#Exams/homework is kicking my butt

[ashley-is-tired-af]

You are in Love

Mattheo x reader

Warnings : brief mention of drugs.

Hey guys, I've never actually posted fanfiction on this website, but I'm not a stranger to writing it- no I will not let you track down my cringy middle school AO3 content. I've never written for this fandom before, but it and this character have really been an obsession of mine recently. This is a short little fic I wrote about you realizing you're in love with Mattheo. Lyrics from the song You Are in Love by Taylor Swift.

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You were sitting in the library, studying for the upcoming Herbology exam. The last one had kicked your butt, how were you supposed to memorize all those different plants? To say the least, you couldn’t afford to do poorly on this next one. So here you had been all afternoon, studying away so you could hang out with your friends later. The library was silent, the only sounds were the scratching of feathers on parchment, flipping pages and the occasional half stifled cough. With how quiet it was you’d think you’d have heard him sneaking up behind you. Hearing the mug hit the table you looked up from the mandrake diagram you were so desperately trying to memorize. Your eyes landed on the cup of tea and followed the hand up to meet the eyes of your boyfriend, Mattheo Riddle. He gave you a smile then sat across from you, pulling out his own homework.

You can hear it in the silence.

You, Mattheo, and your friends sat just inside the forbidden forest at your secret spot. It was a warmer evening, so the gang had decided to grab their coats and pass around the joint. A night of laughter and stories was much needed. The war was looming ever closer and you had all unwillingly become tied up in it. As the night grew long you grew tired and cold. Mattheo, who had noticed at the first yawn, made some excuse for why the two of you had to leave. It almost seemed like he couldn’t wait to get you alone. He grabbed your hand leading you from the forest back toward the castle. You leaned into him, into the warmth. He shook his head and wrapped his arm around you, leading you off to the dormitories.

You can feel it on the way home.

He had led you back to his place, which was not a shock. Recently you had spent more nights here then in your own room. Staying in a room alone with your boyfriend sounded a lot nicer than in your shared room most nights. Not that you didn’t love your roommate. You changed into his sweatshirt and crawled under the covers. Mattheo turned off the lights and slid in next to you. 

After a few hours of slumber you woke up, needing a glass of water. You untangled your body from Mattheo's embrace, trying your best not to wake him. You reach out to the water bottle on your night stand and take a few sips, turning back to the sleeping form of your boyfriend. In the nearly dark room, you could only make out his vague figure, huddled under the blankets. You watched as the blankets rose and fell in time with his breaths, a smile coming to your face.

You can see it with the lights out.

The two of you had yet to say the words, and you didn’t know where he stood on it. But in this moment, you knew.

You are in love.

[satanicsanity]

Hi hi hi!!! If you don't mind, could you maybe do a Wally encouraging us to study? Exams are kicking my butt 😭

Ugh, same! Final exams are going for me at the moment, and man.. Im exhausted haha! Going to an entire new building to continue my classes, So I get it! Here you are, neighbor! You can do it!! <3

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Subtitles, wally speaking: Neighbor?? Aren't you supposed to be studying?? Ohh.. I see, no look! I get it! studying and.. doing homework, working on finals, all that can be very hard! and Incredibly stressful.. I understand! but.. we just have to get up and do it sometimes, it won't last forever! it'll be just a momentary thing, a little section in time that'll pass! And i bet, that you'll look back on it and think.. "wow! I'm so glad I did that!" you're doing amazing, neighbor.. Don't give up now! Okay?? Good! Now, let's get you back to studying! [chuckle]

[goosewriting]

Hi! sorry for not being online for a while, exams have been kicking my butt and homework as well. I'll try do this weekly.

How are you? are you doing well? stay safe!!

love/p ~ 🐭anon

hey mouse! hope you’re doing well in exams :D

i’m good, thanks for asking! <3 already got a sunburn lol i’m enjoying my time off and in the pool, as well as getting to catch up with long-time friends i haven’t seen in years. time sure flies!

i’m in a bit of a rut regarding the last couple of requests but i hope i can finish them soon! :’) i don’t want to keep you waiting any longer haha

hope you all are well and safe as well my dear goslings <3

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Night owl-Levi x reader

Content: College!LevixCollege!reader, Fluff, angst, sleep deprivation, burn out. (GN reader I think??) Levi is there for you when you work yourself to the bone.

Word count :673

A/N: Tis final exam season! If you’re anything like me then you probably wind up staying up late all night.

Levi noticed something odd when he was the first to go to bed. It wasn’t often that you stayed up later than him, sparking a sense of worry at this new daily occurrence. While Levi studied with clean notes and gel pens he saw your adjacent desk in disarray, notes scribbled hastily with pencils strewn about.

More than often, you made yourself enough coffee to have a heart attack, eyebags growing steadily darker as the days moved on. Not that you were awake most days. Many were spent half asleep until you spent the night hours working away.

Levi desperately tried to tidy up your things to reduce your workload or force you into bed but you were defiant. An argument of “I’ll fail if I don’t study,” or “I have an essay due tomorrow” plagued Levi’s ears too frequently and he was getting sick of it. It was frustrating to watch you wither away without being able to do a single thing.

8 days before finals

A sniffle echoed out in the hallway of yours and Levi’s apartment. Your loud breathing summoned Levi who hasn’t slept well without you anyways. Levi heard a long sigh as he turned the corner, finding you shaking on your desk, paperwork slipping off the sides of your desk.

Levi set down the tea mug he was carrying, making his way over to you. It was upsetting to see you in this state but Levi was definitely not surprised. At the rate you had been working, it was only a matter of time before burnout hit. Hard.

“Hey, hey,” He coos, resting a hand on your shoulder, “Lets get you in bed, darling.”

Your sniffling continues, your voice breaking when you speak, “No. I need to finish this.”

His face tightens, unbeknownst to you with your face buried in your arms.

“You and I both know you can’t get to it like this. You have tomorrow to keep going.”

Your cries tighten. You ignore what you know is accurate.

“I c-can’t,” you sob, “I-it’s so much. I j-just want it all to be done with.” 

Levi’s heart throbs, knowing your pain all too well. “Shh, it’ll be fine, you need sleep. Now.” He strokes the hair from your face.

“Look at me, y/n.”

Tearfully you look up. Your stress only raises when you see the tears that had fallen onto your homework.

Levi grabs your chin gently, pulling you to face him.

“You can’t go on this, okay? So come to bed with me. Please.”

His eyes glisten and you can tell that his eyes are watering. You’re so tired and all you want is to fall into his arms. Desperately you want your cozy bed and the feeling of Levi rubbing circles into your waist.

A fresh wave of tears hits when you nod fervently, giving into the idea of sleep, giving in to Levi.

Levi closes his eyes in relief, puling your head to rest on his chest as he embraces you. He can feel the stress leaving your muscles as you breath in his scent.

Levi carries you to bed soon after, tucking you into your side of the bed before turning off the lights.

Levi leaves your peaceful figure to make himself a new cup of tea and to prepare you a glass of water. Passing your desk, Levi sees several empty coffee cups but not a single water glass. He’s sure that you must be parched.

Levi gets into bed, holding you close in his protective nature. Tomorrow he will make sure to help you with your work so you won’t burn out too quickly. It’s painful to watch you do this to yourself but how can he save you from well...yourself. 

Right now though, you’re fast asleep in his arms, hand stroking through your tangled hair. He thinks he finally understands what you feel when he curls up next to you after a long week of work. 

“Good night, my love.” He whispers and and presses a kiss to your forehead, finally closing his eyes. 

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Detention (M)

Lee Know/Minho x Fem. reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids)

Word Count: 1.1K

A/N: This is a repost from my old blog, I’m not stealing anyone’s work. I have all the rights

You never liked getting in detention. And on top of that getting into detention with the most annoying boy in your class? that was the worst.

Even though Minho was not one of those typical “bad boys” he was still annoying. At least for you. No he did not bully you, no he did not disturb you. But from the moment you first saw him, you never liked him.

Now there you were, stuck in the detention class with him for one and a half hours alone. The teacher told you both to stay in the classroom while she goes to her office to grade the exam papers. You took out your phone and your headphones, not wanting to deal with him.

You blasted your music and put your head on the desk, closing your eyes. After what felt like hours, someone poked your head. You knew it was Minho. Who else could it be? You took out one of the earbuds as you looked up at him “Y/N right?” he asked sitting on the seat in front of you. You just nodded and as you were about to put the earbud in again, he stopped you. “Why are you always this quiet?” You exhaled and stopped the music you were listening to “I don’t really like talking to people” he pouted and sighed “We should do something at least. I’m bored of playing games on my phone” you folded your hands on the table “Well you could do your homework” he shrugged “No I don’t want to do that” you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. He was getting on your nerves. “What do you want to do then?” He smirked and got closer to you “I mean... I have something in mind but..” You pulled away out of reflex “Come on, it will be fun” he said as he got up and held your face. “And plus..” you could feel his breath on your lips. “We would get to know each other even better” his gaze went to your lips and back up your eyes. Your breath hitched as you looked at his lips. They look so soft and kissable. You leaned in and connected your lips. He looked so irresistible and you couldn’t help but give yourself to him.

He pulled you up and sat on one of the chairs as he pulled you on his lap. He put his hands on your hips and squeezed your butt a little bit. You moaned in his mouth and he smirked into the kiss. His hands traveled under your skirt, leaving feather like touches. You unintentionally grinded on him and drew out a moan from him. “Are you going to do something or what?” you asked breathlessly. He laughed and picked you up, placing you on the desk “Someone’s eager huh?” You got on your elbows looking at him “You were the one who started it first. I can just get up and return to my desk” you smirked at him. He tensed up as his hands went under your skirt “But you won’t” he kissed your neck and you hissed “Because you like what I’m giving to you” you bit your lip. He was right. Even though you did not like him, you had no other choice in this situation “Yeah yeah whatever” you rolled your eyes.

He got on his knees and pulled down your panties. He kissed up your thighs but not where you needed him the most. “Minho please don’t tease” He bit down your inner thigh “Why? It’s so fun seeing you tremble under me” He was gonna be the death of you. “Besides, I want to get you ready” He pulled your skirt up your waist “God damn you’re beautiful” You wanted to kick his face so much. He was making you wait for too long “Minho we don’t have much time just fuck me already” you whined. He groaned at your words and got up, unbuckling his pants. “I hate that you’re right. I just wanted to take my sweet time with you” He pulled down his pants along with his boxers, his hard on spring free “Guess that’s for another time” He was impressive. You didn’t think he would be big. He was not THAT big. Just a little above average.

He noticed you staring and his smirk got big “Like what you see?” You pulled him by his tie and kissed him to shut him up “Yes Minho just stick it in! We’re gonna get caught” He smiled, got a condom from his pocket and kissed you again while pushing in. The feeling was overwhelming. Him stretching you out, his hands traveling up and down your body, his lips on your lips, everything was just so perfect. You moaned in his mouth, muffling both of your moans. He waited for a while but you were so impatient. You pushed yourself on him and bucked your hips “Move” He bit down on your earlobe, thrusting slowly. The sounds he was making were like a song to you. The groans, the heavy breaths and the things he said were making you feel dizzy. He started thrusting faster and faster, moving your legs for different positions. “God yes Minho don’t stop” you moaned as you sucked a hickey on his neck. Several hickeys actually. “How does it feel baby?” the nickname caused you to moan not so quietly as you put your hand on your mouth “No no no let me do it” he pushed your hand away and replaced it with his. “You look so fucking good like this” He was moving so fast and you could feel him twitching inside you. “I-I’m close” you tried to say it as best as you can “Huh? What was that babygirl? Are you close?” you nodded as he bit your neck “Then cum for me baby. That’s it” his praises threw you over the edge, you clenched around him tightly and moaned loudly but it was muffled thanks to his hand. “Good girl. God! I’m gonna cum too” he growled as you pushed his hand away. “Cum Minho. Please give it to me” you sounded desperate and that threw him over the edge as well and you kissed him to muffle his moans when he came.

He pulled away, breathless and chuckled pulling out “That was so fucking hot” You giggled as your cheeks got bright pink. You got your panties and put it on. As soon as you looked up, he kissed you. It was filled with passion but you loved it “You’re giving me your number and we’re doing this again some time” You giggled and nodded “I’d like too”

[sarahrogersevans]

Hey love I’ve got a small idea,

Could you do a pair of of chris x niece reader where she’s drained and overwhelmed from school and exams and she’s shut herself out from everyone so Chris tries to figure out why and they have a little heart to heart after she runs to his house crying because she’s having a panic attack but she can feel a bad one coming and just wants her uncles comfort ❤️❤️

Heart To Heart- Uncle! Chris Evans xreader fan fic request

Summary: Reader is very overwhelmed by school homework and by life in between and has a panic attack and Chris has a heart to heart with reader and helps her through it

Warnings: mentions of feeling drained and overwhelmed, mentions of a panic attack, soft Chris, fluff, angst, let me know if I miss anything

(Y/N’s POV)

I’ve had so many tests and homework assignments kicking my butt and home life has been stressful. I’m at school and a tutor is helping me with a few of the assignments I was struggling with. The tutor checked on me and said “hey Y/N how’s that math problem doing?” I was starting to feel anxious and I felt cross eyed doing extra assignments. I got up and said “I’m sorry I can’t do this..” I walked out of the building and walked over to my uncle Chris’s house and rang the doorbell and felt a panic attack around the corner, Chris opened the door and saw the state I was in and said “hey Y/N hey come here doll.” He walked me inside and closed the door and pulled me into a hug and I started breathing heavy and Chris shushed me while rubbing my back and said “hey Y/N deep breaths hun focus on mine ok? Can you try that for me?” I nodded and tried to follow along with his heart beat and breathing.

After a few minutes I felt a bit more relaxed and Chris moved some strands of hair away from my eyes and softly said “there she is hi darling, are you feeling any better?” I nodded saying “yea I guess a little bit.. I’m so overwhelmed by homework and things at home aren’t going well I just.. I’m sorry uncle Chris.” He has me sit down on the couch next to him. Chris said “Y/N sweetheart let’s have a heart to heart about that, so it’s all too much hmm?” I nodded and said “I need a break, I’ve been shutting myself off from everything else and I don’t hangout with anyone and I should more but I just don’t have time for anything plus dad.. he doesn’t think I should hangout with many people, I need to be keeping a low profile with everything going on.”

Chris nodded sympathetically and said “ok well why don’t I talk to Scott and we can figure out a solution because honestly darling you deserve to have friends and go out and not just have to focus on school all the time or do what others tell you, you need freedom trust me I know how it is, it’ll help you so much kiddo I love you and want you to be ok.” I smiled and hugged uncle Chris and said “thank you uncle Chris, just coming to you I feel a lot better, I’m just nervous about talking to dad.” Chris gave me a sad smile and said “would you feel better if we talked to him together sweetheart?” I looked at him feeling surprised and said “really? You would go with me?” I was scared about getting in trouble with dad but my uncle going with me already made me more relaxed. Chris smiled and said “Y/N you’re family I love you and I’d do anything for you, I want you to feel like you can come to me anytime ok?” I smiled and said “thank you uncle that means a lot to me.” I felt so much more relaxed knowing someone was on my side.

Uncle Chris and I drove back to my place and we talked to my dad together and got a plan worked out where school would be less stressful and where I would have more freedom and uncle Chris even promised to check on me more. Heart to hearts with family can really do a lot I’m very grateful for my uncle Chris.

Here ya go darling hope you like it 🤍🤍 I did my best 😊xx enjoy, probably not my best one 😅 but I hope you like it hun

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[scorp2510]

AFD - The chat

"So…is everything ok?" Lance asked when finally he could take a break with Keith in the cafeteria school. It was past seven p.m but he was lucky to find him doing his homework there.

"Lance" Keith exhaled tiredly. Putting his sketchbook aside and sees him like he just announce to him about six projects, two exams, and five more homework for tomorrow "Not now"

"When then?" He asked without giving him a chance to run out of that pep talk.

"..You really don't gonna drop the subject, are you?"

"Nope and you know it Kogane. Now, spit it out" Lance smiled when he saw how his friend relax his shoulders a little. "I'm gonna wait here until you talk about that night or else.."

"or else?" Keith mocked, not believing that he could threaten him with something really serious.

"Or else I'll follow you to your apartment" That was his best threat, he wouldn't think that could be effective and was thinking of another punch to add power to his words, but apparently only that line was sufficient to Keith. Because with that said, Lance saw how his smile disappear and he was tense in his chair. "…You know I will"

"…You can't say a word about this" that was Keith's turn to threaten him "Not even Hunk. Only Matt knows about this"

Lance couldn't help but look puzzled and relieved at that. Sighing with a smile and notice how much tension he released when his muscles melted on his chair.

"Oh thank lord"

"What?"

"For a moment I thought you…" Lance shut up as the realization hit him after he spoke. It was late to rub away his suspicion now that Keith was seeing him with confusion. "….I…I thought that you, you know"

"No, I don't know what you are talking about, I didn't even say anything"

"Yeah yea I know. But if you by accident had an affair you wouldn't talk about it with Matt"

"What?!" Keith almost stood up for his place and saw him with disbelief and clearly offended

"Buddy, relax! I know you wouldn't do it on purpose or own will! That's why I was more worried!"

"Then you think…" Keith grunted while covering his face, massaging his temple. "No Lance, no one forced me to do anything. It was more embarrassing than that"

"Now I'm aware that we have a different priorities scale" Lance replied with a grin, less alarmed but now more curious. "Sooooo, what happened?"

Keith let out another grunt before eyeing Lance.

"I promise I won't tell Hunk, Pidge, or anyone. Not even if you make me angry" He swore with a smile and waited for Keith to open up.

"…FINE. That night I was…under a lot of stress and other stuff" Keith began to retell and remember everything "I argue with Matt because he has his things to worry about, I have my own. You know, the same shit I argue with Shiro"

Lance nodded while his chest felt light. Because Keith was trusting him enough to talk about something only his boyfriend knew.

"So…I left early, my people battery got low"

"More than usual?"

"…More than usual" he agreed with a little smile "Then…I went autopilot to my dorm, my roommate was awake" Lance stop smiling when he saw how tense and uncomfortable Keith was. Just what the hell happened? "He…he helped me to sober up a little" Keith rested his head on his palms as if the hangover was hitting him again. "And I fucking started a therapy session WITHOUT a therapist"

Lance waited for him to more details. But Keith didn't add any more.

"Wait…so…you vented?" He asked cautiously and was more relieved when the other nodded.

"With a guy, I barely met"

"…Oh"

"And the next morning he was all 'Oh Keith, yesterday the true brotherhood began' and grab one of my MCR hoodies because 'that's what bros do' and fucking left"

At that Lance gasped and covered his mouth

"Omg, did we have news from the hoddie?"

Ok, maybe he deserved that kick for the pun. But he was aware of how important and vulnerable situation Keith was in.

"Look, if he tries to be a jerk about it just give us a call and with pleasure, we'll kick his butt"

"Don't you think I can do it? What I don't want to happen is him spreading all of the things I said"

"Keith, you have friends that love you." Lance put his hands under the table to avoid the urge to hold Keith's hand "Have some faith in us man."

It wasn't like everyone had a crush on him (Lance hoped), just him. And no one was going to judge him, it was true, everyone loved him.

"So, relax man. You finally got to college, try at least to enjoy it"

Keith was silent for long seconds before sighing and nodding, smiling weakly but visibly more relaxed.

"I'll try, thanks Lance"

Lance suppressed a smirk to put on the best proud smile he had. Maybe he could use his crush situation to get Pidge to investigate a little about a said roommate, only to be sure that he wasn't an ass.

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH10

And we’re back to our regularly scheduled mischief. Kind of. I’ve tweaked this part a little bit to suit what’s coming up in a few chapters. The middle of this story looks a lot different than before, and I’ve spent the most time on it (been stuck at the “halfway” point of this rewrite for 3 months, but we’re getting there) All of our characters are about to go on their own journeys. For better or worse ;)

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Chapter 10: Kids in the Dark

“Hey, Nino, got a second?” Adrien asked the following morning as their classmates shuffled into the courtyard.

Nino perked up, draping an arm over his shoulders. “Sure thing, dude. It’s been a while since we’ve had some guy time. I’ve just been super busy helping Alya with her deputy duties. I miss you, bro.”

“You mean Lila’s class representative duties?” Adrien corrected.

“Well…Lila’s busy doing more important stuff, so Alya has been picking up some of the slack, and I’ve been helping her out,” he said. “Besides, Marinette used to flake on some of her stuff too when she was busy.”

Adrien suppressed a sigh. Things were worse than he thought. He should have helped Chloe yesterday. Someone needed to put Lila in her place, but more than that, Marinette deserved justice. Every day Lila found new ways to turn everyone against her even in her absence, and Adrien wasn’t going to sit by anymore.

“Actually, I was hoping to talk to you about Lila,” Adrien said. His stomach tightened into a knot, but he wasn’t chickening out this time. “Don’t you think it’s a little unfair that Alya does all of Lila’s work for her? I mean, we elected Lila to lead the class, but it feels like she hasn’t really done anything herself. Even if Marinette had other stuff to do sometimes, she still did a majority of the work herself.”

“Well, Lila’s doing global stuff that’s way more important than our class. She leads by example,” Nino said.

“Well, if she’s too busy to be class rep, why would she run?” Adrien asked. His methods were a little around the bush, but hopefully he could convince Nino. They were best buds after all.

“Dude, do you want Chloe to be class rep again? You weren’t here when she was in charge, so you have no idea how bad it was. If Lila hadn’t stepped up, we’d have all been stuck with her. Sorry, but nuh-uh, no way am I going through that ever again.” Nino shook his head emphatically.

Given the choice, Adrien had picked Chloe, but now probably wasn’t the best time to admit that. He understood why no one else wanted Chloe in power, and in most cases, he could agree with them. But Lila wasn’t exactly the step up everyone thought she was either.

“Couldn’t someone else who has more time have run? I mean, most of us would prefer anyone over Chloe,” Adrien said pointedly.

“Bro, I get you and Chloe have known each other since you were kids, but I don’t think you fully understand how deep she’s sunk her claws into everyone here,” Nino said. “She digs dirt on people to keep them from defying her, and if that doesn’t work, she just gets her daddy to threaten the teachers. No one else here can overthrow her. Lila is the only one with an outside advantage because she knows celebrities and ambassadors and stuff. She’s got Chloe beat, and that’s why she’s everyone’s hero.”

It was hard to argue with him there. If Chloe were nicer, then this whole process would have been a lot easier. Anyone looked like a saint compared to her, and after yesterday… Lila could gain all the praise in the world because now she was just like them—another one of Chloe’s victims.

As much as he hated to admit it, there was no easy way out here. If he exposed Lila, then Chloe would claw her way back to the top and make everyone miserable again. If he didn’t expose Lila, then she’d just continue to use everyone and drag Marinette’s name through the mud. He’d tried to convince Chloe to be nice once before, but that didn’t last longer than a day. If he could just get Alya to see the light, she could take down both Lila and Chloe…

“I know you and Alya are busy, but is there any way we could all meet up for juice this afternoon? There’s something I want to talk to you both about.”

♪♫♪ Kill Em With Kindness ♪♫♪

“You said you wanted to talk?” Alya crossed her arms over her chest.

The bench along the Seine was abandoned this time of day, which was why Adrien liked it—he didn’t want anyone interrupting. Considering Alya parted ways with her best friend over Lila, she had clearly fallen deep into her web. This conversation required precision, and Adrien wasn’t taking any chances. He was going to speak his mind.

Nino took the seat beside him without a second thought, gesturing for Alya to do the same. She hesitated, searching Adrien’s expression with a skepticism that said she didn’t entirely trust him. This conversation wasn’t going to be pretty.

“Yeah. It’s about Lila…” He clasped his hands together to keep them from fidgeting. “There’s something you should know.”

“Let me guess. She’s a liar?” Alya cocked a brow. “I know you’ve been by to see Marinette several times. I find it funny how you’ve never mentioned this until now.”

“Look, I know I should have come forward sooner, but Lila is a liar. I can prove it,” Adrien said.

“Oh, can you?” Alya barely masked her cynicism.  

“The day she came here, she tried to convince me that she was the descendent of a fox superheroine to impress me, but Ladybug showed up and called her out over your blog post,” Adrien explained. “She and Ladybug had never met before, and truthfully, I don’t think they really even like each other.”

“Can anyone else confirm your story?” Alya asked.

“Marinette can. She was there,” Adrien said.

“Oh, we know that Marinette follows you around.” Alya smirked. “But ya know what I think? I think Marinette is just trying to turn you against Lila because she tried to tell us a similar story before too, but she had no proof.”

“Why would Marinette do that?”

“Trust me, dude, there’s a reason she doesn’t want you hanging around Lila,” Nino said.

Alya elbowed him hard, and when Adrien seemed confused, she rolled her eyes. “Even if you are telling the truth, can you blame me for being a little suspicious? Lila has been here for months, and you’re calling her out on something that happened on her first day? And only after you’ve been hanging out with someone who tried to prove her guilty with the same story?”

“It does seem kinda suspicious.” Nino rubbed the back of his neck with a wince. “Sorry, bro.”

“But I’m telling the truth! That really happened.” When they weren’t convinced, he added, “Okay, fine. You’re right. I shouldn’t have waited so long. I just didn’t want to start trouble.”

“So why start it now?” Alya asked.

“Because people are getting hurt, and I’m tired of looking the other way,” Adrien said.

“What people?”

Adrien bit his tongue. Alya was too defensive. Even if he did point out how Lila was using everyone at school, she’d find a way to justify it just like Nino had earlier. This was Lila’s power—convincing everyone that they enjoyed being manipulated.

“I know it’s hard to believe, but I am telling the truth. Marinette isn’t the enemy here,” he said.

Alya took a step back and slung her bag over her shoulder. “I find it a little hard to trust you when you’ve been hanging out with her,” she said. “And after Chloe’s little stunt the other day… don’t tell me you three are working together.”

“No, we’re not.” Adrien held up defensive hands, and when Alya crossed her arms over her chest, he added, “If you don’t believe me that’s fine, but please, look into it. Don’t believe everything Lila tells you. Be a journalist. Investigate.”

Alya eyed him, lips pursed, then nodded. “Fine. I’ll look into your story, but if I don’t find anything, I want you and Marinette to apologize to Lila.”

“Fair enough,” Adrien said.

“Come on, Nino.”

As Alya stalked off, Nino searched Adrien’s expression. His eyes bore all of his confusion, torn between his girlfriend and his best friend. Much like everyone else, Nino wasn’t sure what to believe, but so long as there was doubt, Adrien couldn’t lose hope.

“Nino!”

“Catch you later, bro,” Nino said.

“Yeah. Later.”

♪♫♪ Walk Me Home ♪♫♪

“I’m so excited that you’re finally coming to my house! You have to sit in my massage chair.” Macy squealed as she and Marinette walked arm in arm.

Eliott trailed behind them, things in their group having gone back to normal after the previous day’s events. Marinette was wrong about him. He had Macy’s back even when she couldn’t see him, and they gave her hope that not all friendships were so fragile. When two people trusted each other, nothing could pull them apart.

“We should invite Martin too. I didn’t do well on our last chemistry exam.” Eliott ran a hand through his hair. “Besides, he seems happier when he’s with us, even if he is quiet.”

“He usually waits for his chauffeur out front. Let’s see if we can catch him.” Macy picked up the pace, but she froze the moment they reached the front entrance. “Oh no.”

“What’s the problem, Martin? You said you would do my homework for the entire year,” Gabrielle snarled. “Were you lying?”

Thomas held Martin by his shirt collar, but his eyes bore a fierce determination even if his hands were shaking.

“I-I don’t want to be your puppet anymore,” Martin said, face blanched and eyes wide.

“He’s standing up for himself,” Marinette gasped.

“Kind of. He’s about to get his butt kicked,” Eliott said, but Marinette was already marching down the steps. “And so are we.”

“Gabrielle,” Marinette called.

“Oh, look, little miss thinks-she’s-all-that is back to save her pet hamster.” Gabrielle stepped between Marinette and Thomas. “This doesn’t concern you, street rat, so why don’t you run along back to the sewers?”

“Not until you let my friend go,” Marinette said, undeterred despite how Gabrielle towered over her.

“And just what are you going to do to stop us? You’re as tiny as a mouse, and there’s no one around to save you now.” Gabrielle leaned into her face.

“She’s got us,” Eliott said. He crossed his arms over his chest, and Macy squared her shoulders beside him.

“Two more cowards? I’m shaking.” Gabrielle rolled her eyes. “You think you’re all high and mighty because you won a design contest and got some free tickets? Please, I could ruin your whole life with one phone call.”

“So, do it,” Marinette said. “You talk big, so let’s see you follow through. Make the call.”

“Uh, Marinette, is this such a good-” Eliott held out a hand, but Gabrielle’s glare silenced him.

“Don’t tempt me!”

“Are you going to ruin my life or not? Because if you’re not, then there’s nothing stopping me from helping Martin.” Marinette nodded to him, still dangling in Thomas’ grasp.

Gabrielle’s jaw clenched, but before she could reply, a familiar voice interrupted.

“Marinette?” Adrien stood timidly at the base of the stairs, his bodyguard holding open the car door.

Upon seeing him, Gabrielle faltered, jolting away from Marinette as if she’d been shocked. Macy clamped her hands over her mouth to muffle a squeal as several of their schoolmates stopped to stare in awe.

“Adrien? What are you doing here?” Marinette asked as he climbed the stairs to meet her.

“It’s Friday. You said you were going to visit your friend’s house, so I thought we could ride together.” He glanced around at the scene before him. “Is everything alright?”

Marinette turned to Gabrielle, whose eyes burned through her. Their classmates whispered to each other, all seeming to wonder if Gabrielle was going to show out in front of Adrien Agreste, but even she knew better than to tempt the most beloved boy in Paris. Attacking Adrien was effectively social suicide, and Gabrielle wasn’t going to lose her reputation now. She averted her gaze, red hair flipping over her shoulder as she spun around to face her boyfriend.

“Nothing. We were just leaving,” she grumbled, and her group disbanded.

Thomas set Martin down on his feet before following Gabrielle to their limo.

“Friends of yours?” Adrien cocked a brow.

“Not exactly.” She turned to Martin. “You okay?”

“Yeah…” Martin straightened his glasses. “You must think I’m weak.”

“Not at all. I thought it was very brave of you to stand up for yourself,” Marinette assured him.

“Sorry you had to save me again. I wish I had the strength to defend you too.” Martin curled his shoulders. “Thank you, Marinette. I promise I’ll try to be stronger next time.”

“You’re already strong where it counts.” She touched his chest. “In here.”

His cheeks flushed, and he glanced up at Adrien, eyes widening again. “You’re-”

“Adrien Agreste!” Macy latched onto his neck with a hysteric giggle.

“Macy, be cool, remember we talked about this?” Marinette coached.

“Let him breathe.” Eliott pried her arms off and extended a hand. “I’m Eliott, and this lunatic is-”

“Macy Chanteur!” She broke free of Eliott’s grasp and stuck out a hand for Adrien to kiss. “I have a poster of you on my wall.”

“Oh.” His eyebrows raised.

“She’ll calm down,” Eliott said. “I think.”

“It’s cool. I’m used to it,” Adrien chuckled. “But please don’t treat me like a celebrity. Any friends of Marinette’s are friends of mine.”

“Adrien just called me a friend!” Macy squeaked, and Eliott placed his hands on her shoulders to restrain her.

“My name’s Martin. Martin Michel.”

Adrien turned to the small boy and smiled. “Nice to meet all of you.”

“We were actually about to go to Macy’s to talk about my designs for you-know-who if you want to come, Martin.” Marinette offered.

“Uh, sure.” He nodded.

“I hope it’s alright that Marinette invited me, Macy,” Adrien said. “We only just met, and I’d hate to intrude.”  

“You can come over whenever you want, Adrien.” She tried to boop his nose with her finger, but Eliott swatted her hand away.

“Great. We can take my car.” Adrien gestured to his bodyguard standing dutifully on the sidewalk.

“I’m going to ride in his limo!” Macy wheezed.

“Try not to hyperventilate.” Eliott guided her down the steps.

Adrien fell into step beside Marinette. “Your new school is huge,” he remarked.

“Yeah, if it wasn’t for Macy and Eliott, I would totally get lost,” she said.

“They seem nice.”

Marinette’s gaze softened on them as Eliott seated himself and Martin between Macy and Adrien. “They are.”

“So, what was all that on the stairs?” Adrien asked as Macy gave the driver her address.

“Gabrielle,” everyone collectively moaned.

“The Chloe Bourgeois of the school,” Marinette explained, and Adrien nodded in understanding. “She’s got more bite and brute strength, but ultimately, I sense that she has less power.”

“That was incredible how you called her bluff,” Macy said. She seemed to have regained some of her composure, though she still stole frequent glances at Adrien when she thought no one was looking.

“When you deal with the daughter of the mayor of Paris, you get used to empty threats and power pulls.” Marinette shrugged.

“I was sure we were going to get our butts kicked. It’s funny, I usually avoid trouble, but the past couple days have felt good,” Eliott said thoughtfully. “You’ve helped all of us become a little more confident, Marinette.”

“I just don’t like to see my friends get pushed around, that’s all.” Marinette insisted.

“Isn’t her modesty adorable?” Eliott said to Adrien.

“Marinette deserves every ounce of praise, I know it.” He agreed. “She’s amazing.”

Marinette’s cheeks burned. Adrien praised her a lot, but she was just as unprepared for it each time. Macy wasn’t the only one on the verge of passing out in the car. Was it possible to die of happiness?

“Speaking of amazing, we need all of the details about Clara.” Macy leaned across Eliott.

“Clara?” Martin cocked a brow.

“Nightingale. She’s asked Marinette to design for her!” Macy reminded him. “Oh, it was so tempting to throw that in Gabrielle’s face. I don’t know how you resisted the urge.”

“Well, I want to make sure she likes what I come up with first,” Marinette said. “No sense bragging if she hates everything and asks someone else.”

“How are your designs coming along?” Adrien asked.

“Well, I have a few ideas-”

“Show us!” Macy and Eliott demanded simultaneously.

“Nothing is final yet. I’ve just been playing around,” Marinette said as they pulled into the gates of a large house.

“You should sit in my meditation room. It’s totally tranquil, and it might help you get ideas. Can you imagine? Future-world-famous fashion designer sketching her breakthrough piece in my house!” Macy said as they climbed out, then casting a smile to Adrien added, “Do you think you could design my wedding dress someday?”

“Slow your roll, Macy. You just met,” Eliott chided, tugging her up the front steps ahead of the group.

“Your friends are lively,” Adrien said to Marinette. “I like them.”

“Well, Macy and Eliott have been friends for a long time,” Marinette explained.

“Since they were kids,” Martin added. “Their parents are old friends, and they’ve been in the same class every year.”

“That’s awesome. I hope you and I can be close like that someday.” Adrien smiled at Marinette.

If Adrien said any more nice things to her, she’d have enough butterflies in her stomach to give Scarlet Moth a comeback. Why did he have to be so sweet and handsome, perfect, smart, talent-

“Well…” Macy snapped Marinette out of her trance. She held her arms out and twirled around as her butlers opened the front doors. “Welcome to my home.”

[cassiedummy]

Do you feel bad why can't you do anything right?

Yeah me too

But that's why I have my personal therapy, which is to draw myself with Shigaraki <33

(An apology if I do not understand a damn why my English is shit XD)

Lately I have been stressed and frustrated a lot in school because of my "specialty" (is it like a short career guy?), Which consists of programming, which to be honest I do not understand anything.

(Please get me out of here, I want to leave school AaaAAAah- ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡)

(Update: I failed my analytical geometry exam, I hate myself) XD

So to calm my nerves from possibly going too low in this set, I decided to calm down with Shigaraki and my weird headcanons.

Imagine that you are on the verge of mental collapse with so many tasks and projects pending that you understand absolutely nothing...

All you need is a break and a breath of air after choking on homework and school

(translation:

Shigaraki: Get on with your damn homework.

Me as mf: Wait, I'm doing my fursona!)

･ﾟૄ ◌ ˖

(translation:

Tomura: I think you should stop hugging me

Me: I do not want...)

Your butt was numb from sitting at your desk for so long looking at your monitor screen, your eyes were tired, you were already at a standstill, you didn't know what you were even doing, you appreciate a zombie with all the work you had on you, just You want this to end so you can spend some time in peace, you were so close and so far from having that glorious freedom of being free of tasks, but you really didn't want to go ahead and send everything to shit anymore.

You touched your source of your nose in frustration, you couldn't take it anymore, it seemed like you were going to cry, until you heard a voice behind you.

⎯ What the hell are you doing?⎯ he said with that characteristic way of speaking.

Sometimes Shigaraki could have a somewhat harsh attitude in moments that are somewhat stressful for me, leaving me comments like: "Stop whining it's not even that difficult", although it was annoying for me, in the end he ended up comforting me and helping with my tasks, I really appreciated to do that, only right now I did not want his comments I was too irritated.

⎯ Nothing, just these stupid tasks⎯ .

⎯Step aside, you're too stupid for this⎯ I move away from my desk, taking my place in the chair.⎯ Look, you have an error in line of code 30 and that is why you need to declare your variables, that is why when you start the program you get 0, I do not understand how you found out, you have been doing this for 4 days.⎯.

I just gave a defeated sigh in response, it was true, I don't know why the hell I decided to study programming if I don't even have basic logic in my brain. The only thing he could do was accept that he was such an idiot and finish this. But my mental storm was interrupted by arms around me.

⎯ I understand that this is difficult for you, especially because it is something that you did not even want to study and that you hate it, but you also have to understand that you cannot leave everything so easily besides that you have your own rhythm of understanding things, you don't have to push yourself so hard, you know that later you don't end up well under pressure⎯ .

Then I just started sobbing silently into his warm arms as he gently patted my back in the form of comfort. Sometimes he just had to rest and cry to regain energy, he would always be there to support me.

I couldn't ask for more now, just have him by my side.

･ﾟૄ ◌ ˖

(Traducción:

Shigaraki: If you hate this so much, why don't you just quit?

Me: Why if I did they would kill me (they would kick me out of the house XD)

As I already said, I was having a bad time this week with school, besides having a cold and my skin disease coming back due to stress aaAAH- I hate all this

But I got my dose of love drawing Shigaraki <3

GOOD SEE YOU AAA

[wisteria-lodge]

a bird secondary with a *very* unhealthy badger model

i’m pretty sure i’m using both Bird and Badger secondary tools - i just cannot for the life of me figure out which one’s my actual secondary, and which is the model. it doesn’t help that both of them are at least slightly charred. when i was younger, i was surely a Bird secondary, no doubt.

One of the reasons I ask people for childhood stories is I fundamentally don’t believe that sortings ever change. (Maybe that’s the Lion in me talking.) You can build beautiful models that you adore living in, but important aspects of yourself don’t just... fall away. They change, and grow, and level up. 

i’ve always loved collecting knowledge, i store trivia better than many a fandom wiki, i’ve studied things just because they interested me, i’ve once memorised a big portion of the pokedex just for fun… you get the idea.

I’m going with Bird secondary as a hypothesis, but this doesn’t necessarily say bird secondary to me. Bird of some kind, sure. But it could still be a model. 

when academia kicked my butt (hello, undiagnosed adhd), and i realised my natural talents and good memory won’t help me, i think i burnt my Bird. it really hit me very hard.

That can happen. And it’s brutal. But when a secondary burns from over-use, it’s not gone it’s just... tired. 

i’ve started appreciating kindness and hard work, and i wanted to be a person who - wasn’t necessarily the smartest in the room (because i felt that this ship has already sailed.)

There’s a fun word for someone who thinks they’re the smartest person in the room. And that word is “asshole.” :) Seriously, ‘being the smartest person in the room’ isn’t a real thing, and definitely not something to aspire to.

didn’t help that i’ve also acquired a nemesis who was just as smart as me, but an asshole, lmaoo. 

Like I was saying...

But I thought perhaps I could be the kind one. the patient one. the steady one. of course, that didn’t work for me with my adhd at all, lol. i am physically and mentally unable to reach that ideal of stable, patient, consistent, reliable. and it hit my self esteem real hard again. 

There is some sort of POWERFUL Badger secondary influence in your life, making you believe that you need to be that way too. And you don’t. That’s the entire premise of this system. That there are many ways to solve problems, all equally effective and valid. 

after all, not everyone can be smart, and that’s alright - but everyone can be a hard worker, right? it’s not a matter of any innate abilities.

You think the chip that allows you to settle down and focus on doing a non-preferred task in increments over long periods of time is not an innate ability? This is why I hate standardized tests. They test your ability to take a test much more than they test the material. Not everyone *can* sit at a desk in a silent, windowless room and do math problems for four hours. And why on earth should that be that a desirable, rewarded ability? The end goal is not to graduate and start working in a factory like its 1905. 

my bachelor degree’s taken me a year longer than it should have, because i’ve started just… not doing my work. didn’t come to class, didn’t hand in my homework, didn’t contact my professors. did everything at the very last minute, if at all. and i didn’t know why.

It’s because you struggle with executive dysfunction. Because you’re neurodivergent.

i’ve felt terrible about it, because i wanted to be a good student, you know? i wanted to feel like i earned that degree. i passed, because i’m bright and i can extrapolate based on the knowledge i already have, and i have a lot of knowledge in this wonky brain of mine - but it doesn’t feel like i… deserved that pass. 

for instance, we had this class - literature masterpieces of XX century. we were supposed to read one book each week. obviously i didn’t manage, bc despite reading as if my life depended on it in my early years, i lost that ability sometime during my high school years (when depression hit). so the night before, i’ve sat down, read the wikipedia article on every book and every author on the list, read goodreads’ reviews, sparknotes, whatever i could find. sometimes even fragments of the original text. and i passed that (oral) exam, even with this extremely strict professor. and i felt horrible about it, because i didn’t feel i deserved to pass that. i didn’t read those books! i’ve lied to you! i’ve cheated! 

Listen. I’m a teacher, and I am telling you, you deserved that degree. You got the info, you thought about it, you understood. You didn’t trick your strict professor. Your professor did a good job, and allowed you to think and learn and demonstrate your knowledge in a way that worked for you. (Which is what they’re supposed to do.) I love students with ADHD, their brains are fast and non-linear, and yes they skim the reading, but they make connections and take things to new levels and process things in such cool way, and it just makes me feel alive you know? 

I actually have more trouble with the opposite type, the student who obviously did the reading, but didn’t play with it or connect it to anything else they know, so it just kind of sits in their head like a lump, not doing them any good. But they are really good test-takers.

then again - doing things the right way was (and still is) sometimes just simply unaccesible to me.

There is no right way to do things. The right way to do thing is whatever makes you happy and gets the job done. But that’s a hard one to internalize. I still have trouble truly internalizing that one. But I’m getting better. 

the badger secondary, therefore, is not anything that’s actually… useful to me, most of the time, lol. 

You are crushing yourself under the weight of a Badger secondary model.

unless it’s the ~vibes~ of the badger that make professors like me, most of the time - and because of that liking, they’d often turn a blind eye to just how badly i’d fuck up.

I bet your professors like you because you’re an interested, interesting student who brightens up their day. And if they’re turning a blind eye, it’s because they know that people with ADHD struggle with deadlines sometime. And that’s /fine/

i often seem trustworthy and reliable in the beginning, before my executive dysfunction trips me up, and makes me beat myself up for not actually being that.

My thoughts on secondaries and executive dysfunction. 

it’s the bird that helps me still achieve anything these days - the knowledge i still have, and the things i pick up along the way, from friends or twitter or online articles. i can bullshit my way through many things, because i know quite a bit about a wide range of topics.

It is so easy to pick up on true bullshit as a teacher. We *know* when you don’t know what you’re talking about. When you put together interesting statements and arguments on the fly - when you pull something out of your ass - it’s still coming from you. That’s just an alternate way of thinking. Also, everything you have written is SO BIRD.

but actually applying myself - which i feel is both necessary to succeed 

It’s not.

and the right way to do things

There’s no such thing.

 - is just… out of my reach. sorry for the rant, but i’m just so super confused, lmao. if you have any thoughts on this mess, i’d be very grateful. apologies for any mistakes, too - english is not my first language.

English isn’t your first language??? Your English is amazing. You’re a bird secondary, and a pretty brilliant one by the sound of it. And you are torturing yourself because you aren’t living up to an entirely arbitrary Badger secondary ideal.

[goddessesofeverything]

A Kiss for Luck and A Kiss for Cuteness

Epel x GN!Reader 

Neige x GN!Reader

Everyone is welcome to read. 

Hello Sorceress Yuri (@panacea-wishes)! I hope your day gets better and that school doesn’t kick your butt. Having homework and tests and essays always sucks so a little scenario to make you feel better might help! You wanted to be able to kiss our beloved apple boy and the fairest of them all in Twisted Wonderland. So...I hope this suffices! 

Tagged: @panacea-wishes

Epel x Reader

You ran your hands through your hair staring down at your textbook. It was just so late this night but you needed to finish reviewing your notes for the exam you had tomorrow. Professor Crewel and Professor Trein were not lenient when it comes to the information you absolutely had to know. 

You sigh and lean back in your chair. The two lamps on your desk still glowing, the light of the moon shining through the window. You rub your eyes to try and alleviate the heaviness weighting on them but it did little to cure your exhaustion. 

“(Y/N)?” 

You shoot up in your seat. Despite the late hour, Epel was in your dorm room. Your exhaustion must have been worse than you thought. You didn’t even hear him come in. 

“Epel! What are you doing here? Aren’t you going to get in trouble with Vil-san?”

“I wanted to make sure yer alright. You didn’t text back.”

You went to grab your phone. There on the screen were a bunch of texts you missed from Epel. All with increasing degrees of worry. 

“I’m so sorry. I got all caught up with studying and I lost track of time and I left my phone on silent and--”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re busy.”

You groaned. “Busy is one word for it. I don’t know how I’m going to make it through tomorrow.”

Epel furrowed his eyebrows but suggested, “I can help you study.”

“Oh no. I can’t ask that. It’s late and the exam is tomorrow and I don’t want you to get into even more trouble.”

“I’ll do it!” Epel determinedly confirmed. He pulled up the extra chair you had and plopped down in the seat. “Hand me those flashcards!”

Newly invigorated by his determination, you dived straight back into your studying. This time, Epel quizzed you on the concepts. 

An hour later, you felt more confident about your grasp on the material. “Thank you for helping me out, Epel.”

“S’no problem.” He grinned at you before letting out a massive yawn. “I should get back.”

You nodded and escorted him to the door, “You’re really great for helping me out like this.”

Epel nodded and was just about to step out the door before he stopped and turn to you again. “Ack! Before I go, I want to give you something. For luck.” 

You raised your eyebrow but gestured for him to continue. He hesitated for a moment before leaning in and giving you a kiss. You froze at the meeting of his lips and yours. But it only took a second before you melted into his embrace. 

Reluctantly, you both pulled away and Epel waved before leaving, “Night!”

“Night,” you whispered after him before shutting your bedroom door. 

~~~

Neige x Reader

You and Neige were out and about before you saw this massive floppy sun hat in the window of a store and immediately tugged him in to try it on. Neige laughed as he allowed himself to be dragged by you. You find the hat again and plop it on your head. It was slightly big on your head and the rim of the hat dipped to cover part of your field of vision but you enjoyed the feeling it gave you. 

“What do you think?” you asked Neige, striking a few different poses with the hat. Neige laughs at your antics before he switches the hat on your head for his beret. Patting the beret down on your head for a snug fit. 

“There! Now we can see what you look like with my hat on!” He guided you over to the mirror and there was a you in his little beret and him with your floppy hat. Despite your hat not really being his style and being extremely wide, Neige made it work because of course he did. 

As you were staring at him, he leaned over and gave you a peck on the cheek!

Your face flushed and your hand immediately flew to touch the spot where his rosy red lips had met your cheek. “N-Neige!” 

He flashed you a charming smile, eyes closed, cheek rested on his hand, and head tilt with the hat flopping to the side, following his movements. “What’s wrong? I can’t give a kiss to my wish come true?”

“Wish come true?” Your brain wasn’t really contemplating the words you heard. 

“You are my wish come true! I wished for someone fun and kind and beautiful to find me and now I’m dating you!”

“Ah!” Your other hand flew to your uncovered cheek and steam bursted from your ears. He’s too cute! He’s too cute! You surged forward to bury your face in his chest. 

“That’s not fair! You’re too precious! I can’t keep up,” you whined, muffled by the cardigan. 

“You’re cute too! I’m lucky to be able to have met you!” He cups your face in his hands to bring it up. He gives you another kiss. On your forehead this time. And another dazzling grin graces his features and you couldn’t help it. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his. Neige takes a moment to register that you actually boldly gave him a kiss, right in the middle of the store! Nevertheless, he quickly reciprocates and kisses you back. The hat on his head dips to shield you both from view of any passerbyers. 

[moonfox281]

Can you make a fic about John having his friend Jensen over to his house? Ya know, mobwife! Au? And John being so nervous while Dick and Jason try to embarrass him in front of his friend

“Can I get a friend over?”

John dropped the question right before dinner, right when the table was about to be ready.

“A friend?” Dick asked, then quickly gasped. “A girlfriend?!”

“No, what the fuck? I said friend. Jensen!”

“5 bucks, buddy.” Jason grabbed the swear jar and handed it over to John’s face. Dick’s customized “swear jar”, it was. It used to be just a real jar made off from an old jam jar, but since it was Jason and John living in the house, it soon turned into a whole casserole pot. Dick so far had contributed 12 dollars.

“And you want him over for…”

“Homework, what else can it be? I’ve got buttloads of homework and an exam next week and I’m not letting any douchebag in my class laugh at me again.”

“Just homework, huh?” Jason smirked.

“Ye...yeah? Can you make it sound less gay, or bi, or whatever? I have a thing for boobs and a girl I’ve crushed for over a year? He’s got no boobs and a dick.”

“Yeah, Dickie here used to be surrounded by boobs, and guess where he landed? Me. I have a dick too.”

Dick whacked Jason in the head with the kitchen towel and pushed the plates onto his hands. “Stop messing with him and get the table ready.” And then he slapped Jason’s hand off his butt.

“So can I have him like, over? Just aking, if you guys don’t want to we can go to a coffee-”

“No no no, have him over.” Dick put the clay pot down the middle of the table and suddenly froze. “On second thought, have him over the penthouse.”

“Good idea, have him over the penthouse so he can be the talk of the school the next day.”

“Pop!!!”

Dick whacked Jason in the head again. “Security first, remember?”

“It’s Jensen.”

“And we don’t want anything bad to happen to Jensen, do we?”

 Jason nodded. “You heard him.”

“But he’ll make fun of me!”

“I’ll make sure he gets something else to talk about other than the scale of our house.”

And Dick whacked Jason in the head with his palm, again.

“Okay, that’s it, I’ll just go to his house.”

“Stop worrying, Jason’s only joking. We’re not going to scare him away, he’s your only friend.”

“Yeah...wait, he’s not my only friend.” 

“Jefferson and Hank don’t count. Just because they slipped you into a bar behind my back and play football with you at the park every weekend, doesn’t make them your age-appropriate friends.”

“Dad took me into a bar too.”

“Oh did he?” Dick turned and glared at his husband, who cowardly held the plates and cutleries and ran away. 

_______________________________________________________

When Jensen got a text from John about the address, he thought he was hallucinating. Last time he checked, his best friend was living in Crime Alley, not rolling around on the floor on top of one of Gotham’s biggest skyscrapers penthouse. 

They even got their own elevator, and a hotline number down the reception desk. And that elevator even had a hand scan lock.

And that son of a bitch said he didn’t go to school by a limo!

The elevator music was Death of a Bachelor. Once Jensen got out, there was a lounge with a red velvet couch, glass table, dark wood furniture and Persian carpet. Not even meeting the owners yet and Jensen had already felt like leaving.

There was a door. He came to it, intended to knock when the door opened on its own.

“Hello there.”

It was Richard Grayson.

Oh fucking God. It was Richard Grayson. And Richard Grayson was the loudest pretty face Jensen had ever ever met.

He was so beautiful it felt like he was slapping people in the face with those soft kind eyes. 

“Nice to see you, again.”

Jensen stayed frozen on his feet, because that was what a sensible person did when facing Richard Grayson, right? He looked even more gorgeous up close. But of course, Jensen was more than just sensible, he was the cool action guy that got a lot more up their sleeves than what they flashed outside. He collected himself fast enough and leaned over with his forearm on the frame.

Okay, it looked way cooler in his head, which he kinda accidentally picture Richard Grayson was shorter than him, and in reality, he wasn’t.

“I...um...I’m Jesen, you probably...uh, don’t remember me.”

“Of course I remember you. You’re John’s friend.”

“Really?” Oh god, he was so sweet. And his teeth, they were so...white.

“And you’re the kid that got knocked out by a softball in the middle of PE. I held your head to stop your nosebleed.” 

Okay, Jensen was going home now.

“Dude!” 

John jumped out from behind his father’s back. It was just the start of last year that he was still the scrawny kid with a shady attitude and hid himself in the corner of the classroom like a bat in a cave. Look at him now, a reserve midfielder standing head to head with his dad with his bare arms out in that rolled up Queen tee and a big dick energy. He looked like one of those guys who used to tuck Jesen in the locker room, even though he was now the one scaring off those guys. 

Puberty hit him like a Superman punch. 

“Whatcha doing out there? Get in.”

John’s hot father smiled down at him and left the door. When John came over, he looked like he wanted to punch Jensen in the face.

“Quit it or I punch you in the face.”

He knew his best friend.

“Look, I’ve got enough straight people being bent like an elastic ruler by pop. And I kinda don’t want you on the list behind my dad’s gun...”

“Haha, that’s funny. Relax, he’s your dad.” Even when he was such a DILF.

“Okay. That wasn’t a joke though.”

He really got Jensen with the serious face he put on.

The house looked like it was scraped off from some lousy pages of Fifty Shades.  Shoes off wooden floor, lights everywhere, and a whole lot of windows. Half of the place was literally glass. The living room alone looked bigger than their school cafeteria. 

Great, his best friend turned out to live a Great Gatsby life behind his back and he couldn’t even let Jensen borrow his Xbox. 

“Dude, my room. Come one.”

Jensen quit staring and followed his friend’s feet. “Dude, last time I checked, your house was in Crime Alley.”

“No, it’s not. You checked it wrong.”

“The fuck? So you just round Crime Alley for fun then jump back to Diamond District?”

“No, I go to Crime Alley to sell drugs then fly my way back here with my own chopper parked on top of this building.”

“Really?”

“No, you fucking idiot!”

“I heard that!” John’s father's voice echoed back from somewhere in the house. Literally, this place was so massive Jensen couldn’t remember where he had passed through. There were so many doors, and everywhere was either white or wood cover walls, or full glass windows. And it was a particularly sunny day in Gotham, the lights just hit Jensen right in the face. 

“So, where’s your other dad?”

“He’s out shopping… Why do you care about my dad?”

Okay, if he had to admit to himself, Jensen must say John’s dad left a very striking impression to him the last time they met. 

“I like him.”

John burst out laughing. “Yeah, no shit. You won’t be liking him once you get to know him.” And then he muttered something else under his breath that Jensen couldn’t hear.

“What? He seems cool, but nice.” Way cooler than Jensen’s dad, to be frank. He had nothing against his dad, but his old man didn’t exactly sport a leather jacket and kicked off a Hummer bumper looking like he was cool with running over people and got away with it. 

His own dad was a lawyer and served his time and energy to people that got run over by people like John’s dad, and lost. 

“What’s he buying?”

“Dinner grocery- Okay, that’s it. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Dude, the father of my best friend is Richard Grayson, who secretly married an attractive mysterious man and now you’re living in a penthouse and your grandfather is Bruce Wayne. I may or may not about to fail PE but I'd be dumber than those football jocks to not be curious.”

“Dude, is this why you begged me to come over to my house? For this shit?”

“That’s Richard Grayson!” Jensen shouted back under his breath.

“That’s it. Get in.”

John shoved Jensen into his room and shouted “Don’t fucking get out!” before slamming the door shut. If Jensen wasn’t so distracted by his room, he would have probably shouted back something.

His room was probably bigger than Jensen’s family living room. No, not probably. Definitely. 

Ah, he knew John was the Patriot kind of guy. The number of blue posters in his room. He had a three monitors setup, which had looked so cool until Jensen turned on his feet and caught a bed full of clothes. 

Dude… 

He was no better than Jensen at all.

He was about to go look around, when there was a huffing sound coming from somewhere inside the room. He turned round and round on his feet, trying to work out what the hell was that sound, until he saw something came out from under the bed…

“UAaahhhhhhh!!!”

Jensen rammed headfirst on John’s dad when he zoomed across the hallway.

“Jensen! What’s wrong?”

“There’s a lion inside the house!”

“A what!?”

And just because his luck was shitty, the thing had run after him too. Jensen threw all his pride out of the window and jumped behind John’s father’s back. 

“That!” He pointed his finger on the furry thing.

“That? Oh, there you are.” John’s father laughed and knelt down on his knee, calling the thing over. “Have you slept in John’s room again, my cutie bear?”

The thing rubbed his head over John’s father’s hand. And for crap sake, it was even bigger than him.

“Jensen, this isn't a lion. This is Beast.”

“Beast?”

“Yes, our family’s dog. He’s a Tibetan Mastiff.”

“He doesn’t look like a dog.”

“What are you saying? He’s the cutest thing ever. Aren’t you boy?”

Okay, John’s dad was hotter than a Christmas turkey fresh out of the oven, but there was something seriously wrong with his eyes.

That thing he was petting, was a deadly creature of hell. 

The dog suddenly barked and ran off. Jensen swore a part of his soul had left his body.

“Oh, Jason’s home. Let’s go down.”

They went downstairs after the dog. Halfway down the staircase, Jensen saw him, finally. There was no leather jacket this time, only a long coat. If he had looked like a cool biker last time they met, then this time, he looked more like a businessman. More like someone’s farther. 

“Honey, John. I’m home.” He shouted while setting the grocery bags down the floor to pet the dog. 

He looked even bigger, up close. Jensen hurt his neck trying to take a good look at him. Slicked back hair, black and grey from head to toes, gold watch, and gloves. That was so unfair, not only did he look like an attractive killer, but he also dressed better than two-third of the people in this city.

“Hey, Jay.” John’s father went over and went on his tiptoes to kiss his...well, other father. Okay, now Jensen understood why John addressed his fathers by name sometimes, this got really confusing.

“This is Jensen.”

His father pulled off his gloves and smirked. “Hey, young man. You’re having fun?”

“Ye...yes sir.” Jensen blurted out of nowhere. Okay, he did not mean that! 

Both of them stared at Jensen like he had grown a second head. 

“Okay…” He glanced at his husband and pushed a bag onto his hands. “How about you help me bring this in the kitchen. Straight to the living room then turn right.”

That was a save. The last thing Jensen needed was embarrassing himself even more, so he dashed into the kitchen without looking back.

Surprise surprise, he found John there.

“Dude! I told you to stay in my fucking room!”

“Excuse me, asshead. There’s a fucking lion under your bed! And everyone is OKAY with it! What the hell is wrong with your family?!”

“First of all, Beast is a beauty, don’t you fucking dare insult him. Second, you’re the one that begged to come here. You think I want you drooling over my dad and then soon get a blood and bullet talk from my other dad?”

“Why… just, why do you always have to say it like your dad is a serial killer?! Just because I like your dad doesn't mean you have to act like he’s the fucking Red Hood.”

“Oh ho no, you fucking take that back.”

Outside the living room, Jason and Dick hid behind a wall poking their heads in watching the two boys screaming their necks at each other.

“Are they fighting in the kitchen?”

“They are fighting in the kitchen.”

“I have frozen berries and fishes to put away and they’re screaming and swearing in the kitchen.”

“At this point, the swear jar’s gonna earn John enough for a convertible.”

Dick shrugged. “Or two minivans.”

“Haha, right… You’re not gonna actually buy our son two minivans instead of a convertible, right?”

“It’s money from a swear jar. It’s supposed to be a punishment.”

Jason looked back and gulped. “Babe, the fishes need to go now. Beast is sniffing through the bags.”

“Break them off then.”

“What am I supposed to do? Pretend the house is on fire?”

“We have an automatic fire distinguisher system. That’s not gonna work. Pretend you want to show him your gun collection, also, give him a talk about alcohol and drugs. You know kids this age.”

“Dick, I’m starting to think you want me to play the bad guy. Is it not enough with our alter egos?”

“What are you talking about? The JL loves you.”

Yeah, they loved Jason so bad they sprayed holy water after each step he took inside their facility. The Lanterns called them Hades and Persephone behind their backs, for Christ's sake.

“Honey, I think Beast took one of the fishes out. Beast, buddy, spit that out. Yours are in the freezer.”

“Alright, that’s it.”

Jason walked into the kitchen just in time when the boys had each other’s collar by their fists. Great, boys would be boys, they said. Well, boys would be animals if not educated, he said.

Nobody got to bleed in that kitchen except for Jason.

“Gym room, now.”

Jensen looked over John. “You guys have a gym room?”

“Oh just shut the fuck up.”

Jason pushed the swear jar at John’s face before hushing both of the boys out of the kitchen. On the way, he held Jensen’s head with both his hands just so the boy didn’t see how Dick sweet-talked Beast to give him back the fish in his mouth.

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It wasn’t until all three of them stood frozen staring at each other in the gym room that Jason realized he had no idea how to handle this situation. 

Usually Dick was blessed in this category, and Jason’s best impression in loosening the knot was pulling out the gun and turning all attention on him.

“So um… you play anything, Jensen?”

The boy looked over John like he was begging for help before answering. “Overwatch and LOL...”

“He meant sport, dumbass.”

“Oh… not really...”

“Huh, so you’re the bullied kind.”

“Dad!”

“What? I’m just being honest. You looked like the type that gets squeezed in a locker or gets clothes stolen after PE.”

Okay, John wasn’t going to admit it aloud, but both of those had happened to Jensen before.

“Don’t get offended by it, okay? John used to lock himself in the bathroom for 30 minutes before he figured out the door opens the other way.”

“Oh.My.God. Dad!!!”

“What? It’s not even half as embarrassing as the time you got in the washing machine just because you saw 10 bucks in there and the door slammed shut so Dick had to get you out.”

“Okay now you’re doing this on purpose. Pop!!!”

Jason was pretty sure it was Dick John was calling on top of his lungs. And yep, it was Dick running at the door a few seconds later.

“Who died?” was the first thing he said. When nobody seemed to be dying, he put a hand over his chest and waved off them like they had jumped scared him. “God, it’s just you three? You made me think grandfather bought Walmart or something.”

All four of them stared at each other. And the first thing Jensen could think of when he turned over to his best friend, was pity.

“Dude, you’re gonna die a virgin.”

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Lunch was grilled tilapia on lemon, chicken salad, soybean paste soup and cold noodles, with a blueberry New York cheesecake for dessert. Okay, that was what John’s dad said. Jensen didn’t even know what the hell was a tilapia until he tasted it. 

One more thing Jensen learned today, rich people equal healthy home-cooked diets. Honestly, tofu had never tasted that great in his life until now.

“So, um, you’re a stay-at-home dad, Mr. Grayson?”

John’s dad smiled and took a sipped of his white wine. The way he drank oozed refinement of someone who lived on the top of the hierarchy. “It does seem like that, doesn’t it? No, actually I’m not. I’m on the board of advisory for Wayne Foundation.”

Wayne Foundation. Of course he was in Wayne Foundation. 

“Really? That’s so cool. My parents and I have come over the building sometimes. It’s always a change of sight in the urban area.”

“Well, it conveys its positioning even on the visual aspect. I only visit the office every now and then though, I mostly take care of things at home.”

“Wow, that’s so admirable. So, what do you do?” 

John’s other dad coughed a little when the question hit. Jensen wasn’t being rude, was he?

“Don’t choke on your food, honey.” Mr. Grayson gave his husband a smile that raised a little hair down the back of Jensen’s neck.

“Well, how do I explain… I take care of shipments and cargoes, in and out of this city and some others.”

“You mean, like, trade and logistics?”

“Yes, somewhat like that. I’m surprised, not a lot of kids your age know those terms of words.”

“Dad, he’s half Asian. Not knowing something is kinda insulting.”

“Yeah right, who am I kidding. He’s not you, I’m sure iGEM couldn’t be easier than separating red and white in a laundry batch, right?”

John turned beet red in a second. Jensen wasn’t sure how to react to that. But, because he was a good person with a kind heart and the will of a hero, he decided to save his best friend's ass.

“So, what do you take care of mostly?” And they were back on the game.

John’s dad coughed again, this time he relaxed himself by chunking down his glass. “Substance…. Medicines. All good things in life. I help the medical industry a lot. And also...adult...limited... equipment.”

Adult limited equipment? He didn’t mean sex toys, right?

This time it was Mr. Grayson choking in his drink. 

“Aaand also I run a liquor shop. That’s right, I have a liquor shop, a French restaurant, a motel, two garages and a newspaper booth. And also an instruction compan-Ouch!”

What the…

“Nothing. I just...bit on my own tongue...” He glanced over to Mr. Grayson, who calmly ate his food like he wasn’t even interested in the conversation. 

“...I thought you work in trade and logistics.”

“A man can multitask, young man.”

“That much?”

“Hey, nothing is impossible if you know how to dream big and work hard.”

“Wow, that’s so inspiring...Hold on, last time John told me you work in the supply sector.”

“Okay, who’s ready for dessert?”

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Lunch was a disaster. If grandpa suddenly visiting with an out of character announcement and a heart to heart talk was a third-degree disaster, this was a fifth-degree.

Now not only John was gonna die a virgin, he was gonna die a lonely virgin. 

Now that they found peace in John’s room and finally, finally, got to studying, a new problem arose.

Was it John or Jensen was being too cool with everything?

“Jensen,”

“Hold on, I’m wrestling with number 9 on Earth Science.”

“You already got to number 9?”

“Hey, I skipped 5 and 7.”

See, he was acting totally normal. And that got John’s pants all twisted. 

He thought about it, really. If he was Jensen, he would be taking this so easily like this. It was just the other day when he half-joked about wanting to visit one of the Wayne Towers… Well, now he had skipped all the steps and jumped his ass on the penthouse on top of one of those buildings. 

John was still fidgeting for his words when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Papa came in all dressed up with orange slices, ice creams and juices. “I hope you guys can catch a break.”

“Thank you, Mr. Grayson.”

“Don’t stress too much. John, if there’s anything too difficult, just call Aunt Babs or Uncle Tim, okay?”

“Okay.”

Jensen pulled John over and whispered in his ears. “By Uncle Tim, did he mean Timothy Drake? The ex W.E CEO?”

“Yeah, that’s my uncle.”

Papa went over to ruffle his head. “You and Dad take care of dinner tonight, roger? I forgot some papers at the penthouse so I have to go get them now. After that, I have a meeting at Wayne Tower until 7, so I’d probably be home late.”

“Okay.”

“You two have fun. And Jensen,”

“Yes?”

“You just tell my husband whenever you want to go home. He’ll send someone.”

He shut the door just in time for the two of them to hear him calling after Dad asking if the car had arrived. Next to John, Jensen’s eyes were glowing.

Ah, here they went again.

“He looks like he just walked off a runway.”

Okay, on his defense, Papa was a model every now and then.

“How many penthouses do you guys have?”

“Well, just this one and the one top of the Wayne Foundation buil...Hey, I know whatcha doing!”

“What I’m doing?”

“Yeah, that’s right motherfucker. You’ve been hiding it this whole time, but you’re secretly running through your head right. This and that and oh his dad is so handsome, his dog is so big and his other dad looks like the kind of guy who walks off an exploding car with a smoke in his mouth. Well listen here, you can snip those to Gotham Gazette or those Gotham Knight wannabes or whoever you want, my pop is a goddess and Beast is my boy, and my dad can parallel park his Hummer with his legs. Say whatever you want, I may be Princess Mia and you may be Lily, but you’re my Lily! You stick through this shit till the end, you hear me?”

John literally poured his heart out that his head was spinning a little. 

“Did you just refer us as The Princess Diaries?”

“You- you only got that?”

“Dude, you watch The Princess Diaries!?”

“Shut up! My dad made me!” He didn’t. Sorry, dad.

“Can you calm down first?”

“You calm down. I am calm!”

“Why are you yelling!”

And just when John was about to scream back, his dad stuck his head in by the door.

“I knocked, no one listened. You know I can hear you from across the hall, right?”

“Daaaaad!”

“Okay okay, geez.”

Once his dad left, they immediately forgot what to say. It was a break of flow, and John honestly didn’t know if it was a good thing or bad thing. So when Jensen picked up his Earth Science papers and fixed his throat, John knew they were back on the usual pace.

About an hour or two later, when John was biting his nails for a question, Jesen suddenly broke the silence.

“I don’t care, you know.”

John blinked. He almost thought he had heard it wrong . “What?”

“I don’t care about...well, all of this. I don’t have to come here to know you live a different world than mine. Your dad is a celebrity, J, and your other dad.... Well, whoever or whatever he does. I don’t care. You’re kind to me, and you’ve stayed kind even when you can have gone and become one of those guys at our school. But you didn’t, so if you don’t change, why should I?”

John lost his words. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Jensen, it just that… this was a lot to take in. Not even including the vigilantes part, Papa being who he was, Dad being who he was, and them being together and taking John in and giving him all of...this. It sure felt like the universe coming all at once for him. It still put him at daze thinking this was his life from now on in some sleepless nights. 

So he didn’t expect much from his friend. He couldn’t have. 

Guess he must have thought too little of Jensen.

“By the way, your toilet looks more expensive than my healthcare.”

Okay, John took it back. 

“Does this mean you’re gonna forget about the 20 bucks?”

“Oh hey, you owe me 20 bucks, asshole.”

“Oh come one, you live in a castle on the sky, just forget about it.”

“That’s not even my money. My parents gave me that.”

“Right… Hey,”

“Yeah?”

“Did I ever tell you I went to iGEM last year?”

John snorted.

“What’s an iGEM?”

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Jason washed his face and came back with a warm towel. Dick laid spread on the bed, heaving. Just one of those rare nights they went to patrol on peaceful streets and got off early. Well, they better spend the spare energy for some quality time before hitting the bed for real, right?

“Water?”

Dick sat up and leaned over the headboard. “Thank you.”

He drank with eagerness when Jason cleaned him. He had to change the sheet after this. 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah.”

“Still hot?” He swiped Dick’s hair back and checked his forehead.

“Not anymore.” Dick set the bottle down and suddenly grabbed on his arm, pulling him down. The dry towel he set on the table was snatched and flopped on his head. 

Jason knew this cue, so he slipped off the bed, hung Dick’s legs on his shoulders and kissed his thigh as Dick dried his hair. There was a hickey there, just on his calf, what a shame he had to wear pants.

“You slipped today, did you know?”

“Well, gotta give that kid something to think about on the way home.”

“You didn’t have too.” Oh, but the way Dick said it made Jason understand he was smiling mischievously behind his back.

“You know, he’s a very nice kid.”

“I know. The best our punk can have in that school. This is exactly what we wanted for John, you know. Having a nerd friend, crushing over girls, getting bullied and going on fistfights and growing up from all of that. He’s had enough when he was on the street, I wanted him to at least live like a kid for a time. Gotham Academy may sound fancy, but he doesn’t belong there, just like I never did, he’s not gonna get to be a child among those silver spoon licking pricks.”

Dick stopped his hands and touched his cheek, looking down from where he sat on the bed. “I was one of those pricks, you know? The children aren’t...wrong. They just never get to live their ages.”

“I guess being born with a million-dollar last name means you come out of the womb with a speech instead of crying.”

Dick wiggled his toes when he hummed an old Romanian lullaby, the one Jason never knew the name, but remembered every melody. He used to sing this song whenever it rained big enough outside for nightmares to creep in, now? Simply feeling the familiar warmth by his side, did the trick. 

“You know, I never liked the Academy.”

“Really?” That was surprising to know. All the kids at the school never shut up about him.

“Yeah, some kids there were mean, and their parents were even worse. They used to call names behind my back, Circus freak, Gypsy boy, Esmeralda...”

“I’m not even sure if Esmeralda is an insult.”

“You should have seen the Principal’s face when Bruce threatened to cut down financial support if he couldn’t get the situation handled. And things would look worse on papers, right? A billionaire filing a complaint about his son’s study, doesn’t matter if it’s true or not, it’ll be bad for the school. So of course, Bruce was being Bruce, and him doing that only made the situation worse.”

“So what did you do?”

Dick leaned down and kissed his hair. “Nothing. I changed, made friends, became one of them. I survived.” 

Jason took the towel off his shoulder and climbed over his husband. Dick’s stomach was warm, his muscle was decent, but not too hard. Jason’s personal body pillow, very good to heal the soul.

“I won’t let anything like that happen to our John.”

“I know. But when it comes, let it come. I want John to understand how this world works. The sooner he learns, the less painful it will get.”

“It’s like learning Superman is scared of rock.”

“Oh leave Clark out of this. He could be listening.”

“Yeah? Well, I have a better idea.” Jason opened the drawer and took out a condom. “Why don’t we, let’s say, scare him away?”

Dick huffed but he rested his naked leg on Jason’s shoulder. “So young, but that’s a debatable idea.”

The night was still young, just like they were too.

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Season 2; Episode 7: Restraint

Hello all! As you can see in the pairings, this is the first episode where (Y/N) is going to have some romance after Nate. I want to keep it a secret until you read the chapter which is why I don’t include the name in the pairings. Also I’ll probably never write hardcore smut just because I don’t think I’ll be good at it, but please give me any tips you may have about writing smut/mild smut. I’m not really sure if I did a good job or not so any feedback will be extremely helpful! As always constructive criticism is appreciated! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. 

Season 2; Episode 7: Restraint

Pairings: Scott McCall x Twin Sister, Lydia Martin x Best Friend, ?? x Reader

Warnings: very mild smut (more like making out)

Word Count: 2,041

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Lydia brought me home after she finished translating the Kanima pages for us. The minute I was in the house I texted Allison to see if she talked to the boys yet. She hadn’t. Instead she was waiting for me so we could call them together.

I couldn’t stay at her house because Lydia would have gotten suspicious and I don’t need Lydia to think I’m choosing someone else over her. Allison called me and then I called Stiles, making a three way call.

“If Jackson doesn’t know what he’s doing then he probably doesn’t know someone’s controlling him.” Allison says.

“Or doesn’t remember.” Scott adds. 

“What if it’s the same kind of thing that happened to Lydia when she took off from the hospital?” Stiles asks.

“A fugue state.” I say.

“He’d have to forget everything. The murder, coming home...” Scott trails off in thought.

There is a brief moment of silence, then Allison continues, “Getting rid of the blood.”

“But he had help with one thing. The video. Someone else helped him forget that.” Stiles pipes in.

“Probably whoever’s controlling him. I whisper, biting my lip in thought.

“Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?” Allison questions.

“He thinks he’s still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing.” Stiles states.

“So we try to convince him he’s not?” 

“If it helps us figure out who’s controlling him, then yeah.” Scott says.

“You think he’ll talk to us after what we did?” Allison asks.

I scoff as Stiles answers, “Yeah. Totally. Right?”

“Don’t get your hopes up, it’s Jackson we’re talking about after all.” I say before hanging up.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Before first period Allison, Scott, Stiles and I go to the library. The two boys and I make sure we arrive before Allison and meet in a secluded section, where the security cameras cannot see us.

Allison and I stand in one aisle while Scott and Stiles stand in the one beside us. Allison opens her bag and pulls out a tablet, placing it on the shelf between us.

“It’s everything Lydia could translate. And trust us, she was very confused.” Allison says as I nod in agreement.

“What did you tell her?” Scott asks.

“That we’re part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures.”

“I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures.” Stiles says.

I immediately cover my mouth with my hand to hide the smile threatening to appear.

“Does it say how to find out who’s controlling him?” Scott asks.

“Not really. But Stiles was right about murderers. It calls the Kanima a weapon of vengeance. There’s a story in there about a South American priest who used the Kanima to execute murderers in the village-” I don’t get the chance to finish my sentence.

“So maybe it’s not all bad.” Stiles cuts me off.

Allison and I share a look before I continue, “Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to.”

“All bad. All very bad.”

“Here’s the thing, though. The Kanima’s actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can’t be until...” Allison pauses as a teacher passes by us.

Scott starts reading from the tablet, “Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it.”

“If it means Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could’ve told you that myself.” Stiles says.

“What if it has to do with his parents? His real parents.” Allison asks.

“Does anybody actually know what happened to them? (Y/N)?” 

I shake my head, “I’m pretty sure they died when he was still a baby, but I honestly don’t know. Jackson isn’t really someone who openly has heart-to-hearts with his friends. Lydia may know, though.”

“What if she doesn’t know anything?”

“Well,” Allison sighs, “He didn’t get a restraining order against me. So I’ll try talking to him myself.”

“What do I do?” Scott questions.

“You’ve got a make-up exam, remember? For a few hours you need to concentrate on not failing out of high school. Otherwise, you’re not going to be helping anyone.”

Scott looks at Stiles and I. We both nod backing Allison up. “Promise me.” She speaks once more.

Allison reaches a hand between the books, taking his. “Okay. But if Jackson does anything, you run the other way.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“If you get hurt while I’m busy with a stupid test, someone’s going to need to take care of me. If he does anything...” Scott trails off.

“LIke?” Allison prompts.

“Anything weird, bizarre, anything.”

Stiles then pops his head through the shelf, “Anything evil.”

Allison nods then pushes his face back as I shake my head and mumble, “Dork.”

*_*_*_*_*_*

I run a hand through my hair as I lean against the wall to take off my heels for a minute. I sigh and walk down the empty hall. Just as I turn the corner I nearly crash into someone. “You scared the hell out of me.” The person exclaims.

I let out a breath as I looked up at Matt, “I could say the same to you.”

“Nice heels.”

I look down at the black heels in my hand, “Oh. They’re new and bothering my feet.”

I bend back down to pull my heels on once more, “Same reason I never wear mine.” Matt jokes.

I lightly chuckle, “Funny.”

He opens his mouth to say something then pauses. I raise an eyebrow, “Yes?”

He takes a breath, like he’s trying to get the nerves to talk to me, “Did you hear about the underground show? I guess they’ve got some big name spinning.”

“You mean like a rave?”

“Is it still a rave if you don’t roll? I just call it a concert. I’ve got a hook-up for tickets if you’re down. Should I grab you one?”

“Uh... Like a date?”

“I mean, only if you want it to be one.”

I awkwardly smile, “I’m not really sure if I’m ready to start dating again.”

“That’s fine. It can be two friends hanging out then.”

I bite my lip, “Yeah. Sure.” I agree hesitantly.

“All right, cool. It’s Friday.”

“Looking forward to it.” I watch as he walks off down the hall.

*_*_*_*_*_*

At the end of the school day I find Stiles, “I can’t bring you home unless you want to wait for detention to get out.”

I gape at him, “What did you do now?”

“Why do you think I did something?” I raise an eyebrow, “It was Scott and Jackson who got into a fight. Harris just threw everyone that was around them in detention too.”

“Who else?”

“Erica, Allison, and Matt.”

I scrunch up my face, “Have fun in detention. I’ll figure out another way to get home.”

***

After getting a ride home from Lydia, who still hasn’t told me about what she wanted to talk to Allison and I about, I sit on my bed doing some homework and contemplating who could be controlling the Kanima. So far I have nobody on the mental list. So clearly I’m doing great.

My ears strain as I hear a noise downstairs. I slowly slide my notebook off my lap, placing it on my nightstand. I then quickly grab the metal baseball bat from underneath my bed. I grip it tightly in my hands as I move quietly down the stairs, my eyes rapidly moving to take in every inch of the room in front of me.

I hear a sound from my left and swing with all my strength.

“God, (Y/N). You have a damn powerful swing for someone so tiny.” The person says.

“What the hell are you doing in my house?” I look on in shock as Isaac grips the bat, stopping it just inches from his face.

“Maybe I was hoping to catch you in the shower.” He smirks.

I scoff, “You’re disgusting. Seriously what are you doing here?” I gently place the metal bat at our feet.

“I was going to talk to you at school but you were too busy getting asked on a date.”

I roll my eyes, “It’s not a date. I don’t like Matt like that.”

“Does he know that?”

“I told him I wasn’t ready to start dating again.”

“That doesn’t mean you don’t like him. And trust me, he likes you a lot.”

“Why does this concern you? Oh wait, it doesn’t.” I respond.

“Maybe it concerns me because I like you?” He says it as more of a question.

I narrow my eyes at him, “Are you asking or telling me?”

He smirks but stays quiet. I suddenly realize just how close the two of us are. His smirk widens, probably because he can hear just how fast my heart is beating at the revelation. “I really want to kiss you right now.” He mumbles.

Before I can stop myself I whisper, “Then what’s stopping you?” In an instant his lips cover mine, one of his hands are on my waist while the other is tangled in my hair. Both of my hands are tightly gripping onto his shirt trying to bring our bodies closer together.

I release the death grip I have on his shirt to instead lightly pull on his curly hair. He brings both of his hands to my butt muttering a ‘jump’ through the kiss. I do as he says then quickly pull away for breath. “My room,” I gasp out. He nods then starts to climb the steps as I lightly suck and nibble on his neck.

Isaac kicks my door shut as he lets out a low growl. He gently lays me on my bed and rips his shirt off, climbing on top of me. Our lips attach once more, his hands roughly grabbing at my hips, pushing my shirt up. We quickly break apart only to pull my shirt off then reattach our lips for a third time.

I break the kiss again so I can catch my breath, Isaac uses this moment to stat kissing my chest. Instinctively I push my chest closer to him as I moan out his name, “Isaac.” My hands grip his shoulders and legs wrap around his waist.

He places sloppy kisses on my chest and neck as my hands start to wander down to his jeans. I start to unbutton his pants but he stops me, pulling away. “What’s wro-” I cut myself off as his breathing becomes heavier and his claws start to grow from his fingertips. He quickly backs away from me and closes his hand into a tight fist.

“Isaac...” I tentatively whisper, slightly nervous that he won’t be able to regain control.

I sit up as he answers, “I’m alright.” He turns back around and opens his hands. His claws are now replaced by fingernails. “Maybe we shouldn’t try that again until I have control.”

I nod in agreement. Then quirk an eyebrow, “So you think we’re going to try that again?”

All he does is reaches down and tosses me my shirt with a small smile on his face. “Thanks,” I mumble as we fix ourselves. “I’m guessing that wasn’t the original reason why you came here?”

He looks at me and hesitates to answer, “No. Derek thinks you know who the Kanima is.”

“Derek’s a smart guy. I’m sure he can put it together.” I stand up and cross my arms as I answer.

“That’s all I’m going to get?” Isaac raises an eyebrow.

I nod, “And you won’t be telling anyone what happened between us if you want it to happen again. I don’t need my brother freaking out about me sleeping with a werewolf.”

Isaac smirks, “Are you sure you’re not concerned about what your date might think? Also, you think we’re going to try that again?”

I roll my eyes and flip him off but can’t stop the smile that falls onto my lips, “I already told you, it’s not a date. And about this,” I gesture between us, “You’re hot. So I personally don’t mind doing this again. Now get out of my house.”

[brookestudiesbio]

Hello everybody! My name is Brooke and I am a nineteen year old college student. 

      I have been in college for a year now, and lost track of my studyblr. I fell into a pretty bad hole after COVID hit, but managed to maintain a 3.86 solely because I changed a few classes to credit/no credit. I took a few classes this summer as well, and did not do well in my introductory chemistry course. I would’ve been fine had I actually kept up with my bullet journal and studying, but I didn’t. While there is nothing I can do about that, I was able to find another way to fill this prerequisite. I have been doing chemistry prep through an online service that will allow me entrance into my general chemistry class. I am actually almost completed with it so I’m super excited about that. 

Enough about that though. Here is a little more about me. 

I am a biology major. 

I plan on specifying either clinical lab studies or biomedical.

I am premed. I will probably attend UC Davis for medical school, but Stanford is my reach school. 

I either want to be an ER doctor or a Forensic Pathologist but I am definitely keeping my eyes and heart open to other ideas. 

I am apart of Phi Mu. I rushed this spring and have been loving every minute of it, even virtually. If you are on the fence I encourage you to go greek. 

I volunteer with 7 Cups and with Vitalant. 

I bullet journal and do digital art. Other hobbies include reading and video games. 

I have three dogs. 

I listen to l i t e r a l l y every genre of music.

My Current Schedule: 

     This semester I am taking 18 credits. I have to so I stay on track for my projected graduation. 

CHEM 1A- General Chemistry (5 credits)

HRS 119 - Classical Mythology (3 credits)

Either MATH 29 or 31 Precal or calculus 2. (4 credits) Long story but basically I placed higher at a local JC and im on a waitlist for a calc 1 summer course. I havent been placed in it yet but i meet the requirements and have done all the homework and exams. The school is just behind on petitions.

NURS 160 -  Human Sexuality (3 credits) 

SWRK 102- Introduction to Social Justice and Diversity (3 credits)

Goals:

     My main goal this semester is getting a 4.0. I know I can even with my job. I just really really need to kick my procrastination in the butt and up my time management game.

Afterword:

I know everything I wrote is pretty lengthy, but thank you to those of you who read it. If you ever want to study together just hit me up and we can call on zoom. It is important to keep spirits high in times like this. I hope you all are happy and healthy, and that your loved ones are too. Tata for now. 

[2ugars]

ੈ♡˳ having a crush on hyuck, part one.

an au of the high school senior!hyuck au.

you met your best friend, dahyun, when you were in seventh grade

after the little science experiment mishap during the second half of the year that involved bubbles and the weird smell of pee,

you and dahyun were almost inseparable!

you loved her lots

especially when she made you cry from laughter instead of crying over some boy who pushed you over during a field trip

you knew everything about her

she’d hiccup when she’d get scared,

she likes the color blue the most and absolutely despises hot pink,

dahyun’s nickname is duckie,

and finally, she was an only child!

cue:                                                                      donghyuck

you: “have you heard of lee donghyuck? the one who face-planted in the mud while looking for soil samples for ms. berklee’s science class? i heard he’s a bit strange…”

dahyun, laughing nervously: “yeah… that’s.         he’s my twin brother”

you:

you: “i’m sorry what”

THSI WAS LIKE A MONTH INTO UR BEST FRIENDSHIP OK LAMAO

but yeah not the best way to be Informed that there are actually two (2) of your best friend,

just .

one is a little . . . . . . .. 

dumber

and louder

and

boy-er

than the first one

turns out dahyun’s the oldest twin by three minutes

and apparently those three minutes was enough time for dahyun to absorb Mental Older Sibling Energy

there were plenty of situations where you found yourself having to endure a bickering session between (literally and figuratively) the two

donghyuck’s salty that he’s the younger one and dahyun uses those three minutes to her advantage for the better

and for the worse

frankly, it was a little awkward between you and donghyuck at first because you didn’t know how to act around your best friend’s . twin brother. . . …. . ..

like one day when you were in eighth grade you went to the lee household

and it turned out dahyun was still off somewhere running errands for mama lee

so the one who accompanied you until dahyun arrived,

was none other than donghyuck !

(thereafter, mama lee would always force him to accompany you if ever that happened again)

(it was only until you guys started being okay w each other that he accompanied you without mama lee asking)

(rip)

you were in the living room with a sort of tense, awkward silence between you two.

but maybe it was just you being paranoid!!!!!

because there hyuck was, in all his thirteen-year-old boy glory,

playing slither io with an ice cream power cap dangling from the corner of his mouth,

completely ignoring you as you scrolled through social media.

he didn’t turn to talk to you at all throughout the hour dahyun was away

and when she finally arrived,

he looked up,

spotted her,

then gathered his belongings,

before going straight to his room.

you: “bro does your brother hate me”

dahyun: “??????no??????i’ll beat him up if he does?????why???”

you: “idk, it just feels like he does…”

dahyun: “look, honestly, if he doesn’t talk to you, it actually means he’s pretty comfy. not that comfortable, obviously, but comfortable enough. you know?”

you: “ .       huh”

dahyun: “it’s weird. he’s weird. you’re fine.”

after dahyun’s constant reassurances that “everything was fine” and that he was pretty ~~~chill~~~

you forced yourself to started regularly treating donghyuck like you would a good or close friend

by the time you did so, the three of you were in junior year

and it all began w Food

you would offer the boy a bite of your food every now and then and at first, he would politely say no

a month later into the school year, you’d offer and he would agree

three months in, he started to ask if he could have a bite

six months in, he would come over if you had food, wordlessly take a bite, and waddle away while muffling out what sounded like a “thanks”

in senior year (currently),

once everything between you and hyuck settled into place,

he would quietly stand beside you until you would offer

and he would lean over and take a huge bite

that one would result in a Very Violent kick to the Butt

it’s all fun and games!!!!!11!!

donghyuck started teasing you and making fun of you

like you had your hair up in a bun once, okay

you were walking down the school hallways, minding your own business

then you hear someone running up behind you

and suddenly grabbing hold of your bun and using it as if it was a shifter with Vroom Vroom noises to finish!!!

u look up,,,,,,, ,, , ,

to see hyuck smiling at u very cheekily

(he’s so h*ckin annoygin.   god .)

and you’ve whacked him so much to the point he’d flinch

and cover his stomach every time you’d move your hand towards him

(you apologized profusely the first time you noticed and he, of course, played victim even if he wasn’t at all bothered)

you’d exchange fondly exasperated looks with dahyun

together,

w ur Best Friend Telepathy

ur ……. Palepathy. if u will .

i’ll stop now i PROMISE

whenever hyuck would do somethig stupid

which was all the time

it’s a wonder how your eyes aren’t stuck to the back of your head with how much you rolled your eyes at him

things were fine!

fine and dandy!

until he starts seeming like . not a good friend

soon he starts seeming like a b*y

a very C*te one at that

a C*te B*y

and so what do u do w this newfound information?

well u panic of course!

and it went a little smth like this:

donghyuck approaches you after school one day, having just come from his chinese class,

while you start to place your books and laptop in your bag.

when you see him, you find it odd, knowing that he doesn’t really visit you at your locker (especially if dahyun wasn’t there)

but you nonetheless beam up at him when he walks up to you.

“tired?” you ask him, noticing that his usually bright eyes have a dull, sleepy glaze to them.

he nods, smiling at you slightly. “liu laoshi had us do a writing exam for the first hour of class. i spent half that time looking outside.”

“there’s not much of a view outside, though,” you say, an amused smile playing on your lips.

“eh, the sky’s gray enough for me to be entertained.” he gently gives a knock on dahyun’s locker door. “did she get the chocolates?”

“yup, it’s still there,” you say, opening her locker (dahyun never used the lock) and revealing the surprisingly organized interior — which is a contrast to your messy locker with old assignments pushed to the back and books precariously piled atop each other.

one square of chocolate sits neatly on dahyun’s ap biology book.

donghyuck snorts. “god, she really had to leave it for an after-school snack, huh??”

“you know your sister.” you respond laughingly. “how’d you know that someone put chocolate in her locker anyways??”

the boy squints at you.

“oh, it was you??”

“obviously. who else?? no one in this school likes dahyun enough to get her chocolate. psh.”

you whack his chest. “you say that as if she wasn’t nominated, and won, class president of senior year.”

donghyuck grins widely, cackling as he backs up a step to avoid your hit. when the both of you settle down, he leans forward to peek into your locker. you follow his line of sight, suddenly getting embarrassed from the chaos within your locker.

“i was gonna give you one too, but i didn’t want to place it on your—“

“my papers? don’t worry, it’s a mess in there anyways—“

“no, your little blanket.”

he briefly picks up said your blanket — a lap blanket;

one that’s a very pale lilac with cute white hearts embroidered onto the fluffy cloth, one that’s mostly to chase the classroom chill away during classes with dr. grace, and one that’s being held by donghyuck right now. he rubs the material between his fingers, seemingly entertained by the softness.

“you can use it if ever you want to take a nap during study hall,” you say.

he contemplates for a moment then throws the thing back inside, closing your locker door. “nah. unlike you, i actually do work during my study hall.” he quips, then straightens, looking down at you with an air of importance.

“shut up,” you say, pushing at his bicep in retaliation.

then you spot a stray eyelash on his cheek while he’s talking, and you’re humming to show that you’re listening to him rant about soccer, and on impulse, you reach up,

and brush it away.

it’s a minuscule moment.

it’s fleeting.

and you don’t think too much of it, because it’s over and done with in literally a second.

but when you get it off of him, you don’t notice that hyuck is looking at you very intently.

more people start exiting classrooms and heading to their lockers and with this, you absentmindedly return to packing up your bag. you look up to see hyuck standing there, his gaze elsewhere.

“i’ll see you later?”

hyuck’s eyes meet yours and he smiles. “yeah. maybe sooner, actually, since you basically live at our house now.”

“your parents love me is why.”

he gags.

“go away,” you laugh, pushing him away. he giggles then leaves with a small skip in his step, and you see him tackle jeno just as the poor boy steps foot from his honors algebra class.

you shake your head fondly and close your locker door after retrieving your scarf, leaning on the door as you wait for dahyun.

it doesn’t take long for you to recall the situation at hand just minutes ago,

and when you lean your head back to close your eyes to ease a short dizzy spell……

a jarring thought enters your mind.

i never realized there was a mole under hyuck’s eye. was it a mole? a freckle? trick of the light? fleck of stardust, perhaps?

wait.

what the heck.

you raise your head so quickly you see stars, some of which, you realize in frustration, closely resemble the moles on hyuck’s neck.

dahyun appears next to you with a bright smile and a heavy backpack and gives you a strange look as she opens her locker.

“you good there?” she asks, popping the chocolate into her mouth while beginning to take some unneeded books from her bag to lighten the load.

you laugh sheepishly. “uh…yeah.”

“alright. you coming over later?”

“don’t think so,” you say after thinking about it.

“homework?”

“yeah,” you smile as the both of you start walking out of the building, “i have some research to do.”

later……,,,,,,

google search: wht do u do if u start likign ur best friend’s twin brotheaaaAAAA NO

you close your laptop lid with a firm thud and move it away from you, hugging your legs to your chest

you Don’t knwo what the HEK TO DO!!!!!!!!!!

because here you are, unsure if you have feelings for your best friend’s brother and oh no, you’re really hoping donghyuck didn’t think you were some type of weirdo for keeping a little blanket in your locker, it’s just that dr. grace’s classroom is so damn cold and—

wait 

When Did This Ever Both er y you

you fall backwards onto your bed, looking at the ceiling, mind discombobulated

in the following few weeks, as you battle with your emotions and what’s left of your sanity

(thanks, senioritis!)

you start noticing things you’ve never noticed about you and hyuck that happens so frequently,

with so much ease,

and nonchalance .

you always knew that he was fine with sharing food, that was for sure, but has he always been so tall that he needed to actually bend over a little to take a bite from your croissant?

the answer is yes.

unfortunately.

and what is with boys (donghyuck, mostly) and their tendency to crack thumb knuckles????? (yours, specifically)

it was only until recently that you noticed how at ease and how gentle hyuck is when he takes your hand in his, 

that oftentimes you don’t pay mind to him, your attention more focused on people you’re talk to or your work,

and the only time you’d entertain his knuckle-cracking ministrations would be when he’d look at you to gauge your reaction

and you’d give him an enthusiastic nod as a good job, you have relieved the arthritis in my thumb!!!!! my savior!!!!!

and every time you’d forget your jacket or cardigan at home, you’d simply walk up to him and look at him a certain way and he’d sigh and take his hoodie from his locker and chuck it at you

hyuck: “you’re doing this on purpose aren’t you”

you: “no i swear this’ll be the last time i’ll ask you for your hoodie—“

hyuck: “the last time you said ‘last time’ was FOUR DAYS AGO”

you: “but—“

hyuck: “AND YOU DON’T EVEN ASK ANYMORE, YOU JUST STAND THERE.”

you: “???????but—???”

hyuck: “AND LIKE. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO. SAY NO???”

you: “i mean…you could say no if it bothered you that muc—“

hyuck: “OF COURSE NOT!!!!!!!! i swear it’s like pavlov’s dog all over again…”

you: “what…what’s the correlation…”

hyuck: “bro .   Bro. every time you’re within a two-step radius, i catch myself taking my hoodie off.”

you: “that isn’t???? that isn’t remotely related to—????????”

hyuck: “this is borderline SEXUAL HARASSMENT.”

you: “!??!?!??!?!?!?!??!?!?!??!”

coincidentally, hyuck would have a brief five minute break during a class at the same time you would have a study hall

on days he’d feel tired or bored, he’d come and visit you in the library where you would be working or reading

all he would do is flop on the chairs across from you, complain about the assignments, maybe doze a little, and then head on his way back to class

on the days he’d feel a little more human thanks to the wonderful invention that is Hot Bean Juice (…….coffee….)

he’d linger behind you while you’re seated on the chair,

hands placed on the backboard of said chair and on either side of your frame

and literally. hovering over you.

so that if you looked up, the tip of your nose would poke at his chest

on the days that he’d feel clingier, he’d flop down next to you, especially if you were on a couch, and lean against you briefly to take a look at what you’re working on

and the thing is!!!

THE THING IS!!!!!!!!

his class is on the other side of the building!!!!!!and two floors up!!!!!!!

so he has to RUN!!!!!!to get back to class sometimes!!!!!!

and when you realized this!!!!!! !!cue heart malfunction goodbye, y/n

you try not to overthink it

you really do

but it’s hard

even still, you try not to distance yourself too much with donghyuck

because you know that it’s not fair for him to feel confused even if you feel confused

so you act as if everything is fine!

which, really, it is, for the most part

you still walk with the lee twins upstairs to your lockers before school starts and downstairs to your buses after school

if dahyun is running late or has to go somewhere to do something, donghyuck and you still go ahead and walk together

you still punch him when he makes fun of you or when he scares you

he still makes you shriek from laughter and snort out milk from your nostrils

“i might as well be a quarter in love with your brother,” you jokingly said to dahyun in sophomore year, and she gagged in response before throwing her head back, laughing.

you’d said this right after donghyuck tried to trip renjun while renjun was skipping down the hallways. donghyuck ended up being choked.

but he was laughing hysterically, hiccuping in between giggles, and the scene had made you squeal softly and your heart do a weird spasm thing.

everything was the same.

the only difference was that you were probably a little more than a quarter in love with donghyuck, at this point

maybe two-thirds?

yeah

maybe

it’ll fade away soon, you tell yourself.

winter break is coming soon.

three weeks is enough time for your crush on your best friend’s twin brother to fade away, right???

right…??

(hint:      no.)