tell my folks. Do you have a change of clothes I can borrow?”

“Steal some of Connor’s, I’m sure he won’t mind.”

“But why can’t-”

“No more questions, lady! Now get in that shower before all that red poisons your brain,” she pushed you roughly into the bathroom, and left without a single other word.

You, being left with no other choice, shot your parents a quick text, then stripped down and hopped into the shower. The icy water hit immediately, stinging like bullets into your back, and each drop made you cringe more until the cold subsided into a warmth you could get used to. The hot water blanketed you in a heavy layer of steam and relaxation. Looking down at the floor beneath you, the heavily pigmented, rich red flooded your feet and covered them in a massacre of dye. After rinsing out as much of  the color as you could, your hair was left drizzling with pink water.

Picking up the first bottle of shampoo your eyes landed on, you applied a generous amount to your hair, scrunching swirls all over your head, creating a faux hawk, and messing with the foam bubbles while humming a random tune you had gotten stuck in your head. The strawberry scent was very familiar to you in a way you did not know.

The low patter of the water against the floor was very reminiscent of a soft rain. You felt like you could stay there for hours.

The bathroom silenced as you turned off the faucet. The curtains opened with a swish and the chills that hit your body were wrapped tightly with a towel. Making sure it was secured tight around your chest, you ventured into Connor’s room, where you found him laying in bed, staring at the ceiling. You knocked to make sure he knew you were there.

He sat up, and you could see him clearer. His hair had been pulled back into a messy bun, and the blue had been washed clean out. It still looked damp, however a few stray strands frayed their way out. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, most likely because he was getting ready to sleep. The hairs on his chest were prominent against his pale, scrawny, yet toned figure.

“What do you need?” he asked.

“You,” you replied drastically with an elongated pause, taking great satisfaction in watching his face grow wildly red and his eyes widen with shock, before finishing your sentence, “…to get me a pair of clothes to change into.”

“Why can’t you borrow Zoe’s?” he frowned, knitting his eyebrows down bitterly.

“I’m already here,” you tugged up the loosening side of your towel.

Connor just shook his head and tossed you one of his shirts and a pair of pants from the floor.

“Are these clean?” you studied his clothes carefully, hoping not to find any gross stains on them.

“They’re clean enough,” he fell back onto his bed.

Feeling too tired to contradict him, you decided it was fine to just sleep in those clothes. You stepped into his surprisingly spacious closet to allow yourself some privacy. The friction of dry fabric against wet skin proved difficult as you tried to tug on his clothes. After a long and tiresome polyester battle, you were able to burst out of the closet with obvious relief written all over your face.

“I’m gay for Connor Murphy!”  you screamed, charging to belly flop on an unsuspecting sprawled out Connor laying in bed.

“What the fu-OOF!” your sudden impact against him nearly knocked the wind out of him.

You scrawled your arms around his bare torso and wrapped your legs round his, intertwining them firmly. You pressed your head deep against his chest, your ear resting above his heart, listening to your favorite sound: the constant beating of his heart.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he mumbled, “you could at least warn a guy.”

He pulled the thin tie out of his hair, then he turned to his right side, and laid you on the plush mattress. He brushed your wet hair off of his chest, seeming displeased by the water that was infecting his white sheets and pillows. You hooked your arm under his own and around and over his shoulder, placing a soft, lingering kiss on his chest.

Connor pulled the covers over the two of you, then placed his hand on your thigh, and inched it upward slowly, as he wrapped his other arm crossing over your back and stroked your side. He pressed a firm kiss against your temple, as you began to doze off.

Connor wasn’t one who usually slept early, but you were a great exception. He felt unusually comfortable and secure as he held you, and observed the current situation intently.

Your body was warm, but to him you were radiating. You were sweating, but to him you were sparkling. You were quietly snoring, but to him you were an angelic choir. His clothes were dirty and wrinkled, but to him you wore them like a model. The constant rising and falling if your chest was a mesmerizing dance that he could watch forever.

And he did.

He gazed at your peaceful resting form until he forgot how to keep his eyes open.

3:28 AM in piercing red light was the first thing Connor saw when he opened his eyes. His room was pitch black other than the digital clock on his bedside table. The lopsided shift in the mattress and the arm hooked loosely around his middle indicated that you were well asleep next to him. He stroked down your arm until he found the palm of your hand. Intertwining his fingers with yours, he glided his thumb over your index finger, feeling over every joint and every small indent. He could feel himself beginning to grin stupidly at your soft touch.

What Connor didn’t know was that his fragile actions had aided in helping you slowly regain your consciousness. Still, you remained silent and motionless, except for a ghost of a smile you had failed to try to hide. It was a habit of Connor’s that you loved so much when he would fiddle with your hands, your hair, your cheeks, and even the hems of the shirts and shorts you wore. In quiet moments like so, it gave you a great time to think about how much you adored his affection. Sure, he wasn’t really verbally affectionate, but any hug or kiss shared between the two of you felt like one of the closest connections that could ever be created between a pair.

Connor wasn’t one for being open and expressive about his feelings so it would be incredibly rare to hear him go on endlessly about why he loved you, but he’d always think about how incredible you are on a daily basis, even if you can annoy the living shit out of him, sometimes.

He liked how you didn’t cower in fear at his very presence. He liked how you could naturally approach him and how you could hold a regular conversation with him without shaking your voice or giving him an uneasy look. He loved how you didn’t mind if he wanted to hold or kiss you, and in fact wanted him to touch you constantly. He loved that no matter how much you two could joke around, you would never bluntly insult him with name calling. And he absolutely loved how trusting enough you were with him to fall asleep on the same bed and not be afraid of all the dark twisted lies that other people would accuse him of.

Something pricked at his throat and his mouth went dry. He squeezed your hand ever so slightly as he shifted to grab the plastic water bottle on his bedside table. In his blind searching, he felt the back of his hand hit cool plastic and a loud impact on the floor.

“Shit,” he whispered, as you tried desperately not to giggle at his pointless clumsiness.

With your eyes still closed, you felt a great shift on the other side of the bed and heard a small click, as the dark shifted to a soft light. You could hear Connor’s feet hit the ground and the low crinkle of the water bottle only to hear it drop again. You expected him to curse again but instead were confused by his eerie silence.

Connor dropped his feet to the floor, picking up his water bottle, then turned around to admire the sleeping beauty on his bed only to have his chest feel heavy and his breathing grow labored as he registered the scene in front of him. He dropped his water bottle, and everything seemed to go in slow motion. The love of his life was laying limp and unconscious on his bed as wet, blood red stains surrounded her head in the pillows. He was so confused and scared, he didn’t know what the hell to do.

“Fuck!” he yelled, running his hands through his hair, and tugging painfully, “Shit, shit, shit, shit…” he mumbled repetitively.

Quickly he leaned over and shook you vigorously by the arm. Your eyes shot open and you jolted completely awake with a tense flinch.

“Connor, what the fuck?” you slurred, stretching your arms outwards, and twisting your torso, letting out a crack that made you cringe.

“What the fuck?” he gestured to the dark red up and down his pillow.

You turned your head to look at what he was talking about, and sections of your now dry hair fell in front of your face. The red illuminated in the lamp light. Connor fell back onto his bed, clutching his head and exhaling loudly, casually mortified albeit relieved. A dopey smile grew on your face as you let out a great laugh, leaning your head into his back.

“It’s not fucking funny,” he grunted. He gripped you by the waist and held you firmly. You hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“It’s kinda funny,” you chuckled.

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he tightened his constricting hold on you and dug his fingernails into your sides. You rubbed circles into his back.

“Hey,” you whispered, “I’m still here and I’m perfectly okay.”

He nodded slowly into the crook of your neck, his hair tickling you slightly. You placed a light kiss in his hair. His limbs were taut around your body.

“You’re so tense,” you shifted him to lay down on the bed.

His grip loosened just slightly as he pulled back to admire you. You were absolutely infatuated with his eyes. Watching his pupils dilate against his colorful irises was like seeing art in motion. His eyes were rimmed with dulled red bags. You leaned your forehead against his own.

“Aren’t you tired?” you questioned.

“Not really,” he mumbled.

You leaned forward to press your lips against his, and he gladly met you halfway. When you parted, you leaned over the edge of the bed to pick up the water bottle on the floor. You handed it to him and he said a quick “thank you”. He took the cap off and just stared at it. You sat confused in silence for a good minute.

“Connor,” you leaned back against the pillows, “take a fucking sip.”

Whatever trance he was in, he seemed to snap out of it because he flinched and downed what was left of the bottle. He threw the empty plastic aside, and dropped his head into your lap. He closed his eyes.

“Fuck,” he said, “I thought I fucking lost you.”

“You actually thought I was gone?” you ran your hands through his hair.

“I know, I know, it’s dumb. Shut up.”

“Aw, it’s not like I died or anything- I mean I just dyed my hair.”

“Oh my fucking god, just shut up about it!”

“Hey, you saw me breath-”

Of course Connor used the cliche “shut you up with a kiss” move. He kissed you fiercely, biting hard against your top lip. You immediately held onto his shoulders, whimpered quietly, then rolling yourself on top of him. He pushed roughly against you, his tongue swirling with yours. You shoved him back, cringing as he hit the headboard. He inhaled sharply, and you pulled away.

“You know,” you gasped as he attacked your neck, working a gentle yet violent demeanor, “it’s funny how you can blackmail me, you can tease me, and you can pretend to hate me when I annoy you,” tears pricked your eyes as he bit down hard on a sensitive spot, proceeding to trail his kisses down your chest, “but just have a little ‘fake blood’ and suddenly you’re all-”

“If you don’t shut up about it then I will make you bleed,” his arms scrambled to touch every dip and crook on your body.

You moved your hands against Connor’s chest and forcefully pried him off of you. He fell back with little restraint. Lifting his head up, he was wheezing as if he’d just ran a marathon. Sitting upright in his lap, you could feel his excitement poking underneath you.

“Listen here, lover boy,” you placed your hands on your thighs and hunched over forward, “First of all, obviously you don’t know, but I’ve already ‘popped my cherry’, alright?” you made quotation marks with your hands. He lifted his head down from the ceiling to you, looking absolutely taken aback.

“Second of all,” you placed your arms on his shoulders as he gripped the bed sheets in a faint panic, “you can make all the sex jokes you want, or spit a shit load of game, but we both know you’ve never gotten it on once.”

Connor held onto his bed sheets so tight he was sure he’d rip the fabric. His eye twitched slightly as he chewed roughly onto his lower lip. He knew he couldn’t defend himself there.

“And third,” you slid your hand down from his shoulders to his elbows, “it is almost four in the morning and your parents are just a couple rooms away. So if you so desperately want this, then it’ll be the most quiet passionate love making in fucking history.”

Connor was absolutely sure he wasn’t thinking at all when he answered you.

“Shit…,” he murmured, “I want this so badly,” he was completely mesmerised by the idea of it with you.

You gaped at him, blinking a couple times before nodding steadily. You pulled yourself off of his lap.

“Okay,” you recollected your thoughts, “do you… have a condom?”

Leaning over to his side, he stretched out his arm to pull open his drawer.

“I’ll be honest,” you could hear the shifting of various items as he searched, “I’ve been planning on this for a while, I just didn’t know when,” he whispered that last part.

You beamed at him, thinking it was so genuine that he wanted you to be his first. He placed the condom beside the two of you. You rested your hands on either of his cheeks, the tips of your fingers curling around his silky locks.

“I’m uh, not really sure what to say,” you sighed, “I know this is new to you and everything, so if it gets too… um, intense, in a way, don’t be afraid to tell me to stop. In fact, don’t be afraid of anything with me because I have my complete faith and trust in you and-”

“Hey, hey,” he cut short your rambling, “You talk way too fucking much. I’m more than ready to do this with you.”

“Right, so,” you shifted your hands to trace his jawline, “can I kiss you?”

“Hell yeah,” Connor closed the gap between the two of you instantly.

Your lips danced in a slow waltz as your noses bumped with every relaxed movement. You could already clearly tell how eager he was for you, but didn’t want to rush into things. A question formed at the back of your mind, and began to wear out your entire thought process.

Connor moved from your lips to your cheeks, along your chin and jaw, and down your throat. You bit your lip to silence a moan and laid your palms flat against his bare chest. The mixture of the warm room and your hot bodies made an easy beginning for sweat. He littered your profile with love bruises and saliva.

“Connor,” you inquired. He mumbled incoherent sounds against the vibration of your vocals, “you,

um, you weren’t mad when I told you I’ve done… this before. Wh-Why is that?”

As he pulled back, you enjoyed the feeling of the rough skin on his thumb caressing your cheekbone. You decided to return the favor as he answered you, leaning in to attach your lips onto his pale neck. He suppressed a low growl.

“There’s no way you could’ve,” he hissed as you reached a sensitive spot, “n-no way you cou-could’ve known that you and I…” he lost his trail of thought as pleasure overcame him.

“You and I?” you questioned in an alluring manner, smiling against his collarbone.

He had to pull back to think straight. You could’ve started giggling at how effortless it was to distract him. You rested your head over his heart as he took a moment to ease his hasty panting. You rubbed his bicep in a way to reassure him to take as much time as he needed to. It didn’t take too long for him to speak up again.

“Your question, uh, back then, there’s really no way you could’ve known that you and I would be together, ya know?”

“I know,” you began to pepper kisses down his chest, “thank you so much for understanding,” you traced the line of hair that lined down to his boxers, “I love you so much, Connor.”

His hands toyed with the hem of your (or rather, his) shirt. You fixed your gaze on him at the sudden contact. He lifted it up ever so slightly.

“Is this okay?” he worried.

“It’s okay.”

He pulled his shirt off of you, discarding it over the side of the bed. Your now bare and newly exposed skin began to spasm with shivers. He was captivated by the sight of you. He blushed as his mouth hung agape in awe.

Every mole, discoloration, bodily hair, dip, and crease made you seem like an absolute masterpiece to him. Sure, he had seen you completely bare before, but now that he knew what was eventually going to happen, he felt so appreciated to know that you had so much assurance that you were willing to intertwine yourselves with no barriers.

Cautiously, Connor lifted his hands, looking to you for a sign that it was okay to proceed. You gave him a curt nod and he placed his hands over your breasts. He began to knead them as if he knew exactly what to do to drive you mad. Holding your mouth shut, you hummed a whimper of satisfaction.

“I know I gave you total shit for not shutting up about this but,” Connor referred to the red hair dye stain incident, “I honestly was so fucking scared.”

Something about the tone he spoke it made something sting in your heart. Either that or he just really knew how to work his way around your chest.

“I really don’t know what the hell I’d do with myself if I actually lost you,” he spilled, grazing his fingers over your sensitive nipples, as groan got caught in your throat, “You make me feel safe and cared for, respected and loved in a way I never knew existed.”

He applied more pressure, pushing you down to lay flat against the bed. Your hands found their way comfortably into his hair, tugging lightly as he hovered over you. He pressed lazy kisses all over your middle.

“You don’t put my flaws in front of me,” he murmured against your stomach, the movement of his lips tickling your tender skin, “fuck, you don’t treat me like an outcast. The way you talk and touch me, makes me feel normal; makes me feel wanted.”

You almost swore you could hear his voice crack and falter. Sweat grew heavier on your body when he started sucking and biting down on any bit of flesh he could reach.

“Connor,” was all you could utter before your mind scrambled and you grew light-headed. All you could do was look up and breathe. Your heart was beating like a drum against your chest, it felt like it could just pop out at any given moment.

With the few nerves you gained control over, you weakly hoisted yourself up, Connor removing himself from you. His face played an expression of fear he might’ve made you too uncomfortable.

You slipped your thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, which he whispered for you to take off. Sliding off the last article of clothing keeping him from being completely exposed to you, his length sprung up.

“I’m so ready for you,” you flushed a deep red. You guided his hands to the pants you were wearing begging him with your trembling arms to discard what left you had on you.

“You make me feel so fucking happy,” Connor took no time to rid you of his pants and your undergarments.

Admiring your lower region, he mumbled, “Holy fucking shit.”

You drew him in for one more hot, fervent kiss. As much as he loved the feeling of your tender lips on his slightly chapped own, he was incredibly impatient. When you finally pulled off of him, you took the condom that had been lying beside the two of you and removed it from its wrapper.

You pinched the tip and rolled it onto his eager self, noticing his squirming under your touch. Situating yourself over his lap, you rested your forehead against his before requesting one last confirmation.

“Are you,” you rifled through your vocabulary for the right words to say, “Are you okay?”

You didn’t expect him to shake his head ‘no’.

“Fuck,” he snarled, “I want to make you feel as loved as you make me.”

“Trust me,” you ran your fingers over his cheek, “you do.”

And with that, you sank yourself down onto him, the both of you letting loose a cacophony of groans and grunts. Connor lifted his hips to meet yours, his whole body giving in to vigorous tremors as your walls clenched tightly around him. Tears stung your eyes as you rotated your hips onto him comfortably. Your spine tensed up in trembles as you raised yourself gently.

You stimulated movement, leaning against and off of him, as he thrusted in synch with you. Something clawed at your throat, begging you to scream, but instead you let out a meek cry. A tear fell from the corner of your eye.

Connor gingerly pressed his lips to yours, as you let out your moans as silently as you could. Grabbing him by the face as he you around your torso, you felt tears flooding your hands. You parted for a split-second to take a look at him. Hot tears were trailing down his face, and you leaned back in quickly, pulling him affectionately into another kiss.

The both of you tried miserably to choke back any noise but couldn’t help but be sympathetic to one another as your bodies moved at a gradually increasing rate. Sweat beaded over you like rain. the knot in your core grew tighter and tighter until it became too much to bear.

Slurs of ‘I love you’s, and mumbles of each other’s names transferred back and forth between you two until the chain was broken by a strangled moan and a staggered gasp.

Connor was first to release himself, but not a few moments later, you began to lose yourself over him. You rode out your highs, bouncing slower against each other with every passing minute. You felt like collapsing.

You and Connor were both exhausted. Your bodies were wrapped intricately like a complicated knot: leg around leg, hand in hair, and arm over shoulder. You felt a powerful burning inside you as you tamed your breath.

“Damn,” you exhaled, “are you sure you haven’t done this before? You seriously seem to know what you’re doing.”

He let out a raspy chuckle, his voice low and husky.

“I guess I know you all too well,” he kissed your forehead.

You hummed, “Well, I’m glad you do.”

Shifting yourself close to him, you didn’t care if you were burning your ass off, or if you were sweating like swine. It felt right to be as close to him as possible.

“By the way, red is such a beautiful color on you”

[arisefairsun]

ok I seriously love romeo. when I read this in freshman year everyone hated him bc he was so sensitive and emotional but that was what I loved about him. even though I'm a girl I relate to him so much bc of that and he thinks with his heart far more than he does with his brain. I love how he is so different from the other boys in verona bc he doesn't want to fight, and I love his contrast w juliet. it's like they're fire and water or the sun and the moon like I just love his character so much

THANK YOU. It’s nice to know that I’m not the only one in the world who loves Romeo’s personality. Let me just ramble about him because I absolutely love this boy.

He lives in such a dark, abusive, coercive society, doesn’t he? A society that does not allow its citizens to achieve freedom—a society that despotically forces the men into violence, war, bravado, machismo, and this empty, meaningless concept of a dehumanized man that should have no feelings, no fears, because otherwise he is unmanly and shameful. It is a society that does not accept those men that do not behave as such. Look at the deification of machismo in the opening dialogue between Sampson and Gregory. Look at Mercutio’s constant mocking of Romeo for choosing to be a lover and a poet rather than a fighter:

Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with awhite wench’s black eye; shot through the ear with a love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy’s butt-shaft: and is he a man to encounter Tybalt?

Look at the way the Nurse urges him to ‘man up’: ‘Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man’. Even Friar Lawrence shows his contempt for his unmanly attitude:

Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art.Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denoteThe unreasonable fury of a beast.Unseemly woman in a seeming man!O ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!

Romeo, as Montague’s heir, is expected to perpetuate these senseless masculine ideals. Benvolio is certain that Romeo will fight Tybalt (‘Romeo will answer it’), and so does Mercutio (‘Marry, go before to field, he’ll be your follower’). He does not, cannot comprehend why Romeo didn’t accept Tybalt’s challenge, why he stated that he loved the Capuet surname ‘as dearly as mine own’, why he literally said he loved Tybalt (‘O calm, dishonorable, vile submission’). To Mercutio, Romeo is only truly Romeo when he is jesting in his male circle: ‘Is not this better now than groaning for love? Now art thou sociable; now art thou Romeo. Now art thou what thou art by art as well as by nature’. (Little does he know that the reason Romeo is in such a good mood in this scene is that he spent the previous night talking to Capulet’s daughter about the insignificance of names and social labels.)

This is brutal. This is terrible. This is the abusive impact that patriarchy and toxic masculinity and social oppression have on a boy who just wants to go on talking about blushing pilgrims and love’s light wings. Unlike the other boys in Verona, Romeo does not care about his social identity. He simply chooses to ignore it. Think of his reaction to the fight in the first scene: ‘O me! What fray was here? / Yet tell me not, for I’ve heard it all.’ There is weariness in his words. He is tired of the feud. He immediately starts rambling about love instead: ‘Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love. / Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate…’ But it’s not as simple; he just cannot forget about it so easily. In act III, his identity as Montague’s heir brings him so much anxiety and distress that he attempts to take his own life, hoping that this will allow him to extirpate his own name from himself:

O, tell me, friar, tell me,In what vile part of this anatomyDoth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sackThe hateful mansion.Drawing his sword.

These lines are heartbreaking. He is so tired. He is ‘world-wearied flesh’. I don’t think it’s fair to dismiss his emotions and say that he’s just an idiot going through an emo phase. No. Romeo is desperate. Romeo needs affection to survive, and I don’t think that’s a joke if we take into account the brutality of his society. He needs to believe that there is something that’s more powerful than hate in life.

For instance, I can never get enough of the juxtaposition in the first scene. The chaos of the fight, the phallic violence, the toxic pride of Sampson and Gregory—all of this contrasts beautifully with Romeo’s first entrance. From the moment Lady Montague asks, ‘O where is Romeo?’, the characters shift toward a more lyrical, dreamlike speech. They mention Aurora’s bed, the worshipped sun, an artificial night, etc. The force of poetry accompanies Romeo’s character even before he comes on the stage. The language of the scene invites us to conceive Romeo as a different boy, one that isolates himself, one that cries under sycamores, ‘with tears augmenting the fresh morning dew, / Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs’, while the other men shed blood over a thumb-biting gesture. Romeo is lyrical, he is poetry itself, an ardent defensor of the power of dreaming. And yet, in the first act, his poetry is poor and his understanding of love limited, stereotyped, void. It’s artificial and forced. As Friar Lawrence remarks, ‘thy love did read by rote, that could not spell’. Romeo’s 'love’ for Rosaline exposes again the banality of his society. 

It’s not until he meets Juliet that he transcends the limited customs of his society and begins to explore his real self. With Juliet he finds a new kind of love, one that’s personal, real, daring, full of meaning. During his first conversation with Juliet, they both triumph at composing a perfect Shakespearean sonnet together. The poetry is finally mutual, real, alive. From that moment on, though, they will generally speak in blank verse together; Romeo finds a new voice, a different sort of dream, in Juliet’s company. He changes his nonsense, excessively elaborated speech for a much more honest, spontaneous language. He can do so much better than his society—he can be a far better poet than he thinks. Juliet, who shows a greater command of her language, demonstrates this to him.

Something I love about him is that even if he is the romantic lead of the story, he is far from being the perfect prince: he is a helpless, scared child. Juliet is certainly more determined than him, far more careful and resourceful. When she is threatened by her father to marry a man she dislikes, she immediately asks the Nurse for help (‘O Nurse! How shall this be prevented?’). When the Nurse betrays her, she immediately turns to the friar (‘I’ll to the friar to know his remedy’). After Romeo’s banishment, on the contrary, he just lies on the floor 'with his own tears made drunk’, refuses to listen to the friar’s advices, and even attempts to kill himself. But I don’t think we should despise Romeo for this; Romeo needs help and protection and that is not a joke. Romeo goes through a lot of anxiety because he is forced to become someone he doesn’t want to be and that’s just not his fault.

Even if both of them are very protective of each other, it is Juliet who most mentions her need to protect 'my Romeo’. Despite all her fears, this is what finally makes her drink the friar’s potion:

O look! Methinks I see my cousin’s ghost,Seeking out Romeo that did spit his bodyUpon a rapier’s point: Stay, Tybalt, stay!Romeo, I come. This do I drink to thee.

Juliet fears that Tybalt, one of the major exponents of toxic masculinity in the play, will destroy her Romeo if she doesn’t defend him. It is as if there were two Romeos: his imposed identity as Romeo Montague, based on honor and violence; and then the identity he chose himself as her Romeo, based on love and tenderness. He attempts to break the patriarchal norms by rejecting his household in the balcony scene ('Had I [my name] written, I would tear the word’); however, he doesn’t ask the same from her. Ultimately, his death in Capulet’s vault destroys his obedience to the feud (and he uses poison, often attributed to women and weakness, as opposed to Juliet’s dagger).

Juliet revitalizes him in every possible way. She introduces him to a brighter, kinder world. Picking up again the saint/pilgrim motif, he asks her to 'call me but love and I’ll be new baptized’. He finally finds someone who doesn’t believe in the coercive customs of their society—someone who fearlessly states that he would still be as valuable even if he were not a Montague. While their households continue to fight over the importance of names and honor, Juliet is so skeptical that she even wonders, 'What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, / Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part / Belonging to a man.’ She’ll fight anyone over her Romeo. She is ready to do anything in order to take care of him (more on this here). And Romeo himself rejoices in her protectiveness. He knows she’s stronger than all the swords in Verona ('Look thou but sweet and I am proof against their enemy’). To him, she is a light forcing her way through the physical restrictions of their world, freely expanding her light across the whole sky and shaming 'those stars / As daylight doth a lamp’. She is his sun. There is so much life in her that he believes she could revive him with her kisses as if he were a Disney princess (‘… And breathed such life with kisses in my lips / That I revived and was an emperor’). He is in love with her mind, with her light, and not only with her body (FIGHT ME): 'How is’t, my soul? Let’s talk, it is not day.’

In short, Juliet builds a new identity for him, one that’s free from Verona’s rules and the feud, one that’s tender and blissful and full of light, as they always say. This brings him hope—Juliet’s brave, restless energy turns his dreams into reality. Look at his intrepid words:

With love’s light wings did I o'er-perch these walls,For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do, that dares love attempt.Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.

Love is his strength. Romeo’s courage is of a different kind than that of the other men. It is not based on violence and rage—he dislikes those. Romeo’s bravery lies in his tears, his softness, his emotions, his dreams. His inability to live without Juliet denotes his inability to live without freedom, subjugated to the toxicity of the feud and masculinity. In the balcony scene he tells Juliet 'I would I were thy bird’; he tells her he wishes to say there 'forgetting any other home but this’. And indeed, he chooses Juliet’s breast as his final resting place. Productions don’t generally make him die on her breast, but that’s what Friar Lawrence describes: 'Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead.’ It tragically echoes his words in the balcony scene: 'Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast, / Would I were sleep and peace so sweet to rest!’

They are a team. They love, help, save, trust each other. The intimacy they achieve by the end of act III is remarkable. Look at the Nurse’s words when she finds Romeo crying in the friar’s cell:

O, he is even in my mistress’ case,Just in her case! O woeful sympathy!Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.

He shows as much despair as her. They are not the typical straight couple—a perfectly disciplined man, an oversensitive woman—Romeo and Juliet share their pain. For instance, I’m in love with this passage from the farewell scene:

JULIETO god! I have an ill-divining soul!Methinks I see thee there, thou art so low,As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.Either my eyesight fails or thou lookst pale.ROMEOAnd trust me, love, in my eye so do you.Dry sorrow drinks our love. Adieu, adieu!

This could be paraphrased as ‘I’m scared.’ ‘I’m scared, too.’ This is beautiful and not so easy to find in literature. This is a man who doesn’t pretend he is too strong to show weakness. Romeo imagines his blood being sucked by sorrow, and he doesn’t mind telling Juliet. Indeed, he always stands up for his own emotions and his right to feel. I’ve always been in love with his response to the friar’s words in 3.3:

Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,Doting like me and like me banished,Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,And fall upon the ground, as I do now,Taking the measure of an unmade grave.

Romeo is unable to cope; he is weak, sensitive, and spends too much time dreaming. He is the kind of person who needs people by his side. He simply needs affection and that’s precisely what his society prohibits him from having. But instead of mocking him for this, I believe it would be fairer to judge those that instill such anxiety and despair in this poor child who just wants to spend his life poetizing the power of love but who is tragically forced to kill and hate. He is such an idealistic young boy, isn’t he?—completely governed by his dreams, madly in love with his own fantasies. I can never get enough of this funny exchange between Mercutio and Romeo:

ROMEOI dreamt a dream tonight.MERCUTIOAnd so did I.ROMEOWell, what was yours?MERCUTIOThat dreamers often lie.ROMEOIn bed asleep while they do dream things true.

This is not only a man showing his emotions and clinging to his dreams, this is a man who was raised to promote toxic masculinity, rage, and violence, and who does what he can to distance himself from that. We should never forget that. Let’s not decontextualize Romeo and Juliet’s actions from the feud. They are not ‘normal’ kids living in a ‘normal’ world. I think that’s people’s problem with this play—they forget the patriarchal, abusive society Romeo and Juliet were raised in. Two idiots getting themselves killed? That’s dumb indeed. But that’s not what happens in Romeo and Juliet. Romeo and Juliet cling to each other because they accept each other for what they truly are. It’s the fact that they are left alone, that nobody else is willing to accept them, that their society feeds itself with blood and hate and prejudice—this is what kills Romeo and Juliet. To me, it’s the story of two young people who rebel against all the chaos they are to inherit from their parents. And Romeo’s rebellion lies in his emotions. This is the 21st century, for God’s sake. Are we going to mock a boy who is just too tired of all the unhealthy ideals being forced on him? Romeo is quite a unique character—how many men living in a society that encourages them to show off their masculinity would refuse to perpetuate it? Let Romeo cry. Let him fall on the ground in tears. Let him sigh and talk about how his 'heartsick groans, mist-like,’ will 'infold me from the search of eyes’. The fact that he is vulnerable is proof that he doesn’t want to be dehumanized by social constructs. It’s the bravest, most revolutionary thing he could have done in his world. The problem is not Romeo, but Romeo’s society.

[rfassholes]

Hey! Could I request how the RFA+V+Saeran would react to an MC who was learning Korean as their third language and is still pretty choppy/needs them to talk a bit slowly? Like I've known Japanese and English since birth pretty much, and I might learn Korean in the future, so maybe something like that if it makes sense? You don't have to use those languages btw! Sorry if that's too specific! I love your work so far, and I hope I see more from you soon, have a nice day!

Hell’s yeah I can! Don’t apologize either, sweet person, you have done no wrong. Also, don’t worry about how specific it is; it helps me understand what you’d like to read! I think it’s pretty rad that you’re learning another language, too! Thank you for supporting what I write and enjoying it. I hope you have a nice day, too; much love!

Yoosung:

He had to take a couple English classes to gradate highschool and get into uni, so he completely understood if you weren’t 100% fluent!

If you were pretty good at reading it, he’d lend you some random books so you could get practice

Wouldn’t pressure you to speak Korean in public either

that shit’s scary sometimes

He was really excited that you could speak Japanese, too

languages are really scary sometimes, okay?

Yoosung would brag to people on and off campus about your ability to speak multiple languages

He’s just really hyped that you’re really smart

He’d want to learn really cheesy phrases in Japanese and English

Extra excited if you wanted to learn Korean ones

Would be really nice to correct you if your grammar or pronunciation was off

8/8 would try to learn another language with you

“Yoosung, I’m already trying to figure out one right now” “But it’d be fun!” “You’ll probably stop practicing after a couple of weeks” “Well you’re not wrong, but-” “Yoosung, no” “Watch me”

Now he would say random things in Italian because sOMEONE missed the opportunity to when he signed up for a class

Jaehee:

You knew that Jumin probably had her be somewhat proficient in a couple of languages for business affairs

She might’ve only dealt with that for less than three years, but Jaehee wanted to enrich herself anyways

Then she found out that your Chinese was really good on top of your Tamil

Jaehee was happy that you were fluent in some of the languages of the countries she dealt with the most (no, I totally didn’t google what countries south korea imported and exported with the most)

You two became the couple that spoke different languages at home than in public

However, your Korean wasn’t as close to fluent as you’d like

I mean, she could tell from phone calls early on by your accent that Korean wasn’t your native

She really liked to sit by you while you were translating something aloud and she was working

Those were her favorite nights

Especially since you usually got her to pause working to help you work out a sentence or two

Then it turned into encouraging cheek kisses

Then she couldn’t completely focus

oH WELL

guess you both just have to….be….cute..what..a….tragedy

She would also buy you cute-looking books that were in Korean

It may or may not have been so she could get more of those nights 

Zen:

He’s probably had some scripts that weren’t completely in Korean, so he’s familiar with some language patterns and can say “je suis un pomme”

dAMMIT, ZEN

Okay, so you were just slightly offended, because he thought he was saying he’s a prince

You’ll admit that knowing English and French then deciding to move to Korea was a bit odd

But c’mon, man

“…you do realize you just said you were an apple, yeah?” “No, I called myself a prince’ “We’re speaking in English right now” “That’s correct” “It’s literally prince in French” “Well, how was I supposed to know” “Dumbass”

You wouldn’t let him live that down for weeks

Zen then tried to get you to speak a bit more Korean when you were on set rather than confusing people

oh shit

my cover’s blown

Well, now you were the one getting made fun of

“You called me a table” “That may be true” “A tABLE, MC” “At least I said you were a pretty table?” “You called me a moist table, MC” “Okay, okay, you see-” “Mhm” “Shut up, pretty boy” “I thought I was a table?” “That wasn’t even funny” “…” “You’re still a dumbass”

Nobody in the rfa chats knew what you meant by calling him an apple

Then Zen just had to talk about The Table Incident

MC has left the chat

cue him running into the living room

“but, bAAAABE” “Leave, you apple” “MC, love meeee” “I already do” “Can I at least get a hug” “Nope”

MC has entered the chat

He then tried to get take the phone while you were typing out The Apple Prince Incident

You got Seven in on it to change his name in the messenger to je suis un pomme for a week

Seven: (slight route spoilers, but I changed it a bit anyways)

blah, blah, taxes, blah, author of several books in Arabic, blah, likes cat

w a i t  j u s t   a   d i d d l y d a r n   s e c o n d

Arabic? And Portuguese?

aww yisss

This was probably when he approved you and went straight to V

Plus cats?? That was a bonus

He really liked talking to you with the messenger even if your grammar was a teensy bit off

may or may not have recorded a few phone calls to hear your accent

Once you had gotten to meet him at the apartment

whoo, boy

He was getting on your nerves just a bit

You snapped just a bit and kinda sorta went off on him in Arabic and he just sat there

“You done?” “Yes, was there an issue?” “Yeah, it was kinda hot”

*narrator voice* He realized he had Fucked Up right Then And There

“You didn’t hear that” “Sev-” “Good day”

This time he wasn’t staying away to protect you, he just didn’t want to turn as read as his hair next time he had to see you

He finally had been able to hold a conversation after staying stonefaced in an attempt to forget

You didn’t tho

After everything had gotten sorted out and you had understood why he was acting like that, it was pretty okay

Neither of your dumbasses realized that you were both speaking Portuguese during the Incident, so the only time he heard your Korean was on the phone

He’d take breaks from working whenever you wanted to practice the language

I mean, if he could be fluent in seventeen, so could you

Seven regarded your ability to speak Arabic as something “holy” and was ecstatic that you were one of the few that didn’t need his help to get home

Jumin:

Once he found out that you could read and listen to Korean, but not speak it all that well, he immediately found a tutor

He’d like when you’d hold short converstaions with him in his native

However, Jumin just didn’t know that you were fluent in Russian and German

It took him a couple of weeks until you greeted him as “dorogoy” (my dear) when he came home from work one night

Jumin knew a fair bit of other languages, so you both spoke to each other in this odd Franken-language (lmao but that’s German already)

He really loved it when you’d forget a word in Korean and looked confused for a second before saying it in German

Would always help you with a word or slang phrases

just because he had to look them up does not invalidate this

Definitely would buy you so many books

You’d probably end up with the same book as multiple copies in other languages

He just wanted the best access to literature for “mein liebling“ (my beloved)

Would be the Softest if you had a question or wanted to carry longer conversations in Korean

V:

So! Supportive!

Since he’s traveled so much, he knows how to ask and follow directions, ask how someone’s doing, and general things like that in a variety of languages

Once he found out you spoke Dutch and Hebrew, he wanted to learn more about the languages

You’d lean against each other on the couch at night and ask questions about each others languages

“How do I call you my moon?” “Mijn maan” “I like that; it suits you” “How do I call you my star?” “Naui byeol” “I think that suits you, too”

If he ever went to a country where many people spoke either languages, he’d ask you to come

Definitely took photos of you interacting with people and reading plaques at exhibits

Was kind of an excuse to take you on a vacation

V would also would carry both a Dutch to Korean and a Hebrew to Korean dictionary for you if you couldn’t remember the word to say something to him

Started having you write descriptions of his work for exhibitions so he could broaden his market

Would 784282/8 continuously help you if your speaking was a bit choppy and lessen any anxiety you had about it

Saeran:

“Just buy some dictionaries” “Yeah, well, what if I don’t want to?” “Then google translate” “But then I’d end up saying something stupid” “You always say stupid things, though, MC” “Don’t be an asshat” “Suggestion taken” (haha, what? me? use google translate for the languages I don’t speak for this post? pssh)

He’d be the ones to leave passive aggressive sticky notes in other languages if you weren’t paying attention

Also the one to label things if he didn’t understand the yelling in Haitian Creole

he’s trying, okay?

Saeran may speak multiple languages but not whatever that spewing was

“Saeran, that was Korean” “Yeah, and I’m a cat” “Hey, at least I tried” “You asked me if the parakeet gave a prophecy, MC” “…That’s besides the point”

Would correct you bluntly

Would continue with the sticky notes on everything

started learning Greek and Haitian Creole so he could add proper translations to things

One morning, he woke up with a sticky note on his forehead that labeled him as “내 사랑, αγάπη μου, doudou mwen”

He ended up keeping that in a drawer on his nightstand

I’m sorry that I write this at several different times. I’d be glad to fix any of these if you don’t like them. Especially Seven’s. I did horribly with his. I hope that they were semi-decent, though, and that you enjoy a few of them!

Please correct any mistakes I made with the languages. I can only vouch for the ones I speak, the rest were google translate. If there’s any other issues, I’d be glad to fix them as well!

[njawaidofficial]

Kanye West Has Long Been Primed For Radicalization

https://styleveryday.com/kanye-west-has-long-been-primed-for-radicalization/

Kanye West Has Long Been Primed For Radicalization

Then president-elect Donald Trump and Kanye West pose for media at Trump Tower in New York City, on Dec. 13, 2016.

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The past week has been particularly difficult for Kanye West fans. Since reactivating his Twitter account on April 13, the rapper has declared his love for Trump — “You don’t have to agree with Trump but the mob can’t make me not love him” — and showed enthusiasm for a prospective meeting with Trump-supporting billionaire Peter Thiel. Though West had previously taken a meeting with Trump, shortly after the election, this was the first time he appeared to actually endorse the president. People reacted by saying West had finally hit the point of no return, sharing memes of the rapper in the “sunken place,” and laughing at the hypocrisy of West championing free speech and free thought while showing admiration for the man who spent a fortune to shutter Gawker. But if you’ve been paying attention, you’ll realize that West’s current behavior falls in line with what made him appealing in the first place.

Because in addition to his brutal honesty and glowing narcissism, West is someone who thinks of himself as a perpetual underdog and who still seeks validation from various elites.

West has spent the entirety of his career trying to kick the door down on spaces he has been excluded from. On his debut album back in 2004, West waxed poetic about how he was laughed at by his label for wanting to transition from producer to rapper, and made the hit song “Jesus Walks” about how difficult it’d be to get Christian rap on the radio. He often scoffed at the amount of awards he would lose even while being ranked 11th for the most Grammys won of all time.

He considered himself to be an underdog, facing off against naysayers, white supremacists, and stubborn institutions, but he was also an early advocate for certain social justice issues, talking about the effects of the drug trade on young black men, speaking out against anti-gay sentiment in the hip-hop community well before other people of his level of fame, and most infamously decrying the media coverage of black victims of Hurricane Katrina and President George W. Bush’s handling of the catastrophe in 2005. While those views are well within the mainstream today, West’s outspokenness was not cosigned by his peers at the time.

West’s message of individuality, self-worth, and perseverance in lines like “Every motherfucker told me that I couldn’t rhyme / Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem / Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams” from his 2004 song “Last Call” seemed to really resonate with his young audience, and put West in the position where his voice helped many young fans find theirs. By sharing his own stories he stumbled into being a role model for a generation of teens looking for a way to be their authentic selves.

West is someone who thinks of himself as a perpetual underdog and who still seeks validation from various elites.

West was generally consistent in getting positive feedback for his unsolicited opinions, but a big turning point around West’s public persona was the infamous 2009 MTV Video Music Awards with Taylor Swift. More so than his repudiation of Bush, his interruption of the young country star accepting the award for Best Female Video made West a kind of a martyr for free speech. While it was objectively a rude gesture, in that moment, West vs. Swift became a tableau for the rejection of white mediocrity eclipsing black art, a message most of West’s black fans were happy to see brought to light. Even immediately after, rapper Wale fronting the awards show’s house band said, “You can’t fault a man for speaking his mind.” West was put through the wringer for challenging what art deserves recognition, famously going on The Tonight Show With Jay Leno and shedding a tear when asked what his recently deceased mother would have thought of his behavior. But the gesture won him ardent support from those critical of awards shows, establishing West as a more honest barometer of the music industry, especially given how quick he was to concede awards he won to the artist he felt was more deserving.

West had one notable critic though, in then-president Barack Obama, who called West a jackass in a leaked, behind-the-scenes CNBC interview from 2009. He would later stand by the remark in a 2012 Atlantic profile of the rapper. Though West was somewhat magnanimous in his response — “Obama has way more important stuff to worry about than my public perception,” he told XXL in 2009 — it must surely have grated that he’d been denied a relationship with Obama at every turn, and that embarrassment seemed to set into motion his years-later endorsement of Trump.

After the release of his career-defining album My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, West decided to launch his own women’s fashion line, and once again he felt himself unfairly excluded from the upper echelons of the fashion word. He invited every major fashion critic to see it in a packed show at Paris Fashion Week in fall 2011, to disappointing results. The Wall Street Journal wrote, “The only thing more painful than witnessing the dress was watching the model pitch down the runway in shoes so ill-fitting that her spike heels were bending at angles.”

West channeled his anger into Yeezus, his abrasive 2013 album that took specific shots at the fashion industry, religious leaders, corporate America, and white supremacy again. He did a series of interviews that excoriated what he perceived to be the elitism of big fashion corporations like Nike, as well as the limits placed on him as a celebrity. He was allowed to be sponsored by brands, but was not allowed to give them any creative input in return.

West said in a 2015 interview with Zane Lowe that prior to his Adidas deal, “I’m giving examples of work that I did that was really successful and I’m getting just completely shut down. But not just by the company we talked about last time, but every single company, every single company you could imagine is just like, ‘No, you are a celebrity. You are not allowed to create, you’re not allowed to think, you’re not allowed to have an opinion.’” However, after the Adidas deal had already proven itself to be a success, West claimed on Twitter to be $53 million in debt and tried to rally his followers into convincing Facebook CEO Mark Zuckerberg to invest $1 billion into his ideas. His platitudes of self-worth mutated, now he was a self-professed thought leader, though his thoughts felt even more erratic and inscrutable. He wasn’t just a celebrity anymore, he was akin to Muhammad Ali, Malcolm X, and Nikola Tesla — figures that had little to do with music or fashion.

West had always had an ego, but had demonstrably put himself into a bubble and ceased to empower his fans. And while he was not necessarily wrong to rank himself among the most influential public figures in 2013 — in fact several publications corroborated his statement — in fighting to be perceived as a thought leader he exposed the myopia he developed a decade into fame. He used the fact that he and his wife, Kim Kardashian, had to lobby to be recognized by institutions like Vogue or the Hollywood Walk of Fame as an example of why classicism had replaced racism — as if they were new money still fighting old money for respect. He equated the fashion world not taking him seriously to Michael Jackson not being played on MTV because he was black. West ignored constructive criticism from those who cared and questioned how his plight actually affected others, clamoring for meetings with influential businesspeople and seemingly feeding himself a media diet of what he wanted to hear instead.

Just last week, when West shared pictures of his baffling new Yeezy shoe designs, the fan reactions were less than kind — and it felt like an ominous precursor to what was to come. One Twitter user named @Cripple_God, who uses a wheelchair, quote-tweeted a photo of the electric blue Yeezy slides the rapper debuted and said, “Wouldn’t wear these shits if they could make me walk.” The post was retweeted thousands of times.

Damon Young’s recent piece on VerySmartBrothas about West refusing to read is apt because it indicates that West looks for convenience in the content he consumes. Physically isolating himself in his Hidden Hills home or in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, and seemingly separating himself from people who could question his views (though he did just have John Legend over for dinner after Legend himself made news for trying to convince West or others to detach from Trump), allows him to seek out any sort of message in media that serves as a unchallenged validation of his thoughts.

Donald Trump was a win for Kanye West because he now has access to a man who can relate to being ostracized by corporate America and those elites in power that West himself was trying to ingratiate himself to. Like Trump, West has proven to thrive off the credit he has been given, and now two Republican presidents have publicly shared how big an effect he’s had on them, for better or worse. Meanwhile, Trump now has a black face with star power that just so happens to share his desperate need for validation from the most powerful people in the world.

What’s next with West is hard to pin down. His music is often where he is most insightful, but if the song he posted Friday called “Lift Yourself” is any indication, he is not taking public opinion about his recent actions very seriously. A second song released Friday night, “Ye Vs The People,” is a political tête-à-tête with rapper T.I., which ends at an impasse, possibly indicating that he is still under the same delusion he was in 2013, believing he was the one person in the world who could rebrand a Confederate flag or MAGA hat as symbols of black empowerment. For as much controversy as he has caused, while dropping hints about running for president in 2020, he admits to having little knowledge about conservative politics.

His recent retaliations against Obama and Jay-Z seem to indicate that West still cares about other powerful black cultural figures’ opinions, though he could just be raging against the lack of attention they seem to pay to him. By all accounts, the visionary has finally lost his laser-focused vision, and some have even said he’s been “redpilled.” Whatever the case, what is constant is West will continue to look for respect, whether it be from the president of Universal Music or the president of the United States, and as he racks up debt — whether it be emotional or financial or both — those who lose out the most are the generation of fans who have stood by him up until now. ●

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Title: The Best Part of Waking Up is Hearts Drawn on Your Cup For @spades-and-aces for @kacchakosecretsanta <3!! Happy Holidays! Pairing:  Kacchako Rating: T Word Count:  5,480 Read on Ao3 Summary:  Bakugou Katsuki is not a heart person. He doesn't like cute things, and he especially hates it when his stupid round faced barista draws cute things on his morning coffee cup.

Thanks to @its-love-u-asshole and @lainaraquel for reading ahead of time! <3

Full fic under the cut

It started with a heart. A simple, tiny, pink heart hand drawn in marker on his coffee cup, right next to his name, and it pissed him the fuck off.

It sat on the white, stupid environmentally friendly coffee cup, the two pink arcs connecting and making his name look absolutely hideous. It took all of his willpower to not crush the cup in his hand and chuck it on the street. The only reason he could restrain himself was because he really wanted the coffee that was inside.

Bakugou Katsuki was not a heart person. He didn't like cute things, and he didn't want anything hand drawn for him on his coffee cup, especially not in the morning when he could barely walk to class he was so damn tired.

The campus coffee shop often had lines out the door in the morning, which usually made Bakugou angry, which only made this whole heart debacle even worse. And now here he was, stomping towards a class he hated, tired from waking up too early, grumpy from waiting in line, and holding a stupid cup with a stupid heart on it. Dumb.

"Bakugou! Hey man!"

Perfect. Another thing to add to his list of reasons why this morning sucked.

Kirishima Eijirou, his self-proclaimed 'best-friend' came bounding over to him. ('Self-proclaimed' was the best way to describe someone like Kirishima because Bakugou himself didn't label anyone as a 'friend'). With a slap on the back, he walked next to Bakugou, way too energized for 9 AM.

Finally, Bakugou greeted him with a grunt.

"Damn man, you really are not a morning person. You better drink up that coffee."

Bakugou's eyebrow twitched, his red eyes homing in on that tiny pink heart. Yeah, he wanted to drink the coffee, but the stupid pink heart had tainted it. "Whatever," he snapped, placing the cup to his lips as he tipped it back. His mouth burned, but Bakugou didn't mind the hot sensation, in fact, it kind of woke him up.

"Oh, ho, ho! What's this?" Kirishima smirked, his lips pulled tight across his pointed teeth. "Did someone get a personalized message on their cup?!"

"Shut it."

"Seems someone has a crush!"

"No," Bakugou snarled, almost smashing the cup against Kirishima's pointy red hair.

"Alright, alright, geez Baks, something is really eating at you this morning." The truth was, something was always eating at Bakugou, but this particular morning he was feeling extra testy; all due to the stupid little heart.

"I didn't ask anyone to draw on my cup. It looks fucking stupid!" he yelled finally.

"Just a picture dude, calm down. The barista probably thought you were cute and wanted to give you a nice picture," Kirishima said. "It's called flirting. Did you see what they looked like?"

"You think I was looking?!" Bakugou said.

"Or they saw how grouchy you are and thought it would cheer you up," Kirishima mumbled, almost under his breath.

"Why in the hell would something like THIS ever cheer me up!?" Bakugou snapped.

Kirishima shrugged. "Obviously this person doesn't know you at all."

"No shit," he hissed.

"If you're that mad about it, just keep the cup, bring it back tomorrow and tell them not to do it again," Kirishima suggested.

Biting down on his lip, Bakugou stared at the white cup with the disgusting pink heart on it. There were two problems with this plan. One being that he obviously didn't want to keep this cup for another 24 hours. Just the idea of it being in his presence pissed him off. Hell, he didn't even have to look at it to be annoyed. And second, he also didn't want to acknowledge any of the baristas at the school coffee shop. Right now they had a strictly business relationship, meaning Bakugou walked up to the front, placed his order, and then walked away. The perfect amount of human interaction in Bakugou's opinion.

But one conversation to save him from an eternity of doodled on cups seemed worth it.

"Fine. I'll do it," he growled, not looking forward to the next morning.

~~

Slipping on her hat, Uraraka tied the green apron around her waist, now ready for her morning to begin. She didn't used to be a morning person, but when she took on the job at the coffee shop to help her parents with tuition she had to adapt for the early morning campus rush.

It was an easy enough job, taking orders, making coffee, sometimes cleaning up if she had the night shift, and she often got to interact with tons of people on campus, including her friends. Iida and Midoriya always stopped by when she worked mornings.

"Morning Uraraka!" Yaoyorozu walked in through the door, her dark hair pulled back into her wispy ponytail, apron and hat already on. Yaoyorozu always was ready to go, no matter what task came her way.

"Hi Yaomomo!" Uraraka smiled. She loved opening the shop with her, mostly because the girl was just as bright and cheery as she was in the morning. "Did you and Todoroki get any studying done last night or-?"

"A-AH! Uraraka!" Yaoyorozu said, waving her hands in front of her face. Uraraka didn't need her to say anything else, the red on Yaoyorozu's cheeks was answer enough.

"When's your test?" Uraraka asked, flicking a few of the machines on.

"Friday. I already told Shouto we have to study separately for the rest of the week," she nodded, sweeping at the front entrance.

"That's probably for the best," Uraraka giggled, setting out a few of the cups. Standing at the register, she pulled out a few of her markers from her bag and placed them in an empty cup next to her.

Yaoyorozu blinked, watching as the colored markers tumbled into place. "Did Grumpy Guy say anything to you? The one you drew the heart for?" she asked, leaning over the counter.

Every morning without fail, for the past month or so, a blond-haired, angry looking guy had come to get coffee from them. Bakugou, was apparently his name, according to his cup, and he came during all of Uraraka's morning shifts. She could only assume he came in during the days she wasn't working either. He never said a word; he'd walk up to the counter, looking as though he were about to explode, and then he'd place his order and walk away. He never said 'hello' or 'good morning' or anything that wasn't his coffee order.

So, Uraraka had come up with a plan. He was obviously grouchy about something. Or maybe he just really was not a morning person. Either way, she had a great idea to try and cheer him up.

Yesterday, when he placed his order, instead of just writing his name like usual, she'd taken an extra second to doodle a cute little heart on his cup. She'd hoped it would make him smile, however, he'd just stormed out of the cafe like he normally did, no different reaction.

"No," she sighed sadly, leaning forward on her palm, her cheek pressing against her hand. "He didn't say anything!"

"Maybe he'll say something today!" Yaoyorozu said cheerfully. "I mean the lines are super long in here and it was crowded, maybe he didn't wanna bother you!"

"That could be it! I just hope it...made his day a little bit brighter," she said.

"Wow, someone is crushing hard," she giggled, poking at Uraraka's side.

Uraraka shot up, her face turning bright red. "W-What! N-No! I didn't mean it like that!" she said hurriedly. "I just...don't like seeing people who are grumpy all the time!"

"Suuure," Yaoyorozu said, switching the sign on the door from 'closed' to 'open'. "Good luck!" she teased, making her way behind the counter as their early morning customers began to make their way in.

When 9 AM strolled around, Bakugou walked through the door, and Uraraka felt her heart leap into her throat. She did not have a crush. Most definitely not; she was just...curious about what he was going to say. Or if he was going to say anything.

He made it to the front of the line, and raised his gaze to meet hers. It was the first time she'd ever really gotten the chance to see his eyes and how red they were. It was...almost impossible to look away.

Normally, she didn't have the chance to say good morning to him, seeing as his regular routine included keeping his eyes down, shoving the money on the counter and mumbling his order, but today...today was her chance. "Good morn-"

A slam cut her off immediately, and a small yelp left her lips, leaping back from the counter. "What the hell is this?" he growled.

Blinking, Uraraka slowly looked down, staring at the cup from yesterday. It was a little crushed at the bottom, from how hard he'd slammed it on the counter, but it was definitely the cup she'd drawn the heart on.

"Uh..." she began, regaining her composure. "It's...a coffee cup?" she said, utterly confused as to why he had brought the cup back with him.

"I know that dipshit," he snorted. "I meant this!" His finger fell directly onto the heart next to his name.

"O-oh!" she stammered. "It's a heart! I drew it for you, thinking it might make you smile-"

"Well you thought wrong, Round Face!" he snarled. "I hate cute shit like this. No more hearts!"

Uraraka's jaw dropped, staring at the boy in front of her. Who the hell was this guy? Did he really hate the fact she had drawn a simple heart on his cup? So much so he'd brought the cup back to her, just to tell her not to do it again?

"You...brought the cup to tell me that?" she asked. It was the only thing she could actually think to say. "You could've...just told me not to draw again," she whispered, her voice growing quieter the more he talked.

Suddenly, she missed when he just mumbled his order.

Twisting his lips into a frustrated pout, Bakugou slammed the money on the counter, pushing it towards her. "Whatever. Don't do it again," he growled, and stormed away after mumbling out his order.

Uraraka's fists clenched against the counter. How...rude! She'd never encountered someone so loud, and mean and stupid quite frankly. He'd brought his trash just to tell her he didn't like a heart it had taken her four seconds to doodle.

Well, two could play at this game. Scribbling his name onto a new cup, she took a few extra seconds to doodle out a rainbow and stars, decorating his name even more than she had the day before. She passed the cup down the line, and smiled to her next customer.

She couldn't wait to see how much he liked that.

~~

"That. Damn. Round Face!" Bakugou yelled, slamming the cup into the trash after he'd emptied it of all the coffee. "Can you fucking believe this?" he snapped, glaring at Kirishima.

"Uh, kinda?" he said, peering into the trash. "What...happened, exactly?" he asked.

"My cup! That stupid barista drew on it again!" he snapped, folding his arms as he bounced his leg up and down against the table.

"Dude, why does this bug you so much?" Kirishima asked, taking a large gulp of his water.

"Because," Bakugou hissed. "It makes me look like a frilly idiot!"

"I got news for ya' dude, no one is looking at your coffee cup-"

"You don't fucking know that!" he snapped, cutting Kirishima off.

He held his hands up. "Okay, okay! I just don't think it's big deal. Actually, I think it's kinda cute. She keeps giving you personalized pictures," he smirked.

"It's not cute! Nothing about it is cute!" he grumbled, his cheeks puffing out away from his face.

"I don't get why you won't just take it as a compliment?" Kirishima chuckled. "But hey, you do you man."

Bakugou picked up his phone, noting that class started in 30 minutes. As far as he was concerned, that was plenty of time. "You know what, Spikey Head," he grumbled. "I fuckin' will."

"Where are you going?!" Kirishima called after him, watching him walk away.

"To settle this bullshit!" he snarled, though it was mostly said through his breath, making it impossible for Kirishima to hear anything.

The coffee shop was in the central building on campus, making it fast to get to from almost any of the main dorms or main academic buildings, suffice to say Bakugou did not take long to slam the door open to the coffee shop.

This time, he didn't bring the cup, since she had so purposefully mentioned he didn't need the cup to make his point. Still, he stormed up to the counter. "Oi. Round face," he called out, watching her back as she cleaned the machine behind the counter.

From behind, Bakugou could concede that she was maybe, just maybe, a little cute. The apron, tied around her back followed the gentle curve of her waist, and her ass, pert and small wasn't too bad to look at either. She jumped a little at his voice, her brown bob cut bouncing as she turned around, immediately folding her arms over her chest when her large brown eyes met his harsh glare.

"What do you want, Bakugou Katsuki?" she snapped.

With a huff, he slammed his hand down on the table. "How the hell do you know my name?" he snapped.

She quirked her eyebrow and picked up an empty cup and a marker, gesturing to it obviously.

"Fuck," he grunted. "Okay, whatever, that shit doesn't fucking matter!" he snapped. "I asked you not to draw shit on my cup, and what do you do? Draw. More. Shit."

"Mmmm." She sighed, and pursed her lips, twirling one of the longer pieces of her hair in her finger. "Actually, I believe your exact words were something along the lines of 'No more hearts!'" she yelled, mimicking his voice. "And I didn't draw hearts," she smirked.

His hands curled into fists, the bones in his knuckles cracking one by one. Who the hell did this girl think she was?! No one talked to Bakugou Katsuki like that! No one. "I didn't mean it like that, dipshit!" he cursed. "I meant don't draw anything! Got it?!"

The girl shrugged, raising her hands up, and Bakugou growled, turning away from her. He didn't have time to waste on a cute barista who wasn't going to treat him with some damn respect!

But he swore, if his cup had a stupid drawing on it tomorrow, all hell was going to break loose.

~~

"Was that Grumpy Guy?" Yaoyorozu asked, tilting her head out from the backdoor. She'd been counting inventory when Bakugou had stormed in, but of course the blond had been loud enough for everyone within a mile radius to hear him.

"Yup," Uraraka said, shaking her head. "Came in to yell at me about my drawings again," she smiled devilishly. "And you know what I'm going to do?"

"...What?" Yaoyorozu asked tentatively.

"I'm going to doodle his stupid face on this stupid cup, and I'm going to save it for him tomorrow."

A smirk pulled across the tall dark-haired girl's lips. "You're really invested in this, aren't you?"

"What?" Uraraka scoffed. "No! I just think he's an ass and if my drawings make him so angry, well anything to make his day a little worse. Hmph!" she huffed, beginning her doodle on the cup.

"Or..." Yaoyorozu began. "You enjoy seeing him come in here and talk to you everyday."

"What? No! Stop with these weird ideas, Yaomomo!" Uraraka said, her voice way higher in pitch than she meant it to be. Bakugou Katsuki was nothing more than a jerk. A rude, unappreciative jerk, and frankly, Uraraka didn't want anything to do with him. But...his reactions were really humorous.

"Just admit it Uraraka!" Yaoyorozu teased. "Plus I know you've been telling other people about it! Tsu mentioned to me just the other day how you had all these plans for different drawings."

Urakaka puffed out her cheeks, her hands coming up to her face. "It's not like that!" she said. Snatching the cup up, she began to doodle his stupid angry face. First, she outlined the blond spikes of his hair, then she drew in his beady red eyes and finally, she made certain to add eyebrows which sloped downward, giving the face an extra angry look. Lord knew it wasn't Bakugou without the anger. Perfection. She turned towards Yaoyorozu and shoved the cup towards her face. "See! He's such an asshole! He deserves this!" she huffed, slamming the cup back down on the counter.

"You're starting to sound just as angry as him," Yaoyorozu giggled and Uraraka let out a squeak, her hands covering her mouth.

"Do you really think so?!"

"Okay, no one could be as angry as Grumpy Guy. I mean who gets mad about a drawing on a cup?" Yaoyorozu admitted.

"My thoughts exactly!" Uraraka nodded, folding her arms. "I was just trying to be nice," she whined.

Suddenly, Yaoyorozu's eyes lit up and she held up one finger, as though she'd been hit with the world's greatest idea. "Unless!"

Uraraka really didn't like the look on her friend's face. "Unless?" she asked hesitantly.

"Unless, he likes you and this is just an excuse to talk to you!" she said, grabbing Uraraka's hands.

"What?!" she gasped, her round cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. "N-No way! I mean...he hates me," she said, pulling away from the dark-haired girl. She waved her hands back and forth quickly, almost knocking the cup she'd drawn on over.

"Yeah but sometimes boys are mean to the girls they really like," Yaoyorozu said pointedly.

Uraraka blushed, but shook her head. "We're not in middle school, Yaomomo!"

"I don't know...he sure acts like he is!" she giggled.

"T-That's ridiculous. He doesn't like me. He hates me. I don't even think he knows my name, even though I wear a name tag," she grumbled.

Yaoyorozu shrugged. "Think what you want. But I really do think he likes you, and based on how much you're blushing you probably like him," she said, walking back towards the closet to grab more coffee cups.

There was no way she, Uraraka Ochako, liked someone as mean and rude as Bakugou Katsuki.

"Yaomomo," she whined softly. "Stop! I promise you, there are no feelings here," she shook her head.

She giggled, pulling out a long stack of wrapped up coffee cups. "You know, I said the same thing when all of you girls were teasing me about Shouto."

Uraraka's face paled. Yaoyorozu wasn't kidding. She really had done that when all the girls had teased Yaoyorozu about spending so much time with Todoroki 'studying'. They were all convinced she was doing everything but. Turns out they had been right.

But there was no way it was the same for her. No way! She shook her head. "This is different I swear!"

"Okay," Yaoyorozu said with a shrug. "I'll let you figure it out on your own like I did." Uraraka really hated that knowing smile on her cheeks.

~~

"So what is it today?" Kirishima smirked, leaning towards Bakugou. It had been a little over a week now since the heart disaster, and the drawings still hadn't let up. No matter how many times he threatened her or how many times he yelled in the store, every morning Bakugou would pick up his drink from the counter with some sort of drawing on it.

"My face again," he growled, holding up the cup for Kirishima to see. This particular drawing of his face was different though. He was smiling, and he looked so happy, it almost didn't look like him. Next to his face was a cute message written in cursive script that just read 'Smile!'. Bakugou hated it.

The most annoying part about all this was he couldn't even enjoy the coffee! He was so hell bent on downing the liquid as fast as he could so he could throw away the damn cup!

"Can I ask you something, man?" Kirishima said, watching as Bakugou practically chugged the coffee down.

"What?" he snarled, slamming the doodled on cup onto the table.

"If you're so mad about this why haven't you...tried to come up with a solution?" Kirishima said, picking up the cup to look at the drawing once again.

"What kind of solution? I'm not an idiot, Kirishima! There are no other coffee shops on campus!" Bakugou yelled, tossing his hands up in the air in frustration.

Kirishima rolled his eyes. "That's not what I meant doofus. I meant you could buy a cup holder and cover up the drawings!" he said. "Or bring your own cup. One of those reusable ones. She can't draw on it if it belongs to you. You could also make coffee in your dorm, just buy one of those little machines, or-"

"ENOUGH!" Bakugou yelled. "I'm sick of hearing about this!" he grumbled, shaking his head. "I don't wanna listen to your bull crap! Those are all shitty ideas! Way too much effort!" A creature of habit, Bakugou didn't feel like changing up his routine. And he shouldn't have to just because some stupid girl was stupidly drawing stupid pictures on his stupid cup!

Narrowing his eyes, Kirishima's lips pulled into a rather disturbing shit-eating grin. "You...like them," he said. "You like the drawings!" He pointed directly at his best friend.

Bakugou's nose wrinkled. "The fuck?!"

"I kept wondering why you kept going back at the same time everyday, and why you didn't just bring your own cup, or make coffee in your dorm, but I get it now! I get it! You like the drawings, you like her!" He began to laugh, gripping his stomach with his palms. "I can't believe it!"

"Shut the fuck up, Spiky Hair!" Bakugou yelled, smacking his hand down on the table. "I don't like Round Face! I hate her. I h-a-t-e her! Get that through your spiky head!" he snapped.

The grin was back. "Oh yeah? Then why do you keep going to get coffee from her? And why are you blushing right now!"

"I'm not fucking blushing!" he growled. "My cheeks are red with rage! You wanna get pummeled?!"

"Dude! There's no need to get so upset! Just ask her out! She obviously likes you too if she keeps spending all this time on your drawings. Hell, some of them look like she spent a lot of time on it. I've been telling you this since day 1!" Kirishima urged.

Bakugou grabbed the cup and crushed it in his hand, tossing the empty trash into the can next to him. "Shut up!" he growled. "You got it all wrong! I don't like her." Snatching up his backpack, he stormed off, heading towards class.

"Just do it, man!" Kirishima called after him, and Bakugou hated the way his voice echoed across the campus. It felt as though everyone's eyes were falling on him.

He didn't like her. He didn't like her at all. It wasn't like he sat around wondering what would be on his cup the next day. Oh no. He never did that. And he never wondered what classes Round Face took. He never imagined what she looked like in not her coffee shop uniform. Her shapely hips probably looked awful in a cute skirt and she probably looked stupid in a form fitting tank top. And the more Bakugou continued to NOT think about her, the more embarrassed he grew.

"Fuck this," he snapped, kicking a rock against the pavement, his cheeks about as red as Kirishima's hair. He had to focus on classes, his schoolwork. He was smart and got good grades, hell he was the best in the whole damn college! He didn't have to be thinking about Round Face being his damn girlfriend or whatever! This was all so fucking stupid!

~~

Okay. So maybe Uraraka Ochako did have a teeny tiny crush on Bakugou Katsuki. Whenever he came in in the mornings, she always secretly looked forward to his outburst when he picked up his cup with her drawing and stormed out the door, looking more than just a little angry. And she also enjoyed seeing what sort of daily tactic he would use to get her to stop.

Sometimes he would hold his money, saying he wouldn't pay her until she agreed to stop. Of course, she never would agree, and eventually he'd slam the bills down when people behind him starting yelling that he was holding up the line. He would obviously yell back, but cave when he realized he had to be at class soon anyway.

There was another time he had threatened to go to another coffee shop, but she had pointed out immediately that there weren't any other coffee shops on their campus, seeing as their college was extremely tiny.

"I'll bring a cup holder!" he snapped another time.

"Go ahead," she smirked. "But you'll know," she teased, leaning over the counter towards him. "You'll know that underneath that holder is a cutesy drawing done by yours truly." That time, their faces had been the closest they'd ever been, and Uraraka had noticed how sharp Bakugou's eyes were. They made her heart throb, and her face heat up.

A third time, he had mentioned investing in buying his own coffee maker to keep in his dorm room, and Uraraka had sighed, musing that homemade coffee just never tasted quite the same as coffee you got from a cafe. With the way Bakugou's eyebrow had twitched, his face contorting in anger, Uraraka guessed he agreed.

She slowly realized after a while, her responses were just tiny ways to make him stay. She wanted to see him every morning. She wanted to hear his gravelly voice, listen to his excuses and watch him grow angry about the most ridiculous things. It was oddly cute? And endearing in a weird way.

Basically, Yaoyorozu had been right, and Uraraka wasn't really sure how to admit it.

With a sigh, she pulled out the coffee cups, and turned on the machines for the day.

"That was a big sigh," Yaoyorozu giggled, slipping her apron on over her head while tying it around her back. "Nervous your boy isn't going to come in today?"

"W-What?! No! He comes in everyday!" Uraraka retorted quickly.

"Right, sorry," Yaoyorozu giggled.

"Actually," Uraraka began, adjusting her hat. "I...think maybe you were right. What you said...you know...about a week ago?" she mumbled.

"What? About your crush on Bakugou?" Somewhere along the way they'd started calling him by his real name, even though he could only seem to call Uraraka 'Round Face'.

"...Y-Yeah...T-That..." she said nervously. "You were right."

"Oh, I know! I was just waiting for you to come to terms with it!" she giggled.

Uraraka sighed. "Yeah, but what am I supposed to do? It's not like he likes me back!"

"Ura...the guy comes in here everyday to get coffee from you. And if he really hated your drawings, he could do so many different things about it!" she laughed. "Trust me, I have a feeling he likes you too. Even if he might not know it, because he seems a little...well...emotionally stupid."

"Hmmm..." Uraraka moaned, resting her head on her hand.

"You could ask him out?" Yaoyorozu suggested. "I mean if you want. I know it took me and Shouto forever to finally figure things out."

It was true, Todoroki and Yaoyorozu had spent a great amount of time dancing around the subject. Before officially becoming a couple, they had kissed once and still hadn't figured out they wanted to be together. Uraraka really did not want things to be like that with her and Bakugou, if they were even going to happen.

Uraraka sighed. "Maybe I will. Maybe I'll just do it! I mean what's the worst that could happen? He'd say no?" she said, trying to talk herself into it. Slamming her hand down on the counter, she heard Yaoyorozu jump behind her. "Yeah! I'm going to do it!"

But as the time to open the cafe was ticking closer and closer, Uraraka felt her nerves build more and more. With each person that walked through the door, she kept anticipating Bakugou, and everytime it wasn't him, her heart thumped louder and louder in her ears.

And what was she going to say?! They didn't have a very...friendly relationship. Most of their conversation consisted of her retorting against his anger with a snarky comment. Oh gosh, why did she like him?! She couldn't just randomly start being sweet to him and casually ask if he wanted to get a cup of coffee sometime. Actually she definitely couldn't ask that. Asking someone on a coffee date when you worked at a coffee shop was possibly the lamest thing!

Then, he walked through the door. She saw his spiky blond hair immediately and her heart stopped, her mouth ran dry. What was she going to say? He was walking up to the counter with such purpose, his red eyes already trembling with frustration.

"Alright Round Face," he grinned. "Do your worst." He slammed the money down on the counter and Uraraka couldn't find the words to speak. What could she say?! "Oi! What the hell is your problem today?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at her strange quiet behavior.

She picked up the coffee cup, her hand trembling, and it suddenly hit her. "Oh nothing," she hummed. With a smirk, she scribbled her message onto the side of the cup, and handed it off.

She couldn't even hear the order of the next customer, she was wringing her hands together tightly, waiting for Bakugou to look at the cup. Yaoyorozu called out his name, and he grabbed it from the counter. He stared at it, and then turned it around in his hand, standing in place.

In a flash, he was back up at the front counter, pushing past the people in line without a care. Unsurprisingly. He slammed the cup down, some of the coffee splashing out through the small hole in the lid. "What the hell is this?!"

"I dunno," she shrugged innocently.

"'I'll stop doodling on your cup,'" he began to read, turning the cup around to see the other part of the message. "'If you go on a date with me.' You fuckin' serious Round Face?" he snapped.

Biting her lip, she nodded.

"Tch," he scoffed, folding up his arms. "Gross, fine. But you're going on a date with me! Got it!?" he snapped, gesturing his thumb to his chest.

"Isn't that...the same thing?" she asked, raising her eyebrow, but she couldn't stop the wide smile which tugged across her lips.

"NO! It's not!" Bakugou growled, and glared at the person behind him when they poked his shoulder. "Hold the fuck up, I'm asking this chick out!" he snarled, the other guy immediately taking a step back.

He yanked a napkin from the tray and scribbled his number on it with one of the pens. "Text me your damn number Round Face and we'll go to see a stupid movie or get food or whatever."

"It's...Uraraka, call me that," she snorted, folding her arms. "If you're actually going to take me on a date call me by my name!"

"Fine, Uraraka," he snapped. "And...don't stop with these." He gestured to the writing on the cup. "If you're gonna be my girlfriend, my cups should be special!" he yelled, and yanked the coffee cup off of the counter as he stormed out of the store.

Girlfriend. She liked the sound of that. She smiled, hugging the napkin to her chest for a minute before taking the next customer's order. She was going to go on a date with Bakugou, and though it would probably be loud, and he'd probably be a little grouchy, she couldn't help but smile, cause she had a feeling it was going to be damn fun.

~~

A few hours later, Bakugou received a text from an unknown number, but he knew immediately it was Uraraka.

[Text from: Round Face]: Hey Bakugou. It's Uraraka. Can't wait to see where we go! <3

He'd known it was her from the heart emoji she'd tacked on at the end.

Bakugou Katsuki wasn't really a heart person. He didn't like cute things, and he thought emojis were stupid. But he supposed, even if he only admitted it in his very private, very personal thoughts, Uraraka Ochako was pretty damn cute, and he didn't mind her hearts.