#and i have p.e. tomorrow evening

[outfoxt]

there need to be more hours in the day

[icedcoffee2809]

I DID NOT DROP FRENCH JUST SO THAT ECONOMICS CAN BECOME MY NEW NUMBER 1 ENEMY

[blegh-110]

i. "i was enchanted to meet you" | Sam Monroe

Pairing: older brother's bestfriend!Sam x fem!reader

Summary: Older brother’s best friend! Sam Monroe who you really got to know when you were 15 and he was 17.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: This is chapter II of this series where I am using songs from Speak Now, enjoy!

Your sophomore year of high school was great.

One reason being that you had finally made a friend who was in three of your classes; geometry, honors english, and P.E.. 

The second reason being that Sam was in your very last class of the day, introduction to art. 

Neither of you were artists, or even good drawers. But that was what made your time together so fun. There wasn’t a day that went by where you two didn’t make fun of each other’s drawings. 

“Sam! It’s supposed to be an orange!” You laughed with tears in your eyes as you stared at your poorly done drawing of a peeled orange half. 

“(Y/N), it looks like a vagina.” He covered his mouth with his hand as he tried, very badly, to hide his laughter. 

And because of your constant noise-making, and talking, and interruptions, the teacher decided to move Sam across the room. But that had made it almost worse. You couldn’t even look at him from your seat because the situation was just too funny, you would have to look away before you’d burst out laughing. And as soon as class was dismissed and the two of you would leave the classroom, there was nothing holding back the bottled up amusement anymore and you both would walk out of school with tears in your eyes. 

It all happened so often that you didn’t want to stop your enjoyment and go home. And neither did Sam, you guessed. Instead of leaving you and driving back to his own house, he began driving you home and dropping you off. Which then turned to driving you home and hanging around the house after you bravely asked if he wanted to come inside for a little bit. And it got to the point where he automatically turned his car off when he parked on the street, having already set his mind on spending more time with you. But this didn’t happen every single day. 

There were times when you had to send him home. It wasn’t for anything serious, in fact, you wanted nothing more than to spend more time with him. But there were days where you had a big test coming up or tons of homework to finish or an essay due the next day, and you knew you would get none of it done if Sam was in the house. 

“Sam, get out!” You giggled as you lightly pushed him to the front door, your fingertips burning at the touch of his back.

“Alright, fine. But what am I supposed to do?” 

“I don’t know, go hang out with your other friend?” You clearly hinted at your older brother, ready to close the door and start your essay that was due the next day. It was your fault really. You had a whole week to finish it, but you kept pushing it aside because you wanted to be with Sam instead. So your whole school day was spent outlining and finding evidence with any spare time you had, and just generally stressing out. 

“He’s at football practice though.”

“Then just watch.”

“But it’s boring.”  

You gave him a pointed look. 

“Okay, okay, I’ll go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said while leaning in for a hug then leaving.

One thing you quickly learned about Sam was that he was actually quite attentive and affectionate. He always knew when an exam was coming up for you because of the way you became less talkative and more isolated as the date got closer. He didn’t want to bring that observation up to you though because what would that do? So he did the best he could to make those few days just a little bit better for you. Which included buying you study snacks on your way home, keeping quiet in your art class and instead listening to music together, and sometimes helping you study if you let him. You didn’t notice it at first, too caught up with the thought that you might fail the exam. But when you did eventually catch on you somehow fell even more in love with Sam. 

And the one thing about him that made it harder to breathe was his need for physical touch. Whenever he saw you at school he was quick to leave his friends and greet you with a hug and ask how you’re doing. In your shared art class he was always shoulder to shoulder with you. If he thought you were too far from him, he’d hook his fingers underneath your seat and pull your chair right to him. When the two of you would walk home, his arm would always wrap around your shoulder and pull you close to him. If he saw you walking to class he was happy to take your books and walk you there with a hand on your back. And when it was just the two of you at your house watching a movie, he’d lean his entire body on yours and take a nap. 

You wanted so badly to return those affections. You wanted to wrap your arms around him, you wanted to match his excitement when he saw you in the halls, but it felt impossible for you. And you knew that Sam wouldn't mind, but you just weren’t very good at showing affection the way he did. 

You also learned that he was a bit… possessive and protective of his stuff. He was asked a few times by other students if they could borrow his drawing supplies, or even the brushes provided by the classroom, and he always, meanly, said no. Or when you constantly witnessed him smack your brother's hand away from his bag of chips. 

“Sam, c’mon, I didn’t eat anything for breakfast and I didn’t bring my lunch!” Your brother exclaimed while trying again to steal Sam’s food.

“Get away from me.” He grumbled with smiley fries in his mouth,  

“You’re never this way with my sister.” 

Which was true. He was always sharing his stuff with you. Whether it was food or letting you keep his pencil because you couldn’t find your own, and it was always the pink Paper Mate ones. He was also always offering or making you take some of whatever snack he had. 

“Here, have it.” And he gave you the last oreos he had bought from the cafeteria. 

And there was a time when you were paired up for a project with the boy who took you to the dance in your eighth grade year, the one who you let copy your homework. When you first heard your name with his own you wanted the ground to swallow you, but then he surprisingly brought the whole situation up and apologized for it. And you couldn’t hold a grudge if you wanted to, it happened two years ago and he seemed good now. So you forgave and forgot and the two of you planned to get the assignment started during lunch in the library. Unfortunately, Sam wasn’t as forgiving as you were.

“Didn’t he make you cry? Why don’t you tell the teacher you just don’t want to be partners with him?” He asked while opening his car door for you. 

“Sam, it’s okay! He said he was sorry and it’s not like I’m hanging out with him.” He scoffed at the last part then closed it after you had gotten in. 

“You better not because I’m not over it.”

“Did he take you to the dance?”

“No, but I was the one who saw how upset you were. Hated seeing you like that. I just don’t want him to think that this could be a second chance or something.”

“I appreciate your concern, I really do. But it’s not going beyond a school project, I promise.”

“Okay, but if he tries something, you tell me first.” You rolled your eyes with a smile and nodded your head. You didn’t dare tell him but you felt more than just appreciative, you felt cherished and looked after when he got this way, which wasn’t the first time. And each talk left you wanting him even more. 

And the last bit of his personality that you learned was his introvertness, which again, surprised you. Especially since your brother was actually a pretty sociable person. Like you, Sam was not one to see a large crowd and want to partake in it. The only difference between the two of you was that when you were put in a situation where you were surrounded by a lot of people, your heart would quicken and your hands would get sweaty. You were nervous to talk to other people and felt like you had to. But with Sam, he simply didn’t care to talk to them, he didn’t want to and he made that very clear. 

“Fuck that.” He said when the both of you saw that the school Market was taking place in the courtyard. The market took place for a week, and it was where students sold their own goods. You made the mistake your freshman year of trying to walk through it and go home, but you were always stopped by another student trying to sell you something, whether it was a sticker or their homemade soap, and it was a nightmare. 

There was one time you accidentally got caught up with one of them and they just wouldn’t let you leave. They were selling some homemade body care products, soaps and bath bombs, and you gave every excuse you could to nicely shut them down.

“I don’t have enough money.”

“I really have to get home.”

“I’m not really a bath bomb person.”

“That’s okay! We’ve got lip scrubs! Here, smell these.” Then they proceeded to shove different products in your face while telling you their prices. And while giving a tight lipped smile, you felt a hand wrap around your own. You didn’t have to look to know it was Sam, thank god. 

“Hi, would you like t-”

“Nope.” And he walked away with your hand in his, telling his fellow classmates to “fuck off” as he continued to walk through the market. It felt so natural, like it was supposed to be this way. You’d never felt so comfortable with Sam like this. Before, you were always too overwhelmed by his presence and your own feelings that it became too much. But there you were, holding his hand until the two of you got to his car. 

And it all went away when he graduated. It was a terrible night for you to watch him be handed his diploma, an official sign that the friendship you had built with him was over. You were proud of him, there was no doubt about that. But as soon as the graduating class threw their hats in the air you had to bite your lip to keep your cries from coming out. There was a hollowness in your heart that swallowed any emotion you could feel. 

When the ceremony was over and you and your family went down to the field, he ran right to you and gave you a soul crushing embrace. One where it lifted you off the ground and you had to wrap your arms around him. His graduation gown burned against your cheek. It was a bitter-sweet moment. 

When you got home after a celebration dinner for your brother, you thought about your times with Sam and cried the entire night, wishing you had never met him in the first place so you could save yourself from your heartbreak.

[the-record]

kissing lessons: 1

synopsis: ellie’s a year older and the smartest girl you know. such a shame she can’t stick around.

song: kissing lessons - lucy dacus

pairing: young!ellie x young!reader

warnings: none????

a/n: this was so fun to write and pt 2 will be out, this lowkey just sets up the next part(s?) also barely proofread, im lazy

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

“mom, can i go meet ellie?”

“did you finish your dinner?”

you hummed, setting the dirty plate in the sink beside her. “please? i did my homework too. and fed the dog!” she stopped washing dishes and looked to you. “pretty please? with a cherry on top?”

she sighed and rinsed a plate. “alright. but you come right home when the street lights turn on. okay?” you hugged her waist and slipped on shoes before running out the door.

she was waiting for you standing on the seat of a swing. “that looks dangerous!” you called as you ran over.

she turned back, hopping down when she was it was you and sitting properly. “says who?” you rolled your eyes and set at the swing beside her. “did you see mr. anderson today?”

you giggled and nodded. “i feel bad for abby, must be kinda embarrassing to have your dad as principal.” ellie nodded in agreement, humming a tune.

“i dont like abby.” you cocked your head at her, a silent question in your eyes. “she’s such a show off in p.e. and she gets special treatment because of her dad. so unfair.”

you kicked off, sending the swing into motion. “i think she’s smart. and pretty.”

“yea…” ellie joined you, pumping her legs back and forth to get higher. “my uncle’s in town.”

“your uncle?” she nodded, looking forward at the tree line. you thought for a moment before speaking. “have you ever even met him before? what’s he like? is he like mr. miller?”

she smiled softly. “he said to stop calling him mr. miller. said it makes him feel old.”

“he is old!” you both laughed, still flying high in the air.

ellie stopped kicking, though you didnt notice, very slowly losing air. “uncle tommy is nice i guess. his wife scares me a little.” she sighed before turning to you. “i didnt see you at recess, where were you?”

your feet grazed the ground as you came to a stop. “cole asked to play tag.”

“but you hate tag,” ellie said, getting off to stand in front of you. “did you play tag with him?”

you shrugged before nodding. “my mom said i should. says he likes me.” you kicked at the ground, staring at the wood chips moving. “boys chase girls they like.”

ellie huffed and crossed her arms. “but he’s mean, he teases you. all the time!”

“boys are mean to girls they like too.”

“that makes no sense.” she flopped to the ground, arms still crossed across her chest.

you got off the swing, sitting in front of her. “what do boys like?”

“i dont know… kissing i guess.” she averted her gaze as she said it, choosing the ground to focus on.

you were taken aback. kissing? only old people did that, you thought. how do you even kiss? what if he tried to kiss you, and you didnt know how? “do you know how to?”

“what? how to kiss?” you nodded shyly, meeting her eyes. “yeah. i could teach you tomorrow, after school. joel and tommy are going out.” you nodded again. “okay. we’ll walk to my place from the bus stop then.”

the lights flickered on, signaling your time to leave. “i better get going.”

ellie nodded in agreement, getting up and holding out a hand to you. she pulled you in a hug before pushing you towards your house and walking backwards to her own. “ill see you tomorrow!”

you smiled and waved as you both ran home, butterflies fluttering.

“who is this ellie character?” your mom looked to you in the rearview mirror as she asked.

you smiled, sitting up to tell her. “my friend. she’s a year older than me, but she lives across the street. mr. millers daughter.” your mom hummed as you continued. “she’s really funny and nice. im going over to her house after school today.”

“and mr. miller doesnt mind?” she asked as she pulled into the drop off line.

“no ma’am.”

she parked and turned around, a smile on your face. “alright then. you have a good day, and please be good at the millers.” you nodded grabbing your backpack.

the day dragged as you waited for the bell to dismiss you. when it finally did, you met ellie by the bus, clambering on together.

“i found lip gloss in sarah’s room. she told me i could have it because she didnt use it anymore.” ellie smiled as she told you the plan.

“i wish i had a big sister. sarah is so cool.” you both nodded before moving on to some gossip you’d heard that day.

you entered ellies house hand in hand and she pulled you to her room. giggling as you sat the on the bed, ellie grabbed the gloss from her nightstand and sat in front of you. you tried to keep a straight face as she put it on you, and she tried to when you did the same.

“okay, now do this.” she puckered her lips as you giggled. “c’mon…” you nodded and copied her. “okay. now we lean in and… close our eyes!” you felt nervous as she sat up straight. “ready?”

you both leaned in without a second thought, your lips barely touching before you both pulled away giggling. “this is so weird.” ellie agreed with you, nodding and smiling.

“good weird.”

you ‘practiced’ a couple more times and fell beside each other on her bed.

“was that your first kiss?” you wondered aloud.

she hummed, turning to look at you. “yea. was it yours?”

“yea.”

“what do you mean you’re moving?”

you jumped up from the bed when ellie gave you her big news. how could she be moving? she couldnt leave you.

“dad says he wants to be closer to uncle tommy. apparently he and maria are… ‘in the family way’ or whatever.” she picked at her cuticles, pressing down on her thumb when it began to bleed.

you groaned and crossed your arms. “thats so unfair!”

ellie’s eyes teared up and you sat down beside her, leaning your head on her shoulder. “im gonna miss you.” you whispered. “a lot.”

“me too.”

you had to have been mistaken. ellie had moved away so long ago, there was no way she was back. there was always new people filtering in and out of your town, must’ve been one of them.

but mr. miller was harder to excuse.

“ellie, isn’t that your old friend?”

the butterflies crept back in as she turned around, her eyes locking with yours.

“damn. you grew up.”

[naturesapphic]

Jade West x girlfriend reader where she’s being bullied by another girl but doesn’t tell Jade and one day Jade sees her all bruised up and gets furious

Secrets

Jade west x fem!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, cussing, Jade going crazy, mentions of punching

You were heading to your next class before lunch when your school bully, Sarah, came up to you with the rest of her friends and cornered you. They have been doing this ever since you were a freshman and now that y’all are seniors, it has died down some, especially when you got with Jade. When you and Jade got together, Sarah found out and backed off for months but it seems now that she got a chance to get to you since Jade wasn’t here today which usually never happens because even though she hates school, she gets to be with you all day.

“Oh look, it’s jades little bitch.” Sarah snickered and her friends laughed as they went on and on picking and teasing you. You wished Jade was here but she wasn’t so you had to deal with this on your own, like before when y’all didn’t date yet. Sarah and her friends bickering went on and on so you drowned her out which angered her. “Did you hear me freak?” She snarled as she landed a punch straight at your face which caused you to fall to the ground. The bell rang which signaled to everyone that it was time to head to class. Sarah smirked down at you and pulled you up by your hair which made you whimper loudly. “You got lucky this time y/n. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Sarah said lowly and she let go of your hair, making you sigh In relief.

Sarah and her group of friends walked away to head to class as you sighed to yourself as you walked to the bathroom to see what damages she made this time. You walked into the girls bathroom to see your face red, your eye swelling up and it changing color due to the punch that Sarah gave you. Jade is gonna have a cow over this.

~ the next day ~

It was the next school day and you were trying to put on makeup to cover your black eye but it was no use. You just had to go to school with your black eye peeking out behind your makeup like a sore thumb. You arrived at school in your little car, parking next to jade’s car and you got out, bracing yourself for Jade. You walked into school to see Jade at your locker, holding two cups of coffee. When she saw you her face lit up but then it turned dark as she saw your eyes which made you more nervous than you already were. You slowly walked up to her and gave her a little kiss on her lips which she didn’t kiss back which meant she’s really pissed. “Who did that.” She stated simply and you tried to think of an excuse to use but Jade saw right through you.

“And don’t even think of coming up with a lie y/n.” She said softly but stern. You sigh and told her about Sarah and her friends. Her face darkened and you saw her almost break her cup as she squeezed it. You grimaced and gently took her cup away from her when it was about to burst. “Where is she.” She asked you sternly and you sighed. “I don’t-“ you started to say but was cut off when Jade gave you a glare. “Her first class is p.e. So she would be in the locker room right now.” You said quietly as you looked down at the floor. Jade smirked and cracked her knuckles.

She came closer to you and gave you a passionate kiss on your lips and pulled away as she storms into the gym. You didn’t know what all had happened but you knew that the ambulance had to be called for Sarah and when Jade came back her knuckles were bruised but she had a satisfied look on her face. I don’t think Sarah and her friends will bother you anymore.

A/n: hey guys! I’m back hehe more fics will be coming out soon then Christmas requests will be opened hehe. I hope you enjoyed it anon and I hope everyone else did too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! Take care of yourselves. I love y’all! :)

[ivelle-serenity]

Skateboard 7

Wind breaker

fem bodied reader | smut | action | pwp | jayjo/fml | vinny/fml | wooin/fml | joker/fml | hyuk/fml | owen/fml | enemies to lovers | angsty | the other woman (?) | reverse harem | fluff | SLOW BURN! | all characters featured are 18+

author's note: i need demitra's interaction with sabbath now and write smut. damn it. they're so hot--i just can't.

✧˖° — windbreaker men

✧˖° — mdni, smut, description of not safe for work content.

✧˖° — this is a story not one shot.

"Jay's out of it again," Dom sighed, watching Jay sitting alone on the bench. It was currently our P.E. class, and we were doing our stretches. Jay, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to the world, sitting on the bench reading a book.

"He didn't eat lunch again. I'm really worried about him," Mia said, lowering her head.

"Damn it, I hate seeing him like this. Why doesn't Shelly even message our friend?" Dom said angrily, throwing the ball down in frustration.

I kept staring in Jay's direction. His friends were getting worried about him, but Jay didn't seem to care because of Shelly. I noticed my bag beside Jay; I had left it there so I could go straight home after P.E. without having to go back upstairs.

"I'm going to get some water," I told Mia and Dom. Mia nodded while Yuna tried to calm Dom down.

When I reached the bench, I grabbed my water bottle for a drink. I was surprised to find a sandwich in my bag that I hadn't eaten earlier. I took it out.

"Do you want?" I offered it to Jay. He paused and looked at the sandwich.

"I'm fine," he said.

"I made it myself. It's really good! Promise!" I said, sitting next to him. He glanced at the sandwich again before putting his book down.

"Fine, thanks," he said.

I smiled widely when he accepted it. I felt proud of myself for getting him to eat. As I watched him, I noticed Dom walking towards us.

"The tournament's tomorrow. I still can't believe we have to ride without Shelly," Dom said worriedly as he approached us.

"You guys trained for a reason. I know you can do it," Minu tried to reassure his friends.

"Why do we have to fall apart when we're so close to the end of the competition?" Dom sat down beside Jay, who was now eating the sandwich.

I just listened to their conversation, not wanting to intrude. I was only here to replace Shelly in the competition. I didn't want to assume they saw me as a friend. I knew my place. Besides, I had no intention of officially joining their crew. Wooin didn't want me getting close to the Hummingbirds, so joining was out of the question. I sighed.

"How about you, Demitra?" Mia's question caught me off guard. I forced a laugh.

"I'll just try my best tomorrow. I think you can win even without my help. You guys are amazing."

I could feel Jay's eyes on me. My actions yesterday were too risky. I can't let that happen again. I really need to control my feelings for Jay. It's embarrassing because he probably sees me as just a friend, while I see him in a different light. I also don't want Shelly to know I'm here. If she finds out, I'll probably transfer to another school.

"We still need your help to win the race," Jay said, stopping my thoughts.

"Of course," I said, scratching the back of my neck in embarrassment.

"We got you a wig," Yuna said, holding out a bag. A wig? For what? "So no one notices you're not Shelly."

I was stunned and had no choice but to nod. I couldn't believe I was going to pretend to be Shelly. If Noah were here, she'd probably laugh at me. She knew how much I hated being compared to her. But here I was, agreeing to her friends' plan.

"Got it," I said softly.

After saying that, they started discussing unfamiliar things related to the race. I overheard Sangho's name being mentioned, which made me even more silent. I noticed that it wasn't just Jay who was looking at me; even Yuna seemed to want me out of there, judging by her glances. Since I didn't want to intrude on their privacy, I moved away from the group. I approached some other classmates and grabbed a ball to play with.

Our teacher was absent. From what Dom said, they called him Mr. Nam. I hadn't met him yet, but based on how Jay and the others seemed to respect him, I figured he must be a great teacher.

My brows furrowed as a ball rolled towards the school's entrance, played by some other classmates. I quickly went to retrieve it. As I picked it up, I nearly dropped it when I saw a familiar guy.

"Vinny?" I exclaimed in surprise. He looked blank and pocketed something. He had a bike with him.

"You're studying here too?" he said with almost a tone of disgust. Perhaps he said that because he knew his former friends were studying here.

I nodded. "What brought you here?" I asked, looking down at the bike.

"Wooin wanted you to come to a race tomorrow to watch," he said, almost stopping my heart. "And he also wants you to know that you should be at the club every night at 8 p.m."

"W-What?" I couldn't process what he was saying.

"I can't go tomorrow," I said quickly. I didn't want them to know that I was one of the racers tomorrow! "And why should I go to the club at night?"

His gaze turned colder. "Have you forgotten the deal you made with Wooin?"

Damn it.

"You need to be there every night before the tournament. He needs you for the strategies we'll be planning for the race," he explained, looking irritated.

"O-Oh..." I nodded. "But isn't Sangho there?" I said nervously.

He fell silent. "Why are you so afraid of him?" he asked seriously.

I clenched my fists. "I told you, I got into a fight with some guys who seemed to work for him. And... those men didn't just want me dead. They tried to touch me." It felt pointless to lie. They would find out eventually.

"They what?" His face darkened. His eyes widened.

I looked away. "But I think they won't chase me here. But still... I don't want to see Sangho—"

"They tried to touch you? Fuck."

I smiled bitterly. "Vinny, do you think it's easy being a female rider in the underground? Not everyone we race against wants to compete fairly. Some of them want to..." I couldn't finish my sentence.

We both fell silent. Maybe he realized I didn't want to talk about it anymore. It was a nightmare. That's why I promised myself I'd never bike again.

"You stay close to Dom," he broke the silence. "He can protect you."

I furrowed my brows. "Why him? Don't you think Wooin can protect me?"

He sighed. "Not like that. Like you said, you don't want any connection with Sangho. Wooin has business with that man, so it's better if you stick with Dom for now," he explained, combing his hair.

"He's part of the Yakuza. He can protect you."

The real question is... Why would he protect me? I'm not even his friend! I'm just his classmate. I don't want to approach Dom just to be protected. I'm not that desperate!

"I think I can protect myself very well, Vinny. Thank you for your concern," I said with a smile. His gaze remained serious.

"I'll go talk to him, then."

"What!?" I exclaimed, trying to stop him from entering the school. "Wait! I thought you two weren't friends anymore?"

I blocked his way to stop him from entering. He was so tall that I was having a hard time. There were many eyes on us because of him. He looked like a gangster trying to enter the school.

I tried to block his way, but it was too late. Vinny had stopped and was glaring at something behind me.

"What's going on?" Jay's cold voice made me wince.

"Call Dom. I don't need you," Vinny snapped at Jay. I quickly turned to Jay and shook my head, trying to defuse the tension.

"You can go back. He's just asking me something," I lied, but Jay's gaze remained fixed on me, then shifted to Vinny in a silent challenge.

"I thought you weren't friends with him?" Jay's comment made Vinny pause and look at me with an annoyed expression. Maybe he was irritated because I had told Jay, or perhaps that was just his usual demeanor.

"Why do you even care, jerk?" Vinny retorted, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Hey, stop," I urged Vinny, my brows furrowed. "Can you please just go? You're making a scene." I whispered, glancing around and noticing the growing number of onlookers. The tension was palpable, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

"What the fuck? What's that bastard doing here?" Dom's voice startled me. He approached with a fierce look, positioning himself between Jay and Vinny. I felt a surge of anxiety, fearing they might start a fight. Both of them towered over me, their presence intimidating.

Vinny clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. "You..." he couldn't finish his sentence, throwing sharp glances at Dom, who tilted his head mockingly.

"Vinny, just go," I said firmly, my voice steady despite the chaos. His gaze dropped to me, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration etched on his face.

"I'm not here to fight, considering I've already beaten you," he sneered. Dom made a move towards him, but Jay held him back with a firm hand on his shoulder.

Vinny continued, "Just protect your new member, will you? You never know who might want to hurt this little one." His tone was mocking, but there was an undercurrent of threat that made my blood run cold.

Dom’s eyes narrowed, his body tensing as he took a step closer. “You think you’re tough? Coming here and making threats?”

Vinny smirked, clearly enjoying the reaction he was provoking. “I don’t need to think. I know.”

“Enough,” Jay said, his voice cutting through the rising tension. “Vinny, leave now.”

Vinny held Jay’s gaze for a long moment before he shrugged, as if bored by the whole confrontation. “Fine. But remember what I said, Dom. Watch your back. And hers.”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving a heavy silence in his wake. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding and looked at Jay and Dom, who were still tense and ready for a fight.

“are you okay?” Jay asked, with a serious look on his face.

I nodded, but my mind was racing. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… let’s go back to class.”

What the hell was that? Is that his excuse to follow through with his plan to have Dom protect me? I hate him! He doesn't need to do that,.

[kywaslost]

Hey, can I request a platonic dadzawa one-shot where one of his students is quiet and very obedient until one day he notices bruises and he asks them to stay after class and they start disobeying (aka, they try to leave when the class gets dismissed, won't come closer if he asks them to, and is obviously lying to him) and he realizes that they had been obeying out of fear before and they are scared to be alone with him due to having been abused by past teachers and parents?

No Such Thing As Safety - Aizawa Shouta

A/N: I don’t even know how long this has been sitting in my inbox. To Anon, who requested this, I am deeply sorry. But I guess, better late than never, right? I stopped writing for a very long time, but motivation has struck me during these late hours while I should be sleeping. If this turns out bad, please forgive me.

Warnings: mentions of abuse, bruises, minor injuries

Aizawa’s been teaching long enough to know that it’s the most silent obeying students with the worst hidden secrets. Or, more accurately, Aizawa would have remembered that much sooner if he hadn’t expelled almost every student he’s ever had. Working with this year’s class 1-A has taught him a lot, and has made him realize just how closely he needs to be paying attention to his students. They’re like his children, afterall.

It started off so subtle Aizawa didn’t even give it a second thought. There were light bruises scattered across your hands and arms, catching his attention briefly as you handed him a paper to turn in before scurrying off. He didn’t think to ask if you were ok, blaming the markings on the earlier hand-to-hand combat training you endured with your classmates. 

Then it was the long, deep, dark bruises covering your legs, noticeable when your P.E. uniform got burned from one of Bakugou’s attacks during class. They were dark enough to cause eraserhead worry, but you were so quick to stand up and run to the locker rooms that he couldn’t stop you. He also didn’t notice your absence the rest of the school day. 

It wasn’t until today he noticed how frequently you were battered and bruised. Sure, the hero course wasn’t a piece of cake, but none of the other students were as torn up as you commonly were. Today was the worst Aizawa could remember, though. You weren’t dressed like everyone else, dawned in your winter uniform despite the hot, miserable summer temperatures. Aizawa was smart enough to know something was wrong, but still couldn’t piece together why you could possibly be dressed covering as much skin as possible. His worry was enough to talk to you after class, simply wanting to check in to make sure you were alright.

“That will be a wrap on class today,” he said gruffly, shuffling papers on his podium and tucking them into a folder as he looked across the classroom. “Remember, there will be a physical assessment during tomorrow’s class as a midterm review. I expect all of you to be prepared, and have resulted better than at the beginning of the semester.” He sighed, then dismissed the class. As his students left, and you approached the front of the classroom to leave, Aizawa called out to you. “Y/N, please, a moment?” 

You stopped in your tracts, worried eyes gazing towards Mina who was waiting for you near the door.

“It’s ok, Y/N,” Mina smiled. “I’ll meet you at your locker, yeah?” 

“Um,” you said softly. “No, it’s ok. You can stay. I’m sure this won’t take long.”

Aizawa’s eyes furrowed, bouncing between you and Mina. “I would like to speak to you in private, Y/N. Mina, would you please step into the hall?”

Mina seemed worried, but obeyed her teacher, offering you a small smile before leaving. 

Worried as to why Aizawa could possibly want you to be alone with him after class, you took a few steps back to your desk at the back of the classroom. “It’s getting late,” you said quickly, avoid Mr. Aizawa’s eyes. “My parents will be worried if I don’t leave soon, sir. I’m sure you understand.” You tried to leave through the back door, but Aizawa’s voice stopped you.

“I assure you, this will not take long.” You sighed, breath shaky. “Would you please come here, Y/N?”

You shook your head, eyes cast to the floor. “No, sir. I really need to leave.”

“Y/N.” His voice was stern, scaring you. “Come here, please.”

Tears wheld in your eyes as you took one step closer to the front of the room.

Seeing as you wouldn’t come to him, Aizawa took it upon himself to get closer to you. As he got a few desks away, he saw the large angry bruise peaking out from beneath your turtleneck uniform. Reaching a hand towards you, you flinched away. 

“I really should be going,” you said quickly. “I’m not sure why you wanted me here, but Mina is waiting for me out in the hall. I’m sure she’s worried.”

“Why are you afraid, Y/N?” He could see it now, the way you had changed. You had always been so quiet and obedient, Aizawa never really gave you a second thought. He didn’t think he needed to be worried about you. But he could see it in your body language. Something was wrong. You wouldn’t be near him, the one man you should feel safest with. “Who hurt you?:

“No one.”

“What’s that mark on your neck?”

“A hickey.”

“Oh really? It looks like a bruise.”

“Ok, I got hurt during training.”

“We didn’t do combat training today, and that mark wasn’t there yesterday. Why are you so covered up?”

“I’m cold.”

“Stop lying to me.” Aizawa peered down at you. He was finally able to see you shaking to the point of almost dropping the books held in your arms. “Is it me you’re afraid of?”

“Does it matter?”

“It does.” Aizawa sat down on the desk closest to you, resting his arms on his knees as he leaned forward. “What have you seen, child?” You didn’t respond. “Y/N, if you do not tell me, I will have no choice but to get principal Nedzu and counselors involved.”

You took another two steps away from your teacher, barely meeting his eyes for the first time today. “I can’t tell you. You’ll do the same thing to me that they do.”

“Who, Y/N? Who’s doing what to you?”

You wiped the tears from your eyes and sniffed. “My old homeroom teacher from junior high. He, he always…” you couldn’t bring yourself to finish your sentence. “And no one will believe me. You will leave marks, and I will tell my parents, and they will leave even more marks. They will never go away. No one will notice, or no one will do anything, and this will be yet another place I do not feel safe but am forced to return to every day.”

Your sudden confession shook Aizawa to the core. He didn’t expect such a heavy confession from you. He didn’t even know where to start unpacking, or how to comfort you. 

“So, the mark on your neck…”

“Mom.”

“My child,” his voice was as soft as possible. “I am a hero. It is my one job to ensure you are safe and comfortable. I am supposed to be someone you seek comfort from, not hide from in fear. I swear to you, the people who have hurt you before will pay. I will make sure of it myself.”

“I know deep down you won’t hurt me,” your voice was so broken. “You’ve always been so kind to me, but… I don’t know, I’m sorry. Mr. Aizawa.”

He wanted to hug you, to comfort you, but he knew his best decision would be to give you space, to let you feel safe by being away from him.

“I know you do not want to be alone with me,” he says as he takes a scrap piece of paper left on the desk he was on, using a pen tucked into his pocket to scribble on the paper. He slid it across the desk to you. “So I will let you go, but if anyone tries to hurt you tonight, I need you to call this number. It’s the emergency number for students in positions such as yours. It will notify teachers of your location and any danger you may tell us, and whoever is available will help you, understand?”

It wasn’t what Aizawa wanted to do to help you, but it was a start. Maybe one day, he’d be able to help you in a more comforting manner. Until then, he could only get that teacher fired, and your parents investigated.

[thunderfledgeling]

I have sports day try outs tomorrow, the P.E teachers have been pestering me to sign up for competitive swimming since january!!

Idk if I should sign up or not... I mean it's not like I'm a bad swimmer or something but I'd have to compete with kids who are a whole year older than me!! Our year group doesn't even have a swim competition because we're "too young and inexperienced" but apparently the teachers can "make an exception" for me. I can't do that!! I swear they only want me to join because my brother is an olympic champion, I don't have those winner genes, we're not even related!!! (; ´>︵<`)

[bloomzone]

3 weeks and 4 days until the regional exams

• studied french AGAIN because I have text analyst final tomorrow

⏲️ 2h 11 min

Ugh today was rough. I had cramps and couldn’t handle P.E. especially with a PRACTICE test. I was in too much pain (we had a volleyball test 💀) , so I left and skipped the rest of the four-hour evening classes. Honestly, I just came home and knocked OUT 🛏️

The only good thing I got 16/20 on my English exam. I mean, I studied, so I expected it, but My teacher looked at me like, “Girl… 16? Really? I was counting on you for at least a 19.” She wasn’t mad, just kinda disappointed but in a loving, “I know you can do better” way. She knows how stressed I was during the exam because of everything around me. Still, I’m proud of myself. It’s the first grade in class, and even if I made a few dumb mistakes, I gave it my best under the pressure.

@bloomzone

[angelliicc]

love warning

“la-la-la love warning, warning me so loud

it doesn’t stop, oh its my love”

masterlist

a/n HI GUYSS! this is my first ever fic i’ve wrote so please be nice. (im an editor yall) if yall want requests lmk and ill do it 😛😛 lowkey wanna write about my past crushes. also, the photos are NOTHING about the fic, its just the vibes it gives me the song/album i write about

warnings none

| “remember, you’re picking me up tomorrow”you and ellie have been friends since you can remember. “yes, i know. don’t worry i won’t leave without you.” ellie commented, dropping you off at home. you guys have grown up together, went to the same school, basically anything. you both have seen each other through the good and bad times and seeing your changes. ellie came out to you a few years ago, accepting her with open arms. you’ve been questioning about who you’re attracted to. you know you like girls, but didn’t know what to label yourself. you came out to ellie a few years back, a little after her. she knew immediately before you even told her.

as you walk through the front door, you greeter your family as you’ve been at ellies house. you could’ve been there longer, but your mother wanted you back since it was a school night. you walked to your room, makeup all cakey, clothes slightly dirty, and hair frizzy. immediately, you walked in and plopped on your bed, like you’ve been separated from your room in weeks. night fell, and you dozed off into a deep sleep. forgetting to take off your makeup, shower, or even change.

you woke up the next morning slightly late, rushing to get ready. you realized about your early sleep the previous night by the looks of your face. you showered, put your uniform on, and did your makeup all within a span of 30. you rushed out the door then arrived at school, heading to the café. you opened the door and saw ellie sitting at a table by herself, looking like she has been waiting for you since the minute you got there. “well you’ve had a morning.” she comments seeing you as you sat across from the table. “i woke up late, shut up. what time did you get here?” you asked, since shes been looking bored until you arrived. “around 30 minutes ago, why?” “no reason. what classes do you have today?” you asked her. you and ellie only had 3 out of 7 classes, which was p.e., math, and biology. even tho 3 was a bummer to both of you, it was still better than nothing. “religion, p.e., english and sports med.” even though you played basketball, sports med didn’t really interest you, maybe later it can. you both went your separate ways, off to your classes

the final bell rang and you were the first person out of the building. it was the end of the day and you were looking for ellie. it was hard to notice her, with a bunch of high schoolers running out of a building just to head home, until you saw her auburn hair. “els, im going home with you today.” she rolled her eyes in a sarcastic way. “once again, i remembered.” you both walk together to the student parking lot going to ellies car. “how was class?” you bring up. “ugh, absolute torture. im so tempted to drop out.” she responded miserably. “if you actually drop out i will beat your ass.” “whatever.” you open the back seat, leaving your stuff in the back. before you can even put your hand on the handle, ellie opens the door for you. oh? you think to yourself. it was probably a friendly gesture, dont read into it.

ellie drives you back to her place. god you can never get tired of being with her or going places with her. you both get out the car and head up to your room. “got homework?” she asks curiously, as if she were up to something. “nah, i finished it at school.” “nerd.” “fuck off.” you both laugh and giggle. you go onto her bed, placing your backpack down. you look at ellie, she looks so…so… you can’t even describe it. but the way she looked in that moment. it made your heart flutter. she sat down next to, crossing your legs. “oh, i forgot to ask you this yesterday.” she mentions. “talking to anyone right now?” the question kinda made you felt lonely. you see everyone with their partners doing the lovey dovey shit, feeling like you will never be able to do that. “oh, no.” you commented disappointingly. “you?” you questioned. “no.” she replied without a care. “why so blue?” she notices your change in mood after she asked. “its nothing, trust me.” “hey. look at me.” she cups your chin and brings it up. your eyes lock, never separating. “talk to me.” you were in a gaze, day dreaming. too distracted by the soft touch of her, and the warmth of her hands. her green eyes that she locked yours with.

the small moment felt like an eternity, and you wish you could’ve stayed there forever. you were so lost you couldn’t even form words, until you were slapped back to reality. “oh. um sorry. its just that i feel like i’ll never find love someday, you know?” you rambled. ellie listened to every word you said, not taking her eyes off you. she looked at you, getting closet with every word you said. she looked at your eyes, then to your lips. you looked at her bright reddish-pink lips. you were so close you can feel each and every breath both of you took. your body temperature rose as the tension grew. you both were too lost into the moment, until something overcame ellie. she grabbed your face, and leaned in for a kiss. she was so, sweet. like strawberry kisses. you grabbed her neck, returning the gesture. you felt her body temperature, and your heart was pounding faster and faster. “i don’t think you’ve known how long i wanted to do that for.” she spoke to you. “i’m glad you did. im so deprived of touch.” you shot back. “oh? is that so?” she said, getting even closer than you two were already were.

she pulled you in again, taking her time making sure the kiss was making you feel comfortable, and not so deprived. your hands were at her waist, enjoying every moment of it. “i love you.” she spoke. “i love you too.”

the warning that keeps warning, let it ring.

[oopsiedaisydeer]

𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮?

ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ…20ᴛʜᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀʏɢɪʀʟ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ

Unfortunately for Iris, Y/n had no classes with Matt. Fortunately for Iris, Y/n had perfect visibility of him in P.E. class while she was upstairs in History every Thursday during the period before lunch.

Glancing down, she watches a particularly average game of soccer being played, and yet, she shoots out of her chair when she sees Matt being tripped up by another guy. Chris immediately rushes over, and he helps Matt up, the latter hobbling from the impact to his knee. Knowing what she must do, but also acting on pure instinct and camaraderie, she clutches her stomach. Her male teacher pales in the face as soon as she mentions her “cramps” and quickly ushers her out of the classroom.

Once in the nurse’s office, her eyes immediately flick to Matt sitting on one of the beds, propping his knee up. He looks uncomfortable, but not seriously injured. She’d just hang around, act casual, and hope he didn’t notice her too much. It wouldn’t be hard. Right? If anyone had the chance to overhear anything about him and his interests, it was going to be her. For Iris’s sake, of course.

The nurse isn’t there, so she leans against the wall by the door, pretending to be in pain, but really just observing the scene unfolding before her.

“Hey,” Matt murmurs, his fingers absently drumming on the side of the bed. “I, I was thinking maybe I’ll try the newspaper thing. Could be interesting, right?”

Her heartbeat increases. She hadn’t expected Matt to bring up joining a club at all, much less suggest it himself.

Chris glances up at him, clearly surprised. “No way. You? A club? Thought you’d be the last guy to go for that.”

Matt shrugs, looking somewhat conflicted but also intrigued. “I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about writing lately. Maybe it’d be good for me. I could write about sports stuff, or whatever. It’s just...I don’t know...I mean, I’ve never really been the ‘join a club’ type, but it could be interesting, right?”

Chris chuckles. “Dude, you won’t know until you try. Besides, if you do it, I might just have to tag along. You know, for photo stuff.”

Matt looks over at Chris, raising an eyebrow. “Photo stuff?”

“Yeah, man. I was thinking about giving it a shot. I don’t know anything about photography, but it could be fun, right?”

Matt grins, the nervousness seeming to lift from his shoulders. “You? A photographer? That would be a sight to see.”

Chris shrugs nonchalantly. “Hey, don’t knock it until you try it. Besides, cameras seem pretty cool.”

Matt stays silent for a moment, mulling it over, and then lets out a sigh. “I guess... I guess I’ll show up for the first meeting tomorrow. It can’t hurt, right? I’ll just go and see what it’s like.”

Y/n watches from her spot near the door, the cogs in her brain turning. Matt was actually considering it. He’d decided to try something new out. This was good. She'd made it this far, and if he actually went through with it, she might have the opportunity to learn more about him. For Iris’s sake, once again.

She quietly slips out of the nurse’s office. He was going to show up tomorrow. She had to be ready, so she prepared a quick mental backstory for why she was joining, in case anyone asked. The fact that her real answer was because of a guy filled her with disgust, but she quickly recovered by reminding herself this was for Iris.

The next day, when she arrives at the trial session for the school newspaper, she sees Matt. He’s hesitant, shifting from foot to foot, looking out of place but still there. Chris, ever aloof, stands beside him, seemingly lost in thought. Y/n keeps her distance, observing Matt from across the room. 

The room is filled with a small handful of unfamiliar faces, some eager and others clearly unsure about why they’d even shown up. A senior, a girl with an unflappable sense of enthusiasm, stands in front, claps her hands together to grab everyone's attention.

"Alright! Hey, everyone! So glad to see you all here for the first meeting of the year. Let’s go around in a circle and introduce ourselves and share what you’re interested in doing for the paper. Don’t be shy!"

She grimaces inwardly. She really wasn’t here to talk, but she doesn’t have much of a choice. As the introductions begin, she’s relieved that everyone else seems equally unsure about what they’re doing. When it’s her turn, she stands up straight and fakes an eager smile, not wanting to reveal how she’d rather be...well, not here.

“Hi, I’m Y/n,” she says, her voice steady. “I’m mostly just here to figure out what this is all about. I’d like to maybe do interviews, or whatever. I’ll see how it goes.”

She sits back down, trying to make herself as small as possible. The next few people share their interests, some more enthusiastic than others. Then it’s Chris’s turn. He stands up, hands shoved in his pockets, leaning casually against the desk.

“Chris. I’m here to try my hand at photography. I don’t know much about it yet, but I thought I’d give it a shot.”

A few people nod, but Y/n notices that Matt is still looking down, fidgeting with his hands. When it’s his turn, he hesitates before standing up. His voice is soft, almost unsure.

“I’m Matt,” he starts, glancing briefly at Chris. “I... I think I want to join to write about sports and culture, maybe. But... I doubt I’d be any good at it. I’ll just... see what the first meeting’s like.”

There’s a moment of silence as he sits down, and then Matt shifts uncomfortably, clearly looking for a way out. His gaze darts around the room, and the tension is palpable. She watches him closely, her mind racing with how she might use this opportunity for Iris.

After a couple of minutes of the senior girl rambling on, Matt whispers to Chris, who nods but doesn’t look at him. He stands and gives a half-hearted glance at Chris before quietly heading for the door, determined not to make a big deal of his exit. Chris turns inconspicuously to gaze at the door after his brother leaves.

She switches her focus to Chris, scrutinising him. He seems unfazed by Matt’s sudden exit. He leans back in his chair, as if this is all just another normal day.

“Well,” she mutters to herself, “that went well.”

Once the introductions are finished, the teacher goes over the basic logistics of the paper and asks everyone to pair up for future assignments. She hands out slips of paper with names written on them.

Y/n looks down at her slip and finds that she’s paired with Chris. She raises an eyebrow, not believing her luck, after all, what’s closer to Matt than his brother? The room empties out, and she sees Chris heading for the door. She hesitates for a moment, then follows him, determined to at least try to talk to him, to make the most out of them working together. For Iris’s sake.

“Hey, uh, Chris?” she calls out, catching up to him as he walks through the hallway.

He glances over his shoulder, eyebrow raised. “What’s up?”

“I guess we’re partners?” she attempts to say enthusiastically, but the words come out more uncertain than she intended. She stops in front of him, feeling the awkwardness of the situation. “Guess we're stuck together? I mean, it’s fine, I just—uh, I wanted to introduce myself again and just make sure we were on the same page.”

Chris shrugs, his expression not changing much. “Yeah, I guess we are.” He looks her over briefly, his gaze drifting somewhere else, distracted by something further down the hallway. 

Y/n nods, doing her best to get the conversation back on track. “I was thinking we could plan out our first assignment. Maybe split up some of the tasks? I can handle the research—”

Chris cuts her off, sounding bored. “I don’t know, okay I’ll just take care of the photos. Or whatever.”

She stares at him for a second, unsure how to push the conversation further. That’s it? Just like that? Guess he wasn’t in the mood to talk.

This wasn’t going how she planned. Maybe she was too eager. Or maybe it was just...

“Well,” she says, “I’ll see you around.”

Chris glances at her, an almost unreadable expression on his face. “Yeah. Sure.”

He turns and walks off, leaving her standing there, feeling like she’d just failed at some sort of social exchange. Whatever. She wasn’t gonna chase after him. She sighs, heading in the opposite direction. Maybe this is all there was to it. Matt couldn’t even bother sticking to it, and now Chris was giving her…nothing.

It felt like a waste of time, chasing this Sturniolo guy around. Then again, it wasn’t about her, not really. It was all for Iris. And yet, somehow she found herself questioning how much effort was too much, and how much of it was for nothing.

creds to @bernardsbendystraws 4 da dividers mwah

a/n: woah matt's arrived. and so has chris. dk how i feel tbh.

taglist: @snoopychris @chrissweetheart @sturnsrecord @sturns-mermaid @slxt4chriss @blushsturns comment to be added/removed from this au's taglist!

till next time!!

[leeknowsnot]

CHAPTER 16 — "Am I... Afraid?"

Yunjin is F!Hyunjin BTW!

The school looked different when you weren’t just rushing from one class to the next, dodging gossiping students and deadlines like falling debris. It felt oddly quiet in the lull between the last bell and the start of club activities. The noise hadn’t disappeared — it had just moved further off, beyond the main corridor where Lina now walked, just a step ahead of her new responsibility.

Yunjin trailed slightly behind her, taking in every hallway like she was seeing it through a filter of wonder. Her arms were crossed loosely over her notebook, fingers tapping a rhythm Lina couldn’t name, and her eyes flitted to every bulletin board, poster, and classroom number as if each held its own story.

“And that one’s the science building,” Lina said, pointing at a corner of the courtyard as they stepped through the side hallway. “You’ll mostly have lab classes there, depending on the elective schedule Mr. Ji gives you.”

Yunjin gasped like someone had just told her she won a lottery. “No way! That building’s so cute. It looks like it belongs in a campus webtoon. Is it as old as it looks?”

Lina blinked. “…Yeah. It leaks when it rains.”

Yunjin laughed, soft and bubbly and real, and somehow the sound bounced around the empty hallway like a melody. “Charming. I love it already.”

Lina didn’t know what to do with that. She turned away, clearing her throat. “Anyway. That’s the back field. There’s P.E. every other day. And… the gym’s down the hall to the left.”

The tour was simple enough — Lina had given it a few times before — but never like this.

Yunjin didn’t just look. She responded. She asked questions. Made comments. Laughed at things Lina didn’t realize were funny. She even stopped at the art club board and admired every pinned sketch like she meant it, even though it had nothing to do with her schedule.

It was weird.

Not bad. Just… unexpected.

People didn’t usually treat Lina like that. They usually listened just enough to get by, or treated her like a walking school map, or ignored her altogether.

But Yunjin—Yunjin walked beside her like she wanted to. Like she wasn’t just tagging along because she had to.

“Hey, Lina?” Yunjin said suddenly, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to grab ice cream or bubble tea after this?” She looked hopeful, her arms swaying a bit as she tilted her head. “Only if you’re free. I passed by this cute shop on the way to school this morning. I figured I’d drag someone with me.”

Lina’s first instinct was confusion.

Then panic.

Because in her mind, she had already heard the sound of approaching footsteps in the hallway. Already felt that familiar, low-tension anticipation that came every afternoon now, when she pretended she wasn’t waiting for Seungmin but always found her feet walking beside his anyway.

It was the same thing every time. He’d drop by the classroom casually. Make some joke to Hana and Soojin about their non-existent class rep meetings. Glance at Lina without a word like they were picking up from a sentence they never finished.

Lina bit her lip.

“I actually have some after-school stuff,” she said, shifting her bag on her shoulder. “Sorry. But… thanks for the invite.”

Yunjin nodded, unbothered. “No worries. Some other time then?”

Lina hesitated before nodding. “Sure.”

Yunjin beamed, pulling her phone out of her pocket. “Here—just in case. Gimme your number.”

“Oh—uh, okay.”

She keyed in her number quietly. Yunjin handed it back with a grin.

“If you ever feel like bubble tea, just text me, okay?” she said, backing away toward the corridor leading to the school gates. “See you tomorrow, Lina!”

Lina gave her a short wave. “See you.”

Yunjin disappeared around the corner.

A few seconds later, right on cue — as if summoned by her nerves — a familiar voice drifted in from the opposite end of the hallway.

“Wow. Was that the famous exchange student I just passed by? I kept hearing whispers from other students even at the hallway."

Seungmin.

Lina turned just as he reached her, his hands in his pockets, hair slightly wind-blown from the afternoon breeze.

“She’s cute,” he said casually, like commenting on the weather. “Tall.”

Lina let out a short breath, not quite a scoff. “She’s nice.”

Seungmin nodded, eyes briefly sweeping the corridor before looking back at her. “Ready to go?”

And just like that, they fell into step.

But something tugged at the back of Lina’s ribs — something heavy and faintly annoying.

It wasn’t just Yunjin’s sudden appearance. It was what she felt the moment Yunjin turned the corner and disappeared just as Seungmin arrived. That tiny flicker of relief that passed through her chest so fast it left a sting.

She hated that she felt that.

Hated it even more when she caught herself glancing at him from the corner of her eye as they walked. Wondering if he noticed how bright Yunjin was. Wondering if it made her seem duller by comparison.

Was she… afraid?

Afraid he’d smile at Yunjin the way he sometimes did at her?

Lina frowned.

Hard.

No. She wasn’t going to spiral again. Not now. Not about Seungmin.

Even if that familiar flutter was returning.

Even if the sight of him walking next to her still made something inside her tilt slightly off-balance.

She shook her head lightly and focused her eyes forward, refusing to let her thoughts win.

But they were already crawling up her spine with questions she didn’t want to ask herself again.

Not now.

Especially not when she was walking beside the very boy she feared she might have already fallen for.

[erbiumspectrum]

I stopped exercising when I was 15.

Back in school I was your typical clumsy nerdy kid with perfect grades and zero physical coordination. In P.E. class I was positively a pathetic sight and I was painfully aware of it as it was, but on top of that my P.E. teachers hated me. And I have no doubts about it because they treated me like garbage which was somehow even worse than the constant humiliation in front of my classmates.

I managed to stand it for a little over four years, after which I was so wrecked mentally that I stopped going to school. I don't mean P.E. class, I mean school. I was unable to go there, to even walk past the gym, and I only went back to school once I got a doctor's note that I couldn't do P.E.

And ever since then I've had debilitating anxiety over exercising in groups/ in public. That was absolutely out of the question. Just the very thought of exercising next to someone else was enough to make me feel sick. I didn't exercise by myself, at home, either because I felt so bad about myself I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I bought a jump rope two or three weeks ago, I can't remember. As soon as I got it, I tossed it to the bottom of the wardrobe and started trying to psych myself up to go use it. This evening I finally put some comfortable clothes on, stood in the kitchen where my dad was, and said, "I'm going to the park with the jump rope." My dad, a bit of a runner, asked where exactly I was going and when I told him, he said he often sees people exercising there. You can't imagine my relief when I heard it's in fact that kind of spot and I won't look weird there.

And I went. I actually did it. I went out and got some exercise in public.

I was pathetic 😂 I'd only manage two jumps in a row tops before stumbling. It definitely didn't cure my anxiety: all the time that I was there, I kept worrying about the other people staring at me and thinking "lmao what a loser" but I did not let that stop me.

I've just had a shower. My everything hurts. I imagine I'll be absolutely dead tomorrow. But I did something unbelievably brave today and I'm hoping I'll cling to this courage and keep going.

[vitch-with-v]

Ok sorry for not being active today but anyways here's what happened if u wanna know (regarding my mental health). Tw: sui mention

I had a test today i hadn't studied for, like the last two tests i had this month that i failed. Lately i haven't been able to do ANYTHING, i would literally sleep all day, since i got home from school till it was time for dinner. The thought of doing it consumed my mind completely and i couldn't even live, all my energy was wasted on just staying alive. I told my teacher that i wasn't doing the test and if i could go talk to the principal, because i was about to explode

I went to her office, i told her everything, i hadn't told anyone what i was thinking other than my friend moon girl, we talked for like an hour and she called my mom, then we talked some more

In summary: we talked about the possibility to go to a psychiatrist instead of a therapist, because essentially i have no reason to be having these thoughts, my life isn't that bad, my parents are great, im literally ok (technically), so we came to the conclusion that maybe it's the chemicals in my brain that want to fuck me up, and not so much something i have to talk about. She basically said get medicated crazy bitch GSKSHA

I also told them about my suspicion about being neurodivergent, and my principal (who is dislexic) basically went "omg yeah get checked cuz having a diagnosis is the best thing that could happen to u" so, plus i never told my mom about this, i haven't told anyone other than ray and missy HAJAH, so yay

Anyways, i got out of school early, i didn't go to p.e and im also staying home tomorrow. They also helped me calm down with my anxiety about my notes, cuz seriously it's bad, but they reassured me that it's fine and i could always get them up later in the year, and that she and the rest of the teachers know im not a bad kid or lazy or whatever (cuz apparently it's been very obvious I've been struggling HSJSHS)

So yeah, that's about it. If u read all this u either really care, or are just really gossipy GSKSHSKA but thanks anyways, i appreciate it <3

[levithestripper]

After Hours

summary:

He raises an eyebrow at Tozer, toeing off his dress shoes, and placing them in the wooden shoe rack beside the entrance. “You think I adore you, Solomon?” Tozer smirks, turning his head to look at him. Marshmallow gives Edward the same expression. “Of course.”

Already having a long school day, English teacher Edward has a lot to do after his students go home for the day, leaving Error Campus empty. Luckily, P.E. teacher Solomon is there to make his long day go by in the blink of an eye.

warnings: they're all high school teachers, it's all just a bunch of fluff and relationship drama.

length: 5.1k || read on ao3 || join my taglist

a/n: hello terror fandom :) this is a fill for the SOLITTLE NATION’S VALENTINE’S DAY exTRAVAGANZA prompt: big spoon! tozer!!!!

this can be read as a standalone work since i plan on writing a whole AU around solittle teachers! i want to thank everyone in the solittle discord server for helping me with this and for their ideas and inspiration :) ily

“Yes, that’s it!” Coach Tozer cheered, clapping his gloved hands together happily. Even with the nippy February air, Tozer still donned his traditional coaching outfit: high-cut red dolphin shorts, a tight white t-shirt, a blue windbreaker, and his coaching whistle. Coach Hartnell stood beside him with arms crossed over his chest, wearing the same outfit as Tozer. Today’s after-school training consisted of practicing passing down the pitch and taking goal shots. Over the past seven months, the team has come together magnificently, learning to trust each other and truly play as one unit rather than eleven parts. “Victoria, don’t look down at your feet! Look where you’re going, the ball will follow you there!” 

After twenty more minutes of drills, Coach Tozer blew his whistle and dismissed the girls to hit the showers. He and Hartnell bid their farewells to the other assistant coach, William Heather, and the rest of the coaching staff as they left the pitch together, returning to the head coach’s office. 

“The girls did well today, don’t you think?” Tom asked, sitting down in the comfy guest chair in Tozer’s office. The walls were plastered with motivational posters featuring various sports, but it was clear Tozer’s favorites were baseball and rugby; framed photos of his neighborhood baseball team and the rugby team he was on in university hanging on the walls. On his desk was another framed photo, this time of Tozer and his niece, Maisie. Maisie looks like a mini version of her uncle, with dirty blonde wavy hair and the cutest button nose anyone has ever seen. Tozer’s holding her on his hip in the photo, and they’re both covered in dirt, twigs in their hair, and huge, toothy grins across their faces. 

Tozer nods, sitting behind his desk with a groan, pulling his gloves off. “They’ve certainly improved since coming back from holiday. They still need to improve their passing drills, or else we’ll never make it to the playoffs this season.” Tom nods thoughtfully, silently agreeing. “We should extend training hours to 6:30 until the season starts. Get in as much practice as we can. More time in the weight room, as well.”

Hartnell nods again, wrapping his arms around the throw pillow in his lap. “Good idea, Coach. Some of the reserves could definitely use some practice time, and time in the weight room will do everyone good. Us, too. I’ve noticed the team works better when we work out with them.” 

“Weight room tomorrow, then, an’ we tell em’ about the training time change after?” 

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Tom smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He stood and stretched, groaning dramatically. “Am I free to go, Coach?”

Tozer mirrors Tom’s expression, “Free to go, Coach.” He mock salutes Tom, which Tom returns happily. He turns on his heel to leave, closing the door behind him. Tozer runs his hands up his face and through his hair, leaning back in his plush, navy blue desk chair. He turns on his computer with the toe of his shoe, the monitor blaring to life with the image of the school-mandated desktop, a blue and white pattern with the logo in the bottom right corner. Pulling up his emails, Tozer got to work at answering the dozens of emails he was ignoring for the past week. 

After about an hour or so of solid working, Tozer closes the tab with a satisfied sigh, leaning all the way back in his chair again. Gathering his things and shoving them in his black cross-body bag, Tozer slings it across his shoulder and shuts the lights, leaving his office and the sports department behind him. He lifts the hood of his windbreaker and makes his way down the hallways of the school, heading towards the English department. The school is empty, except for the various club activities in classrooms and teachers staying late to work on lesson plans. Many of the teachers have their doors decorated for Valentine’s Day, pink wrapping paper and giant red and violet paper hearts everywhere Tozer looks. 

Tozer sidles up to one door in particular, grinning cheekily. This door was decorated just like the others, but minimally so. It’s wrapped with sky blue colored paper instead of pink, and it’s clear that the teacher behind it had their students help them with it. The full design was that of the Pixar movie Up , but instead of balloons, the house was lifted afloat by cute little student-cut hearts. Rapping his knuckles against the window cutout, Tozer opened the door without waiting for an answer from who was inside. 

The man looked away from his monitor, a smile spreading across his face. “Solomon!” 

“Hey, Neddy, you ready to go?” Solomon asks, closing the door behind him, and leans on the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest, muscles flexing against his shirt. 

Edward’s classroom was decked out with literature posters and quotes, motivational sayings, posters about grammar, and parts of speech. Instead of using the harsh, overhead fluorescent lights, Edward has fairy lights hanging from the ceiling tiles and a warm-toned lamp in two corners of the room, giving the room a cozy atmosphere. Also hanging from the ceiling are paper crafts his students have made him over the school year, attached with binder clips. Edward’s desk is mostly free of clutter, a stark opposite of Tozer’s. He has a few framed photos of him and his friends that double as colleagues, John and George, and one of his cat, Marshmallow, a toasted Siamese who causes chaos wherever she goes. 

“Give me a few minutes, will you? I want to finish this section of my lesson plan for next week. And after that, Elizabeth is visiting to help me grade papers.” 

Tozer nods and takes a seat at a desk closest to Edward’s. “That girl sure seems to like you; can’t say I blame her.” Edward rolls his eyes at him, making Tozer snicker. “Saw your door. Kids help you with it?”

Edward nods, eyes never leaving his monitor screen. “Fitzjames knows how to raise a good kid, I enjoy her company,” he hums, glancing back at Tozer, only to whip his head back around when he catches Tozer staring. “Some of my honors students saw I still had a bare door and offered to decorate it for me during their free period.” Tozer rakes his eyes up and down Edward’s slender back. He wore a handsome dark blue cable-knit sweater with dark brown dress slacks, a matching brown leather belt, and black dress shoes. His glasses sat in the mess of dark brown hair on his head, and Tozer was sure the frames were tangled in the dark locks by now. 

“You look nice, Neddy.” Tozer thinks Edward looks nice every day, but that’s not the point. He sits with his chin in his hand, admiring Edward as he works. 

“Thank you, Sol,” Edward cranes his head to look at Tozer’s outfit. His face flushes slightly. “You look good, too. But isn’t it too cold out to only be wearing shorts?”

“I don’t know, you want me to take the rest’a my clothes off and find out?” He teases, giggling when Edward glares at him. Tozer changes the subject, shelving the conversation for later. “How were classes?”

“Good; most of my problem students were in ALE. We finished our unit on Sula today, so we’ll have the unit test on Friday.” Edward spins around in his chair to face Solomon. “I should’ve finished this lesson plan months ago, but someone has been distracting me recently.” 

Tozer grins toothily. “Oh yeah? An’ who would that be?”

Edward raises an eyebrow at him, giving Tozer a knowing look. “Solomon.” 

“Yes, Ned?” he asks coyly.

Edward pretends to be cross with him, but Tozer can see right through his facade. “Your helper come ‘round yet today?”

He glances at his watch. If Tozer didn’t know him, it would be easy to assume the watch was over two hundred dollars, but in reality, it was barely over fifty. The watch face was a shiny obsidian adorned with silver markings, a gold case surrounding it, and a brown leather strap. “She should be here right about—” 

A knock at the door interrupts Edward. 

“Come on in!” Edward calls out, a soft smile replacing the glare he had been giving Tozer. 

The door swings open to reveal a little girl, who looks to be about six to seven years old. She is wearing a floral-patterned shirt with a dark brown background, cute, cozy-looking white pants that cut off at the ankle, and a matching pair of cream-colored trainers. She carries with her a fuzzy plush chicken purse, the bag clearly filled to the brim with her essential supplies. Behind her stood a man in his early thirties, with dark, curly hair, thick mutton chops, and kind eyes. He also wore a cable knit sweater, but his was dark green and over a white dress shirt, the collar popping out from beneath the collar of the sweater, paired with black dress pants and shoes. 

The girl smiles widely, rushing into the room, and leaving her friend in the dust. “Mr. Little! I’ve come ready today! I brought my own stickers for us to use!”

Edward grins, something he was still unused to doing while at work. “Ah, Elizabeth! Right on time.” He pushes his hair out from behind his desk so she can run up to him and crawl into his lap. Making herself comfortable, Elizabeth sits with her back to Edward’s chest and dumps out the contents of her chicken purse onto his desk.

“You forgetting to greet someone?” Edward asks gently, nodding towards Solomon. 

“Oh, right! Hi, Mr. Tozer!” 

Solomon happily waves at her. “Hey, Lizzy. You havin’ a good day?”

She nods, enthusiastically shaking her head up and down with her eyes closed. “Mhm! Mr. Goodsir had to work most of the day, but we had lunch together and he helped me with some of my homework and then we drew pictures.” 

Edward looks over at Mr. Harry Goodsir, who is leaning on the painted metal doorframe. “Sounds like you two had fun, huh, Mr. Goodsir?”

“Oh, yes. I always have a good time with Miss Elizabeth here, don’t we?” Elizabeth nods again. “How was your day, Edward, Solomon? Anything I can assist with?” As the school’s main guidance counselor, Harry always makes himself available to the teachers in addition to the services he already provides for the students. 

Tozer shakes his head no. “Nah, we’re good, Harry. Thank you, though.” 

“Well, you know where to find me if you do,” Harry says with a sweet smile, his eyes crinkling in the corners. “Door open or closed?” 

“Open,” Edward replies, “Thank you, Harry. Oh, are you going to the faculty dinner later this week?”

“No, Silna and I have plans for a movie date and dinner that night. However, do tell me if anything interesting happens!”

Tozer chuckles, but Edward is the one to respond, trying to stifle his own amusement. “Of course, Harry, you’ll be the first to know about anything juicy. John and Henry said they’re goin’ as well, so you might hear the gossip from them first.”

“Oh, good!” Harry smiles, pushing off the doorframe. “Well, don’t let me keep you. See you tomorrow, Elizabeth?”

She nods, stopping organizing her craft supplies to wave goodbye. “Bye, Mr. Goodsir! See you tomorrow!” Elizabeth set up her stuff next to Edward in nice, neat piles. She has her stickers on one side, organized by show, and her markers, gel, and glitter pens on the other side of the papers to be graded. 

“So, Elizabeth, what stickers did you bring for us to use?” Edward asks, overlooking everything on his desk. Edward prefers a clean, orderly desk, but he makes an exception for her. 

Elizabeth turns around in his lap to look at him, legs lying across his. “Daddy bought me new ones, so we can’t use them all. I have My Little Pony, Strawberry Shortcake, and puppies! The My Little Pony ones are new, so we can only use the ones I say we can.” Tozer stifles a chuckle. 

“Alright, your stickers, your rules.” He smiles, picking up the first of many essays to read through. “When I finish reading through one, I’ll tell you the numbers and words to write, and then you can put on a sticker.” 

She wiggles further into his side so she can look at the words she can’t read yet with him. “Do you want a sticker too, Mr. Tozer?”

Solomon smiles and sits up straight so Elizabeth can reach him without getting off Edward’s lap. “I’d love a Strawberry Shortcake one.” 

She nods and looks over her sticker sheets, hemming and hawing over which sticker he’d like best, deciding that Pupcake is the best choice. “Here!” Elizabeth stretches her arm out, the sticker on the tip of her finger. “You get Pupcake!”

“Thank you, Lizzy. Got anywhere special you want me to put it?”

She thinks for a moment before shaking her head no. “It’s for you, so you get to put it where you like.”

“How benevolent of you, my Queen,” Solomon teases, dramatically bowing in his seat, which makes Elizabeth erupt in a fit of giggles. Digging out his wallet, Tozer gently sticks it to the clear plastic guarding his ID card. He turns it around to show her and Edward. “Here, Mr. Little, look,” he says with a subtle smirk. “What do you think? Do you like it?”

Edward does his best to suppress his blush, but it doesn’t work. There’s something about Solomon calling him by his last name and title that makes his heart thrum and tingle, but he doesn’t think too hard about it for fear of what he might find out about himself. If Solomon notices his flustered state, he doesn’t mention it. “It looks perfect there, don’t you think, Elizabeth?” he deflects the attention to her instead, knowing she’d appreciate it. 

“Mhm!” Elizabeth nods. “Do you want one in your wallet, Mr. Little?”

Tozer pipes up again, agreeing with a bigger smirk this time. “Yeah, Mr. Little; you should have one too, so we can match!” 

He grows even more flustered at the prospect. “Oh, I don’t know. I don’t think I have space in my wallet for one.”

Elizabeth huffs, but not in a bratty way. “If you don’t have space for a sticker, I think you need a new one.” 

Tozer nods. “Lizzy’s right, Mr. Little. Go on an’ give her your wallet, she’ll find one that fits your teeny wallet,” he teases, and he and Elizabeth both giggle. 

Edward squints at him, but caves, leaning forward to dig his wallet out of his back pocket, and handing it to Elizabeth. She quickly finds a sticker, returning it to Edward with a smile. “You get Rarity!” 

“Why Rarity?” he asks, looking over the sticker now permanently stuck to his ID case. Rarity is on her two back hooves, the front ones in the air, with a happy expression across her features. From what he’s seen of the show—sometimes Elizabeth brings her tablet with her—the sticker seems to be drawn in a different art style than usual. Edward finds that he doesn’t hate it. 

“Well, she’s kind, and generous, and likes fashion; you’re just like her! Your room looks like she made it, and I think you’d be friends,” Elizabeth hums, turning on his lap slightly so she can use the desk. “Oh! And you’re both pretty!”

The redness that just barely dusted Edward’s cheeks before is now at a roiling boil, turning his whole face red. It doesn’t matter who compliments him—Elizabeth or otherwise���Edward will turn red as a strawberry. It could be platonic or romantic, it doesn’t matter. “Pretty?”

It is Solomon who answers. “You’re very pretty, Edward. Almost like a girl. Right, Lizzy?” Edward’s blush worsens, spreading into his mutton chops and down his neck. 

“Mhm! Rarity would agree, too. She’d like how he dresses. I don’t think she’d like how you dress, though, Mr. Tozer.”

Solomon waves away her words. “Nah, don’t worry about it, doesn’t bother me any. Which pony do you think would like me, Lizzy?”

“Hmm, Rainbow Dash. She’s strong and athletic, like you!” 

He grins, reaching out to fist-bump her, which she reciprocates. “Heck yeah!” Solomon censors his cheers, but the enthusiasm behind it stays the same. 

Edward, desperate for a change of topic, glances at the clock. “Alright, Elizabeth, if you still want to help me grade papers, we’ve got to start now.”

“Oh, right! I still want to help!”

He rolls his chair close to the lip of his desk and gets to work, reading through the first essay. 

Before they know it, two hours pass within the blink of an eye, and suddenly all of Edward’s papers are graded with an assortment of stickers and a glittery “Good Job!!” written on them. At some point, Elizabeth drew a glittery pink and purple heart on Edward’s forearm. Tozer’s asleep, his arms crossed over his chest and his feet up on the corner of Edward’s desk—much to Edward’s dismay—but he doesn’t wake him, finding his sleeping form too adorable to disturb. 

The clock hands hit five o’clock, and there’s a knock on the open door. Edward looks over to see Vice Principal James Fitzjames, with a cross-body bag slung on his shoulder, a pink sparkly backpack on the other, and a puffy winter jacket draped over his arm. He has on an expensive long blue coat and a lighter blue scarf, all ready to face the chilly February air. “Ah, Mr. Tozer, I didn’t expect to see you here. Please, tell him I said hello when he wakes up, will you, Mr. Little?” 

“Of course.”

James smiles at Elizabeth, watching her clean up her art supplies. “Ready to go, darling?” 

“Yep!” She twists around to wrap her small arms around Edward’s middle, hugging him tight, the side of her head pressed against the soft fabric on his chest. “I had fun today, Mr. Little! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Edward hugs her back, squeezing her gently. “I had fun too, Elizabeth. I look forward to tomorrow!” 

Elizabeth hops off his lap and quickly hugs Solomon’s sleeping form before joining her dad in the hallway. James hands Elizabeth her coat and waves goodbye to Edward, closing the door behind them as they leave. 

Edward turns his chair so he’s facing Solomon. His elbow rests on his desk, hand making a fist, smushing his cheek against his knuckles, admiring his—what is Solomon to Edward, exactly? 

His colleague. His friend. 

Boyfriend? 

No. Solomon couldn’t be into him like that, wouldn’t be into him like that. What could Edward offer a guy as amazing as Solomon? Solomon has everything; he’s funny, talented, smart, and can carry a conversation about literally anything, no matter the topic, and somehow make it interesting. And his body? Not that Edward actively looks at Tozer’s body, mind you. It’s not his fault the man refuses to wear shirts that fit. Solomon can get anyone he wants, so why would he ever want someone with as little to offer? 

Edward watches Solomon’s chest rise and fall gently. His mind wanders, thinking about what it’d be like to wake up next to him. Would Solomon’s hair be a rat’s nest in the morning? Would he snore? Is he a light sleeper, or a heavy one? Does he talk in his sleep? Does he sleep late, or would he prefer to wake up early? Edward snaps out of it, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. 

Glancing at his watch, Edward stands and stretches, gathering his things into his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. Pushing in his chair, Edward quietly stands beside Solomon, gently shaking him awake. “Wake up, Mr. Tozer. Time to go.”

Solomon smirks, his eyes still closed. “It’s ‘Mr. Tozer’ now, is it? Thought we’d’ve dropped the formalities by now, Mr. Little. ” His hands rest folded across his stomach. “Why don’t you call me Solomon, hm? You can do that, can’t you?” 

Edward pauses, gnawing on his bottom lip. “ Solomon. It’s time to go.” 

He opens his eyes, his smirk still resting happily across his face. “There you go. You wanna go get dinner?” Tozer stands without pushing his chair in, adjusting his shorts, which had ridden up on him in his sleep. 

“I’d like that very much,” Edward replies, walking out of his classroom with him,  shutting the light, and pulling the door closed behind them, “It’s your turn to choose, Solomon,” he says, his voice still hesitant, as if Tozer would yell at him for using his first name, regardless that he asked him to. 

Tozer walks with his hands in his jacket pockets. “Do you feel like Mexican food? I’d kill for a burrito right now.”

“Sure; you know I’m always up for fajitas.” Edward offers him a sweet smile, his eyes crinkling endearingly. “Walk?” 

Tozer nods, holding out his hand. Edward looks at him with a confused expression, almost hiding the red dusting of blush across his cheeks. He stops in his tracks for a moment before taking Solomon’s hand, and lacing their fingers together. Solomon smiles at him, his eyes shining. “You know, I was offering to hold your bag for you.” 

He flushes a bright red, stuttering. “Oh, uhm—”

“It’s okay,” Solomon chuckles, “I prefer this.” He squeezes Edward’s hand, which Edward reciprocates. 

Dinner went by faster than Edward could snap his fingers. They had been seated in a deep booth in their own corner of the restaurant. They shared a bowl of chips and salsa—meaning Solomon ate most of it. Their food came quickly and Ned ate to the sound of Solomon talking about his day, gesturing wildly with his hands, burrito sauce on the corner of his mouth. Ned sat and listened with a happy smile, folding up his fajitas so nothing spilled. 

The walk home—no, to Edward’s flat—was a pleasant one, even if it was a chilly night in February. Edward doesn’t feel it, but Solomon mentions his pinkened face, which only makes it pinker. Tozer lets himself into Edward’s flat, fishing the key out from his pocket, finding it beside his own flat key on his keyring. They’re instantly greeted by Marshmallow, a sweet Siamese junior cat—or Miss Marsha, as Tozer likes to call her—meowing insistently at the doorstep. 

The front door opens directly into the living room, the foyer essentially nonexistent. The living room is cozy, the walls painted a dark green color. Dark hardwood floors run throughout the flat, providing a connecting string throughout the home. The couch is a lighter shade of green than the walls, but as far as green goes, it’s still rather dark, paired with a leather ottoman shaped like a turtle. A TV sits on top of a dark wood-stained entertainment center, surrounded by trinkets, just like the bookshelves on either side of it. Edward has fancy throw pillows embroidered with forest scenes he bought at a craft fair with Tozer one weekend sitting on either side of the couch and a crocheted blanket thrown over the back. There’s a side table beside the sofa with crocheted sun and moon coasters and a record player, with vinyl still sitting under the needle from this morning. Aesthetically pleasing cat trees against the wall and hanging baskets on the windowsill ensure Marshmallow is happy, with the added bonus of giving Toulouse new things to do when he visits with Solomon. 

“Hi, Miss Marsha! Awww, did you miss us, baby?” Solomon coos, dropping his things on the nearest table so he can open his arms for Marshmallow to jump into. “Oh, I know, it’s so terrible being left alone all day.” 

Edward grins and shakes his head, chuckling. “Fuzzy little traitor.”

“Oh, don’t be mad at her, Neddy, can’t fault her for adoring me. Like daughter, like father.”

He raises an eyebrow at Tozer, toeing off his dress shoes, and placing them in the wooden shoe rack beside the entrance. “You think I adore you, Solomon?”

Tozer smirks, turning his head to look at him. Marshmallow gives Edward the same expression. “Of course.” 

“Now what gives you that impression?”

Tozer motions next to the bookshelf filled with tchotchkes, pointing to multiple framed photos of the two of them hanging beside it on the wall. There are photos of them from Halloween, Christmas, and other days between then and now. Some of them are with Marshmallow and Solomon’s orange idiot, Toulouse, looking like a proper family you’d see on TV. 

Edward huffs, clearly proven incorrect. “Okay, you got me there.” 

Marshmallow hops out of Solomon’s arms, meowing happily as she trots into the kitchen, demanding to be fed. Edward follows behind her obediently, eager to get away from Tozer’s piercing eyes. He feels like Tozer is looking directly through his clothes and into his soul, so he busies himself with attending to Miss Marsha to distract himself from it. 

Edward’s kitchen is small, but not cramped. Old, light-stained wooden cabinets paired well with the dark countertops. Light green gingham wallpaper frames the window above the sink and below the cupboards instead of a traditional backsplash. The wood around the window is painted a darker shade of green, to match the dark color of the walls in the living room and hallways. There’s a small wooden table in the corner stained darker than the cabinets, complete with matching chairs. Same with everything in his flat, Edward keeps his table tidy, save for the table runner and place settings. His counters are slightly messier than he’d like, but with limited storage, things have made themselves at home on his counter. Part of that is due to Solomon’s habit of dropping things where he is and leaving them there, but Edward is endeared by it, so he doesn’t mind as much as he would if it were someone else. He likes the evidence of Solomon in his home, even if Solomon isn’t physically there. 

Behind him, Solomon places his shoes next to Edward’s and hangs his jacket up on the coat rack. He turns the TV on, flipping through different channels before turning it off again in favor of the VHS player instead. “What movie d’you wanna watch?” he calls out, rummaging through the various discs and tape cases. 

“Uhh, something funny, please!” Edward calls back as he washes his hands. “Do you want anything to snack on?” From the kitchen, he walks down the hallway to his bedroom, quickly shedding his work clothes for a comfy pajama set. He picks the set he knows Solomon likes, a light baby blue shirt, and matching fuzzy pants with Snoopy on them. He pulls another set out of his dresser for Solomon, a pink shirt with fuzzy red flannel pants.

“No, I’m good! Still full from dinner. You good with The Princess Bride? Or would you rather watch Stardust?”

Edward hums, returning to the living room with Marshmallow on his shoulder like a bird, tossing the pajamas at him. “We just saw The Princess Bride, didn’t we?” Tozer easily catches the clothes and strips right there in Edward’s living room without care if Edward sees him or not. He leaves his work clothes in a pile in the corner to be dealt with later. Tozer has flipped the lights off, leaving only a warm-toned lamp in the corner of the room on, the stained glass shade casting soft light on the walls. The fairy lights on the bookshelves twinkle prettily in the dark. 

Tozer returns the Princess Bride’s VHS case to the shelf it came from and opens Stardust, pushing it into the player. He reaches out to pet Miss Marsha as she passes, and she meows, purring appreciatively. “Stardust it is, then.” Solomon shamelessly looks Edward up and down. He looks like the definition of comfort, soft pajamas, a cat on his shoulders, soft brown eyes with hair to match. “You look adorable, Neddy,” he coos, a sweet smile on his very obviously lovesick face. 

“Oh… thank you,” Edward blushes furiously, but luckily the low lighting obscures it from view. Edward sits on the right side of the couch—his spot—and Solomon returns to sit beside him, his arms sliding around Edward’s shoulders, pulling him in close. Edward lets himself be pulled into Solomon’s warm embrace, not giving a second thought to how his head naturally went to rest on Solomon’s shoulder. Miss Marsha makes herself at home on the indent on the top of the back cushions, curling up into a cute donut shape, her tail just beneath her nose. The opening credits of the movie start, and Miss Marsha is purring away happily behind them, sending soothing vibrations throughout the couch. 

Not even half an hour into the movie, Edward is fighting to keep his eyes open. If Solomon took notice, he didn’t make it known. Determined to try and finish the movie, Edward makes it about halfway before he falls asleep, drooling on Solomon’s shoulder. 

Tozer pauses the tape and turns off the television. Smiling, Solomon slides down on the couch a smidge, allowing Edward to sink into the warmth of his chest. His hair is ruffled, the dark locks messy, the sight pulling at Solomon’s heartstrings. Gently holding Edward still, Solomon brings his legs up and lays down behind him, his left arm beneath Edward’s head and his right draping over his thin waist, pulling his hips flush with his. Solomon’s hand sneaks under Edward’s shirt, half his fingers under his shirt, and half beneath the waistband of his pajamas. Solomon shoves his face in the crook of Edward’s neck and breathes in deeply, his nose filling with the sweet scent of Edward’s cologne. Their legs tangle together, Solomon’s sockless foot worming its way up Edward’s pant leg. 

The sun has set long ago, meaning it’s well past both their bedtimes. Marshmallow repositions herself in the crook of Tozer’s leg behind his knee, sighing loudly as she makes herself comfortable. Solomon keeps Edward flush to his chest, feeling his chest steadily rise and fall beneath his palm. Gently, he places a soft kiss on Edward’s cheek, just above his mutton chops. Then another one, when Solomon’s sure he won’t wake up, he presses another kiss into his cheek. Settling back down behind him, Tozer breathes him in deeply again, closing his eyes and surrounding himself in the comfort Edward exudes, even in slumber.

[ivelle-serenity]

Skateboard 8

Wind breaker

fem bodied reader | smut | action | pwp | jayjo/fml | vinny/fml | wooin/fml | joker/fml | hyuk/fml | owen/fml | enemies to lovers | angsty | the other woman (?) | reverse harem | fluff | SLOW BURN! | all characters featured are 18+

✧˖° — windbreaker men

✧˖° — mdni, smut, description of not safe for work content.

✧˖° — this is a story not one shot.

"What does he want from you, Demitra?" Minu asked, turning the attention to me. Panic flooded through me as I looked at Jay, who was waiting for my answer.

"I-I don't know," I stammered. The truth is, I have no idea what Vinny is up to. Why does he want to help me? Isn't he mad at me? I bit my lip, feeling the weight of my words. "But I can say that he's not threatening. Maybe he just wants to mess around with you guys."

"Yeah, he better be bluffing," Jay said, crossing his arms. This time, I won't let it slide if he does something again." Everyone looked surprised by Jay's seriousness.

"He's still our friend, Jay..." Minu started, but Dom cut him off.

"That's not how friends should act," Dom said with frustration. "He has no right to scare people or damage things that don't belong to him."

I stayed quiet, unsure of what to think. I knew I shouldn't get involved in their problems. I wasn't there when their friendship fell apart. I wasn't around for their conflicts. In short, I had no right to speak up. All I could do was talk to Vinny later and ask him to leave me alone.

"Demitra," Dom called out, not looking at me. He was staring at the floor. "Call us if he bothers you again. We won't let anyone harm you. You're part of our group now."

I was stunned by his words and looked at everyone in disbelief. Jay's intense gaze made me wonder if they truly considered me one of them now. Does this mean they're my friends now? But deep down, I knew Vinny wouldn't hurt me. Wooin wouldn't allow that to happen.

And why do you think that, Demitra? Just because you sense that the leader of Sabbath likes you? Gosh, this whole situation is just too much to handle.

"I understand, thank you," I said softly. Mia touched my hand, a smile gracing her face.

"If it weren't for you, this crew wouldn't be improving as much. You're a genius, and thank you for helping us, Demitra."

After she said that, I remembered the times when I taught Jay and Dom about biking. Even this morning during our class, Dom asked for advice on how to increase his speed, and I helped him with all my knowledge in sprinting. It was only now that I realized because of them, I returned to biking, but for a good reason this time.

After our P.E. class, I couldn't shake off what had happened from my mind. I let out a heavy sigh before running my fingers through my hair. I glanced to the side and saw the student council president staring at me, blushing. Some of our classmates were with him. I just rolled my eyes.

I knew they were the reason why my locker was filled with letters and flowers. I didn't expect to attract so much attention here in Korea. I thought I would have a quiet life as a student, but I was completely wrong.

I was startled when my phone rang. I wasn't surprised when I found out who had messaged me.

Wooin: Joker will pick you up there. So be ready.

I let out a sigh and hid my phone. I was surprised when a thick book was placed on my desk. When I looked up, I saw Jay with a serious expression. He adjusted his glasses.

"What is this?" I raised my eyebrow.

"A book," he answered simply.

Irritation crossed my face. "Stop with the sarcasm. What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Do you think my tutoring is finished? You're not even halfway there yet," he leaned against the wall.

I chuckled. "Aren't you supposed to be thinking about the race for tomorrow? Why are you thinking about helping me with my Korean again?" I shook my head.

"My mom isn't home. We can study there," he suddenly suggested. I was surprised by his sudden invitation. I looked at him in surprise, but his face remained serious.

"Maybe next time, Jay—"

“Why?” he quickly asked. “Do you have somewhere to go?”

My heart raced. I could feel the heat rising to the back of my neck. Why is he doing this? Damn it. I should be staying away from you, dumbass! You're just making this situation much worse than I expected.

"Yes," I replied. I smirked. "Don't worry, I'll study hard at home, Sir Jay." I teased, but it didn't change his expression at all. So cold.

As I made my way down the stairs and stepped outside, I immediately noticed Joker’s sleek motorcycle parked nearby. He was leaning against it, arms crossed, with his usual blank expression. This guy is always so hard to read. Maybe he's annoyed that he has to pick me up.

"Wow, I didn't expect you to be the one Wooin sent. I thought it would be Vinny," I joked as he handed me a helmet. It was my first time riding a motorcycle, and I fumbled with the helmet, not sure how to put it on properly.

"Disappointed?" he asked, moving closer to help adjust the helmet on my head. I felt a blush rising to my cheeks.

"Nah, maybe he'd crash his bike if he picked me up. That guy hates me," I joked again, trying to lighten the mood. Joker’s gaze briefly flicked to my lips before he looked away. He then climbed onto his motorcycle and gestured for me to get on behind him.

"Well, I'm the one here. Come on," he said as he started the engine.

I climbed onto Joker's motorcycle, feeling uncertain about where to put my hands. What if I fell off? Panic started to set in as I bit my bottom lip.

"You can hold on there," he said suddenly, pointing to a spot behind him. I felt a bit of relief. "Or you can hold onto my waist if you're really scared."

Why would I do that? My cheeks began to heat up.

"No thanks. I'm fine--FUCK!"

I wasn't sure if Joker did it on purpose, but he sped off so quickly that I had no choice but to grab onto his waist. The motorcycle zoomed ahead at an alarming speed, and I kept my eyes shut the entire ride. I was too terrified to let go until we finally stopped.

"Are you trying to kill me?!" I snapped, shoving the helmet at him angrily. He just tilted his head, giving me a deadpan glare.

Does he really have the right to look annoyed? I should be the one glaring!

We entered the club, and Joker walked ahead, leaving me to follow him. The place was a madhouse, with people dancing, drinking, and shouting. The music was deafening.

A drunk guy bumped into me, nearly knocking me over. Thankfully, Joker caught my elbow, preventing me from falling.

"What the fuck?--Joker!" The guy started to get angry but quickly recognized Joker. Joker stepped closer, his gaze icy.

"You got something to say?" Joker threatened. The guy quickly shook his head, raising his hands as if surrendering. "Get lost," Joker growled, shoving the guy in the chest, making him stumble back.

I shook my head and walked ahead, knowing we were heading to the VIP room to meet Wooin.

As I stepped into the VIP room, my eyes widened at the scene unfolding before me. There was a pole in the center, and dancers - or more accurately, strippers - were performing for Hyuk. I looked around, hoping to spot Vinny, but he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, I saw Wooin sitting back, casually drinking while a woman with long black hair grinding on his lap. She was barely dressed, and I could see him touching her ass as he took a sip of his drink.

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and I was about to turn and leave when Joker blocked my path.

"Why did you bring me here, you idiot?" I muttered, feeling irritated and uncomfortable.

"Let me out of here..."

"Is that Demitra?" I heard Wooin's voice, causing me to squint in disbelief.

I put on a fake smile and tried to play it cool. "I see you're all busy. What a great timing huh?"

Hyuk, who was lounging on the sofa, turned his head towards me. "You're pretty quick."

"Your friend seems to have plans to kill me with how fast he drive," I said sarcastically.

"Leave, everyone," Wooin suddenly announced, causing the dancers to stop and the woman on his lap to pause.

"But you said..." annoyance dripped from the woman's voice.

"I'll just come back next time. I'm leaving," I said, but Joker was leaning against the door with his arms crossed.

"Stay here, Princess. We have a lot to talk about," Wooin smirked.

"Do you really need me to win your race? From what I've seen, you guys are already pretty skilled," I remarked, crossing my arms as I watched the girls gather their things and leave the room.

I heard Hyuk scoff. "So, who's gonna tell her?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Demitra..." Wooin got up, came over to me, and adjusted his glasses. "You're not here to share your bike knowledge, Princess. You've got your own skills, so why share them with us? We have our own."

My heart skipped a beat at his words. I widened my eyes and pondered his statement. If that's the case, then why did they bring me here?

"Then why did Vinny say you needed me..." I started to question.

Hyuk clicked his tongue while lounging on the sofa. "He just said that to get you here."

My mind was reeling from what I had just learned. What on earth is happening?

Why do I feel like they're not telling the truth? Why does it seem like Vinny was being honest, but he just didn't know this was the plan all along, especially from their leader? My breathing quickens as I stare at the guy in front of me. Joker doesn't want to let me out. Hyuk seems to want this too. What do they want from me? I don't want to think that they all have feelings for me. I'm not that kind of person who thinks the world revolves around her. But their actions suggest otherwise.

Wooin chuckled. "You see, Demitra, you're our secret weapon. Even though we have skilled people like Vinny in our crew, having someone like you makes a real difference to our team."

"You're joking..." I burst out. "A weapon? Are you insane? Didn't I tell you I don't want to be exposed to that biking stuff anymore?" I was starting to get angry. I saw Hyuk shift in his seat. I could feel Joker moving behind me. Wooin's expression changed.

"You don't want to be exposed, you say? Then why are you letting Hummingbird use you?"

Hyuk's words sent a chill through my entire body. He stood up from the sofa and walked towards us. There's no way he knows that. I felt my face pale, so I averted my gaze.

"I- don't know what you're saying..."

He rolled his eyes.

"We know you've been training with Hummingbird," Joker suddenly spoke up from behind me. I turned to him in shock. "We also know they're using you as a replacement for their female rider, Shelly, who's currently in England," he said coldly.