#also now im scared one or two of them might not be offical and if theyre not someone tellme and ill delete the whole thing asap

[flyingspicerack]

So my brainworms made me edit together my own phone wallpaper of ichimatsus ….. it took 3 days on and off

Your honor, i like him, or better yet, i love him

Feel free to use if u like, its all with official art and screenshots

[binsito]

Bestie idea..cuz I have dad!skz on my mind a lot .....laundry room quickies or quickies while baby sleeps

With any of them 😫😫😫😫

i propose to you.. ot8 dad!skz 😝 (i have been incredibly unwell after seeing chan with those babies..)

(i started this in 2023 but that above statement still holds true)

also not all of these involve laundry rooms and/or sleeping so i hope you don't mind bc i didn't want to be redundant with the scenarios! :]

warning: parenthood! pretty tame ngl! just lots of sex with dad!skz 🤤 unprotected piv, pet names such as "baby," "good girl," etc in a sexual setting, i believe minho is the only one that is specified as a boyfriend rather than a husband but who gives a fuck, jeongin has slight somno, a few might have slight exhibitionism/voyeurism/semi public sex but nothing crazy, cum, uhh fingering, mentions of oral, breeding in some, tit play, yeah!

bangchan: he's busy, you're busy - it's only a matter of time before you both just explode. he works hard at his office job and he's sick of getting business calls even on the weekend. so he decides to cash out some of his vacation hours just to spend time with you and your sweet baby.

god, he is so lucky..

seeing you take on a motherly role shouldn't be making him feel so fuzzy but he can't help it, you're just gorgeous, so natural at it. he takes it upon himself to help you put the baby to sleep while you do chores around the house.

he startles you when he creeps up behind you as you fold his clothes, letting you know the baby is asleep while he starts kissing on your neck. it gives you goosebumps, you can't remember the last time you had been intimate with chan and it's turning you to putty in his hands.

"what if we had another, hm?"

you try hard not to break out in a laugh - he would definitely have to find a way to juggle work, two babies and a wife efficiently but you knew that was his breeding kink talking.

"you want another baby, channie?" you giggle, playing along with it because you know it gets him going.

"mhm.. another wouldn't hurt right?" he whispers in your ear as he slips his hands under your shirt to squeeze at your bare skin.

before you could even protest, he had you bent over, face between your legs as he prepped you to take him - laundry long forgotten.

you were honestly a little scared of the stretch.. bracing yourself as he inched his cock inside you gently. his grunts and nails digging into your skin was a sign of how tight he was finding you. your cunt around him was driving him crazy and he knew he was going to have a hard time pulling out but what's one more little one, right?

minho: 'im coming back from work now, babe.'

'don't wear anything under your pjs.. im coming straight to you'

those text messages from your boyfriend left you reeling.

of course you followed his request obediently!

you had laid your baby to bed not long ago and you were hoping it would be a peaceful night - no crying or waking up in the middle of the night.

you had made sure to really tire him out to ensure he was out like a light.

and when you heard the front door to your apartment open, anticipation began to boil in your tummy at what awaited you.

you could hear minho fumbling with his belt down the hall before approaching your shared bedroom. cock already half pulled out by the time he reached you, shit eating grin plastered on his face.

"d'you prep yourself for me?"

you nodded, knowing he wanted you wet for him to take for when he got home. you were always so sweet to him, always knew exactly what he needed before he even asked.

he kissed you gently as he tugged your night gown up, the coldness of the air making you shiver a bit as he ran a finger down your wet slit. he angled his cock at your entrance and pushed in, letting your cunt envelop him. god, it felt so good to be deep inside of you - he was absolutely crazy about you.

just the feeling of having you around him could make him cum-

the baby monitor goes off, crying loud through the speaker.

"shit.. i got him.." he sighed out, quickly fixing himself as you laughed at him.

you could tell how frustrated he was over having blue balls but fatherly duties were awaiting him.

changbin: baby is out with his parents and as much as you love your little one (who is an exact copy of changbin), you are so glad to finally have the house and your binnie to yourself.

he couldn't contain his excitement much either, his mom wouldn't be back until two with the baby so he made sure to enjoy every second he could with you. he barely let you finish having breakfast before he was tugging you over to the couch. he would've taken you on the counter but

1). it might've been uncomfy for you and he's a gentleman!

2.) despite how needy he was, he wanted to have some decorum!

it felt so good to have his hands roaming your body, he always made sure to be delicate with you. he kissed you so sweetly and was shocked when you broke the kiss so suddenly, a whimper leaving his pouty lips. you smiled and just assured him it was because you wanted to be on top this time.

you?

on top?

who was binnie to deny his gorgeous wife the pleasure of riding him? especially when he would get the perfect view of your nice tits and pretty face. so he laid back, watching as you took a deep breath and aligned his cock with your entrance, breath hitching at the initial breach. his cock thick and heavy but so so good inside of you. your hands planted firmly on his chest as you set a steady bounce, moaning his name as he played with your nipples.

it was so easy to lose yourself to the feeling of his cock, so much so that the ringing of the doorbell almost went unnoticed.

shit.

was grandma and grandpa back so soon with the baby?

no fair, you were just getting started!

hyunjin: hyunjin had just helped put the baby down so you could go take a quick shower. your baby was just as clingy as he was, always throwing a fit if you weren't constantly showering him with kisses.

you didn't mind though, you loved both of your sweet boys and you were so thankful that hyune was such a great dad.

it felt nice to take a peaceful shower after such a long day, the water soothing any worries you might've had.

you heard the door to the bathroom open and some rustling as someone opened the shower curtain and got in.

"baby.." you laughed, knowing damn well it was hyunjin behind you. he just giggled and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"little one's asleep.. let me just have this with you really quick." he mumbled against your skin

hand reaching to your front so he could find your clit, rubbing softly as you let out a relieved sigh

"you sure he won't wake up?" you whispered

"no, but if he does, he's in the bassinet right outside next to our bed, babe. don't worry okay?"

his words reassured you as you relaxed into his touch, letting his fingers work at you as you leaned your head back into him. all he wanted was to bring you pleasure, he loved watching your pretty face contort and call his name out softly.

"gonna cum for me, angel? c'mon.. let go.." he whispered against your ear, kissing it softly. it gave you goosebumps and the way his fingers diligently rubbed you made your orgasm wash over you.

after showering (and letting him taste you after his endless begging), you both headed out into the room, baby still sleeping soundly.

jisung: there was nothing more exhausting to jisung than having a family dinner.

it was so stressful.

all the catching up and conversations clashing with one another from all sides of the table. at least your baby seemed entertained, playing with spoons while the waiter took everyone's order.

if jisung didn't step out soon, he feared he would literally explode. his parents kept bombarding him with questions and he felt like your family always questioned his worth as a suitable partner and dad.

you always made sure to let him know that you loved him and that he was perfect regardless what he or anyone thought. as soon as you noticed him zoning out and struggling to engage with the family, you excused yourself, asking your mom to watch over the baby while you stepped out with jisung, going on a short walk around the restaurant where you could talk in private.

"baby i-i'm sorry are you mad-"

"what? no.. i needed some fresh air. it was too noisy and stuffy in there.

you're doing your best y'know? im proud of you." you smiled softly at him while giving him a soft peck. you dug into your purse for his cigarettes and handed him one, grabbing the lighter and bringing the flame to the tip once he put the stick in his mouth.

"you gotta relax before going back in there though.." you whispered.

he was always able to relax when he was alone with you, you were comforting. he began blowing some smoke while his hands came up to cup your tits. squeezing them tightly which earned him a mewl. soon he was lowering the top of your dress down to reveal your chest to him, playing with your nipples between his fingers as if your breasts were some type of stress ball for him. you'd laugh at him if you didn't love the sensation of his fingers on you so much. he tossed his cigarette once he got tired of it, preferring to latch on to one of your tits instead.

"c-c'mon ji.. let's not get carried away.. we gotta get back.." you weakly said, but having to cut this short was proving to be difficult for the both of you.

once he got his fix (although if he was honest, he was still craving you), he let go with a loud pop, pulling your top back up with a smile

"thank you, doll.. i think i got the energy to kiss your dad's ass now." he joked.

"hope our princess is surviving his horrible baby talk." you giggled

felix: you and felix had planned a huge party for your baby's first birthday. everyone you both knew was invited, including the baby's eight uncles who loved spoiling her rotten. it was an outdoor party in your backyard, you had even gone as far as renting out a bouncy house for the older kids and a fun kid sprinkler so they could play in the water.

felix was in charge of food, he had spent the whole day on the grill outside making ribs and hot dogs before bringing them inside to set up everything nicely. you followed after him to help, putting everything out on aluminum pans so that people could pick what they wanted from each container.

"good job, babe, these taste great." you smile as you swallowed the piece of meat you had tasted.

he leaned in to kiss you, pulling you in close. he was so happy to get to celebrate your baby's birthday with such a big and wonderful family.

"baby's havin' fun out there. look at her playin' with the water." he giggled as he peeked outside

"what if we had fun of our own? everyone seems to be having a blast out there.." you teased him, hand coming to cup him through his shorts.

you didn't have to tell him twice, pulling himself out of his shorts as you fell to your knees for him. you knew you had to be quick incase anyone came in asking for the bathroom. thank god the kitchen island covered you from anyone who might've looked from the outside in.

felix was so sensitive and the idea of someone walking in made him quickly blow his load in your mouth which you gratefully accepted, licking your lips before you gave his tip a soft kiss.

seungmin:

family vacation was going great! you and seungmin finally got a chance to take your baby out on a trip and spend the weekend at a nice resort alongside other members of your family. it was nice to have a group of you together to enjoy some time away from your stressful lives.

the baby was having fun at the pool in his new floaty and didn't want to leave the water yet so you left him with his auntie while you and seungmin got washed up.

but seungmin was feeling quite handsy the whole day, especially now since you were both along in your room. he tugged on your bathing suit strap and smiled devilishly as your top fell down and exposed your chest.

"minnie we have to get ready for dinner, c'mon.."

"i'm getting ready! see? swim trunks off"

you rolled your eyes as he showed you his hard cock, his hand stroking it to entice you. the mere sight of your husband like that made you want to jump his bones.

"make it quick, hurry." but your voice sounded weak, desperate.

he bent you over the nearest surface and stuffed you full of his cock, not wasting a second where he could be inside of you. he knew he had to be fast, it would only be a matter of time before your sister would be knocking at your door with the baby.

the way he was tugging at your hair had you seeing stars, cock relentlessly hitting your sweet spot. you felt like you'd collapse under him if he kept this pace up but it was too good to protest.

"minnie.. oh god.. c-can the baby sleep with your mom tonight please? please.. n-need more of this.. need you!"

he just laughed at you, giving you a sharp spank.

"what am i supposed to tell her? my wife wants me to fuck her stupid on our family vacation? you want me to tell her how bad you want my cock?"

jeongin: "innie.." you giggled, nudging him gently.

he was not budging at all. you didn't blame him though, it was his night to check on the baby if he started crying and unfortunately for him it was a really difficult night to put him to bed.

you got under the covers and shuffled down until you were face to face with his crotch, rubbing him gently and watching as he grew in his pants.

he began to stir once you pulled him out, licking at his tip and feeling him start to sit up. he lifted the covers slightly to see you taking his cock in your mouth, popping off with a smile.

"happy birthday, baby.." you whispered

he smiled softly and cupped your cheek to bring you up and out from underneath the covers, he kicked the sheets off and pulled you on top of him.

"perfect way to start my morning, hm?" he teased, squeezing your ass tightly before tugging your shorts and panties to the side. his cock prodded against your entrance as he kissed you hungrily.

"finish what you started." he instructed as you began to slowly sink down on him, taking his cock like the good girl you were.

"fuck, jeongin.. need you to cum inside me so bad.."

it was so hard to contain your moans, biting your lip harshly to keep quiet.

"still on birth control, baby?" he asked, eyes hazy because your cunt felt so tight on him and it was making him delirious.

you shook your head, smiling at him playfully.

"gonna make me a daddy on my birthday? huh?" he grunted as he helped you bounce on him, he thrusted up into you and gripped your hips painfully tight.

"shiiit.. gonna cum in this pussy.. pump a baby in you.. give you my seed. will you take it? you're gonna take it."

please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito

[subrenaspade]

Twisted Wonderland x Reader :No Place For Children Heartslaybul Pt. 1

This story is just some cute fluff I thought that some of you all would enjoy. There might be some cursing, that's all I can think of at the moment. The reader does have a bit of a backstory, giving her a little bit of OC vibes, but besides some background elements the rest is up to you. I only write Female, if that bothers you I'm sorry, I'm used to writing female and I keep having to go back to take away she/her pronouns. 

I do plan to make a series but more along the lines of while in this dorm for one chapter then while in this dorm for this other chapter.

A little background about the MC in my story so you're not all too lost. The MC used to suffer from androphobia (A fear of men), that has to do with some past trauma That I might go into more detail about later on if I decide to continue this story. The MC is also a Orphan losing her father at four, then her mother at fourteen, so there will be mention of family. The MC spent all her time in foster care, due to her mother being an orphan herself and her fathers family disowning him. 

:(Prologue)

Heartslaybul: pt one (you are here)

Savanaclaw: Soon

Octavinelle: Soon

Scarabia: Soon

Pomefiore: Soon

Ignihyde: Soon

Diasomnia: Soon

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The second Riddle had caught sight of the troublesome duo, they had collars around their necks. They also got stuck on hedgehog duty, by themselves may I add. About an hour after arriving (Name) Woke up in the arms of Trey who, let's be honest, was using her as an excuse for some quiet time. (Name) pulled away from the green haired man with glasses with a start, confused about her surroundings. A hand was placed on her head, making her stop frantically looking around. 

“Don't worry, (Name). You are just at Heartslabyul, our dorm.” Trey explained, the girl slowly relaxed at his gentle words. “How was your rest? You where really tired.” Trey laughed a little. (Name) nodded her head as she rubbed some of the lingering sleepiness from her eyes. 

“Oh! (Nickname) is awake! Hey cutie!” A ginger with long hair and a red diamond under his green eyes almost squealed. The girl shrank a little in Trey's arms, making him send a scolding glare at Cater. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare her.” Cater chuckled warily. Trey stroked her hair soothing the already nervous child. 

“Its okay, He is my friend, Cater. I guess I have yet to introduce myself too, Im Trey.” He explained, knowing that this information might give the girl some comfort. She eyed both men before giving them a hesitant nod. Her body relaxed as she looked at the two boys. 

“Hi Mister Cater and Mister Trey.” The girl said politely. Both boys looked at the young girl, feeling really old all of a sudden. 

“You… uh can just call me Trey..” Trey muttered, feeling tired. 

“Yeah, Just Cater…” Cater followed, sitting next to Trey to pull the girl into his lap. (Name) kinda sat there feeling like a baby getting passed around at a family reunion, once she remembered what happened in Crowley's office. 

~~~(Moving to your POV cause this 3rd person is throwing me off)~~~

I shifted around as Cater started to play with my hair. As strange as it was, these strangers didn't seem dangerous to me, they almost felt comfortable. I jolted as I heard someone coming into the living room we were in. I turned around to see the man from earlier with something around his neck. I smiled at the sight of him, leaping off of Caters lap and rushed over to him.

“Ace!” I cheered as I wrapped my arms around his legs, earning a yelp from him. He had frozen in my grasp as I looked up at him. A sly smirk played on his lips as he kneeled down in front of me, meeting me at eye level.

“Hey pip squeak. I see you're awake now.” Ace said as he patted my head. I grinned at him with a nod. “It's good to see that you calmed down now. I thought that I was going to have to get the tickle monster after you earlier.” He said as he started to poke at my side. I let out a small squeal, giggling at his playfulness. I reached out and booped his nose, making him freeze. A slow evil smile played on his lips as he raised both hands slowly, wiggling his fingers to indicate that he was going to tickle me for real. I yelped as I bolted away and around the couch with him following me. 

I let out playful cries for help, though it only made the boys chuckle or smile at us. After running around for a bit I finally started to feel my little legs tire out a little, so I ducked behind the leg of a navy blue haired boy who had entered with Ace when he came in. I held his leg breathing really hard, trying to catch my breath. Ace had stopped in front of us with his arms out ready to catch me. The boy looked down at me with a blush. I fisted his pants leg in my hands giving him my best pleading look. “Please help me, mister.” I begged he stiffened at my words looking shocked I was asking him for help. Ace froze at that too, giving me a shocked expression. 

We all sat in silence for a few, then the boy swooped me off my feet and into his arms. A look with fierce determination and a challenging smirk played across his lips. Then… He bolted. I squealed as he took off down the hallway and out the door into the front yard or was it a garden. I saw Ace rushing after us and giggled into The boy's shoulder. “Deuce! You traitor!” Ace called out. I felt the boy laugh at the call out of his betrayal. 

“It can't be helped! You saw her face!” The boy who I now know as Deuce called back. “She was too cute!” 

I gave Ace an ornery wave as I tightened my grip on Deuces shoulders. Ace gave a scowl at me but soon replaced it with a smirk. He tried to pick up the pace, though Deuce still seemed to run faster than him. I then saw Aces face drop into what I would assume was horror. Followed by Deuce letting out a gasp and slipping on his own two feet. I yelped as I felt his feet slide under him, letting him land on his butt. He made sure to keep a firm grip on me, even going as far as to place a hand on my head to prevent me from bumping my head. 

“What do you two think you're doing..” I heard someone seeth. I stiffened at the enraged tone, gripping Deuces jacket. Ace had caught up to us and stopped right next to us. 

“We were just playing-” Ace was cut off with a stern voice. 

“You two have yet to do the flamingo enclosure, and your out here playing?” I had finally looked up from Deuce's shoulder to see that it was the red haired boy from earlier. I shivered at the look of anger on his face. “First you cause an accident in your class, then you try to-” I looked down feeling guilty since I was the one who got them in trouble. I pushed off of Deuce, somehow getting out of his tight hold, making Riddle snap his lips shut. I stood in front of both of them, trying to act like a shield while looking down in shame.

“I-Im sorry mister. I was the one who had them play with me. I-If you need to punish me.” I claimed to feel my legs shake. I pulled all my courage to look up and met the red hairs glare. His eyes were wide as saucers and his mouth shut and closed like a fish out of water. Slowly his face turned red. He stood still as a statue and stared at me as if contemplating every life choice he made. Finally after defeating silence he sighed, seeming to relax. He moved his gaze back to Deuce and Ace.

“Go finish the rest of your chores.” He commanded, earning surprised looks from the two boys. He looked back down at me and held out his hand. “You will be coming with me, we need to talk for a bit.” He started, waiting patiently for me to take his hand. I nodded my head, taking his hand. I turned and waved at the two still shocked boys as we walked away. 

~~~~~( third POV)~~~~

The little girl hung her head in shame as she was led through the hallways. Riddle felt a cold sweat run down his neck. Riddle can honestly say he had no clue what to do with her. He didn't have a real childhood like many of his peers, and he knew that not every child would be able to follow the rules that he had abided by in his raising. This meant that he had to control his temper and learn to let some rules go, even though it went against everything he learned. 

He was normally very lenient with her since she was from another world with no knowledge of the rules here, but she had always made an effort into abiding all the ones she could remember and keeping in mind the ones he would explain to her if she broke a rule unknowingly. However a child wouldn’t be able to remember all of them, so with a talk with Trey, as long as there was really no harm he would let it go. 

Finally making it to his room, he opened the door and ushered the young child in. He had asked Trey to bring in some tea and snacks that sat on the small coffee table in front of his chairs. Riddle finally released the girl's hand walking over to pour the tea. 

“Go ahead and have a seat (Name).” Riddle ordered. The little girl who was sure she was in trouble, nodded her head and crawled onto the sofa waiting for her scolding to begin. She looked down at her hands in shame as she waited for him to start, only he never did. She stiffened a little when a tea cup on a saucer blocked her view of her hands. She looked up at Riddle who held out the drink to her. With steady hands she took them into her hands, making sure not to spill anything. She looked back up at him confused at the kind gesture. 

“I suppose I should introduce myself” Though you already know me Riddle fought the urge to say. “I am Riddle Rosehearts, the dorm leader of this dorm. For the next few days and nights you will be staying here and sleeping in my room. Some of the students have offered to let you tag along with them during classes. So you wont be alone.” He explained, taking a sip of his tea. His eyes drifted to the still confused girl. She bobbed her head up and down to show that she understood him. “Trey told me I should inform you that I can be a little…… strict when it comes to rules… But I will try too be lenient and let some things go since these rules will seem… odd to you.”  Riddle tried to explain in a slow but easy manner. 

“Rules? But aren't there rules for a reason?” She asked, tilting her head.

“EXACTLY!!” Riddle exclaimed, making the child jump in surprise. He stared at her awkwardly then moved back to cough into his hand. “It's more… tradition for this dorm. So there is no need to worry about it.” He explained. The girl nodded still startled. She finally tilted her head at him confused.

“So mister Riddle… You're not mad at me?” She asked. He looked at her confused at the question. 

“No, why would I be?” 

“Well, you were really mad when we were playing earlier…” She explained. It was Riddle's turn to jump a little. He placed his saucer down as he recalled that he never explained that situation, though he would have to jump over special information.

“There seems to be a misunderstanding. I was more upset with Deuce and Ace for dodging their punishment. You see they put someone I care about in a bind due to their negligence. I MEAN SOMEONE WHO IS IMPORTANT TO MANY PEOPLE IN A BIND!!” Riddle corrected the last part as he realized he admitted out loud he cared for the perfect, though she had no clue she was the person. 

“Oh…” She said, looking at him in understanding. 

“A-Anyways dinner will be ready before too long, go wash up!” Riddle stood feeling his nerves rattle around. She looked at him then down at the tea she had yet to touch. She chugged it down and slid off the sofa to place it on the coffee table. She let her eyes linger on the cookies on the try, hesitantly looking up at him.

“Be for that… c-can I have a cookie?” She asked. Riddle felt his mouth form a no, but stopped himself. It was like a wave of trauma washed over him. He stood there, living every moment his mother told him he was not allowed to have any sweets or anything that was considered not healthy. Every smoke on his hand, Every time he was forced to sit at his desk  to work on a problem or think over his actions that were wrong in his mothers eyes. His hands trembled and he bit into his lip to keep from having a wail leave his throat. 

A hand. 

A small hand grabbed his arm and held on tight. He blinked his wide eyes still holding the trauma that he was reliving. The small girl stared up at him, worried swimming in her expressful eyes. He gave him a gentle nudge, making his legs buckle under his weight. However she had him pushed against the chair he was once sitting on. She crawled up next to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. All those horrible memories faded away as the warmth of her arms brought comfort to his shocked heart. He sat there silently as he regained his composure. His breath that he had not noticed he was holding started to come out in slow and even breaths. 

Once his brain started to catch up he wondered what happened. He has told many people no before. It was a common word he used for the troublesome duo, why was it so different all of a sudden. He then looked at the girl who still held him in her small arms as if protecting him. Maybe it was because he was saying no to a child?  (Name) Finally pulled away from him, noticing he had calmed down. 

“Are you feeling better?” She asked in a small voice. She stroked his hair as if comforting a child. He then came to the understanding that this was not the first time comforting someone. She analyzed the situation and his person and acted how she thought fit. No child should be able to react like that. 

“H…have you done this before?” He asked. The girl gave him a small nod.

“When anyone mentions daddy to mommy… she gets the same look in her eyes you do. Hugging her and letting her sit helps….” She explained, still stroking his hair. He felt his body droop a little, this time wrapping his arms around her to get an extra grounding. The small child did not complain or say anything to make him pull away, she wrapped her arms around in return and leaned into him. 

“That's…. Not something I would have expected….” He muttered, trying to finish gathering his thoughts. He felt the child let out a tired sigh, but not say another word. He already knew she had suffered quite a few loses in her life, from her father, then her trust, than her mother. But he didn't know what happened to her after the passing of her father. Not once has she brought it up or pushed blame onto her mother. However as an adult she was never one to bring up much about herself without being asked. That seems to be similar to her as a child. Someone who had to learn to be sympathetic and selfless at a young age. Someone who gave up their childish mind at a young age to please others. Someone…. Who was starting to seem similar to him in many more aspects, yet different in their own situation. They both just held each other, enjoying the human contact the silent comfort they got from the other. 

‘Knock Knock” 

“Riddle, you guys ready to go get dinner?” Trey’s voice came from the other side of the door. The second a knock hit the door, Riddle stiffened, but when he heard Treys voice he relaxed, knowing that Trey would not enter without permission. He pulled back, coughing into his hand to get the nerves out of his voice.

“Yes, we are coming.” Riddle called out, cursing the quiver in his voice. The child pulled away letting him have his space. She reached over for the tea, pouring him a cup and handing it to him, hoping that it would make him feel better. Out of every rule in the book, from the way she poured it and failed to place three cubes of sugar in it, he could not turn down her kind offer. He took the cup and took a sip, earning a gentle smile from the young girl. He fought the horrible feeling of breaking the rules and downed the tea like a champ. Once finished he stood up, taking the (Name) into his arms and walking to the door to go have dinner. 

[jaemmphilia]

★ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 ★ || b.c.

★ summary: y/n choi is a employee at jype offices, working in the graphic design department. having just broken up with his boyfriend, he finds himself enjoying the comfort of another man, one that he really shouldn't be enjoying...

★ characters: choi y/n, christopher bahng, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, han jisung, lee felix, kim seungmin, yang jeongin

★ warnings: language, office sex, bj under the desk, sexual tension, oral (chris receiving), unprotected sex (pls wrap it before you tap it guys), spit, a bit of ass worship (have you seen the cake on channie??), chris being soft for reader, very sloppy kissing, 

★ word count: ~6.4K

★ binnie’s thoughts: i literally had the idea of banging chan while i was in the shower and my friend just gave me ideas, so here i am writing this filthy shower thought, minors go away before i eat your homework, also this is way longer than it has to be, but i’m a sucker for details

★ disclaimer: this fic in absolutely NO way represents the stray kids members as people. this is just for fun, so don't take it to heart. just enjoy!

Today could not get any worse, there was absolutely no way. If it got any worse, Y/N just might throw himself into traffic. 

It all started the previous night. Y/N was getting ready for bed, knowing he had to get up fairly early for work. He was pulling on some sweatpants when his phone pinged and lit up on the bedside table to his left. Y/N leaned over and picked up the device, seeing a text from his boyfriend, Shinwon: 

‘hey baby, im coming over, so unlock ur door’

Y/N rolled his eyes, but walked to the front door and turned the top and bottom knobs, the soft clicks indicating that it was unlocked. He took a few short strides to the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out a cold water bottle. He cracked open the bottle and took a sip, his eyes turning to the side as he heard his front door opening and closing. Shinwon flashed Y/N a smile as he stepped into the small, but cozy space. Y/N took a moment to admire his painfully average boyfriend of just two years and some months. 

Shinwon Kang, a man that just radiates average energy. He was average height, average weight, just…average all round. If you asked Y/N if he’s ever lost Shinwon in a crowd, Y/N would just let out a huff of air that could be disguised as a guilty laugh. Y/N liked Shinwon, he really did, but he can’t imagine seeing himself with Shinwon in the long run. He's tried, and it always ends the same. The two of them have different outlooks on what they want in the future, and they’ve often argued about it. 

Well, that next morning was no different. The two were laying in Y/N’s massive bed (that he really didn’t need, but it’s his apartment thank you very much), their limbs tangled together as their bare chests lightly grazed each other while they both came to. Y/N’s loud ass alarm had scared the life out of Shinwon, it always had. Y/N was the heaviest sleeper Shinwon had the pleasure of knowing. Y/N’s eyes began to close, but Shinwon lightly shook the male, his eyes shooting open and looking around frantically. Shinwon let out a breathy laugh and looked at the h/c haired male in his arms. 

“You know, I don't see why we can’t move in together, we’ve been together for a while now.” Shinwon says, his words immediately waking up Y/N, who untangles himself from the taller male. 

“Not this bullshit again,” Y/N muttered, standing up from the bed and checking his phone. He doesn’t know why Shinwon's statement makes him so moody, but it just does. 

“Come on, babe, i’m not that bad,” Shinwon said, a playful pout gracing his features. He never understood his boyfriend’s hostility towards taking that next step. 

“It’s not that you’re bad, I just don’t want us to move too fast,” Y/N said, not looking at the man behind him, not wanting to see the look on his face. 

Of course Y/N felt bad for shooting down Shinwon's idea, but he absolutely dreaded sharing his personal space with another human. He hated doing it when he was in college, his roommate constantly invading his space and taking his things without asking. He was only willing to share his space with his cat, Domino (who isn’t fond of Shinwon, which is a red flag, honestly). 

“We’ve been together for almost three years, I don't think we can move any slower.” Shinwon mutters, a sigh leaving his plump lips, his playful pout no longer showing on his face. 

“I’m not having this conversation with you, Shin, I have to get ready for work.” Y/N shuts him down as soon as he gets the chance, standing up from his seated position and stretching his limbs. 

“Then let’s just break up,” Shinwon says quietly, not really sure why he said that but his voice is loud in Y/N’s ears. The words replayed in his mind. “since you obviously don’t want to take our relationship further.”

Did he really want this? The thought of breaking up with Shinwon had crossed his mind at least a few times before, but he would just shake his head and try to think about something else. Y/N is a non confrontational person, he doesn’t like being the one to start a conversation, much rather being the one to observe rather than engage. Y/N is known to have quite the temper, though. His face always contorted in a slight scowl, his brows constantly furrowed. It is often said that Y/N would “be more handsome if he smiled once every while.” 

At this point, Y/N’s mouth began to move on its own, his mind not quite catching up to what his big mouth was spitting out. 

“Fine, I guess that’s that, then.” he said, his voice taking on a cold tone, as he digs in his closet, finding his favorite striped button up, a gift from his mother that he cherishes dearly. She always knew what he liked.

“You’re not even going to try and fight for us?” Shinwon sat up, his voice going up in pitch, his peanut brown eyes going a little wide. 

“What’s there to fight for?” Y/N said as he slipped on a pair of tight, black slacks. “we’ve had this conversation how many times now? and you still don’t get that I don’t want to move in with you?” 

“I can’t believe you, Y/N! I really thought we had something special here!” Shinwon said, getting up from the bed, and throwing on his clothes that he tossed on the floor once the two got ready to settle down for the night. 

“Can I be honest?” Y/N said, finally turning to meet Shinwon’s eyes. Y/N ran a hand through his messy hair, his face unreadable. Shinwon looks at y/n, motioning for him to go on, to add more salt into this wound. 

“I never really saw myself being with you, long term.” Y/N said, finally letting his feelings out, feelings he held back for months now. He felt a weight being lifted off his chest and shoulders. What shocked him the most was that seeing Shinwon’s hurt expression didn’t make him feel bad. Y/N wouldn’t consider himself a sensitive person, but he also wouldn’t consider himself to be a total asshole, either. He just had a serious case of Resting Bitch Face. 

“You’re a total dick, Y/N, I hope you know that.” Shinwon spat out, his teeth gritted as he glared at Y/N, his narrow eyes full of sadness and anger. The taller male grabbed his phone and stomped around the apartment before slamming the door, leaving Y/N in painful silence. The male just decided to push his feelings deep down where no one could get to them, and decided to feed his cat.

The ride to work is quiet for Y/N. He doesn’t bother turning on the radio, deciding to let his mind run for a bit. He wonders if he made the right decision, maybe he was a bit too harsh with Shinwon? He shakes his head, sighing as he parks his car. He'll ask Seungmin once he gets inside. Actually, asking the younger male was a horrible idea. Maybe he’ll ask Felix instead. The freckled boy could do no wrong in Y/N’s eyes. 

As soon as Y/N walks into the large building with way too many windows to be considered normal, his department's boss is flagging him down with a wave. Y/N sets his bag down by his desk and walks over, bowing slightly, and the chubby man begins to talk. 

“Good news, Choi, you’re moving departments temporarily.” the older man says, clapping a rough hand on Y/N’s back, making the smaller male cringe. Once Y/N recovers from that mildly painful smack, his eyes go wide in disbelief. 

“Hold on, what do you mean ‘moving departments temporarily’?” Y/N asks, his jaw going slack as his mouth hangs open. How in the world was he supposed to gossip with his three gremlins, plus Felix, if he’s not in the same department with them? 

“It means exactly how it sounds. you’ll be switching to the producing department and you’ll be working with Mr. Bahng from the production department on a project that requires your expertise.” the older man says, a bright smile on his wrinkled face, as if his words were supposed to make the shorter male feel better. 

It’s a well known fact that the production team and the graphic design team often butt heads when it comes down to projects. The production team is full of cocky bastards who think they’re better because they get to actually produce music rather than create the art that becomes the face of the album, track and various merch items. The graphic design team is full of petty people with pretty faces who think they’re better because they create the visual art behind the music. Y/N couldn’t give two shits. He just wants to get paid doing something he actually likes.

It couldn’t be all that bad, right? Y/N has only heard good things about Chris, and the two have had a few interactions at office parties during the holidays, and various birthdays at expensive bars. Chris is, to put it lightly, drop-dead gorgeous. He looks like he was molded by the angels above. They definitely took their time with him, making him the most godly man to walk this miserable earth. Y/N heard stories of Chris helping newbies feel safe at the company, making them feel like they had a place of belonging. Y/N didn’t get that treatment when he started, he got stuck with a rude ass puppy, an innocently sneaky fox, a little chicken with freckles, and a dramatic ferret with long hair. 

“Uh, okay, cool,” Y/N said, not really sure how to respond to this sudden news. It was only for a short period of time, right? He could easily survive that, no doubt. He's got this, his four children will be fine, he’ll put Felix in charge. 

Yeah, this is not going to work. He can’t do it. Chris is too much for his soul. Chris is too sweet for his own good. 

Once Y/N made his way to the production department building, he was greeted by a smiling face with the deepest dimples and a mop of thick, curly blonde hair. Since when did Chris have blonde hair? It must have been a while since the two have interacted, because Y/N remembers Chris having curly, deep, chocolate brown locks. He would never admit it out loud, but the things Y/N would do just to run his hands through the dark locks, tugging lightly as Chris bites his–

“Hello? Anyone home?” a chuckle snaps Y/N out of his trance, his eyes wide and staring directly at Chris. Chris doesn’t seem phased by Y/N’s intense stare, a bright but nervous smile on his chiseled face. 

“Sorry, I just spaced out for a second,” Y/N finally replies, a light warmth filling his cheeks and ears, a tad bit embarrassed by his own thoughts. He knows he shouldn’t be having these thoughts, he just broke up with his long-term boyfriend less than two hours ago. A part of him is glad mind readers don’t exist, because he would have to dig a hole and crawl inside if Chris heard what he was thinking about. 

“No worries, mate, it happens to the best of us,” Chris replies, flashing his million-dollar smile at the shorter male once again. The sight alone blinding Y/N and filling his stomach with obnoxious fluttering. (if only seungmin were here to capture this glorious moment.) 

“So, do you know why I requested your help specifically?” Chris asks, the question once again stopping Y/N in his tracks. Chris requested his help? Why would he request Y/N’s help when Hyunjin was one, if not the best, of the graphic design team? The man pretty much lived and breathed art. 

Of course, Y/N loved art as much as any other artist, I mean, he went to college for it, for crying out loud. Again, why did Chris ask for him?

“I, uh, actually had no idea you requested me specifically,” Y/N finally speaks after a moment of silent contemplation, his own e/c eyes looking up to meet deep brown ones. 

“I admire the work you did for the most recent album that was put out. The colors really went together to tell a story, and I could use something like that for the project I'm working on now," Chris says, his hand finding its way to Y/N’s shoulder, touching gently, almost feather-like. The gesture is strictly friendly, but Y/N can’t help the way his skin burns under Chris’ touch.

“Oh,” Y/N says, truly at a loss for words. “that actually means a lot, thank you, Mr. Bahng.” Y/N can feel his cheeks heat up, not used to receiving praise quite like this. It feels nice coming from Chris.

“Just Chris is fine, I don't particularly care for formalities,” Chris says, his hand removing itself from Y/N’s shoulder, and Y/N feels like he can finally breathe again. First name basis, huh? Y/N can’t help but wonder how such a cocky department has such a sweet leader such as Chris. 

“Besides, we’re friends, right?” Chris adds on, and if Y/N had a drink, he would have spat it all over the place. 

Were they friends? It feels like a gray area, honestly. Y/N and Chris have spoken a total of two times, and their conversations were just shy of casual coworker talk. So where is he getting the term “friends” from? Y/N thinks back to his friends in the graphic design department. What would they do in this situation? 

The better question is, what would Felix do in this situation? Felix, ever so level headed, Y/N’s precious chicken little (it’s best not to dwell on what the other three demons would do because it would end in chaos no matter what, especially Seungmin). 

“Yeah, sure, we’re friends,” Y/N replies, hoping his voice doesn’t crack and expose the nerves he’s feeling deep in his gut. Being friends with Chris was never something Y/N ever considered happening during his 4 years of working at JYPE offices. Chris was known for sticking to his close knit group of friends, only one of them being familiar with Y/N.

Lee Minho, the most cat-obsessed human being known to man. Minho is known to text Y/N asking for pictures of Domino, and often sending pictures of his own cats in return. Minho saw a photo of Domino sitting on Y/N’s desk, and the male gasped, grabbing the picture without thinking. He gushed and cooed at the picture, immediately asking for the cat’s name. Y/N, in a slight state of shock, told the male his pet’s name. 

“Give me your number right now, I have to see more pictures of this precious baby!” Minho had said, and Y/N complied, honestly finding the entire interaction quite amusing. Now, the two often exchange pictures of their felines, and tend to engage in regular conversation. 

The moment Y/N stepped into the production team’s department, he could feel everyone’s eyes on him. Some envious, some condescending, and some surprised. It wasn't often that people from the separate teams crossed into each other’s side of the building. Y/N can’t help but duck his head down at the looks he’s receiving, following close behind Chris, and walking into the male’s personal office. Once the males walk into the office, they’re met with a loud, gravelly screech, and an equally loud scream that is higher in pitch. Once Chris finds out that it’s just his friends, Jisung and Changbin, he stands there, his arms crossed, his biceps flexing and causing his already tight shirt to cling to his unblemished skin. His expression is amused, his left eyebrow cocked upwards as he shifts his body weight to one side, watching as Jisung and Changbin pretend that they weren’t just digging into the food Chris ordered specifically for himself and Y/N. 

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Chris finally speaks, his expression remaining the same, except a slight smirk has found its way onto the blonde’s face. Y/N watches from beside Chris, attempting to be subtle with his staring. 

Something about the way Chris looks right now is making Y/N’s body heat up. The expression on his face, the way he’s standing, the way his arms bulge against his black button up. Y/N can’t help but imagine those very arms caging him in and making him feel small, as Chris snaps his hips at a brutal pace, hitting all the right places inside Y/N. 

“It’s totally not what you think! it was Changbin’s idea!” Jisung wails, pointing an accusatory finger at the shorter male next to him. Changbin lets out an offended gasp, lunging at Jisung, his hands attempting to wrap themselves around the younger man’s neck before Jisung can get away. 

Y/N lets out a soft laugh, covering his mouth with his hand, not wanting to draw any attention to himself. The entire interaction is quite amusing, you can tell these three grown men are nothing short of siblings that love to torture each other endlessly.

Chris stops looking at the two idiots trying to kill each other and turns his attention to the h/c haired male at his side, the soft laugh immediately imbedding itself in his brain, and traveling to his gut, a fluttering feeling taking over his body. Hearing the soft noise that came out of Y/N was one Chris will refuse to forget. Chris allows a soft look to take over his features, hoping he doesn’t get caught with hearts in his eyes. He just likes Y/N so much. The blonde is always looking forward to the various outings the company has, hoping to catch Y/N there. Every time there was an outing, Chris was often stopped by other people, conversations he wasn’t interested in distracting him from finding that one person he so desperately wanted to talk to. At the office Christmas party, he was lucky enough to catch Y/N alone, attempting to start up a conversation with said male. Chris, being ever so shy, struggled to keep the conversation going, nervously sipping his eggnog, while Y/N’s eyes often avoided looking at Chris (it was painfully awkward, Seungmin laughs every time he remembers the interaction, Felix has to tell him to stop teasing Y/N). 

Chris has made it his mission to get close to Y/N, not wanting any more awkward interactions with him, which is why he requested Y/N’s help for this project. Chris knows he doesn’t really need Y/N’s help, but it was Minho’s genius idea to get Y/N closer to him. 

“Hyung, if you keep staring at Y/N-hyung, your eyes will get stuck like that!” Jisung says, snapping Chris out of his lovesick  puppy trance. Chris’ eyes go wide before he snaps his head towards Jisung. Jisung visibly pales before he’s booking it out of the office. Changbin throws his head back slightly, letting out a cackle that would put a hyena to shame. 

Y/N’s own e/c eyes go wide at what Jisung said, his face and ears getting warm. He hadn’t even noticed Chris staring, too busy laughing at Changbin and Jisung. Was Chris really staring at him, or was Jisung just trying to cause a distraction so he could make a clean getaway? A large part of Y/N wishes Chris was staring. 

“You should’ve seen your face, hyung! Damn, that was priceless!” Changbin keeps cackling as he walks out of the office, his hands carrying the food he was attempting to steal before he got caught. 

Chris brings his hands to his temples, massaging them with his fingers. He lets an annoyed sigh fall past his lips. Those two are going to give him gray hair one day. Chris turns towards Y/N with a shy smile. 

“I’m so sorry about them, they’re both massive pains in my ass.” Chris says, his hand rubbing the nape of his neck, a chuckle bubbling from his chest. Y/N waves a dismissive hand at Chris, a small smile on his face. 

“It’s no worries, I know your pain,” Y/N says, looking up at Chris with a slight tilt of his head. “I have three pains in my ass, they’re constantly fucking with me.” Y/n rolls his eyes, with a shake of his head, his fringe falling in front of his eyes slightly. 

Chris’ body reacts on instinct, his hand coming up and brushing the hair out of Y/N’s face, a soft, loving expression on his face. Y/N freezes, his eyes widening for the nth time that day. The look on Chris’ face is one he’s never seen before. a look of admiration and want. There’s lust swimming around in those deep brown eyes, Y/N can’t deny it. Chris’ eyes glance down at Y/N’s lips, then back up at his eyes. Chris chews on his bottom lip, as if he’s thinking about something. Finally, he speaks up and those words alone nearly bring Y/N to his knees. 

“Can I kiss you?” Chris whispers, his minty breath fanning Y/N’s face, and Y/N gulps, nodding just a bit, not really trusting his voice. 

“No, I need to hear you say yes or no,” Chris says louder this time, his voice taking on a commanding tone. Hearing Chris speak like that makes Y/N’s legs weak, his mind clouded with thoughts of Chris and Chris only.

“Yes, please kiss me, Chris,” Y/N finally replies, his voice coming out as a desperate whisper. He feels a warm hand on his cheek, the hand lifting his head up slightly. Not too long after, Chris’ lips are on his own. Y/N’s eyes flutter shut as he leans his body closer to Chris, their lips molding together. 

Kissing Chris is everything Y/N has ever dreamed of and more. Chris takes charge of the kiss, his plum lips moving against Y/N’s, ever so gentle. Kissing Chris feels natural, like Y/N was made to do this. The kiss becomes more firm, and both of their mouths open, their tongues wrapping around the other, becoming messy quite fast. Chris wraps his free arm around Y/N’s waist, pushing the smaller male backwards until Y/N’s back hits the edge of Chris’ desk. Y/N doesn’t hesitate to hop up a bit, now sitting on the desk as the two males finally pull away to breathe. 

Chris walks around the desk, standing in front of his black chair. Y/N watches his every move, his breath hitching when he sees Chris beckon him with just two fingers, making a “come here” motion. Y/N complies, hopping off the desk before making his way to the taller male, standing in front of him. Chris’ arms find themselves wrapped around Y/N, tugging the smaller male flush against his muscular body. Chris is drunk off the feeling of Y/N’s body against him. He craves more, he wants to see and feel the smaller male's skin against his own, his hands are itching to touch and grab. 

The pair resumes their makeout session, their hands touching all over each other, pulling at too-tight clothes, but neither of them making the effort to remove their clothes. Chris pulls away from Y/N for a second, before his lips make their way to his neck, latching onto a spot just below the right side of Y/N’s jaw. Chris peppers light kisses around the area, the sound of Y/N’s soft hums hammering in his ears. Chris plants his body in his chair, pulling Y/N down with him, the h/c haired male plopping down on Chris’ thick thighs. Y/N automatically wraps his arms around Chris’ neck. his fingers find comfort in playing with the blonde locks at his nape. Chris goes back to kissing and licking Y/N’s neck, deciding that a red mark would look beautiful against Y/N’s soft skin. He has to stop himself from actually leaving a mark, remembering that they’re at work and if anyone saw the mark on Y/N, the entire building would gossip about it for the next year. 

As Chris moves lower, his lips trailing from Y/N’s neck to the upper part of his collarbones, a knock stops him in his tracks. In a moment of sheer panic, Chris pushes Y/N off of him and motions for him to get under the desk. Y/N obeys, his own heart pumping heavily in his chest. He was in a state of lust, the only thing on his mind being Chris and the kisses he was leaving on his neck. 

“Come in!” Chris calls out once Y/N is hidden completely under the desk, his eyes falling on someone from his department. He tries to keep his annoyance hidden as the person asks questions they totally could have asked someone else. 

Y/N rolls his eyes, then his orbs land on the sight in front of him. Chris, legs spread, his beige slacks a little tight in the crotch area. With very little contemplation, Y/n raises up just a bit, getting closer to Chris’ lower body. With slow movements, he reaches up and tries to unzip Chris’ pants as quietly as possible. He's successful when Chris lets out a loud, albeit very fake, cough. Popping the button of Chris’ pants open, he pulls the black boxers down to sit under Chris’ balls, keeping the fabric out of the way. 

Y/N can’t help but let his jaw drop. Chris has a really, really nice dick. It’s not crazy long, but still a good few inches, and fairly thick. Not very veiny, and the tip is a nice shade of nude pink. Y/N’s mouth nearly waters at the sight. Just like the rest of his body, Chris’ dick is nice to look at.

 Y/N hears the door close just as he wraps his lips around the tip of Chris’ dick, finally that loser is gone. Y/N begins to suck on just the tip, looking up through his lashes, making eye contact with Chris above him. the bigger male’s mouth is parted slightly, short breaths coming from him. Y/N raises his body up just a bit more, sinking lower on Chris’ dick, taking more of the length into his warm mouth. Chris lets out a soft groan, his head lolling back as he digs his nails into the armrests of his chair. It’s honestly too much for him, he feels like he could explode right now if Y/N keeps going. Chris is about to pull Y/N out from under the desk so they can get down to what they both want so desperately before someone barges into his office. Only three people are confident enough to do that. 

Minho lets himself into his friend's office, looking around for something. Minho's eyes fall on Chris, his eyebrow cocking upwards suspiciously. He decides not to question it right now, there will be time for that later.

“Have you seen Jisung? Last I saw him, he was in here with Bin,” Minho says, crossing his arms, looking at Chris, his expression not changing once.

“I, uh, no,” Chris coughs out, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights. “I mean, he was here with Bin, but neither of them are here now.” Chris tries again, sitting up straight, praying to every god out there that Minho doesn’t catch on to what’s happening under the desk. Y/N uses his hand to stroke Chris’ dick, his mouth occupied with the tip. His tongue swirling around the tip, his head bobbing slightly, his own spit sliding down his chin as he continues. His lips pouting as he slips the tip of his tongue against Chris’ slit. Chris tries his hardest not to bust in Y/N’s mouth, his leg bouncing to distract himself. 

“Huh, well, I guess I’ll go look somewhere else,” Minho says, and a devious glint flashes in his eyes, making Chris sweat more than he already is. “tell Y/N to drink some honey and tea once he’s done.” Minho winks and leaves the room before Chris can say anything to deny what Y/N’s doing. 

Y/N let out a surprised noise, pulling away from Chris’ hard length, his wide eyes locking with Chris’ own wide eyes. There isn’t a moment to feel embarrassed, so the two just laugh it off. 

“I wonder how he knew you were under there,” Chris says, this thumb swiping against Y/N’s chin to wipe the spit that is left there. His eyes not leaving Y/N’s, he puts his thumb into his mouth, tasting the liquid. Something in Y/N’s gut clenched as he watches Chris lick his saliva. He climbs out from under the desk, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it to the side to be forgotten. Chris’ eyes don’t leave Y/N’s movements for a second, his bottom lip getting caught between his perfect teeth. 

Y/N plants himself on Chris’ lap when his shirt is discarded, his arms making their way around Chris’ neck, tugging the older male to his chest. Chris brings his large hands to Y/N’s hips, his lips connecting with Y/N’s prominent collarbones. He bites at the skin there, licking over it to soothe the slight burn. Y/N lets out a soft hum, his hips grinding forward a bit, his own hard on coming in contact with Chris’. The two males groan at the sensation, the both of them loving the way it felt. 

“Oh, fuck,” Chris nearly gowls out, his voice gravelly from arousal. Y/N just laughs a little, swirling his hips in short circles, his clothed dick rubbing against Chris without fail. Chris decides that they’ve had enough of this half-assed foreplay, so his hands work on getting Y/N out of his slacks and boxers. 

Once the two of them are fully naked they make out sloppily, the two of them spitting into each other's mouth back and forth. Their mixed saliva drips onto Chris’ chest, slowly running down his broad chest all the way to his washboard abs. Y/N’s tongue comes out to lick his plump bottom lip, his eyes not leaving Chris’ once. Chris, finally deciding that he’s had enough teasing, pulls away and lifts Y/N up by his hips. Y/N holds his body up, using Chris’ broad shoulders as leverage. Chris uses his free hand to rub the soft skin of Y/N’s ass cheek. He then brings his hand up and slams it down on the skin, causing Y/N to let out a gasp, his body jerking forward at the impact. Chris lets out a mischievous laugh, before he rubs the skin that’s already turning a soft red. 

“Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself,” Chris says, chuckling at the adorable pout on Y/N’s soft face. Chris puckers his lips before placing a gentle peck on the smaller male’s pouty lips. 

Chris decides that it’s time to get to the main event. He taps two fingers against Y/N’s mouth, urging him to part his lips. Y/N obeys Chris’ silent command, parting his lips, allowing Chris to place the two digits on top of Y/N’s tongue. 

“Now suck like the pretty boy you are.” Chris says, his voice low and husky, as he watches Y/N’s lips close around his fingers. Chris feels the wet muscle wiggle its way in between his fingers, the soft pressure of Y/N sucking being the only thing on his mind. Y/N lets out a hum that turns into a needy whine as his hips grind in small circles, his dick rubbing against Chris’ skin just above his abs. Chris chuckles once again as he watches Y/N desperately grind against his upper stomach, trying to get some friction while his mouth is occupied with Chris’ fingers. 

“Are you not getting enough pleasure from humping against my stomach, pretty boy?” Chris asks, his tone mocking and a little mean. Hearing Chris speak in such a tone turns Y/N’s brain into mush. All Y/N can muster up is a whine, still continuing to suck on Chris’ fingers until the digits leave his mouth. Y/N wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, waiting for Chris’ next move. 

“You’re getting impatient, aren’t you, pretty boy?” Chris teases, his wet fingers inching their way to Y/N’s hole. Chris circles his middle finger around the rim a few times before he’s pushing the digit in. He gets the finger all the way in and not long after, his index finger joins in on the fun, Y/N’s breath hitching at the feeling. 

He is getting impatient. He feels like they’ve been touching and kissing for too long, he just wants Chris inside him like right now. 

“Chris, stop teasing and fuck me already..” Y/N says with a desperate tone as Chris uses his two fingers to stretch the smaller male. Chris just snickers, his eyebrow cocking up, his lips turning up in a smirk, and Y/N thinks he could come just from the sight alone. 

“Yeah, you want me to fuck you, pretty boy?” Chris asks, pulling his fingers out, grabbing his hard length and lining it up with Y/N’s hole. He pops the tip inside, his hands moving to grip Y/N’s hips. “then you better get to work, yeah?” 

Y/N wastes absolutely no time, Chris’ words ringing loud like bells in his ears. The younger male sinks his hips down, Chris’ dick stretching him so nicely, his jaw dropping at the pain that feels too good. Y/N sits there for a moment, just getting used to having Chris inside him all the way. This is something right out of his wettest dreams, riding Chris until the two of them are shouting each other’s names, licking and biting tongues and lips. Y/N finally raises up, only the tip remaining inside him, and he slams back down, finding a pace that works for the both of them. 

As Y/N bounces on Chris, the sweet sounds of skin coming in contact is loud in the medium sized office room. The two of them are too blissed out to even think about being quiet, but they decide to just kiss to keep themselves quiet enough. 

Chris suddenly pulls away, and he starts to stand, his arms wrapping around Y/N, the two of them not disconnecting as Chris lifts the smaller male up. Y/N wraps his slender legs around Chris’ waist, the sudden movements catching him off guard. He doesn’t have time to question Chris before he feels Chris absolutely slamming his dick into him. Y/N hides his face in Chris’ neck, biting down on the male’s shoulder to keep from literally screaming. The tip of Chris’ dick hits the special spot inside him, causing him to see stars. As Chris moves his body, Y/N brings his hand down to wrap around his own length, jerking himself off in time with Chris’ thrusting. 

It’s not much longer before Y/N feels Chris’ hips start to stutter, and his thrusts get a little sloppy. Y/N knows he’s about to cum, the way Chris’ face scrunches up a little and his jaw goes slack. Y/N is also getting close, his stomach tightening up as his hand moves up and down at a fast pace. 

“Oh, god, pretty boy,” Chris groans, his blonde curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, his muscles flexing as he grips onto Y/N soft thighs. There will definitely be hand marks left on the skin when they’re all done. “can I cum inside you, please?” Chris nearly begs, his voice going up in pitch as he whines. 

“Yes, please fill me up, Chris,” Y/N replies, throwing head back, exposing his sweaty neck. Chris picks up the pace once again before he slams all the way in, spilling deep into Y/N. Y/N finishes not too long after, white painting across Chris’ chest and abs. Y/N pouts a little, his wrist hurting from jerking it for so long.

The two sweaty males stay as they are for a moment, finally coming to terms with what they just did. Y/N chews at his bottom lip as he comes down from his high. Was this just a one time thing? Were they going to do it again? What does this mean for them as friends? Y/N’s head is swimming with questions and concerns, and he tucks his head into Chris’ neck, breathing in the man’s natural scent mixed with his cologne. 

“Hey, don’t go falling asleep on me, pretty boy, we have to clean up.” Chris says, his hand rubbing slow circles on Y/N’s back, the gesture lulling the smaller man to sleep. Chris just chuckles before he reaches for a bag of wet wipes in the drawer of his desk. He finally pulls out, placing the sleepy man on his chair. He takes out a wet wipe and wipes off his chest and abs.

After they clean up and get dressed, Chris clears his throat and turns towards Y/N. He looks nervous, like he wants to say something, but his mouth just won’t move. Y/N tilts his head to the side, a curious look playing on his features. 

“You look like you want to say something,” Y/N points out, hoping that will help the blonde gather his thoughts. Chris simply nods before speaking:

“Do you want to come over for dinner? As in, a date?”

[sansxfuckyou]

top 5 etho ships ? bonus points for any explanation

my personal top five in no particular order, and like, ya gotta understand im still new here (hermitcraft/life series) so my opinions are poised to change, but the current standings are:

Bdubs/Etho/Cleo, i'll be honest, i haven't written or read any clethubs, but i saw some art of them that made my brain shortcircuit. they are femdom, himbo, and twink. i just think that Etho should have two people who are stronger than he is on either side of him at all times, bonus points if you let Cleo be the tallest. Bdubs being super clingy, Etho reluctantly tagging along, and Cleo making sure they don't fucking die because yeah they are god damn idiots sometimes, but they're her idiots. and she loves them. and probably gives them noogies and headlocks them.

Cleo/Etho, their marriage in limlife is so much fucking fun, especially when read under an aro4allo lens. Etho whose been happily married for over a decade watching his friends enter relationships and realizing that he loves differently, he doesn't even love remotely close to how they love, love isn't even the right word. hes scared so he leaves, hes not doing it right and his wife must be upset about it, that must be why everythings crumbling. and Cleo, not giving two shits, because that's her husband and by god they're gonna make it work if he can realize that being absent is whats breaking up their marriage, not showing affection and intimacy differently.

Gem/Etho, as a canadian i am legally obligated to ship this, as a lesbian i love it when men have chaotic gremlin girlfriends who put them in their place. see that one episode of hermicraft wherein Gem beats his ass on repeat and he keeps coming back for more. its like, like theres an unspoken solidarity, 'hey we're the same even though we're not' and they stick with each other. predator/prey dynamic if you go with deer Gem and fox Etho, you also get it with sea monster Gem and fox Etho, except he's the prey and she has the biological advantage instead. also, when paired with the transfemme Etho headcanon we get some yuri which im always down for.

Grian/Etho, this one came to via an Ao3 commenter and i have seen two pieces of fanart for it and like, seven fics. but i still think the dynamic of bird and fox would be fun to work with in writing depending on the bird Grian is hybridized with, especially if Grian is the smaller one. also in limlife??? hello?? Etho, swearing loyalty and promising to be someones sword is not heterosexual behaviour. what they had in limlife, even if brief, had me shaking i'll be real. also, for their hermitcraft dynamic, it'd be hot if i threw Scar into the mix, for flavour.

Pearl/Etho/Tango, consensual workplace relationships make me absolutely insane, it could tear apart their business or bring it further together. they have the kind of dynamic that makes my head absolutely fucking empty, one of those 'i just think theyre neat' kind of ships. the culture clash between each of their species and their own personal tastes, Tango's a blaze and they mate for life, Pearl's a siren and they don't do much for romance, Etho's a fox and they come and go- but they make it happen in spite of that. im working on getting them a canonized Ao3 tag right now, they have such a fun dynamic. also, they fucked in that post office when no one was looking.

tbh these are all really closely tied, and i also have a soft spot for tangtho and the team ties poly. they're all really fun ships, i just really enjoy polyships to be real with ya'll. and the life series and hermitcraft are full of so many possible polyships that its just making me foam at the fucking mouth. sorry boat boys enjoyers, the vision has not yet engulfed me, but hey im a multishipper it might be yet to happen.

[vanillelace]

LOVE, (not really)

𝟏𝟏𝟏 ; warnings: a bit of heartbreak here n there but it’s mainly fluff, slight cursing but I will avoid using profanities, and basically a lot of teasing (offensive), use of word dead / die and other ways of using the word

𝟏𝟏𝟏 ; pairing(s): nishimura riki x fem. reader

𝟏𝟏𝟏 ; genre: Japanese major Ni-ki and Japanese + Chinese major reader, university au, slice of life? fluff, slight angst, academic rivals to lovers

𝟏𝟏𝟏 ; word count: 11760

𝟏𝟏𝟏 ; synopsis: Nishimura Riki hates Y/N’s guts. Unfortunately for him, the two have almost the same classes and friend groups. He swears he hates her, and she swears she hates him. But why do they keep catching themselves staring at each other for a bit too long? It isn’t love, not really.

𝟏𝟏𝟏 ; author’s note: HIII im back and with a new fic! this one’s for @kflixnet ‘s secret Santa and this is completely dedicated to @bobariki (IM YOUR SECRET SANTA 😻🫶) please enjoy this! We don’t really have conversations but I hope to get to know you :) I’m not really an engene so please excuse me 😭 I really hope you like this 🥹🫶 I’m also not a huge fan of academic rivals 2 lovers so 😭😭 

SONG BY ME. DON'T. PLAGIARISE.

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“I hate Nishimura Riki.”

“I hate Y/N L/N.”

The two dialogues were spoken at the same time in different places, by none other than Y/N L/N and Nishimura Riki themselves, respectively. 

For context, it was results day, but the two hadn’t seen their results yet. To manifest one being better than the other, they uttered that negative affirmation over and over to make sure they would top the class (and the other). 

Y/N took a deep breath and walked over to campus, which was near her home, to find the results sheet, which had been pinned about four minutes ago. Please, please let the topper be me. Y/N silently prayed to whoever would listen, making sure to add the ‘please’ twice.

 Around this time, Nishimura Riki also walked over there with a deep breath, his hands in his pockets, silently praying. 

The two caught each other’s eyes and rolled their eyes. “Ugh, it’s you.” Y/N sighed, and Riki shrugged. “Scared?”

“Not. At. All.”

The two stared at the results sheet, scanning briefly. 

“HOW ARE WE IN THE SAME POSITION?” Riki yelled angrily, rubbing his eyes to make sure he hadn’t read the results sheet wrong. “How in the world am I supposed to know, you dimwit?”

“Screw you.”

“No thank you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll find the teacher to ask why this happened.” Y/N flipped her hair and walked away, and Riki groaned. “Wait for me!”

Riki caught up to Y/N. Still confused, he followed her into the teacher’s office, where Y/N requested for the teacher. 

“Hello, Ms. L/N, and Mr. Nishimura. I think you've seen the results?” Without giving either of the two angry students enough time to interrupt, the teacher continued. “The two of you have gotten the same grade. Believe me, all the teachers tried to remove points wherever we could find them, but we gave up. This is generally impossible. But we then thought alphabetical ranking would be.. sad, and unfair, so we gave the two of you a tie.”

“But—“ the two began, but the teacher raised a single finger to silence them. “No. I don’t want a single argument against this. I want to know if the two of you have thought about your university selections? I know for a fact that the two of you have gotten entry to incredibly prestigious universities.”

“Yeah, I have,” Riki began. “I might just join Zephyr University.” Y/N interrupted him, and Riki scowled at her. “No. You can’t. I’m joining Zephyr, and so are the rest of my friends.”

“Oh really? Even the Dreamies are joining Zephyr, so there’s no way I’m backing out.”

“Guess we’ll have to come to a logical agreement then.” Riki said, and grabbed two pencils, quickly sharpening one of them slightly. “I’m sorry, but will you please ask us to choose pencils?”

The teacher sighed, frustrated. “Why are you two like this? Just attend the same university. You can’t seriously be thinking of denying the other a great opportunity. How selfish can the two of you be? I hope you sort things out at Zephyr, because you failed to do so here. And I will definitely stay in touch with the director there, so I will hear about every single thing. And if anything happens, your parents will hear about it.”

The two students gulped, and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

The teacher saw them off, and as soon as Y/N and Riki were out of his sight, they glared at each other. “How dare you, you.. you.. CREATURE?” Y/N shrieked, and Riki flinched. “Your voice doesn’t sound good if it’s high-pitched, Y/N,” Riki rolled his eyes, and Y/N gave him a dirty look. 

“Look, Y/N, let’s listen to the teacher, but let’s stay out of each other's ways. Is that a good deal?”

Y/N considered it for a minute, but relented in the end when she realized that it was, in fact, a great deal. “Ugh, fine. But if I ever see your face again..”

Y/N dragged a finger across her own neck horizontally, and Riki fake-shivered. “Ooh, I’m scared! Mommy, come save me!” Riki yelped sarcastically, and Y/N glared at him. Again.

“I feel like that’s your signature look, Y/N.”

Y/N glowered at him yet again.

“So.. is this how you communicate now..?”

Another glare.

“Okay then. Buh-bye.”

——————       /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

“And then, Renjun, listen! No, wait, listen! Don’t walk away! HUANG RENJUN! RIKI LITERALLY LEFT ME IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THE WAY HOME?”

“..Y/N, you have Google Maps for a reason… you know?”

“..Oh.”

Y/N cringed, as she realized that wasn’t one of her smartest moments. “Anyway, Y/N, you talk about Riki so much. It’s like you’re in love with him.”

Y/N spit out her snack. “Pfft! Me? Love Riki? Yeah, it’s the same as you being in love with me. Never gonna happen. Ever.”

Renjun nodded. “Yeah, totally, definitely.” He scratched the back of his neck and sat down next to Y/N. “The rest of the Dreamies are coming over in another five minutes, apparently Mark’s old car broke down.”

“I don’t get how he got a learner’s permit in the first place. It’s Mark, for crying out loud.”

“Right? I was surprised when I heard that too.” Renjun replied, getting up to search for snacks in his kitchen. 

“When is everyone taking the test?” Y/N asked Renjun, who was in his kitchen, loudly, so he could hear her. “Before university starts, I think.”

“Ah. I’ll take it during university.” Y/N said thoughtfully. “Good for you. Meanwhile, I found ingredients for food.”

“Food!” Y/N jumped into the kitchen and saw Renjun cooking some hot pot. Y/N loved stew made by her parents, and this hot pot was the closest thing Renjun could cook, so he made it whenever Y/N came over. If he had the ingredients, he also made suet dumplings, which were also Y/N’s favorite.

As Y/N helped Renjun cook, the rest of their friend group traipsed into the house, walking straight to the kitchen when they smelt the delicious food.

“I smell hot pot!” Zhong Chenle announced his entry, leaning against the entry to the kitchen.

“Yeah, you do, cause we’re cooking it.” Y/N informed him. “Who’s we? The only cooking you’ve done is tasting the broth. I’m the one cooking.” Renjun told her, and Y/N stuck out her tongue at him. 

“Hey guys!” Lee Minhyung, better known as Mark, dropped on the couch, and the rest of the guys divided themselves between the kitchen and living room. “How do you feel about your results?” Park Jisung asked the house, and everyone collectively sighed. “As usual, we all did great, but did you see Y/N’s results?” Lee Jeno asked, and Jisung shook his head.

“Well, Y/N? Care to elaborate?” Na Jaemin, who was in the kitchen, raised his eyebrows at Y/N. “No, not really.”

“She’s just pissed off that she tied with Riki for first place,” Lee Haechan laughed from the living room, causing Y/N to march into the living room and punch Haechan. “Ow! That hurts, Y/N!”

“No shit, Sherlock. It was meant to hurt.” Y/N said, and Mark laughed. “Hot pot is ready! Do you guys want to eat in the kitchen or the living room?”

“Living room, it’s more comfortable.” Jaemin said, helping Renjun bring the food and dishes with Chenle. “Anyway, we’re all getting into Zephyr, right?” Jisung asked, and everyone nodded.

“Which reminds me. Can’t believe I forgot to tell you guys, but Riki and his friends are also joining Zephyr.” Y/N told the group, who collectively grinned. “I’m sure everyone’s glad Enha will be with us, but you will definitely not be happy about Riki joining them.” 

“Screw you, Haechan. Why are you so annoying?” Y/N asked, and Haechan shrugged. “That’s actually such a good question. But I think it began from home, you know? Like—“ 

“Haechan, it was a rhetorical question,” Y/N cried, rushing to shut him up. One of the — very occasionally — good things about him was that he could talk about anything, even if he didn’t know the topic that well, for a good five minutes at least. So if you got Haechan talking, it would be quite difficult for you to get him to stop.

But then again, that quality had gotten the group out of a lot of pickles, so it was an advantage at times. 

The group chit-chatted and ate the hot pot peacefully, relishing the fact that summer break was about to start. “I am honestly going to get so bored..” Jisung said, and Y/N nodded in agreement.

“Are you guys planning on going anywhere?” Jeno asked everyone. “My mother is asking me to go with her to Shanghai for a vacation. I’m still not sure if I should, but I think it’s worth it.” Chenle mentioned, and Renjun smiled. “I want to visit China too, but I should go with my parents, so I’m not sure how I feel about going alone. My parents are going on a vacation by themselves, as I’m sure I’d have mentioned a million times.”

“You can join me and my mother!” Chenle offered, and Renjun shook his hands and refused. “No, you two should enjoy it. Seriously, go ahead. I’d much rather stay here anyway. With the rest of these fools.”

The rest of the friends watched as the two spoke, eating quietly. “I’m staying here, because my parents are busy at work,” Jaemin said afterwards, and Jeno nodded. “Yeah, same here.”

“I’m staying, I don’t want to go anywhere, quite frankly.” Y/N said, and Haechan and Jisung agreed. “Yeah, I’m just going to rest at home,” Haechan told his friends. “I’m going to Canada for a bit to visit my family.” Mark, who lived alone, told the group.

“Oh, Canada..” Haechan said nostalgically, and Mark laughed and slapped Haechan playfully. “Ah, why?” Haechan yelped, rubbing his shoulder. “Come on, I didn’t hit you THAT hard..” Mark replied, a little concerned. “Uh huh, sure, screw you too.” Haechan answered, and Mark sighed. 

The eight hung out for a bit then left to their own houses. Mark dropped off Jaemin, Jeno and Haechan, who lived near each other, then came back to drop off Jisung, Chenle and Y/N, who lived close by each other. 

“Bye, Renjun!” The three waved Renjun a goodbye as they got in Mark’s car. Mark dropped off Jisung first, then Chenle. “So, Y/N, how do you feel about the Riki incident?”

“I’m honestly not sure. I don’t like it, that’s all I’m certain of.” She answered, and Mark smiled lightly. “I sincerely wish you luck at university. But we’ll be there to support and help you, so I’m sure you’ll be fine.” He assured Y/N, dragging out the word ‘fine’.

“Thanks, Mark. It means a lot. Off topic, but we’re here. Thanks for the ride, too. Bye!”

Mark waved her off and drove away. 

——————       /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

“Hey, Renjun, I’m back.” Mark had decided to stop by Renjun’s place for a bit, albeit impulsively. “Oh, hi. What brings you here?”

“I was just wondering, and mind you, this is just a theory. Should we plan something with Enha? Like, a getaway?”

“That’s.. not a bad idea, Mark. But how? Where? When?”

“We can discuss that with the rest after finalizing the basics of the plan. And also after discussing if we can all afford to travel. Because I was thinking something along the lines of a trip to Europe…”

“WHAT? You have quite high hopes on our money, Mark. Of course we can afford it, but at what cost?”

“Good point. But it’s also a good trip idea. Maybe a bit overrated, but it would definitely be fun.”

“Well, we’ll see. Chenle is going away, and so are you. We’ll discuss it tomorrow. Is that the only reason you visited me?”

“No… I was wondering how you felt about Y/N ranting about Niki. Cause you get quite jealous when that happens, and it happens TOO often.”

“Yeah, well, I can’t exactly do anything about it, so I always deal with it, Mark.” Renjun replied, slightly annoyed. Mark, sensing his boundaries, ended the discussion there and left after a short while.

Argh, I really can’t believe that little shit will be Y/N’s rival at university, too. Renjun thought to himself, shutting the door behind Mark.

 ——————       /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

“Good morning!” 

“Who the hell are you?” Y/N yelled to the unknown voice, grouchy because she was woken up by some fool at… 8 in the morning.

“Ouch, I can’t believe you don’t recognize your best friend’s voice. It’s me, Huang Renjun, you dimwit.”

Y/N hesitated, then jumped out of bed, staring down her window to see her father and Renjun staring back up at her. “Good morning, my lovely daughter. Renjun here wanted to discuss a trip that you had apparently planned and not informed me about, but I approve.”

“Wha—“

“Ah, well, don’t mention it, Y/N. You’re welcome for convincing your father and mother. She left early for work, by the way. Anyway, you coming? We’re meeting at Mark’s place. I’m here to pick you up, too. Such a helpful friend, right?”

“Yeah.. helpful..” Y/N muttered, walking away to have a shower and get dressed, as her father let Renjun in the house to have some breakfast.

“So, Renjun, this trip to Europe, will it be with Y/N as the only girl?”

“Well.. we don’t really have any other girls in our group.. I could ask if Haechan’s younger sister or Jeno’s elder sister would want to join, but I don’t think they will.”

“Ah, I see. I think I’ll feel better if there’s another female in the group, so see what you can do.”

Shit. Renjun cursed mentally, but nodded. “I’ll try my best, sir. Anyways, what’s for breakfast?”

As Renjun wolfed down waffles, Y/N walked downstairs, attempting to brush her hair. “Waffles? Great. Thanks, Dad.”

“You’re welcome, but you should thank your mother. She cooked them and went off, but I’m reheating them for you.”

Y/N grinned and sat next to Renjun, grabbing a plate piled with waffles. As her father walked upstairs to get dressed to leave, she immediately interrogated Renjun.

“What’s this I hear about a trip?” She asked him, looking very angry. “Yeah, uhm, just go with it, okay? We’re going to Europe, but we’re not sure when. But I don’t know if you’re going to come because your dad wants another ‘female’ in the group.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

“I’M SORRY! I know I should’ve spoken to you about the whole thing but I thought it would make a nice surprise.”

“Uh huh..” Y/N trailed off, finding her waffles more important than the conversation that was running.

——————       /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

At Mark’s place, there was chaos.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, EUROPE?” Five boys yelled, and Mark covered his ears hastily. “Shut up. This is for your own good. Believe me. We need it. University is actually going to whoop our asses.”

“Yeah, right. More like you want to watch us try and fail miserably at trying to speak French. Oui, oui. I know.”

“Haechan, it’s not always about you and your — quite honestly — unhealthy obsession with French, okay? Let Renjun and Y/N get here, and THEN we’ll talk. Until then, shut up. Thanks.”

Haechan frowned and stormed off to the backyard, in an attempt to cool off — which, by the way, failed miserably as it was summer, so all that did was heat him up even more and force him to get back in the house — as the rest waited for the two to enter.

“I actually like the plan. Even if we all don’t go, I’ll go by myself.” Chenle, the richest, mumbled to himself, and Jisung stared at him repugnantly. “You’re such a traitor..”

“Hey, you guys!” Y/N rushed in, sensing the hostile environment and deciding to act as the diplomat for the day. “Y/N! Thank you!” Mark exhaled, running to thump Renjun on the back. “Hey, Mark. You didn’t have to.” Mark smiled in response, settling down.

“So, Y/N, we’re going to assume you know about the plans of the trip. Wait right here and think about what you’re going to say on the topic while I go get Haechan.” Jeno spoke before he left the room.

“Uhm, okay..” Y/N agreed, slightly confused, and did exactly what Jeno asked her to do. 

“Mark, I do NOT have an unhealthy obsession with French.” That dialogue was the way the group realized Haechan was back and still mad. “Yeah, Mark, apologize.” Jeno said, rolling his eyes behind Haechan. “Ugh, fine, Haechan, I offer my sincerest apologies for saying you have an unhealthy obsession with the language of France, known as French or Français. Please accept this apology and forgive me.”

“I don’t think I will.”

“Fuck you. Anyway, Y/N, Renjun convinced your parents, right? What’d they say?”

“They said fine, actually—“ Y/N began, only to be interrupted by Renjun, who had forgotten to tell Y/N what her father had told him. “Oh, Y/N, they said fine, but they want another girl to guarantee your safety.. and other girl stuff.”

The group fell silent. “Oh.” Y/N said.

“So.. I was going to ask if either Jeno’s sister or Haechan’s sister would join..” 

“Yeah, no.” The two answered in unison, and Renjun sighed. 

“I just had an idea. Why don’t we invite Jungwon and his friends?” Jisung piped up, and everyone looked at him. “Yeah, almost all of them have sisters. And I know Y/N gets along with Konon.” Chenle added.

“What confuses me is how she gets along with Riki’s older sister but can’t stand Riki himself.” Jisung said, and Y/N rolled her eyes. “She’s fun, and she doesn’t want to compete with me. She isn’t competitive, not at all.” Y/N reminisced about her friend, whom she hadn’t met in a while.

“But if we invite them, you do realize Niki will be coming too, right?” Chenle asked her, and Y/N paused. “Oh. My. God.

“Guys, you can go ahead. I not. I can’t. I no go.”

——————       /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

In the end, the group did not go ahead with the plan because someone couldn’t stand going to a beautiful place and seeing Nishimura Riki’s face there. 

“You are such a party-pooper, Y/N.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Haechan, you try hanging out with your nemesis in The City of Love, Paris.” Y/N was mad, and she made sure Haechan understood that. “Oh, please, Y/N. You didn’t even consider it!”

It had been a week since the discussion had been opened — and closed almost instantaneously — and the boys were constantly annoying Y/N about the way she shut down the Europe plan single-handedly with a snap of her fingers. 

“I did consider it, and I’m considering it now. I changed my mind! Instead of no, it’s a definite no.”

Haechan grunted and got up, irritated. “Well, I’m sorry, I told you guys to go by yourselves, right? Go.” Y/N called after him. The rest of the guys were involved in the football game they were watching, which explained the ignorance to something they considered deeply important to them — the trip to Europe.

“I think I’ll leave, you guys.” Y/N got up. They were at Chenle’s house, which was a walkable distance away from her place as long as it wasn’t summer. A person could melt in that heat.

“Ah, why?” They paused their game to look at Y/N, complaining all at once about how she didn’t spend time with them because she was always at home alone. “Shut up, you guys. I’m not going away permanently. I’ll walk myself out. Shut the door behind you!”

She walked as fast as she could to get home, and let herself in her house. There were less than 15 days left until university started, and she was concerned about her major. She had chosen economics at first, but then realized her heart wasn’t in it. And also because she hadn’t taken the subject at school either, she had to change her mind, fast.

She was considering Japanese as a major, but wanted to pick another major so she could show off and also keep herself busy. The only other majors she could pick and manage to handle would be English, Chinese, Accounting or Visual Arts. She was not confident of her arts, so she scratched it out. And English as a major would not be fun, which would put her off. Of course, she would easily grab herself an A* grade, but what was the fun in that? No, she needed to struggle.

Chinese it would be, then.

——————       /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

A week until university began, and the Dreamies were hanging out. “Guys, what are you going to major in?” Renjun asked the friends, and Y/N replied immediately. “Chinese and Japanese.”

“Woah, double major! Nice. I’m picking Dance.” Jisung said, and the group wasn’t surprised at all. Jisung was well known for his dance abilities, especially his popping skills. “I’m picking Music.” Haechan said, and Renjun nodded. “I’m also taking Music.” “I’m taking up Fashion Design.” Chenle spoke up. “I’m taking Journalism,” Mark announced, grinning. “You? Journalism? Woah. I’m taking Visual Arts.” Jaemin informed the group, who smiled and turned to Jeno, waiting for his answer.

“Guys, this might come as a surprise to you.. but I picked Veterinary Sciences.”

“Not really a big surprise.” Haechan immediately said, and the group murmured their agreement. “Yeah, sweetie, it was expected, but you’ll be taking the studies of sciences, and we’ll be all students of the arts.” Jaemin said, and Jeno sighed. “Yeah, I know. I’ll be busy most of the time, and I feel so sad about it. But we’ll meet, right?”

“Yeah, duh, you goof!” Mark said. “Who even uses goof anymore?” Chenle asked Mark, who shrugged. “Oh, shut up, Chenle.”

——————       /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

The day before university began, the group met up with their other group of friends, who called themselves Enha. Enha consisted of seven friends — Lee Heeseung, Park Jongseong (better known as Jay),  Sim Jaeyun (better known as Jake), Park Sunghoon, Kim Sunoo, Yang Jungwon, and (the Dreamies liked calling him Y/N’s favorite person) Nishimura Riki. 

“Hi, you guys! What’s up?” Jake greeted everyone, who were busy grabbing seats at the friend groups’ favorite café. “Nothing, really.” Jay replied on behalf of everyone, who nodded.

“You guys are boring. Why do I even hang out with you?”

“Because you don’t have friends.” Haechan answered, and Jake sighed. “Fair enough. I really hope you guys picked your majors.”

“Course we did. I’m doing Music with Renjun, Chenle is taking Fashion Design, Jaemin is taking Visual Arts, Jeno is taking Veterinary Sciences, Mark is taking Journalism, and Y/N is going to be a double major in Chinese and Japanese.” Haechan answered

“What.” Niki looked up and stared Y/N in the eye. “Wha-?” Y/N asked, too tired to argue. “I’m majoring in Japanese. How could you major in it too?”

That was when things went nuclear.

“Not everything revolves around you, you fool. I took Japanese because I wanted to master it and show it off to people, because I will put in effort. Did you expect me to read your mind? Huh? Like, ‘Oh! Riki is taking Japanese! I will sacrifice my passion for him!’ Why did you take Japanese, anyway? You speak it incredibly fluently. I would say you speak it a bit too fluently.”

“Hey! I didn’t expect you to read my mind. I thought it’d be obvious. Yes, it’s my native tongue, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to learn its culture and history. I love history, and you should know that. Because that’s the one subject I manage to keep defeating you in. And don’t you ever call me a fool. I never asked you to forfeit your passion. I wouldn’t have taken Japanese if I knew that’s your passion. As far as I’m aware, you never mentioned Japanese even once.”

The group, meanwhile, was watching the conversation play out like table tennis, their heads whipping from one side to another.

“Ah, culture and history. You? Learning culture? I would never believe that, even if the Presidents themselves declared it to the world. And, for your information, I don’t share all the information I have about me with people I consider my rivals. That’s literally rule number one in Not Being Foolish. Of course, you wouldn’t understand, because you are a huge fool. Did you hear me? F. O. O. L.”

“That’s it. I’m leaving. Do you not realize that learning your culture is a thing? You know what? I’m breaking Clause 1 of our rule book. Fuck. You.”

“How dare you? I’m breaking it too. Fuck you.”

The two stormed out of the café, only to realize they were headed in the same direction. Neither party wanted to concede, so they ended up staring in opposite directions while standing outside. The group of friends, meanwhile, were happily sipping their drinks and eating, being used to such arguments. In their experience, they’d either never make up or make up after ages. Till then, they would enjoy their time and keep them away from each other. 

After their café outing, the two enemies were still standing outside the café, much to the annoyance of the owner of the place, who was constantly seen trying to be the diplomat for the two and failing miserably each time. The rest of their friends walked out, and they rejoined their respective friend groups, waving goodbye to the others and glaring at each other angrily. They then proceeded to storm off as fast as possible into the cars of the drivers of the friend groups.

“I can’t believe I have to see his face in almost all my classes.”

“I can’t believe I have to see her face in almost all my classes.”

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“Good morning, class! We’ll be starting our Japanese Studies class tomorrow. For now, I want to test your level of Japanese. People who don’t speak it fluently but want to learn only the history, this class is not for you. The Japanese Culture and History class begins at 12 noon. Those who speak Japanese at a beginner or intermediate level, yes, this class might be the one you’ve taken, but I hope you’ve also opted to get Japanese tutoring with me after school. For those of you who have, the tutoring is on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, between 6-7 PM. You may stay back or leave and return, but please make sure to attend. For those of you who speak at an advanced level, I’m glad! You don’t have extra classes to attend. 

“Welcome, all my students! I hope you are ready to learn more about Japanese, a beautiful language and culture. I will be your teacher for Japanese Studies and Japanese Culture and History. Japanese Studies is the literature and language part of Japanese offered at Zephyr University, and if you speak Japanese fluently, and want to master it almost completely, you’re in the right place. I’m your professor, and we will have a quick quiz to try and figure out your level of Japanese understanding. This will be a written test that involves listening, reading and writing skills. I don’t want to test your speaking skills at the moment, since even the most confident Japanese writers have trouble with speaking the language. If you’re ready, I’ll give out the test papers.”

It was a vaguely sunny Monday morning, and the day had barely begun. But it was already going bad for two people, called Y/N L/N and Nishimura Riki, who considered each other their enemies, but had ended up sitting next to each other. When the two realized that they would have to spend the rest of their degree next to each other, they bowed politely and shuffled as far to the edge of the shared seat as they could. They shook hands and agreed not to bother each other unless it was for coursework, and clamped their mouths shut.

The two wrote and passed the test with flying colors, and were pronounced ‘Japanese speakers whom I need to befriend’ by the professor, who looked too proud to be real. The students thanked the professor and smiled at each other as fakely as possible to pass as a smile to the professor’s keen eyes, and sat yet again on the edge of the shared seat.

After class, the professor stopped the two at the door. “I hope to see you two interact more often, and I hope to interact with you two too. I’m glad to have such students in my class. The other advanced learners will not be paired with you two for group projects. I’ll probably have the intermediate learners be with you, so that they learn something. I hope you enjoyed my class!”

The two enemies attempted to formulate a response that would be appropriate, half-succeeded, and ran away from each other like their lives depended on it.

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“Bro, I swear, Renjun, I might just slap Niki if I get compared to him in class.” 

“But Y/N, the professor is the one comparing you.”

“Yeah, well, the professor is sweet. Niki? Not so much. After seeing our performance in his Culture and History class, the professor decided he would ask both of us to dinner with some of his senior students.”

Renjun winced. “Sheesh, getting invited to dinner really takes a lot out of you, right? Especially if it’s an opportunity to create contacts with people who might be useful to you later.”

“Huh. You’re right. When did I become like this? I would’ve jumped at an opportunity to get contacts. Is this what enemies do to you?”

“Maybe. Now, can I please go pee?”

“I’m so sorry. Please go.”

It was lunchtime, and Renjun had gone to Y/N’s class to pick her up and drop her off at the cafeteria, then go to the bathroom. But Y/N had other plans, so he had ended up listening to her rant about Nishimura Riki for about six minutes until he could actually go pee. ‘The things I do for someone I like..’ he thought to himself, running away from Y/N.

Meanwhile, the Dreamies were waiting for the two best friends in the cafeteria, having reserved a table next to none other than Enha, unfortunately for Y/N.

“Where the heck are they?” Mark asked, getting impatient. Renjun had forced the Dreamies to sit and not grab their lunch till the two of them got there. Y/N was taking her own sweet time to walk, deep in thought, while Renjun had run to the other side of campus because all bathrooms in their side were undergoing maintenance checks.

After five minutes of impatient foot-tapping, Renjun arrived, and much to his shock, Y/N hadn’t arrived. “Did Y/N really not show up?”

“Yeah, she did! She’s right here, sitting next to Karen, my daughter.” Haechan said sarcastically, not forgetting to add a bunch of curse words under his breath. “If you’ll excuse me, Renjun, I will go eat.” Jaemin said, who was pissed off because of how his classes went. The table followed, leaving Renjun to call Y/N repeatedly, who had just made it outside the cafeteria door.

“Where were you?” Renjun asked her when she finally sat, and she sighed. “Sorry, I was daydreaming.” “Which is an acceptable excuse any other time, but after making me wait to pee and making the table wait to eat, it isn’t even remotely okay.”

“I’m sorry, I swear. I’ll go get my food.” Y/N got up to join the long queue, leaving Renjun to save the table for themselves and go hungry.

‘The things I do for someone I like..’

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Before they knew it, a week had flown by, and it had been a hectic week indeed. The first years had clubs to join, parties to throw, exams and quizzes and tests to pass, assignments to hand in, sleep to get, food to eat, fun to have, friends to make, but no time. The first ever party had already been thrown, but being the academic overachievers they were, Y/N and Niki had stayed back, leaving their friends to tell them each and every detail of the party.

“I don’t drink alcohol, ever.” Niki shrugged when his friends came back, and they sighed, “This wasn’t an alcohol party. We don’t do underage drinking. It’s not cool.”

“Oh. Well. Um. I had to study, we have a test coming up—“

“Save the lies, we had a bunch of Japanese majors in the party. And before you mention Sociology, we had Sociology takers too. You don’t take any other classes, so you find yourself in a sticky position right about.. now.” Jungwon told Niki, settling down on Niki’s bed. “Ugh, I hate you guys sometimes.”

“The feeling’s mutual, sometimes.” Sunghoon assured him, taking a seat next to Jungwon, on the bed.

“How was the party?” Niki asked, choosing to ignore the statement. “It was fun, but I saw the Dreamies without Y/N. I think you both are perfect for each other.” Sunoo commented casually, attempting to make his hair sit flat. “Yeah, no, don’t ever say that again.” Niki replied, a bit annoyed.

“Okay then. Anyway, I’m going to go, I need my sleep.” Sunoo said, leaving after waving everyone goodbye. One by one, everyone left Niki’s room, leaving him alone.

He scrunched his eyebrows, running a hand through his hair.

“Shit, are we perfect for each other?”

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A similar showdown went on in Y/N’s room, where the boys had gone after the party. After assuring Y/N that they had never consumed alcohol, ever, they proceeded to tell Y/N that Niki hadn’t been at the party either. Haechan made the grave mistake of stating that Y/N and Niki were perfect for each other.

“Bye, Haechan. I hope you lose your way home and step on a Lego.”

“I’m just pointing out what’s obvious.” Haechan shrugged, leaving the room without another word after seeing the look on Y/N’s face. Eventually everyone left, and Y/N sighed.

“We can’t be perfect for each other, right? Shit, are we?”

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After that conversation with their friends, the two enemies went from enemies to just plain awkward. Their friends’ words repeated in their heads like a mantra, and took up a fair amount of space in their minds. 

Another person who was haunted by the sentence was Renjun, who couldn’t shake the feeling that something would happen that would cause him to be forced to not like Y/N anymore. 

In almost no time, midterms season began, and the two friend groups, Enha and the Dreamies immediately dispersed to study on their own. They had tried the method of group study, but declared it useless when they got their eleventh grade midterm results. The groups had decided to never speak of that day ever again.

Exams were hectic, but what was more stressful for Y/N and Niki was that one sentence said by two people but with the exact same words. Coincidence? They thought NOT.

The only time they properly spoke was when the midterms results came out. “Congratulations, Y/N.” Niki said, attempting to shake her hand but changing his mind halfway, using his stretched hand to rub his head instead. “Thank you, Riki.” Y/N replied, equally awkward. Their friends watched the little exchange, incredibly confused. Where were the backhanded insults?

They decided to investigate by themselves. Enha recounted their conversations with Niki, and the Dreamies recalled conversations with Y/N, trying to find anything weird. Eventually, the conversation came to the night of the party. They spoke about the sentence, and realized they had messed up big time.

“Woah, Sunoo, we’re a match made in heaven!” Haechan exclaimed, and Sunoo shuddered. “No offense, but I really don’t —“

“Oh, let me have my moment.”

They discussed the problem and concluded that they’d just have to wait it out.

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How long would they remain waiting, though? It was really getting rather boring. How could one sentence affect two enemies so deeply? Unless..

No, they couldn’t possibly be developing feelings for each other.

No.

Those were the thoughts in Renjun’s head, as he walked to pick up Y/N from class as usual. “Y/N, are you sure you still hate Niki? I haven’t heard you rant about him in months..”

“Of course I don’t like him. Anyway, what’s for lunch?”

Renjun didn’t miss the not-so-subtle conversation change, but didn’t comment for his own mental stability. If his long-time crush was crushing on her long-time enemy, he would rather die than know. “Ah, I think they have hotpot. But you know we shouldn’t risk it. What if it’s bad?”

“What if it’s good? I think taking risks is good. We didn’t have it last time but everyone loved it. Besides, it’s made by the Chinese Culture students, and I’m one of them. Don’t worry. And yeah, yeah, I haven’t tasted it.”

“Ah, fine. Just for you.” Renjun offhandedly commented, but didn’t realize the full extent of what he’d said until a few seconds later. But Y/N had already moved on, and his heart broke, just a little bit.

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It was the time of the year when the students would be assigned groups for their group projects that counted toward 40 percent of their grades, and Y/N had two groups to balance out. Unfortunately, as she had anticipated but hoped against, the person she was most awkward around, Nishimura Riki, was in her group for her Japanese project. 

“So, what do you guys think we should do for the project? The professor has given us full freedom as long as we have a presentation.” Y/N gulped her personal life and put on her professional behavior. She never mixed work with personal stuff.

Their group consisted of Y/N, Riki, and two intermediate students: Kim Chaewon and Han Jisung.

“I feel like we can do a presentation on the fashion industry through the years!” Chaewon offered, and Han shrugged. “I’m fine with that topic, but I’ll have you know that I can’t speak on it. So I’m not going to present the topic, but I’m open to do the rest of the work.”

“That’s fine, Han. Riki, do you think the topic is fine?”

“Yes, I think it is.” Riki replied shortly, and the group sighed, relieved. “Well, we have the difficult part out of the way. So we’ll meet tomorrow and discuss the workload. We have a month, right? We can do this.” Y/N, the natural leader, said, and Han saluted her. “Okay. We have dance practice at our club, so we’ll take our leave, thank you!” Chaewon indicated herself and Han, and the two rushed out, as they were running late.

Which left the awkward pair together.

“So.. Y/N, do you have any ideas for the presentation? I’m bad at fashion, but I can try researching.”

“Actually.. I’m crap at fashion, too. But Chaewon is well known for her designs. She’s a fashion design major! But she minors in Japanese. Chenle was telling me she’s their professor’s favorite. So we’ll count on her for the design part. We can figure out the theme of the PowerPoint, and the history part. We can give the PowerPoint making part to Han, because he’s a tech whiz. We can research the history and pop-culture behind trends, and the backstory of the designs!”

Niki smiled at Y/N’s enthusiasm, causing Y/N to ask him what was up. “Nothing, seeing you enthusiastic makes me laugh.” Niki shrugged, opening up his laptop to start researching. What he saw out of the corner of his eyes was Y/N reddening slightly, and that made Niki grin to himself.

The start of things.

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“How did you find the group for your group project? Ours is incredible!” Renjun said, happy that he and Haechan were in the same group with other intellectual students. 

“Yeah, I’m happy. Me, Niki, Chaewon and Han Jisung are in a group together!” Y/N said, smiling at Renjun. 

“Wait. Hold on. Happy and Niki in one sentence? Did something happen?” “No, but Niki isn’t half bad when he isn’t being mean, you know?”

Renjun’s heart broke a bit yet again, but he didn’t say anything.

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“So, hi guys. Han, we sent you a bit of research. Were you able to format it and add it to the presentation?”

“Yeah. I shared you guys the link, just check your mail. And I also added Chaewon’s sketches, so look over it. And who’s presenting?”

“Mostly Chaewon.”

“I’m happy.” The fashion major smiled, and got back to her sketches. “Anyway, this is a bit of a modern take on a kimono that a popular fashion designer created. I've texted you the designer’s details, Han. Just scan this sketch and add the details to the PPT, would you?”

“Yeah, sure, Chaewon. Y/N?”

Y/N, realizing she was caught, blinked herself back to reality. She had been staring at Niki, wondering why something had changed. She couldn’t put a finger on what had changed exactly, but she knew something was up with herself.

“What’s up, Han?”

“Could you just look up this guy’s Wikipedia page? Chaewon says they’re really popular, so I think we should add a slide for the person.”

“Okay, done. You got it.”

“Niki?”

Niki, also realizing he was caught, looked at Han. He had also been wondering what had changed between him and Y/N’s enmity “Yeah, Han?”

“Could you please help out Y/N? I need to finish this slide and get to class.”

“Right, okay.” Niki walked over to Y/N, grabbing a chair and sitting next to Y/N. “What do you need help with?” “Nothing, really. Just help me cut out unwanted information.”

And the group sat to work with each other, proving to be an excellent team. They knew who the professor’s favorites would be, starting next year.

Chaewon and Han ran off to their classes, leaving Niki and Y/N to continue their research. Since their schedules differed, Chaewon and Han worked whenever they could, and Y/N and Niki worked together whenever they could. 

“Niki, I don’t mean to make things awkward, but don’t you get the feeling we’ve changed?” “Yeah, well, people change, Y/N—“

“You know as well as I do that that’s not what I meant.”

“Right.” Niki paused for a bit, and Y/N spun to look at him.

“Do you think it’s more awkward than it used to be between us?” Niki asked, and Y/N sighed. “Yeah, and we aren’t even enemies anymore. I would go as far as to say we’re.. friends?”

“Huh. Strange. I agree that it’s awkward, by the way. It’s just, Sunoo said something that spooked me.” “Funny. Haechan said something that creeped me out too.”

“Wait..”

“Sunoo said that we’re meant for each other, didn’t he.”

“Holy shit.” Niki’s eyes widened, and he immediately turned back to his laptop, leaving Y/N to contemplate her life, yet again.

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“Sunoo, why would you say that?”

Y/N had decided to personally pay a visit to Sunoo, who was extremely lost. “Ah, Y/N, unfortunately I say a lot of things, so unless you get specific..”

“About me and Niki being perfect for each other.”

“Ah.”

Sunoo quietly walked away, making Y/N run after him indignantly. “Oi! Just answer!”

“Obviously because you are perfect for each other. In fact, I’d be willing to bet you that Haechan is being harassed by Niki for the same reason that you’re harassing me about.”

“… I’ll call Haechan and ask him.”

Y/N obediently dialed Haechan, who picked up after some time. “Y/N, save me! Niki is running after me for God knows what!”

Y/N sighed and disconnected the call. “Fine, you win. But I don’t like him.”

“Yeah, you don’t.” Sunoo agreed, walking away. “Yet.”

Meanwhile, Haechan was hazardously running around campus while Niki chased him, shouting, “Get back here, Haechan! We need to talk!” 

Eventually, the two boys were exhausted and so they stopped by a tree. 

“Haechan, why’d you..” Niki half-heartedly laid on the grass, catching his breath. 

“Why’d.. what..” Haechan asked, equally exhausted. “Why’d you tell Y/N..”

“What..?”

“That we’re perfect,”

“Ah.” Haechan sighed, sitting down next to Niki. “Look, you both have similar personalities and behavior. The two of you are smart, share the same friend groups and even majors, although Y/N is a double major. I’m sure teachers ship you privately, too. Not that it’s their business, but then again, most teachers make it their business to pair people who are beneficial to each other.” Haechan took a deep breath, tired.

“I see. But I wish you hadn’t. We’re awkward now. In fact, the only reason I confronted you is because we brought this up yesterday. It’s sort of a good thing, since we aren’t exactly enemies anymore, but we don’t exactly feel too comfortable around each other. But we see each other as friends, for the moment.”

“.. did you say for the moment? NIKI, DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON—“

“SHUT UP, HAECHAN!”

Things are in motion.

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“Renjun, and Haechan, how’s your group project?” Y/N asked Renjun at the cafeteria table with the Dreamies. Haechan chose not to speak, instead stuffing his mouth full of rice cakes, leaving Renjun to answer. “Yes, it’s going great. I’m happy with our progress.”

“That’s great! Chenle, I heard from Chaewon that your group is doing amazing so far because that person dropped out. Do you find it fun?”

“Yes! Very much so. That person was annoying us. Thank God the professor realized it and kicked them off our group. Which reminds me. Jaemin, are you glad you’re working solo?”

“Yeah. Listening to my friends’ stories, I can’t help thinking my team projects can wait till second year. But Jeno is the luckiest. They don’t even have a group project in Year 1!”

“Yeah, we don’t. But then again, our major is difficult so.. we need balance.” Jeno said, pretending to levitate. The group laughed at him.

“Mark, how’s Journalism?”

“Eh.. I don’t know. I think I’ll switch majors. You guys remember when I used to compose songs, right?”

“OH, MY GOD! YES! PLEASE JOIN US!” Haechan swallowed his food instantly and clapped his hands together. Renjun nodded aggressively, and Mark grinned. “It’s decided then. I’m switching majors!”

The table cheered, making the cafeteria turn their heads. When they saw that it was the Dreamies, they went back to their food.

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“Niki, Chaewon and Han won’t be joining us today. They have dance practice for two hours, so I asked them to give themselves a rest. We’re almost done, anyway.”

“Ah, that’s fine. I honestly wish we didn’t have to end this project. Working with you guys is so fun.” Niki replied to Y/N. The two were sitting together and researching for their concluding slide and speech, because ‘Two minds are better than one!’.

“Aww. I had fun working with you too.” Y/N replied, smiling at him. Riki hastily looked away, so that Y/N didn’t see him blush. ‘When did I start getting this way?’ He wondered silently. “Thanks!” He said out loud.

“You’re welcome!” Y/N grinned again, and looked back at her computer screen. ‘Jeez, he looks good today.’

“Um, Y/N, can I tell you something then leave? You don’t have to comment. You can just forget it.”

“Sure, go ahead. But now I’m scared. Do you have a grim secret that no one knows about?”

“Grim, yes, no one knows, no. Um. I… kind of like you?” 

Niki got up robotically and walked out of the room.

“I like you too!” Y/N called after him, not realizing that he hadn’t meant it in a platonic way.

——————       /ᐠ - ˕ -マ             LET’S REWIND!

. . . . . 🛁    [6th Grade]

 “First place, Y/N L/N!” The host yelled into the mic, as Y/N walked up to the stage to collect her award. ‘Woah, she looks so pretty!’ Nishimura Riki thought to himself, watching his crush walk on stage. “Second place, Nishimura Riki!” The host called, and Riki walked on stage too, taking a place next to Y/N. “Ugh, did you cheat?” He asked her, rolling his eyes dramatically. 

“No, I could ask you the same, though. Second place? Really?” She rolled her eyes back at him. 

“Oh, please. Me? Cheat? Yeah, right. You’re just jealous.” Niki replied, smirking lightly. “No, you!”

“Okay, hush now, kids.” The host smiled kindly at the two nemeses, remembering her own time at school.

. . . . . 🛁    [9th Grade]

“Did you really kiss that idiot?” Niki confronted Y/N after school. “Come on, it was just a dare. Why do you care anyway?”

“I don’t.” Niki said out loud, but his heart screamed at him to tell her everything. ‘Yeah, I do care, because I’ve crushed on you for the past three years of my life!’

“This is a waste of my time.” Y/N walked away, leaving Niki alone with his feelings.

. . . . . 🛁    [10th Grade]

The snow was falling, and it was the first snow of the year. Niki was with his enemy by day, crush by night, Y/N. 

“Y/N, I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I.. like you. A lot.”

“Aww! Niki, I like you too! In fact, let’s get married right now.”

Niki woke up, and smiled to himself. ‘You fool, if you don’t watch out, you’ll be in love with her and you won’t differentiate dreams versus reality.’

. . . . . 🛁    [11th Grade]

“Y/N, will you please keep quiet? You have done nothing but annoy me the whole class. You are an insufferable know-it-all.”

The teacher was one who was hated by the whole school, including the teachers. But the principal had no choice but to keep him in school, since he was on contract. 

Y/N was being unfairly yelled at, but no one had the courage to help her out. Y/N had tears in her eyes that she was trying to desperately blink to eternal hell, but she was still being scolded.

“Sir, how can you yell at her for your mistakes? She isn’t your assistant. It was your duty to correct and grade our papers. Just because you forgot to do it doesn’t mean you take your anger out on innocent students.” Niki stood up, really annoyed.

Thanks to Niki, the whole class rose against the teacher, and he was put on unpaid leave.

“Thanks, Nishimura. I owe you one.” Y/N said after the issue.

They went back to being enemies.

She still owed him one.

——————       /ᐠ - ˕ -マ             BACK 2 THE PRESENT!

“NIKI! Wait up!” Y/N had realized quite quickly that the statement was not platonic. However, Sir Nishimura The Bashful had made a run for it, and Y/N was on scouting mode.

“Niki! Wait.” After a bit of running, she found Niki about to run into the male toilets. 

“What? You said I could make a run for it.”

“Look.. I don’t like you in that way. I’m not sure if I will. But things are changing between us. And.. I think I like the change. We’re friends, right? Right now, that’s all we’re going to be. I don’t want to give you even an inkling of hope. Because anything could happen. I’m sorry, Niki. If it’s too awkward, we’ll not hang out anymore. Let’s just finish the project.”

Niki smiled softly. “Y/N, relax. I will like you. My feelings will probably not change. And I’m sorry for being so mean all these years. It wasn’t good. It was toxic. I was trying to mask my feelings and ended up being mean. There’s absolutely no pressure on you. And why would there be? You don’t like me, it’s the end of the story. If you ever do, just know I’m right here. And I’m fine being friends. But I know you’ll find it awkward. So if you ever do, talk about it. Now, I will hide away in the bathrooms. Please do not find me. Thank you.”

Y/N watched as her sworn enemy-turned-liked melted away into the bathrooms, and sighed as she walked away, heart heavy, feeling dejected.

What she didn’t know was that Renjun had seen it all happen. And what she didn’t know was that Renjun’s heart was chipping away bit by bit.

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“Ugh, I just wanna travel somewhere.” Y/N told Renjun, who had been uncharacteristically silent the whole day. It had been two days since the confession, and Niki and Y/N were just projectmates at the moment. “I want to too, but you know we’re busy. Just two more days, then we leave for break, and then we immediately have our exams. Time’s flying.”

“Right, I forgot about the break and exams. Is this the effect of university? Don’t answer that. How’s your project presentation? Is it done?”

“Yeah, it is. Knowing you and Riki, yours should be done too.”

“Yeah! Chaewon is presenting, so I don’t have to worry much. I’m helping Han present, and Nishimura will be helping Chaewon. So I’m just going to relax for now, and the Chinese project is super easy. I picked food culture, which is incredibly easy. My team is presenting tomorrow for Chinese, and Japanese is on the last day.”

“Great.” Renjun replied shortly. Y/N was left confused.

“Renjun, are you fine?”

“Great.” Renjun attempted a smile, which wobbled slightly.

“If you don’t wanna talk, fine. I’ll go.”

‘Don’t go.. I’m sorry.’ 

Was what Renjun wanted to say. Instead, he said, “Fine, I guess.”

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Renjun was just a bit broken. But he would be fine, as always. He was used to the complete cold behavior that Y/N showed sometimes. She wasn’t often sentimental with him, and it seemed like she lacked emotions sometimes.

Renjun liked following his routine. He would wake up, brush his teeth, take a shower, get dressed, go downstairs, read the newspaper while he ate, remind himself not to think about Y/N, think about Y/N, shake his head and revise the previous day’s lessons, then leave. University wasn’t a clear-cut routine, so he went with the flow. The one thing that was routine was him picking Y/N up for lunch.

It was obvious that Nishimura Riki hated him, because Riki had already picked Y/N up for lunch. 

‘He’s competition, alright.’

Renjun had to resort to walking with Haechan, who could be chatty sometimes (read: always). “How are things with Y/N?”

Renjun gasped as if he’d been electrocuted, clutching his heart. “How do you know? Only Mark knew!”

“What? I meant your friendship. Wait, what the fuck?”

“Haechan, do me a favor. Drop me in the ground. I’ll dig a hole for you. Please. All you have to do is watch me crawl then bury me.”

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While Renjun was confessing to Haechan about his true feelings for Y/N, Niki was having fun with Y/N, annoying her so she would tell him her bias in Weak Boy Scouts, the world’s most popular boy band.

“Why are you asking?”

“Because I want to get to know you better. I’m kidding, I need blackmail material.”

“Ugh, screw you. My bias is T.”

“Woah. Mine’s G-sad. He’s an amazing dancer.”

“Yeah, that reminds me. Why didn’t you major in dance? You have a talent, and you’re passionate about it.”

“Well.. Japanese is my mother tongue, and I wanted to respect it. Besides, you were taking it too, so..”

“Wait, you gave up your passion so you could be in the same class as me?”

“No! That was just a bonus. Besides, I do dance. In classes. I work a part-time job at a dance studio, you know.”

“I did not know.”

“… The more you know?”

Y/N enjoyed getting to know Niki, because she was curious. After all these years of being enemies, she hadn’t realized that she and Niki really were eerily similar. Niki loved hotpot too, and Y/N promised to take him to the best hotpot restaurant in their town.

“Well, that was fun. But we have class now, so I’ll leave. You have Chinese next, right? Enjoy.” Niki smiled and waved, picking up his bag and leaving.

Y/N stared after him, wondering why and how everything had changed so drastically.

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“Renjun, you’ve been avoiding me all these days.”

The Dreamies were having dinner together, since it was break and they hadn’t hung out in three days. The others took the dialogue as a cue to leave, and Renjun looked at Haechan and Mark pleadingly. They shrugged as if to say ‘You’re on your own, buddy,’ and left with the boys, crossing their fingers behind their backs.

“Nah, not really. You have been busy. With your new best friend, Riki.”

“Well, I’m allowed to have other friends. He’s not my best friend. You are, and you always will be.”

‘Ouch,’ Renjun thought. “Friend? He has a crush on you. Or maybe he’s in love with you. Friend? I think not.”

“Well, guess what? You’re wrong, Renjun. Friend. He’s a friend. I don’t know how you know about his crush on me, but we agreed to stay friends.”

“Ah, yeah right. You can’t be friends with your crush. Believe me, I’d know.”

And know he did. Even now, he had the urge to apologize over and over for instigating the argument. He never could stand when he argued with Y/N. But he had to stand his ground this time. He didn’t want to let go of what could possibly be his first love.

“You know what? I don’t want to have this conversation with you. I’m leaving. Don’t talk to me.”

“Y/N..” Renjun called after her, but she’d already left.

She’d left with a big chunk of his heart. What else could she possibly take?

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Over time, Y/N and Renjun grew more distant, much to their dismay. They tried meeting, but it had become too awkward. And also over time, Niki and Y/N had grown closer, much to Renjun’s discomfort. He knew he was almost totally to blame, but a small part of him pined for Y/N and the fun they used to have.

‘No, Renjun. It’s time to move on,’ he shook himself, looking in the mirror, attempting to smolder.

‘Yeah, no, you’re in deep shit.’

On the other hand, Y/N did think about Renjun. But in a pissed off way, not in an emotional way. She discussed her problem with Niki, who suggested reaching out to him to discuss the problem.

‘How the hell did it come to this? Me, asking Nishimura Riki, for help?’ She mentally slapped herself, looking at Niki as he explained to her.

“So, you should ask him to talk and discuss your little argument. How is he jealous of you spending time with Chaewon?” 

Y/N hadn’t been completely honest, but what option did she have?

“Anyway, my point is that you should reach out to him first. He’s probably trying to do the same but doesn’t have the guts. So show him who’s more courageous. It’s a power move, for sure.”

Y/N sighed at the prospect of confronting Renjun. She wished it was easy, but it wasn’t. “Thanks, Niki. I appreciate it.”

She immediately shot a text to Renjun, who was debating whether to reply immediately or save his ego.

“Yeah, he said he’ll meet me after his classes.”

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“Y/N, look. I’m sorry. I’m an idiot. Of course you can hang out with Niki. It’s your life. I'm nobody. Enjoy. And this isn’t sarcastic or bitter or anything negative. I’m being honest. I didn’t take the first step this time, but I’m sorry for that.”

“I’m sorry too, Renjun. I know that you meant the best for me. But I trust that Niki will respect me and my boundaries if he likes me that much. So don’t worry, and we’ll hang out more often. I could never forget you at all. You’re my best friend, and have been since the fifth grade.”

And so they made up, no matter how bad the apologies were or how bad the argument had been. 

Things will never be the same.

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Time flew, and it was finals season. Students everywhere were falling ill due to the stress, and the university’s nurse’s office was overwhelmed by the number of students complaining of a variety of illnesses. “Jeez, you would think we’re the only doctors in the city.” The nurse complained to Y/N, who had accompanied Niki to the nurse because he was feeling feverish.

“Yeah, you’re running a fever, kid. A high one, at that. A whopping 103 degrees. What have you been doing?”

“Studying..” Niki replied hoarsely, and the doctor sighed. “Stay in the office, I’ll get the nurse to arrange a bed for you. I’ll give you medicines in a few minutes, there are students I have to treat. I swear, kids these days..”

The doctor trailed off, wiping her forehead as she greeted a horde of students.

“Ah, Niki, why do you do this to yourself?” Y/N sighed, staring at Niki.

“Your phone’s ringing,” Niki ignored her, looking at her phone. “Yeah, I’ll pick it up.”

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Renjun. You busy?”

“Kind of. What’s up?”

“I needed a favor, I’m feeling slightly cold, do you mind dropping in? My parents aren’t in town, and I needed someone’s opinion.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t.. Can you get someone else to come?”

“… You were my first contact, but sure. Thanks a lot, Y/N.”

Y/N sighed, shutting her phone off. “Who was it?”

“No one, Niki, just rest.”

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“This kid has a fever of 104 degrees, what’s happening to kids? I swear.”

Y/N looked up from her phone to see Renjun being rushed into the doctor’s office by Mark and Jisung. “He’d collapsed, but he said something about calling you before he fell?” Mark asked, bewildered.

‘What the fuck?’ Y/N was in shock, but she masked it. “He had called me, but I was with Niki.. so..”

“Where are his friends? I thought you and Renjun were best friends—“

“Hey, just because we’re best friends doesn’t mean there are other people that I can just ditch.”

“Sounds like you’re prioritizing a bit weirdly. Do you have a crush on Niki or something? Because that’s definitely an unacceptable excuse for ditching your best friend of more than 8 years.”

“Shut up, Mark. I’ll apologize later.”

‘Argh, Y/N, how many more apologies can you offer someone with a broken heart?’ Mark groaned to himself, staring at Renjun’s feverish face.

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Many students had to postpone their final paper, but it had all been done and dusted. The teacher from Y/N’s old school had called her to talk about the improvement in her relationship with Niki, which she found strange. 

“Anyway, the teacher was happy. Did the teacher call you too?”

“Yeah, pretty much the same thing.” Niki answered, grinning. 

The students of Zephyr University were on break, and boy, did they plan on having fun.

Much to Y/N’s disappointment, Renjun had not accepted her shabby apology, but had sighed and conceded after a week of not speaking to her. Now, he was in China like he’d wanted to go the previous year, and her only hope was Niki. 

“Niki, if I told you I liked you right now, what would you do?”

It had been a light question, but the look on Niki’s face told Y/N that he had taken it much more seriously than she had assumed he would.

“Why, do you?”

“Well.. I do enjoy being with you, and I think I’ve prioritized you over a lot of stuff, and you are quite attractive, but.. actually, I don’t know. Maybe I do like you.”

“Woah. If you do, I’d say that I’m happy and say that I’d ask you out after we finish our second year.”

“And I’d say okay.”

“Woah.”

“Woah, indeed.”

Y/N smiled. She wasn’t sure if she liked him the way he did, but she did know that she was falling for him day by day. And she told him that, wanting to have a clean slate from the very beginning.

That was where it all started. And ended.

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What started, you may ask? Chaos. Like turning to love. The enemies dating, and rumors flying.

What ended? Ha, what a great question. Y/N’s friendship with Renjun? Nope.

Quite far off. Everyone noticed it happening slowly. But they didn’t want to jinx it. Their academic rivalry was gone, and so was Renjun’s sanity!

“Mark! How the hell did they end up falling for each other? I’m dying to know here!” Renjun fanned himself aggressively with a hand fan he had to buy for the summer heat in China. He was currently with Mark, trying to figure out what he did wrong.

“Oh, I don’t know. The two of them are attractive, smart, quite well off, fun, likable, friendly, funny. What’s not to like?”

Renjun groaned, slumping in his seat. “It’s too late, Renjun. You’re not ever going to confess, are you?” Mark asked him.

No, Renjun decided not to. He would get over it all by himself. He had no choice but to. If Y/N was happy, so was he. And if it meant that she had to be happy without him, so be it. He would do whatever it took to get over her. And if he never found happiness without her, he would have to be satisfied with being friends. 

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Y/N and Niki started dating after their second year of university, as Niki had promised they would. They graduated two years later, with their friends by their side. They stopped at a bachelor’s degree, and now the two of them work as translators.

Mark and Haechan completed their bachelor’s degree, and went on to become a singer-songwriter duo that reached the stars with every song they released. People worldwide loved the Lee duo, and no supporter matched the energy of their friends.

Jeno went on to study for his master’s in veterinary sciences, and became a popular veterinarian. Animals loved him, and his favorite animals to treat were Samoyeds.

Jaemin became an artist, and had a museum dedicated to him and his artwork. He was well known for being the 21st century’s Pablo Picasso. His art was known for having a bunny drawn in the art as some part of it.

Chenle became a fashion designer for his own label, which held the ranks that companies like Prada, Dior, Chanel, were known for. His designs were known for being fresh, light and themed, with something new and key in each of his designs.

Jisung became one of the world’s most famous choreographers and dancers, and also taught dance to students who were willing to learn from him. He traveled all over the world to spread his joy for dancing, but always made sure to keep time aside for his friends.

Renjun became a singer, who composed his songs by himself. The Lee Duo and Renjun collaborated often, and the lyrics of their first song together became viral for the relatability and sadness, while the beat went viral for giving a club-like, fresh energy.

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[DAISY.] Released by Huang Renjun ft. The Lee Duo

               Prod. MARK

              Performed by Huang Renjun and HAECHAN

              Written by Huang Renjun

My first love, you were like a daisy

Soft and tender, so why’d you drive me so crazy?

You were my one-sided love that hurt forever

We used to be best friends, but you probably don't call me that anymore

If you’d call me now, I’d run to you whenever

For you and I, for you and I 

You never loved me but I’ll always wonder what could’ve been in store

I’d run to you in the blink of an eye

For you and I, for you and I

I’ve loved you so much, no, I can’t lie

For you and I, you and I 

Our time was a fresh breeze in July

For you and I, you and I,

My first love, you were like a daisy

A daisy like you I’ll never find

Are your memories of me now hazy?

My love that never worked out in the end

We used to be best friends, but you probably won't call me that anymore

I swore to maintain our friendship instead

For you and I, for you and I 

You never loved me but I’ll always wonder what could’ve been in store

I’d run to you in the blink of an eye

For you and I, for you and I

I’ve loved you so much, no, I can’t lie

For you and I, you and I 

Our time was a fresh breeze in July

For you and I, you and I,

And then I’ll remember our times together

A daisy like you I’ll never find

The feelings I had for you, so tender

Sometimes the what ifs get to me

But oh, never mind, never mind

I wish I could set myself free

A daisy like you I might someday find

And I promise to take care of it like I did

Goodbye, my daisy, be alright.

To you, my daisy, goodbye I bid

Never mind, never mind,

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THE END.

[atsucry]

Take a Break

synopsis: Hange is a little too immersed in their study of titans.

Hange Zoë x gn!reader

my only warning is that this might be a little ooc

tags: no smut, fluff

You and Hange have been doing well in your relationship, but lately, they've been cooped up either in their office or in a tent near the captured Titans—Sawney and Bean, as Hange calls them. They loomed over their desk all day, surrounded by scattered papers filled with doodles and writings. You worry that they'll stress themselves to death if they keep going like this—not that you disapprove of their passion or projects, far from it.

Determined to bring Hange back to reality, you march toward the camp with a lamp in hand, your hood pulled over your head. It's already past seven, and they haven't retreated yet—too focused on their research to even remember to do so.

As you approach, there were two massive marquees made especially for the Titans. Their groans rumble from within, they sleep like any other creature. You continue on to find Hange. It’s obvious where they were; a singular tent has light spilling out, and you can hear their fast murmuring from within.

Pulling back the entrance to face them, but their back is turned to you. Their hair tousled, likely from pulling and tugging at it out of frustration—that’s your best guess.

Hange jerks their head toward you, surprised, though their face also holds a sorry look. They turn fully to face you.

"Ah—Hi!—Hey…" Hange starts.

"...I apologize, but…I really can't leave this alone—"

"There’s always tomorrow," you say, knowing that convincing someone like Hange won’t be an easy task. "Come rest for the night."

"Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. Plus—" the scientist turned back to their work, "It's not that this research is being forced on me, this is my passion and I choose to spend sleepless nights to understand these creatures." Hange beckons you to have a closer look at their discoveries on paper.

You close the curtain behind you, giving the conversation a bit more privacy.

You step a little closer before speaking out,

"Even the most passionate people let their projects rest. That spark isn't going anywhere, you understand this, yes?"

"Of course I do but—"

"That drive you have will eventually lead to your doom someday. And then who else would be suitable to fill in your role if you did? Let it rest."

They seemed to mull over your words for a bit. Hopefully, this will knock their brain back into place—without all the parts littered around in that skull of theirs. Leaning back into their desk, they prop themselves on their elbows and sigh in defeat. Taking a seat, and massaging the bridge of their nose.

The usually eccentric and intense squad leader stood in front of you, in the calmest state you've seen them in. Maybe not the calmest but the quietest.

"I'm sorry…if I worried you there." your partner spoke up, looking you in the eye as they said this. "But if that's what you want…I can't exactly refuse anything from you either." they said giving a lighthearted chuckle at the end.

"...So, will you?"

"It wouldn't kill me to take a break once in a while! Let's go."

They'd gone back to their energetic persona, pulling up their hood and grabbing the nearby handheld lamp, turning off the previous desk lamp to drown the area in darkness after keeping all of their things in one box.

"Titans really are incredible, aren't they?"

A sigh of relief escapes your mouth, glad that you'd have been able to persuade them into setting everything down.

Before retreating back to the barracks, Hange had to say goodnight to their titans, of course.

"Goodnight, Sawney, bean!"

You gave a warm smile, facing you, hange did the same.

"Titans really are incredible, aren't they?"

Note: Gusy this is my first fanfic im so scared. This is obviously not proofread so...

RAHHGGAHH writing romance feels new to me idk idk how to portray romantic feelings all that well so im jst experimenting for now...

[celiastjamesoscar]

💀 NOT FRANK GALLAGHER. I LOVE IT. It's official. Frank is my favorite cat!! I would also knock stuff over on people's head, it's very entertaining. I am hereby officially founding the Grace's Cat Frank Fanclub. Everyone is welcome to join. Only rule is you must love asshole cats and support their mean tendencies. Frank is the president, obviously.

OMG YES!! A NURSE R WHO'S STUDYING AND NEEDS SAMMYS HELP FOR THE HANDS ON EXPERIENCE!! We all know R wouldn't learn a damn thing because she'd be way too distracted by Sam's muscles. I love it!!

Well, to be honest, I decided to choose that apprenticeship because it's one of the highest paying ones. I actually studied economics for maybe 2-3 semesters but I dropped out because I didn't care enough about it. The apprenticeship offers you a great chance to get a job in any office field you want and once you're with it you will get a decent salary. The topic in general isn't too bad, some stuff is interesting.

It's official. The dog shall be named Sam/Sammy! If I can't have the real Sam, then I at least can pretend I'm cuddling with her when I cuddle the fake dog Sam. You're not entirely wrong! So far our female dogs were a bit more psychotic/bitchy at first but our male ones were completely sweethearts. Our 2 current ones at the stable are gigantic cuddlebugs but the female one can be a grumpy bitch when she wants her space.

AAAH FF IS SO CLOSE!!! Until the scary stuff comes out you can enjoy the atmosphere, rides, booths and everything else!! Then you can get scared shitless 😁

Frank’s evil tendencies don’t need to be encouraged, especially now that she has her own fan club 😭 I can’t wait to get home and tell her of this new development; she will be very excited to know that people support her antics!

IM LOWKEY KIND OF EXCITED TO WRITE THAT NURSE R FIC BECAUSE I THINK IT WILL ALSO HELP ME STUDY

Respect for chasing the money!! Economics is boring to me, I took a class on it in high school and it wasn’t for me, so I can’t imagine studying it for 2-3 semesters. I hope your apprenticeship goes amazing love!!

If we can’t have the real Sam, we can at least pretend!! Dogs that are cuddlebugs are so adorable and they can do no wrong. Your female one is just Frank in dog form

FF WAS SO COOL!!! I tried my best to get some good pics, but they wouldn’t allow cameras or phones into the haunted houses (I’m putting pics under the cut)

These are the few two fountains that you walk by to enter the park

A tunnel that you get to walk under. I wish I would have gotten a picture at night because the cobwebs lit up

So at 6, there’s this dance performance and once that finishes up, there comes a train full of the ‘scarers.’ Tumblr won’t let me upload the video of them walking through the crowd on this post, so I might upload it on a different one

This is just a random one I thought was cool

There was this cool gift shop that had a bunch of horror franchise stuff in it. I was a bit disappointed that there wasn’t anything related to Scream, but most of it was Michael Myers stuff

[heyzeil]

Eclairossom headcanons pwease? 👉 👈

HEJSKWK YES YES YES YES YES I WILL GLADLY ANSWER THIS!!!! <3 OMGG I LOVE YOU, MYSTERIOUS ANON!!! <3 /P

Eclairossom

(Eclair x Cherry Blossom) Headcannons!!

-They met at a sakura tree park in the center of the Parfeadia City

-Eclair was just taking a walk and decided to sit down under this big tree in the center of the park and read over some of his history research he brought with him

-he was just chillin there when he felt a tap on his shoulder and heyyy it’s Cherry Blossom!!

-she explains that the tree he was under was her usual picnic spot and if it was okay if she set up near him

-Eclair is totally fine with this and even apologetic about sitting in her spot, but then she says something along the lines of “hey I was actually supposed to have this picnic with my two sisters but they had made other plans and couldn’t come with me, but I hate being alone on picnics and i dont want all this extra food to go to waste sooo did you maybe wanna join me?” 🌸

-Eclair’s a little hesitant at first but he agrees to the offer and the two have a great time! Blossom actually asks about what he was working on and Eclair got to ramble a little about his research and she also got to ramble about her picnic set-up!

-so now they’re really good friends and really enjoy spending time together! Cherry Blossom likes to invite Eclair on outings and Eclair showed Blossom his museum.

-Eclair finds Blossom to be like a breath of fresh air. He’s always so busy with his museum and teaching that he never really gets to catch a break, but he never realized how overworked he was until Blossom became his friend.

-and Cherry Blossom is actually not the best at socializing?? Like she gets along great with her sisters but meeting new cookies to her is hard because she tends to be extremely blunt with others and fails to read the room. Also her temperament issues certainly don’t help. But Eclair is a much more mellow and understanding individual who can actually relate to her about socializing. Plus now she has another person besides her family to go on picnics with!!

-Cherry Blossom was the first to catch feelings and she went into BIG denial about it. She was scared because she knows damn well she isn’t perfect and because she wasn’t perfect then to her that meant it was inevitable before she’d hurt him in some way and of course she wanted to avoid that. Also this was one of her best friends and absolutely did NOT want to risk losing him

-Eclair caught feelings a few months after Blossom did and he didn’t know how to feel about it. He was excited, but Eclair has been in some not so great relationships in the past and those experiences made him hesitant about opening up again.

-so Blossom is now acting more on edge around Eclair and he notices that she’s acting strange and gets worried that something might be wrong or even maybe if HE did something wrong

-eventually Eclair asks her what’s wrong on one of their picnics and she gets all flustered and tries to deny anything’s wrong but he can tell something is definitely up

-at this point Eclair has convinced himself that he had done something so starts apologizing for making her upset and to just tell him what it is he did

-and Cherry Blossom is just staring at him wide eye shocked like “oh my god i’ve been making him think this was his fault im so freakin stupid” so SHE starts apologizing about making HIM worry and it’s just a mess of a conversation lol

-this goes on for like 10 minutes but eventually they both stop and realize how ridiculous they’re being and Eclair starts to laugh, which in turn makes Cherry Blossom laugh and now they’re laughing together

-annnnnddd that’s when the two confess at the same time! it was incredibly awkward for them both but they accepted each other and became offical!!

-Now here’s where the fun begins :)

-They still go on picnics every week and it’s usually under the big sakura tree where they both met and confessed!

-on top of picnics they also enjoy taking strolls together, visiting various cafes around the city, and feeding ducks (Blossom often has to scare off the mean ducks when they do this)

-during their nighttime picnics Cherry Blossom likes to bring her radio and put on music to dance to. The first time she did this Eclair was incredibly hesitant and even a bit embarrassed about dancing with her, but he learned to love it

-oh and don’t think they’re all graceful like, these two are laughing the entire time and stumbling over each other and missing every step but they’re having fun and that’s all that matters to them

-Eclair has learned how to comfort Blossom if her temperament starts to get the best of her. He’s taught himself how to remove themselves from the situation along with several breathing and management exercises to help her regain her focus

-Blossom has also learned how to listen to comfort Eclair whenever he remembers something traumatic that’s happened to him (guy’s been through a lot in my fanon)

-Eclair gets REALLY red when he blushes. Like we’re talking tomato red blush. So Eclair is usually trying to hide his face and Blossom finds this absolutely adorable.

-Blossom also love Eclair’s long hair. She likes combing it and she subconsciously strokes his ponytail at every chance she gets

-Blossom taught Eclair how to cook! He knew how to cook before-hand but he wasn’t necessarily the best. But now he helps her in the kitchen! He chops up all the produce and helps assemble, but he has this fear of the stove so Blossom does the actual cooking part (she doesn’t mind)

-When Eclair introduced Blossom to his siblings she was very scared but Eclair assured her that she’s be able to get along fine with both of them

-and boy was he right because Blossom soon learned that she could show her more perfectionist and elegant side around Earl Grey and her more spunky and mischievous side with Rougefort. She became like a social chameleon!!

-Rougefort and Cherry Blossom are now an unstoppable sibling-in-law duo and you cannot tell me otherwise. fear them.

“hey wanna mess with my younger brother?” 🧀

“what the hell, Rougefort?!… Ofc I do!!!” 🌸

-Eclair met Cherry Cookie while him and Blossom were still friends and when he did he was incredibly overwhelmed, but also a little charmed?

-he’s constantly afraid she was going to blow something up, but her spunkiest and energy intrigued him and he truly admires her passionate spirit!

-Eclair and Cherry’s sibling-in-law dynamic is the funniest thing and Blossom loves to watch Eclair try and keep up with her sister. Eclair also gets anxious whenever Cherry is inside the museum.

-Blossom will not hesitate to kill for Eclair. If you make him upset you better decide on what flowers you want cause Blossom’s already digging your grave

-They both easily get jealous for each other, which isn’t they’re most flattering trait and can strain their relationship a little, but no relationship is perfect and they’re trying to work on it

-oh and they love dress shopping together. The two can spend HOURS in a single store and it will drives the employees crazy

[i-am-the-egg-to-rule-all-eggs]

This has been sitting in my drafts for awhile. I'm almost scared to finish it because everything is so raw.

My parents were emotionally abusive since I was a child. Im pretty sure they were emotionally abusive because i was a very different child than my sister. They wanted me perfect. I wasnt allowed to be wrong, to learn from my mistakes, to be better from doing stupid stuff. As a result i got very depressed, because i was hid away. Locked away from the world, because they didnt want to deal with my problems, and made everything my fault. I was held responsible for things done when i was a child, and thus i never got to grow and change from my wrong behaviours. I didnt know how to stop because something was wrong outside of my control and i didnt know HOW to fix it. And they never did, choosing to blame it all on me and insist i "fix it" without helping. I'm also pretty sure I'm transgender, but it's been repressed for awhile because I was never supported enough to explore it. Anyway, after years of hiding away from the problems that come with a adhd foster kid who exhibits neurodivergent behavior, they finally got tired and tried to force me to run away. They stated started to get physically abusive about Thanksgiving of 2021. I remember the day very clearly. My parents had this cycle imposed upon me where I would spend my days going to school and working my minimum wage job, and all other times I was expected to find something to do outside of the house. This was so they didn't have to go through the legal implications of kicking me out, and possibly causing my high ranking Army dad to be fired due to child neglect. So they tried to make me run. To quit.

And I tried. I tried and tried and tried to get away. It was hard, because they had been telling me for years that I wasn't good enough, I couldn't survive in the real world, I was worthless and unlovable. I got heavily depressed. I was in and out of treatment centers due to multiple suicide attempts. I became bisexual in a Texas treatment center.

Then, finally, they started to get physically abusive. November 28, 2021. They had me in aforementioned cycle of working, learning, fucking off by myself outside, coming home and getting hammered emotionally, them going upstairs to sleep in their bedroom because they thought I would destroy my own. It was tiring. I got no time to unwind or relax. Just constant pressure every waking moment. On Thanksgiving, when I thought I might be able to relax, my mom told me to go out, and she didn't want to see me until after dinner. I snapped. I started yelling. She walked towards me and picked me up and started to shove me our the door. She had done this many times before, but I had never fought back until now. I pushed back. She had my dad grab my arms as she grabbed my legs as they prepared to throw me out of the door. I started kicking and punching, seeing red, just wanting to return to some semblance of normal and get back inside and be a somewhat happy family again.

For one, we were never a happy family, and two, it would never be like that.

My mom and dad pressed charges on me for domestic assault. Every police officer and attorney I came across tried to hint that it was the stupidest case ever, and I should have denied and fought with everything I had, but I had 0 experience with the law and thought it would help repair my relationship with my parents if I admitted to the charges. (side note: I was 16 at the time, and therefore a minor, and how juvenile court works is you don't really get charged, you get adjudicated. When you go to the adjudcation court for a crime, you can either admit or deny the charges. If you deny, it moves on to trial. If you admit, they move on to sentencing but it would be considerably lighter because you're honest and have remorse)

So I admitted, spent a few days in a detention hall ,(in which literally everyone said I didn't belong, that I was really respectful, and just a wonderful person-I doubted them at that point, because of the brainwashing my parents had been doing.)and then I moved on to the shelter next door; kind of a transition home from the detention hall.

Then I was assigned my probation officer, as my sentence was probation for a year, based on no former offenses and admitting to the charges. That was Whitney. He was great; as my PO, he was the first person outside to really SEE the bullshit on the inside. He checked on me about once a week, and I told him everything was fine, because by my standards it was. Then, about 3 months in, I had had an argument with my parents that got physical. They wanted to take me out of school for a little bit to take me to therapy so that they could rag on me in front of professionals and cement an idea in everyone else's head that I'm wrong and twisted and everything they do to me is necessary. I was not having that, so I tried to grab my bag. My mom stepped on it, saying that I was not going to school, so I pulled it and she fell over. Then, both my mom and my dad proceeded to drag me across the ground and out of the house. Because they just gave up, I guess. I show up to school, crying my eyes out, with cement burns and handmarks all over my arms. That day my PO made a surprise visit. He found me in the nurses office and freaked. He called CPS and got me to a shelter. My parents, adept as they are at lying, said that I must have gotten the burns and handmarks on the way to school.

I spent a few days in shelter and then went home after, but that incident really sparked my PO to align goals with me: to get me out. We planned on Youth Challenge, taking place a few months from then, and he told me to try to hold out, and he would try to get a better version of CPS, called DHS, on the case. These guys are supposed to help with tricky cases like mine, where the parents can't be convicted of any PHYSICAL child neglect (as my parents met all my needs and nothing more), but are still abusing their child. However, it got too much, as they just made all of the restrictions they put on before worse. Here's a small list:

I was not allowed in the house from like 8 am to sunset.

I was forced to shower under supervision.

I did not have a room. I slept behind a bookcase against a wall.

I was not allowed to have possessions besides clothes and hygiene and my phone, so they could get in touch with me.

If I was at home I had to sit and do nothing.

My meals were made for me, and I ate by myself (this was nothing new. I think I have a eating disorder now bc of this)

It was torture. I was stressed every single day. I wasnt welcome in the house, and they let me know with every word and every action. Eventually, I snapped again. Tried to kill myself, and they called the police, who took me to the hospital and then to the shelter I was at before. I stayed there for about 2 months, because everybody agreed I needed to be away for my safety. Later, I went to youth challenge.

Youth Challenge was the start of my healing process. At youth challenge their main goal is to get you a diploma, and to get some discipline in you. I made friends, I learned how to control myself, how to numb under some pretty high pressure. I graduated close to the top of my class, #1 in academics. I lead/managed large groups of people my age, and learned how to work the system. I also had some fun times, and made amazing friends and enemies while I was there.

I didn't know it at the time, but my mom died while I was there. She sent me some letters before she died, talking about how she was impressed at how well I was doing there. I still have those letters. I'm still confused about how I feel about her death, because I did actually love her, even if she tried to gaslight me into thinking otherwise so she could prove I'm a bad person. Then again. I'm relieved I never have to see her again.

My dad took it hard. He loved her too, and ofttimes chose to believe her and support her. I don't blame him for that, I just wish I could have had one parent to support me through the shitshow.

Tumblr is lagging big time now, I will finish this in another post, which I'll tag eggmanlore. If you're here, thank you for listening

[zaenight]

h.d.b.h.c ch8

The next day Daisy woke up early going to the stables.

"Hey Seraphina , the rodeo is coming up soon , what do you thinks gonna happen if this whole thing J.t's workin' on works." Daisy said as The horse neighed.

"Well Ernesto plans to stick around since he has someone

not worth leaving behind."

Ernesto said as Daisy jumped Smacking his chest.

"Jesus Ernesto , Why do you do that." Daisy said as He smirked , Leaning against the

Stable door.

"Because one day Querida , your gonna be so scared your going to jump right into my arms." Ernesto said laughing when she hit him.

"Well Ernesto I bet when that day comes It won't be cause Im scared." Daisy said as She leaned forward.

"Wanna bet Querida." Ernesto said leaning in , Their lips about to touch.

"Don't you even think about it boy." Colt said with a glare as The two jumped away from eachother.

"Are you Serious!" Daisy exclaimed raising her hands up.

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"Get your horses moving boys , get em' moving." Colt said to the boys who were learning how to properly ride horses , Daisy was sitting on the fence , watching , and thinking about her almost kiss with Ernesto.

Damn Colt for interrupting.

"16 horses , pull up on the reigns , That's it , you guys stick together." Colt said as the boys rode around in circles , this went on with colt telling them what to do along with some input from Daisy.

"Listen to what colt's telling you , Heels down." J.t said.

"Keep em' in a trot." Shorty said.

"Let go of that horn keith." Daisy said before looking back at Ernesto.

It was going great , Perfect , Yeah Ernesto got thrown off .

Daisy held in her Laugh as he Got up , letting out a chuckle , to which he playfully glared , she then covered it up with a cough before smiling.

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"Well I'd say you did it a pretty god Job , you know untill you were thrown off." Daisy said as Ernesto scoffed playfully.

"Your fault , Ernesto was distracted by your Beauty Querida." Ernesto stated as Daisy blushed.

As Shorty coughed , the two jumped forgetting he was there.

"how long you known J.t." Ernesto asked Shorty.

"Oh I've known J.t since he was a nubbin , I worked for his Pappy here , and half way raised him." Shorty explained as Daisy helped Ernesto with putting the horse back in the stable , Petting Seraphina who was next to him.

"You guys never leave the ranch , huh?" Ernesto said also looking towards Daisy.

"No , Daisy ain't allowed to Step foot off the ranch untill she's eighteen , unless its for shoppin'." Shorty started to say.

"I ran away one time , one time , and they put me on ranch arrest , Moss litterly drags me back." Daisy said as Ernesto snorted , getting wacked on the shoulder.

"As I was Sayin' Well J.t left the ranch when he was nineteen , he joined the marine corps , and became a police officer." Shorty finished.

"I knew it , I could smell a cop away , Man they're all the same , all them Piss- " Ernesto said untill he was cut off.

"Now you cut J.t some slack there Sonny boy , I've known him since he was in diapers , no finer man ever made his shadow , you live long enough and get a little bit smart , you might be able to figure out what he's doin' for you , ain't gonna happen." Shorty said before walking off.

"Awkward." Daisy said as Ernesto raised a brow at her.

[thebookofagma]

Chapter 2

I remember a daycare in the woods... A daycare off highway 7 on our way to Excelsior from Waconia Minnesota. It would take a while to walk there, though as the crow flies it was actually pretty close. Into the woods on a long winding dirt road that seemed endless, to a house that lay in the thick of the forest. The forest was alive. Squirrels and birds bounced from tree branch to tree branch in blurs as fast as sun flickers from light coming through the tree tops. Sometimes it felt like the forest was breathing, pulling us in. A big white mini van was the chariot we took to that house everyday. Hmm... or was it a tan van.

I remember my dad trying to take me out of the comfy car seat as I kicked and cried for my mom to be the one to take me out. Wow. Even as a small child I was showing signs of selfishness and a lack of empathy for my father. Into a dim lit garage that swallowed us, down 13 steep stairs into the basement of Barbra Fransdahl's basement.

Barbs facial features resembled Ms. Trunchbull from the children's movie Matilda, her body as well only with a short hair cut and a modernly dressed. She shared the same temper as Ms. Trunchbull as well. She had a round figure to her. The type of body one gets from being sedentary. When she spoke to the children's parents there was an underlying tone of reticence. It would take a keen ear and a lot of time with the woman to hear the un honest laughs she would feed the parents. White, in her late 40's early 50's and the wrinkles to prove it. Her eyes were gray blue and looked as if the person behind them had went through pain, knew pain well, but also filled with rancor.

To this day in my life whether I was adequately punished or abused from the ages of 2-5, but from my research, trauma can have that affect on people. Especially kids. Trauma is unique to its owner. A person who skateboards all day, like Nyjah Huston, can fall down 15 stairs and feel no anxiety or trepidation at all. Now, if you mother fell down 15 stairs balancing on a piece of wood she might feel some apprehension towards falling and heights for a while afterwards. Unless your mother happens to be Leticia Bufoni. My daycare experience was traumatic for me, and Barb was the first human that ever scared me in my life.

There were 6 other children. Kyle and Erin. A brother and sister that were attached by the hip. A very odd, messy looking boy named Jacob. Along with my two best friends Mitchell and Lisa. A girl two years older than us. Alison. We were "pretend" married. We would pick dandilions for each other, kiss, and get fake married on barbs homemade playground. Mitchell's mom worked with my mom. Im guessing that's where my parents got the idea for the daycare because Mitchell was from Minnetonka.

To a parent, outside appearances made the daycare seem like a perfect little cozy cottage in the wood, but as we know from most fairytales, inside behind closed doors of the cottage in the woods is where the problem lies. There were very odd rules at the daycare like the kids not being able to flush the toilet after use. Which was odd, because she made all of us line up and use the bathroom at the same time. Whether this woman wanted to save on utilities or take our pee to pass drug tests for an unknown probation officer, I don't know. Either way you look at it, Barb had some deep seeded, old fashion psychological problems I couldn't begin to get in to.

All the other children served time outs on the steps, which was as rare as an eclipse, but my time outs were in the closet. Dark, dark, darker. So dark anything could've been in the shadows. The cement cracked basement floor felt like fire and ice on my tiny hands and feet. Seconds felt like minutes and hours felt like weeks. I always hoped to see my dad come through the closet door and save me, but nothing would come but anxiety for me in the corner of the storage closet.

Analyzing everything now I know that we all have days where our chest tightens, where triggers are around every corner, lurking in shadows where darkness spills into heavy breaths. To any ordinary person anxiety is a devastating thing. No matter how many times you tell yourself to "breathe," to remain calm, you feel like a ship with no sails in the middle of a storm. A three year old child in a closet for 1-2 hours. You hopefully can only imagine. I felt as if I was caught in suspension.

I remember flushing the toilet once after five kids had went in front of me. The next instant I was being dragged across the room like a rag doll by my left arm and whipped to the stairs hitting my head against the steps as Barb screamed in my face "what the fell is the matter with you?!" Once I snuck out during nap time because I couldn't sleep. "Boom, boom, boom!" A sound I never forgot. A warning that Barb was coming from the upstairs, where the kids couldn't go, to the basement where we stayed. I tried to run as fast as I could back to the room where the girls shared a king sized bed and the boys slept on cots on the floor. Again she me by the left arm again, threw me on my stomach and hit me twice on the back of my head with the end of a broomstick.

Later on in life I exaggerated the beatings to girlfriends to get sympathy but the truth is I didn't have to. What happened to me was traumatic for me, plain and simple. Maybe I exaggerated things because nobody ever believed me and I wanted other people to equally understand my pain, but I don't have to anymore. This honest auto biography will give exposure to my traumas, and little by little this exposure will help my trauma and anxiety lose its power. With the only remedy I haven't tried. Complete honesty, and a therapist in the near future. For once, this book is also for me.

pages~ 8, 9, 10, 11

[angel-noaxod]

Angel & Davey headcanons ♡

i kind of feel bad because im projecting a little of myself onto Angel who is a listener for everyone but everyone projects also..right? i still feel bad because im a very inclusive person anyway enjoy 😭

-Angel has autism and it's not very... "obvious" (literally something that everyone says whenever I tell them I have autism)

-they also have ADHD (obviously-) and anxiety

-sometimes Angel randomly goes very quiet and scares the crap out of Davey because he's used to their chatty self

-Angel was scared to tell Davey at first so he didn't know until like six and a half months into their relationship

-now he knows it's their mental disorders and it can get really tiring if they talk all week

-complex noises are too much for angel

-Angel gets very overwhelmed if there are too many sounds all at once (dogs barking, more than two people talking, drilling, buzzing, high pitch noises)

-they make an exception for parties because people are purposely trying to talk over others (hope that makes sense ha)

-they're not afraid of the noises by themselves, but usually they hear all these noises at the same time so it gets a little hectic

-they're scared of loud noises

-like that storm comfort audio, Angel hates sudden noises like thunder

-they stim when they get very excited and/or happy, they'll bounce up and down and clench their fists (im so sorry im projecting a lot ahskzhd)

-when Angel's anxious, they'll tap their feet on the ground

-it used to annoy Davey in the beginning and he felt so bad when he called them out to stop tapping

-Davey is colorblind and i will die on this hill

-he has protanopia color blindness meaning he is blind to the color red which leaves a lot of color ranges that he sees to be mostly shades blue and yellow

-he aborbs blue and green light

-Asher loves to mess with Davey by asking him to pick the red crayon and he ends up oucking this gross orangey yellow brown

-when Angel found out he was color blind, they were shopping for clothes

-Daavey asked "what color is this?" and pointed out a red shirt

-Angel answerer "red?" Then realized and blurted out " you're colorblind?!"

-he just sighed irritated and told them all about it

-Angel never said anything sbout it from then on, only to answer when Davey asked what color he was looking at

-(Angel definitely plans to buy him those expensive ass color blind glasses that allows him to see colors the right way)

-maybe i'll write a fic about that one day, we'll see..)

-Angel is totally rich, or yk, wealthy money money

-I see Angel balancing a couple job careers

-I know the first audio of Davey and Angel meeting said Angel had an office job but-

-They're an actor and a comedian and I might die on this hill too

-They sub for the art teacher and the music teacher for 8th grade

-They sing at this bar several miles away from their home (as like a hobby) and they wow the whole pack and the mates

-Angel sketches a LOT

-They always have a sketchbook on them just in case

-They love to capture pretty things

-They sketched Davey during a pack meeting and no one was able to focus on what he was saying so Angel had to hide the sketch and scoot their chair back

-They've sketched everyone in the pack

-They get requests to draw mates together

-Even though Angel doesn't like it, the others pay them for their art when it comes to the requested pieces

-They have an easel in the corner of their living room by the open window sliding door that leads to their backyard, or sideyard really

-Sometimes Davey will put on one of Angel's chill playlist and watch them paint

-Angel once painted angel wings with a halo over an empty space

-Davey pointed out that they could pose in front of the painting and it would look like they had wings and a halo

-It's now Davey's favorite picture of Angel and he keeps it as his homescreen (his lockscreen is black)

That's all I got for now :))

The only reason why I know about protonopia is because my old teacher has the same colorblindness 😂

[thefanficmonster]

Change of Heart

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: A simp like Y/N is known to frequently 'fall' for people left and right, her most current crushes being the content creators Dream and Sykkuno. But she's in for a surprise when she meets their mutual friend.

Requested by @im-honeybee Hi darling! Thank you so much for your request! I'm so sorry for the long with but I hope the fic makes up for it and fulfills your expectations. Enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

"Leslie, this is a horrible idea! What the hell am I gonna say to them?! I have no topics prepared and I definitely can't just gush and drool over them for three hours straight." Y/N all but yells into the phone which is currently connecting her to her best friend who also happens to be a popular streamer - Fuslie. She's been ruthless on trying to get her friend to develop the courage to meet her idols but Y/N's refused every single time. To be fair, calling them 'idols' isn't exactly correct considering she doesn't have idols. What she does have is a herd of people she simps for shamelessly. Herd might seem like an over-exaggeration to some but it's a spot-on term to describe her situation. There's always a top tier of said herd which usually consists of three people. As of recent, however, there have only been two, both popular streamers by the names of Dream and Sykkuno.

"Why on Earth would you have to exercise topics in advance? You won't be delving into philosophy and nuclear physics with them! Just be friendly and be yourself." Leslie comforts her, not looking forward to having to deal with her friend's panicking ass until the stream starts. She now regrets managing to talk the girl into this when she was slightly tipsy last night - plus it might be breaking some law but whatever.

"Which one, I can't be both!" Y/N exclaims, running a hand through her hair as she paces through the living room, much to the confusion of her puppy who's following her movements with his gaze from his spot on the couch.

"Figure it out! Flip a coin! I don't know! I gotta go now, I have things to do. Kiss Lux for me. Love ya, bye!" Leslie replies, all in one breath, before hanging up the call, rendering her friend unable to complain further and keep her on the phone any longer. She maybe doesn't have things to do as she said, but she really doesn't want to remain in that awkward position.

"Wait! Hey!....Hello?" Realizing the line's gone dead Y/N pulls the phone away from her ear, "Screw you, Leslie!"

Her shriek of frustration scares poor Lux, catching his owner's attention and filling her with a tinge of guilt.

"Oh, I'm sorry baby. You'd be mad too if your friend did that to you." She says with a sigh, sitting back down and allows the small puppy to climb onto her lap. "What would you do if you had to meet two hugely popular streamers in less than an hour?" She actually pauses as if expecting an answer from the puppy who's only grown more confused and is looking at her with a concerned gaze, "Fuck, I'm asking a fucking animal how I should handle a situation a person half my age would be able to figure out easier." She huffs and stands up, whisking Lux up as she does so.

In her defense, she doesn't go on the internet actively looking for attractive content creators. It's literally destiny that she comes across them. Truth be told, it may be because she knows she'll never get around to dating them which probably sounds weird but allow me to explain.

If she never dates them, they can never hurt her.

She's had her fair share of damn-that-was-a-mistake type of relationships and she finds comfort in the fact that the majority of these people she'll probably never even meet. Well, in about forty minutes Dream and Sykkuno will be the two exceptions to that rule but the point still stands - no dating, no hurt, no money spent on post-breakup ice-cream.

Ok, she buys ice-cream anyway but I digress.

Y/N walks into her office where she spends a lot of time hunched over a tablet and/or a notepad she calls 'Ideatopia' due to how many designs have been jotted down in it with a very few of them making it in front of the eyes of the person or people who requested it be made. She keeps herself busy enough to not accidentally meet anyone decent in her day-to-day life but allows herself free time to browse the web for clearance of her mind.

In short, she's not a romantic but only when the romance is real and she's a workaholic only when she doesn't hang out and watch Minecraft streams.

Y/N sets Lux down on the soft fuzzy carpet where he immediately rolls over and enjoys its comfort. She boots up her PC, moving the tablet out of the way as to position the computer screen in the center of the desk. Plugging in her headset she can't help but sigh, fighting the instinct that's psyching her out.

Fucking hell, Y/N, they're just people. You don't take anyone you meet IRL this seriously. Although that may be cause they don't have millions of followers but that's besides the point.

Or maybe that's the whole point. She doesn't want to think of herself as a shallow person because she's not one, but it's almost second nature to feel a lot more nervous in the presence of someone who can be considered famous.

She sits down in her comfortable desk chair, curtesy of Leslie herself who knows how hard her friend works and knew the perfect gift to buy her for Christmas. She spins in it once, and then again, and then once more, giggling at her childish behavior. Hearing Lux bark, she pauses to let him jump into her lap again so they can both spin on the chair, surrounding them with a careless aura she hopes will carry over into the stream and won't let her lose her cool.

"Here goes nothing." She tells the puppy but is speaking more to herself, if she's being honest.

Lux is too comfortable to be bothered to find himself a new place to sleep so Y/N doesn't even try to ditch him, hoping his presence will have a calming effect on her.

She equips her headset, pushing its microphone down so it's about two inches away from her lips. She opens Discord and joins the VC Leslie told her to hop in earlier during the phone call. Y/N's hands have gone cold with anticipation and nervousness but regardless she proceeds to follow through with it.

"Hello?" She greets the already present players shyly, her voice barely heard which was actually her intention. The quieter she sounds the more invisible she'll feel, right?

"Hi!! Guys, this is my friend Y/N, the one I was telling you about." Leslie hurries to introduce the girl, giving her a momentary sense of relief cause she didn't mention anything else. That relief didn't last for long though...."And Dream, Sykkuno, she thinks you two are pretty damn cool."

Fuck you, Leslie.

The poor girl's face turns bright red at the statement. She hurries to hide it in her hands, hoping they'll cool down her burning cheeks, the embarrassment having turned them into stove burners.

"That's really nice of her. Thank you, Y/N." Sykkuno replies, ever the kind soul he is.

"Yeah, it's super flattering!" Dream agrees, "Now you're obligated to have my number and give me yours."

This actually manages to get a laugh out of her, the lightheartedness helping with her overdose of shame.

"I'm sure she wouldn't mind that." She can practically imagine Leslie winking as she says that which only irritates her more but she's never really been able to stay mad at her best friend so she knows she won't be able to make it last.

"Oh so no love for the rest of us? Wooowww." Childishly complains a voice she's not familiar with. One that catches Y/N completely off-guard with how deep it is. Had she been any cheesier she would've though it was mesmerizing to hear. Never mind, she is that cheesy.

"Holy shit, who's that?!" She asks with an exaggerated theatrical gasp that is halfway her real reaction to what she's just heard.

"That's Corpse Husband, the horror storyteller turned pro impostor in Among Us." Her best friend dramatically introduces the man who's left Y/N in a state of complete whiplash.

"Tis I. Waddup baby?" He wastes no time using his weaponized voice and charm on her as if he's not astonished her enough already. Corpse secretly enjoys putting new-comers in a state of disbalance like this but he'd never admit it.

"Um...hi! Wassup? Nice voice." One would this Y/N is actively trying to show how flustered she is but believe it or not this is her while trying to conceal it. Imagine if she wasn't.

"Thanks." He wheezes in amusement, "I like yours too."

"Great," his correspondent says with a newfound mirage of confidence, "Now you're obligated to have my number and give me yours."

This is more than enough to get the whole VC roaring up in laughter.

"Fucking hell, Corpse! You can't just sweep in and steal our girl like that!" Dream complains halfheartedly as he continues chuckling.

"Get yourself a voice changer and you'll be able to pick up girls as well." The accused teases his fellow faceless streamer.

"That's not fair!" The blond whines.

"Y/N, you've been here less than five minutes and have already left two guys hanging. Damn!" Rae - who Y/N has met before and grown to be friends with - laughs, enjoying the show her friends have put on.

"What can I say." The girl chuckles, her face now deep red but she still manages to pull off that hair flip like a pro as she plays off her confidence, "I simply had a change of heart."

"Worked out well for me." Snickers the bachelor who's ended up receiving the final rose. To think Corpse wanted to cancel on his friends and not show up for the stream, oh all the things he'd missed.

He's lucky he had a change of heart.

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[its-deputy-caleb]

Hi! i'm not sure if you've done this before but i was wondering how some of the far cry 6 characters react to having caught feelings for the reader? ♡

ooft it feels good to have the writing juices back and i've missed my fc6 crew!! i'm sorry i didn't do more characters anon (i got so carried away with these three) so i might do a part two! i was gonna do espada but im saving it for a longer fic <3

also exciting news, i'm working on a fc6 oc template for a gurrellia and an FND officer that should be ready soon and ya'll can all make oc's with me!! but for now enjoy!

Dani Rojas

When Dani wandered into the Legend’s hideout in Sierra Perdida she was expecting a bunch of old guerrilla’s playing dominos and walking sticks. 

What she was unprepared for was meeting a young médico training under the watchful eyes of Lucky as the new face of the revolution. 

The moment Dani saw you, the way you smiled and welcomed her, made her stomach flip in the best possible way. She totally thanked Clara and the Oluwas for sending her your way, and she quickly comes to you for even the most minor of bruises after her missions.

Whilst you wrap her torso in bandages and use cloths to wipe away the sweat, blood and grime form her forehead, Dani is internally freaking out. Tanks don’t scare her, but the thought of ‘screwing up’ around you makes her want to be perfect.

Of course, Dani doesn’t know how to process her feelings so she spends her car rides rambling to Chorizo. With the windows down and one hand on the wheel she rants about wanting to impress you before rambling about every detail of you she’s fallen in love with.

“Coño— is it possible for someone to be so perfect? What do you think Chiquito? Oh maybe I should fake a fever so I can visit them again..” 

Dani finds herself thinking about you on almost all her mission’s, which has often resulted in a few of her injuries. But she wears them with pride as a guerrilla (and she gets to come see her favourite doc)

With a little prompting from the legends, and a lot of moral support from Chorizo, Dani ends up blurting her feelings for you in your clinic. It’s so fast she’s afraid she’ll have to repeat it all again but when you smile at her warmly, some of the nerves disappear.

“Hey so uhh.. IreallylikeyouandIhavelikedyouforalongtimeandIthinkyou’rereallyreallygorgeousandagoodpersonandI’msoinlovewithyou—“

Dani internally shuts down for a moment when you finally take her hands in yours and lean forward to kiss her. She’s quick to respond however, and sighs into the kiss once she realises you feel the same.

Clara Garcia

Clara always enjoyed visiting her long time friend Benito down at his wharf in casa Benito. Not only did she need to check on los Bandidos recruits but it meant she got to spend time with you, who was her childhood friend and closest guerrilla.

The three of you had grown up together, and whilst Benito was well aware of Clara’s crush on you, it was clear how oblivious you were. Clara has always been a master of hiding her feelings, for staying strong and stoic but Benito knew after her gaze lingered for a beat longer and her smile beamed in your presence.

Clara knew her feelings towards you had developed into something more once you’d both joined libertad together. She has never scared of her feelings, only scared of losing you but she was confident she could free Yara for you and finally reveal her feelings.

Of course, that’s easier said than done, and if she doesn’t spend hours chewing Benito’s ear off for advice, she’s talking to her close friend and mentor Juan Cortez (who’s terrible dating advice never reflects his own)

“Should I tell them now? Or should I wait? I want to free Yara for them Juan but what if something happens and I never— god why is starting a revolution easier than managing a crush..”

Clara always makes sure to visit you after each of your missions, just to check your health of course. It’s not that every time she sees you, something in her chest warms and she can’t help but smile and joke with you.

Her love for you is something that was subtle, something she grew into with gentle ease and it makes her care for you even more with each passing day until eventually it boils over and she confesses everything at her camp.

“Tomorrow we’ll hit the blockade— but before that, I have to tell you how I feel. I can’t risk losing you without you ever knowing how much I love you mi amor”

Clara thinks she’s fucked up on the spot. That all those pep talks from Juan and Benito were a complete waste of time until she realises you’re stepping into her space and wrapping your arms around her.

Your foreheads bump together and she places a gentle smooch to your nose as you laugh. Clara doesn’t let you go either, and the two of you spend the night curled up in her camp reading over maps and giving kisses.

Juan Cortez

Juan is known for his shady deals and his tendency to play all angles. Whether its working deals behind McKay’s back, working for the Yanquis on the CIA payroll or dealing with the Black Market— you can guarantee he’s done it all.

He does however, favour his time with the black market, not because its particularly favourable (or morally acceptable) but he’s developed quite the crush on you.

Training under the watchful eye of Big Papi, you broke away to handle your own business with smuggling goods. Your business now just as successful, if not more so than the infamous Black Market King, Bembé Alvarez himself.

The minute Juan saw you ordering your men around, telling them to move crates of weapons and other valuable goods, the man was sold and completely captured by you.

Juan may or may not pull excuses out of his ass just to come and see you about small details or new deals he wants to make. He can’t help that his crush on you (which started as pure attraction) has now developed into something a whole lot more where his heart beats too quick and he stammers whilst sober.

Not that Juan is sober much these days. He finds himself at the bottom of a bottle since its easier to cope with his feelings for a literal drug lord and smuggler which often leaves him turning to Guapo for some much needed advice.

“What do you think gave it away guapo? They could literally kill an old spy master like me and I still want to tell them that I’d give everything and anything to have a drop of attention— hey don’t look at me like that!”

Juan spends most of his time day dreaming and wallowing in his bunker but his face lights up whenever you text him for another deal proposal and he’s quick to drop everything if it means spending time with you.

Eventually Juan visits for a new restock of depleted uranium freshly shipped in, but he’s well into his third bottle of rum and “accidentally” spills his heart out to you.

“Ah jeez— takin’ out dictators is easier than this but uh.. I like you.. a lot..”

Juan doesn’t really expect much, he’s lucky you’re still listening to him. He certainly doesn’t expect the way you hold his face in your hands or how you gently place a kiss to his very warm cheeks.

[deliriousgeek]

Thomas Shelby x Wife Reader

Summary: A quiet evening meant for celebration is thrown into chaos. Y/n wills herself to play into the daunting role that comes with being Thomas Shelby’s wife, because it might be the only thing keeping her alive. 

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Tommy lowkey feels very oc so idk how to feel about that. im not good at writing suspense...its also very long. ha :,)

Warning: blood, guns, knives, fights, usual peaky blinder violence

If anyone knew Y/n Shelby, then they would know that she can’t stand seeing dead bodies. Although in her case, having that reaction would seem ironic, considering her husband was Thomas Shelby. 

It was around 9pm when Y/n slipped her night robe off and lay back on her bed. Her night was just winding down and she was waiting for Thomas to get back. He said he would try to be home around midnight, and to not wait up. He and his brothers would be at the Garrison, celebrating Arthur’s return from prison and discussing what was to be done with the Jews and Italians next. 

Y/n knew it would be a couple hours for Tommy to be home, so she settled onto their bed and grabbed a book off her night stand. 

The room was bathed in a warm, orange and yellow light— the type of light candles can give. When she was home alone, Y/n liked to use candle light. It reminded her of a time before the war and before this gang business, when all she and Tommy had to worry about was getting enough candles to light up the dinner table. 

Half an hour had passed and Y/n had gotten through a decent number of pages in her book. She felt her eyes drooping and decided it was time to call it a night. She stretched and cracked her neck before turning to place her book on the nightstand. Just as she was about to place the book down, she heard a creak downstairs. 

She froze.

Tommy wasn’t supposed to be back until midnight and none of the Shelby family would come over this late without a call, that was their safety protocol. 

She listened for more creaking. 

After Tommy had bought their house he had insisted on replacing the creaky floor boards, but decided to keep a few. In certain spots, that could be easily avoided if one knew where to walk, the floor would still creak. It was a safety thing that Tommy and Y/n agreed would be good to have. If the floorboards downstairs still creaked after the first step, it wasn’t one of them. 

Creak...creak...creak...

That wasn’t Tommy. 

Y/n took in a deep breath as she put herself back into a sitting position on the bed. An intruder was in her house. At the moment, the Peaky Blinders had a lot of enemies. It could be anyone. Mostly, someone with a gun. 

She listened as the person made their way upstairs. She could hear them passing Tommy’s office, and the guest bedroom. This person knew where their room was, and she could only deduce from their movement’s that they were coming for her. 

Y/n was scared. She knew how to defend herself, but didn’t like doing it if she didn’t have to. Rolling her shoulders, she prepared herself for the inevitable. She’d have to fight tonight. 

To be clear, Y/n Shelby wasn’t unable to fight. She was a pro at throwing knives, which she preferred to guns; much to Tommy’s dismay. She knew how to shoot a gun and could decently fare in hand to hand combat, but she was still scared. Her heart beat in her chest quickly and anxiety bubbled to the surface. A normal reaction to knowing someone broke into your house to hurt you, or worse. Y/n assumed it was the latter. However, instead of letting her fear show, she turned on her fake calmness. A trick she forced herself to learn as Thomas Shelby’s wife. The alarm that was spread across her face vanished, instead being replaced with an eerily calm facade.

There was no point in locking the door. The person knew how to get past those if he made it into their living room. She heard their steps stop at the front of her door, she raised her book to her face, pretending like she was reading.

Act calm. She told herself.

Then, the door burst open.

Back at the pub, the Shelby brothers  were sitting around the table in the snug. Sharing laughs and taking on their third round of Whiskey.

“Alright boys,” Tommy began, placing his glass down and looking around the table. “We’ve had our fun, business begins now.” His content expression turned serious. 

His other brothers, and cousin Michael, cleared their throats and straightened up. 

“As you know, taking Arthur out of prison is a direct threat to the Sabini’s. It shows that even in London we have enough influence to get our own men out, if needed.”

The brothers nodded, and shared looks.

Tommy continued, “Getting Arthur out was our first move. Now it’s the Italian’s and the Jew’s turn but we don’t know when their next strike will be. So, from this moment on we have to be aware, alert, and ready for every—”

The door flew open.

Sir!” Out of breath, Isaiah stood with one hand on the door knob, looking at Tommy. 

“Oi!” Arthur shouted. “You know better than to interrupt!” 

Tommy nodded his head at Arthur, then turned to Isaiah. “What is it, lad.”

“Better be important,” John added. 

“Sir, the Italians are here. My dad spotted them making their way down the lane. They got a group with guns and a car. We best hurry.” Isaiah said in a rushed voice.

With that all the Shelby men stood and placed their caps on, rushing out of the snug. 

Upon noticing the urgency in which the brothers exited, the rest of the Peaky Blinders in the pub were at full alert, waiting for Tom’s next words. The crowd silenced as the brothers stood at the snug doors, facing the onlookers. 

“If you aren’t a Peaky Blinder,” Tom eyed the crowd, “leave.” 

Noise filled the bar again as chairs shuffled, cups were placed on tables, and the front doors opened and closed.

Tom didn’t speak again until there were only Peaky Blinders left. He pulled out his revolver and checked it, making sure there were bullets, before looking up again. 

“Battle formation, men. The Italians are here.” 

Then in a flurry of peaky hats and over coats, the rest of the men got into their positions. Some ran up the stairs to get the extra cases of shotguns and revolvers. Others pulled out their own handguns and checked them as well. The Shelby boys looked at each other, a silent way of saying ‘good luck’. 

Once Tommy deemed every one armed, he nodded to Arthur, who shouted to move out. 

The Shelbies were at the front, while everyone fell behind them in triangle formation. As they marched outside, they could see the group of Italians rounding the corner. 

It was rather intimidating. An outline of men and guns on shoulders, a rather sizable group at that, illuminated by the truck headlights that followed behind. It was a sight to see.

Darby Sabini stood at the front, a shotgun slung over his shoulder.

As the groups marched towards each other and came to a stop, a man behind Thomas called out to the front. “At your command Sergeant Major.”

A hushed tone of agreement spread throughout the group.

Darby stepped forward. “Thought you could come on our turf and get away with it, aye?” 

Tommy stepped forward as well, hands in his pockets. “It was meant as a friendly gesture, but I don’t think you have enough friends to know what that means.”

A small smirk made its way onto Tommy’s face as he stared Darby down. 

Darby narrowed his eyes, irritated at that remark. “I’ll show you what friendly means. Now!”

A hail of gunfire began and the sound of shots being fired filled the lane. It was chaos. Bullets flew and body’s fell. Punches were thrown and blood was spread. More men jumped out of the covered truck and ran to beat down the men on the other side. 

Tommy ducked and punched, kicked and shot. In the middle of punching a man in the gut he yelled, “Leave Darby for me!”

His men did just that. 

Thomas fought his way to the center of the fight, where Darby had just knocked out a Peaky Blinder. Tommy aimed his gun and walked forward, aiming at Darby. The fighting on both sides ceased.

“I didn’t bring a battalion to your town.” Tommy spoke clearly, in a raised voice. 

Darby aimed his gun as well. The two circled each other as men on both sides stopped to observe the interaction. They watched Tommy and Darby tread carefully, like two tentative predators waiting for their opposer to falter.

“You still showed up. That was enough.”

The two men were breathing heavily, a result from the brawls they just finished.

“What’s your purpose for being here, Sabini?” Thomas stopped pacing, his gun still firmly held up. 

Darby stopped as well. An obnoxious laugh left his lips. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Tommy didn’t move. He held a blank face, but his eyes still watched Darby with intensity. 

Not waiting for a response Darby continued, “I’m reminding you that I can take away everything you have in an instant. I already put your brother in jail, which it seems wasn’t a good enough warning for you, since you stupidly had him released so quickly.”

Darby took a couple steps toward Thomas, gun raised. 

“Killing me won’t do anything. I got people in place to still ruin you.” Thomas stated, his tone flat. 

Darby lowered his gun, a sickly calm smile spread across his face. It was an unsettling sight that made Tommy begin to think something was off.

“Oh Tommy boy, I’m just the distraction,” Darby’s eyes noticeably darkened, “How’s your wife these days?”

Tommy’s eyes widened and his finger pulled the trigger.

Darby fell to the ground dead, a bullet was lodged in the center of his forehead. 

Then like a wave, the fighting began again.

As soon as the gunshot rang, Tommy saw red. He shot, punched, kicked or swung at anyone in his way as he fought to get out of the crowd. He didn’t bother shouting an explanation to his brothers as he ran to his car. 

Tommy shoved his keys into the ignition and started the car. Tommy slammed his foot on the gas as soon as the engine roared to life. The car’s lights illuminated the carnage left from the battle. The Peaky Blinders were the last ones standing, as Tommy expected, but paid no mind to. His thoughts too consumed with conjuring the hundreds of horrible possibilities he might see upon arriving home, all ending with a bloodied image of Y/n.

John and Arthur ran towards the car, causing Thomas to slam on the breaks. 

“Where are you going?” John asked urgently. 

“They’re going for Y/n.” Thomas hastily replied.

John and Arthur jumped on the side of the car just in time before Tommy could speed up again. 

Michael and Finn watched as the older Shelby boys passed them. 

“Great. So we’re left to clean up the mess.”

At the house, Y/n held her book to her face as the door burst open. She turned her head and was met with the sight of a man pointing a gun at her. His clothes were clean and he looked very young. Her eyes flitted from the gun to his shoes, then to his eyes, then back to the gun. 

“On your feet.” He demanded. 

“What?” Y/n feigned innocence, despite her struggle to keep calm.

The man, gun still held towards her, trudged over and ripped the book from her hands, throwing it onto the floor. 

“I said on your feet!” He yelled in her face, backing away so he was a few feet from the bed.

She stared into his eyes, an impassive look on her face. Y/n looked back down at the gun. 

With a purse of her lips and a shrug she stated, “I’d rather not.”

The man’s soldier esc demeanor nearly slipped at her blatant defiance of his orders. “It’s not an option lady! Get up.”

She chuckled. “Y’see, lad. I’ve been on my feet all day. Have you ever worn heels for over six hours? Rather painful you know.”

Her cocky attitude betrayed her quickly beating heart that was full of adrenaline.

In an effort to scare her, he menacingly stepped forward. “I ain’t afraid to hurt you lady, but the boss wants you alive. If you keep disobeying me, I'm allowed to use force.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh really, and who is your boss? I must thank him for not wanting me dead.” 

She knew she was playing with her life, but if this boy was as inexperienced as he looked, she would get the information she needed to warn Tommy. Granted, if she got out of this situation. 

“Sabini.” The man bluntly answered. 

Y/n swallowed. This wasn’t good. If Sabini’s men were here and not in London, she needed to warn Thomas immediately. Her heart pumped faster than she thought possible and every nerve in her body was on the verge of trembling from fear.

“I see.” Y/n turned her head to the foot of the bed. “Well, like I said, I’d rather not get up. Matter of fact, I’d rather keep reading. So be a dear and hand me my book, would ya?” She was stalling.

“C’mon lady, stop being stubborn. You don't even got a weapon to be making these demands.” The man sneered.

Y/n slowly adjusted herself so that she scooted away from the pillows that propped her up. She straightened her legs on the bed, her left crossed over her right. Then she leaned back on her arms, purposely pushing up her chest to show off her unbinded chest. Hopefully, he’d be dumb enough to look at her distraction, and he was. 

“Ah, well. It was worth a shot. I can tell that you're new to this whole— kidnapping thing. If you want to get better at it then you should learn this.” She paused before looking back at the man, “Always do research on your target.”

The young man’s brows furrowed, obviously confused. 

“If you did your research, like a good little gangster,” She began as she slid her left leg up off her right, causing her silk nightgown to slowly expose her leg. The man’s eyes roamed her leg once she stopped moving, leaving her left leg in a bent position. She reached for the hem of the dress and raised it further up her left leg, stopping until it got to her mid thigh, “Then you would know, that I’m always armed.”

In a swift and well practiced motion, Y/n grabbed the sharp, throwing knife from her thigh holster, and threw. The knife landed in the man’s chest, in his heart. Looking down at the knife, the man stumbled backwards, tripping over his own feet and falling onto his back. Blood quickly formed a growing splotch of red on his shirt. Y/n quickly stood from the bed to remove the gun from the man’s hand, she then crouched over him. 

She placed her hand on the knife handle, “It was a shame you didn’t do your research.” Then she pushed the knife forward, until she felt through the blade that it had really punctured his heart.

Y/n stood over the man’s body, gun in her hand, and watched the blood puddle grow. She backed away until her knees hit the bed and gave way. Letting out a shaky breath, she sat with the gun in her lap. In an attempt to avoid looking at the body laid in front of her, Y/n stared at the ceiling. 

The adrenaline began to wear off, and the reality of the situation dawned on her. She could have died, quite easily too. If her attacker had not been so inexperienced and if she wasn’t wanted brought back alive, she could have died. Then, she thought of her husband.

Tommy. 

Had the man lying dead on her carpet opened the door and shot, Tommy would have had to come home to her dead body instead. The thought of Tommy finding her body, cold and bloody, scared her more than death. She couldn’t imagine the pain of him being alone. He would blame himself for her death. He would say he couldn’t protect her, and he would loathe himself for the rest of his life. Tears began to prick her eyes and her throat tightened. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the tears to go away and for her erratic heart beat to calm down. 

She killed a man.

That’s the only thought she could process. Her emotions muddled her thinking. Never before had she used her knives to kill. She used guns, from far away. She used punches to knock people out. She used her knives to injure, but never before had she needed them to kill. She was slightly glad for the memory of Tommy coming back home from an errand, returning with the thin knife holster that he insisted she wear when he wasn’t home. She was also glad that she made it a rule for herself to never take it off unless Tommy was home with her. 

Then, the silence of the house was broken again. She flinched. This time, the sound came from the front door slamming open and muffled shouts that she could only register as her name. 

“Y/n! Y/n where are you?” The voice shouted.

She couldn’t pinpoint who it was, not in her boggled state of mind, but she knew it was safe. So she answered. 

“In the bedroom.” 

Her eyes were still shut and her head faced the ceiling when Tommy rushed in.

“Y/n.” His voice was slightly breathless as he took in the sight before him. 

The room was covered in warm, candle light, giving a complete opposite tone to the tense atmosphere. His wife sat on the bed with a gun in her lap. A man, with his wife’s knife in his chest, laid dead on the ground and a puddle of blood surrounded his wound. 

Y/n opened her eyes and looked at her husband. She could see the fear and worry that filled his eyes, his face in slight shock.

Thomas was relieved to see his wife unharmed, but he could see the tears that were threatening to fall. Her slumped shoulders were signs of exhaustion. The way her chest moved up and down with heavy breathes told him she was on the verge of holding herself together. 

Arthur and John came bounding up the stairs next, and found their places on either side of Thomas. 

Y/n’s voice came out void of emotion, but her teary eyes said it all. “One of Sabini’s men.” She stated before turning her eyes to the ceiling once more, trying to blink away tears. “Please get him out of my sight.” The growing puddle of blood made her want to throw up. 

“You heard her,” Thomas said in a low tone, staring at his wife with concerned eyes. “Get rid of ‘em.” His voice was just above a whisper.

Arthur and John stepped forward, grabbing the man by his arms and lugged him out of the room. Only once the man had been removed did Thomas walk towards his wife. Only when he wrapped his arms around her did she let herself cry. She let herself sob and express how truly scared she was when the man burst into her room, and pointed a gun to her head. 

Thomas held her close and kissed her head. He whispered in her ear that she was okay, and that she did what she needed to do. Holding her close, he told her he loved her, and promised to never let anything like that happen to her again. 

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well I tried

Edit: Bro this blew up in less than a day with 41 notes. Thank you♡