#and she literally gasped so loud and immediately said IT’S GOING TO LOOK SOOO GOOD!!

[gravehags]

looking at inspiration pics for getting my hair colored next week and eeeeeeeeee

i’m excited!!!! and very very nervous!!! but mostly excited!!

[marvelouspeterparker]

peter whispering in readers ear and realizing it makes her 💦 bc of his spidey senses and then using that to his advantage for like a whole day till reader is totally wrapped around his finger/willing to do anything to do anything bc she wants peter sooo bad and then some dom!peter action🤩🤩

 both reader and peter are 18+ in here !! 

this is lowkey filthy btw––and dedicated to @peterspideysstuff because she fueled my peter needs yesterday

it all started before first period when you were getting your things from your locker. peter snuck up behind you and slid his hands around your waist. you could feel his body heat as he pressed up behind you innocently, leaning his head over your shoulder to press a kiss on your cheek and greet you good morning. 

“hi princess.” you jumped slightly and straightened up, not because you were scared, but because of how silky his voice sounded in the morning. and fuck––that nickname. it’s like he was doing it on purpose. but no, he was just being your sweet, caring boyfriend. 

“h––hi pete.” you sighed, leaning into his embrace and he swayed side to side with you a couple times, his arms enveloping you tightly. 

“y’look so pretty today baby.” 

then in chemistry second period when peter leaned over to ask you if you were still coming over to his place after school. he set a hand on your thigh to get your attention, and the way his soft fingertips dug into your skin sent tingles all through your body. you were too stunned to even react properly. your legs immediately shut, trapping his hand between them and you heard him laugh quietly before whispering in your ear, his soft breath cascading down the side of your neck. he slid his hand down further and gripped your thigh tighter. 

“you still coming over later? may won’t be home.” 

you turned to look at him, but instead of being met with a smirk, you saw a soft smile on his face––huh, maybe he really didn’t know what he was doing to you.

“uh yeah, yeah of course,” you managed a smile and peter’s stretched out even more. 

“great!” he turned back to his work and after a few moments you felt his breath hit your ear again and you gasped. “you gonna give me my hand back any time soon, darling?”

your brows furrowed in confusion but a quick squeeze of your thigh reminded you that his hand was still trapped between your legs. “o––oh!” you opened your legs and he slid his hand off slowly, keeping contact with your skin until the last point possible. “sorry,” you mumbled, looking back at your work.

peter scanned your body, your composure, you were tense, your thighs shut tightly together––he could also smell you thanks to his heightened senses. there was no doubt about it––you were more than turned on. he kissed your cheek, enjoying the way your eyes widened slightly, “you’re so cute.”

you shrunk down in your seat and hid your face in your palm, resting your elbow on the table to try and calm down and focus on your work and peter couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.

luckily for him, but unluckily for you, you both had all your classes together today, which meant peter was using this to his advantage––and yours too eventually.

he spent every moment he could, leaving lingering hands on you when no one was looking, kissing your cheek, whispering in your ear––things he very well could have said out loud at full volume just to rile you up. he could tell you were getting wetter and needier, and more submissive. 

when lunch came around, you were stuck to him like glue, trays side by side on the lunch table. your legs were intertwined with his, one leg crossed over his thigh as you ran the toe of your shoe up and down his calf. he had to straighten up and clear his throat a few times to calm himself down. 

everyone couldn’t help but notice how affectionate you were being––and they couldn’t not. the most pda you and peter would ever engage in was him kissing your knuckles, or kissing each others cheeks. this was new territory. 

no one was going to say anything of course, it was sort of an unspoken agreement. but of course flash had to break said agreement.

“you might as well sit in his lap, you know.” he was joking, of course. but it still took you by surprise. 

you looked up at flash with slightly wide eyes then up at peter. you were met with a cheeky smirk and him patting his thigh invitingly. 

you shrugged and maneuvered your way into his lap, lounging your legs sideways as you sat on his thigh and hid your face in his neck, leaving small kisses on his skin. peter rubbed your back gently and you practically purred, curling further into him. he made sure to glare at flash, daring him to say something else––he backed off immediately. 

peter left a small kiss on your cheek but before he pulled away he whispered “such a cute little thing you are.” you couldn’t help but whimper into his neck and you felt him smile as he went back to his conversation with ned. 

by the end of the day you were looking up at peter like a puppy, awaiting instructions, a small pout on your face. 

after class peter met you at your locker, “you ready to go babe?” 

you turned around immediately and wrapped your hands around his arm, “yup!” you were more than ecstatic to finally go home and peter found it adorable. 

he kissed your forehead and walked out with you, “alright sweetheart, let’s go home.” 

this all leads us to this very moment now. peter’s hand around your throat as he presses you into the door. that’s right, you hadn’t even made it fully into the apartment before breaking down and begging. “please peter––”

“all this cause i whispered some words into those pretty little ears of yours?” he brought hand up and you expected him to rest in on your cheek as he usually does, and you closed your eyes, ready to lean into his touch. but this time you felt his finger lightly trace around your ear from the top to the lobe and you shivered involuntarily, your eyes blowing open, making him smirk down at you. 

you looked up at him, eyes wide and glassy from how needy you were, “please pete. need you.”

he laughed, but this wasn’t his usual sweet laugh––this one was more menacing, almost. “i know sweetheart,” he leaned in to whisper in you ear once again, “could smell you dripping in your panties all day.” 

you gasped and dragged your gaze elsewhere but peter wasn’t having that. “no need to be shy, princess. we both know you’re just a needy little slut for me––”

you let out an involuntary moan, too turned on to be embarrassed anymore and he grabbed your waist and lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around him instinctively. 

he walked you into the bedroom and kicked the door closed before throwing you on the bed. you bounced up from the force of his throw and looked up at him in shock, your mouth slightly dropped open. 

he quickly shrugged off his shirt and threw it aside, and you regained your composure and did the same. when the two of you were completely naked, he crawled over to you on the bed so he was hovering over your. his lips grazed yours for a few seconds, teasing you, making you yearn for more. when your hands came up to hold his face, he grabbed them and pinned them above your head and you couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped you.  

“so needy,” he whispered in your ear, trailing kisses down your neck and up the other side, “so obedient”, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss and pulled away to look you in the eyes, “so desperate for me, aren’t you?” 

you looked up at him, doe eyed, nodding along after almost every word that came out of his mouth. he licked his lips as he looked down at you. 

he grabbed both of your hands in one of his, still pinning them down and trailed his free one down your body, fingertips grazing your breast and your nipple before sliding down your stomach and stopping right before your center. 

“know you’re wet since i could smell you all day, but god baby, now that there’s nothing in the way...” he bit your collarbone before meeting your eyes again, “you smell absolutely delicious.” your back arched into him and he bit his lip at the feeling of your hard nipples and soft breasts pressing against his skin. but he was quick to pin you down again with his free hand. 

“gonna let me have my treat now?” now it was his turn to look at you with puppy dog eyes and the reality of it all was so ironic and so filthy. he was such a tease. he smirked, “i think i deserve a taste after being teased with it all day.” he leaned down and traced your jawline with his nose, nestling into your skin ever so softly, “wasn’t very nice of you––” he kissed your neck. “you were practically waving it around in my face. could smell you before i even saw you.” 

you whined in response and he chuckled softly. he let go of your hands and made his way between your legs. his fingers were grazing your skin as he slid down the bed and the feeling was only making you more antsy.

“spread em wide for me babygirl, that’s it.” he put your legs over his shoulders and wrapped his arms around your thighs before winking and quite literally diving into his meal. though he was giving you what you wanted, what you needed––it felt like he had no mercy whatsoever. it just felt too good.

you let out a sigh of relief and your hands came down to pull at his curls as tears pooled in your eyes, “f––fuck peter!”

he groaned and only started going faster, shaking his head as he locked you in place, forcing you to endure the pleasure. he really was restraining himself all day, he wanted nothing more than to sit you down on the table and bury his face between your thighs during chemistry, or during lunch, really any time he saw you––which was all day.

you interrupted his filthy train of thought when your thighs tightened around his head. “m’gonna cum baby––” it was more of a warning than a statement. peter hadn’t explicitly given you permission to cum, so his response? sitting up on his knees and practically folding you in half to devour you even more, intertwining his fingers on top of your waist to properly lock you into place. 

you screamed, hands gripping for your dear life at his hair, his arms, anywhere you could reach. your whole body felt like it was vibrating––and it took you a second to realize it was because it actually was. your legs were shaking and you could feel peter grinning between your thighs, tongue still working its way between your folds, quickly gliding over your clit. 

“shit oh my god––” your whole body was as tense as a bowstring, your eyes shut in ecstasy and peter did not stop until you had cum a second time in a row. 

he set your legs down and kissed your thigh before getting into place, “i’d clean you up,” he looked up from your pussy, “but i’m just about to make another mess down there, so there’s really no point.”

before you could even respond, he slid into you, bottoming out immediately. “oh fuck!––” 

he smiled and kissed your forehead, “tell me when i can move, princess.”

you wrapped your hands around his neck and gave him a quick peck before looking up at him. “you can fuck me hard, pete. want you to take me however you want.” 

he cursed quietly to himself before sitting up on his knees once more, grabbing your waist and thrusting into you hard. “god you feel so good.” soon, his hips were plowing into yours, his fingertips digging into your skin, bound to leave leave bruises. “such a good girl aren’t you, my good girl––”

his skin was slapping against yours, your body was jolting with every hit, “so tight, princess. so wet for me––” 

your hands reached down and grabbed his as best you could while he was holding you, “you gonna cum baby?” 

he nodded, grunting loudly, “fuck yeah i’m gonna cum inside this wet pussy. you gonna cum with me? can feel you clenching around me, shit––”

you nodded your head, your moans getting higher in pitch and when you clenched around him one last time, he let out a loud groan, his pace faltering and getting more sloppy as he released inside of you. 

the both of you let out content sighs, your bodies deflating like balloons as you lied down facing each other, still connected to one another. peter thrusted into you slowly a few more times, enjoying the small whines you let out. 

he pulled out of you and wrapped his arms around you, sighing, “i gotta whisper to you more often,” one of his hands slipped down to play with your wetness again as if to emphasize his point, “damn––”

[trashytummiez]

hunger fic where yuu listens to idia's tummy and then she feeds him and listens to his tummy again when its full?

*GOOOOOUUUUUURRMBLE!*

Poor Idia grimaced uncomfortably when his tummy gave an incredibly loud growl. The dorm leader was so fixated on his gaming session that he forgot to eat and now his tummy was going to remind him whether he liked it or not.

"Nnnngh sooo hungry," whined the fiery haired teenager. He wrapped his arms around his stomach while it kept grumbling away noisily.

"Wow I thought that was a bear," Yuu's voice called out.

The startled Idia yelped like a frightened puppy not expecting his girlfriend to already be in his dormroom. "Wh-When did you get in?"

"Just now. You probably didn't hear me come in over the sound of your stomach," Yuu teased.

Idia whimpered and cringed at the same time when his tummy gave another uproarious grumble. Yuu sat the anxious boy down onto his couch and gently put her hand on his flat rumbling tummy. Idia covered his eyes with his oversized hoodie sleeves whimpering some more. Yuu just giggled and gave his tummy a few teasing pats.

"I ordered takeout for us...mostly you so that should solve this," Yuu said.

Idia's stomach sounded like it was snarling at her for not doing that sooner.

Curious she leaned her head down and put her ear against his stomach. Idia looked down at his girlfriend and tapped his index fingers timidly. "...C-Can't you hear my tummy clear enough with how noisy it is...?"

"You know me," Yuu said like that was all the explanation she needed.

Technically it was. Yuu's fetishes were not unknown to Idia in the least. It was one of the biggest open secrets on campus in fact. Others were far more keen to tease Yuu's fetish but Idia was way too shy to try a lot of the times.

Fortunately he still managed whether he tried to or not.

Yuu continued listening to Idia's stomach grumbling away. It bubbled sharply like liquids being sucked away from the very depths of his stomach.

To help calm Idia's stomach down Yuu slid her hand under his big blue hoodie and started rubbing his bare tummy. Idia whined nervously when he felt her lithe little hand delicately stroking his soft pale flesh. He hated to admit how much he loved her touch but was also so unused to physical contact that it still made him incredibly nervous.

Her fingers gently rode up Idia's flat smooth stomach running circles across it and occasionally kneading into his delicate flesh. He bit his blue lips with his fangs both out of nervousness and pleasure. Especially when Yuu started to run her fingers across his belly button.

It also helped to ease the roaring from Idia's tummy too. His organ was still growling but much softer the more Yuu rubbed it.

What helped even more was the fast food Yuu ordered finally arriving. She got Idia an abundance of his favorite burgers and beverages. The timid and anxious boy quickly tore through his meal more voraciously than he cared to admit. Idia was incredibly hungry after all. Too hungry to be embarrassed by his far less than civil eating.

Yuu loved every second of it. She loved watching Idia's fangs tear through each burger and the sizable lumps that would squeeze down his pale slender throat. And the way he washed it all down by grabbing one of the two liter bottles she got him by bringing it up to his blue lips and sucking that beverage down made Yuu weak in the knees. She watched his Adam's Apple bob in and out while his throat rippled from gulping his soda down so fast and in such high quantity.

Not to mention how unbelievably gassy all that soda was making him combined with so much fast food festering in his increasingly swollen tummy. The more food Idia chomped down and the more soda he guzzled the bigger and rounder his tummy became. That bump beneath Idia's large hoodie stretched out against it more and more injunction with Idia's gluttony.

By the time idia was finished stuffing himself his belly was as big as a beachball. His hoodie actually rode up a little because he was too bloated to conceal it even with how large his hoodie was.

Idia moaned and slumped back against the couch with both hands rubbing his big round tummy. Yuu could hear everything in Idia's belly slosh from his movement.

"Faaaaaah...unnnngh I'm so fuuuull..." Idia moaned while his hands groggily rubbed over the round mass gurgling from his stretched out middle.

"Wow you were really hungry weren't you," Yuu marveled at the sight of Idia's big noisy belly.

Idia gave a really rich closed mouth burp that made him squint and stained both his and Yuu's cheeks with a blush. Just for very different reasons. Idia panted after and patted his belly while he blew the gas out of his mouth. "Ungh I guess my tummy was emptier than I thought..." Idia said with a soft hiccup.

Yuu leaned him back a little more and lifted the bottom of his hoodie and shirt up like she were lifting a curtain to reveal that big beautifully round tummy of his. Idia blushed immensely when yuu started fumbling with his pants. He whimpered and looked away humming some anime theme song to himself until Yuu undid his pants. His incredibly bloated tummy spilled forth with a heavy slosh to fill up the space and brought Idia such immediate relief he moaned heavenly.

"Oooooohhhh...ohhh that's so much better..." Idia moaned.

"I know," Yuu said and gave Idia's sizable tummy a teasing pat which made it wobble and caused the boy to hiccup again.

Yuu was too infatuated not to immediately start rubbing Idia's belly when she was close enough. She rubbed that heavily glutted tummy slowly and sensually. Her fingers kneaded across that thick yet smooth and oh so soft flesh sinking into it while she worked to settle the boys incredibly full belly.

She cupped into the sides of his ball-shaped tummy and used her thumbs to gently stroke that portion of flesh between Idia's stretched out belly and his hips. He was far too bashful and timid to admit how much he adored that feeling of Yuu's hands all over his stomach but he didn't need to. Not when Yuu probably loved fondling and rubbing his belly every bit as much as Idia loved being on the receiving end. Especially the way her palm ran over his belly button. Even as shy and anxious as Idia was that never failed to make the boy groan delightfully. Which was part of why Yuu always did it.

His big round tummy burbled heavily while his strong digestive system worked to break down such a remarkably heavy meal. It caused Idia's stomach to gurgle and churn very noisily almost like one of their potion classes they had together if one counted Idia's form of remote learning. And because he was already digesting so much of what he ate Idia's stomach had a soft jiggly quality to it.

This was something Yuu always loved about Idia's belly after a heavy binge. She cupped his immensely thick lower stomach and lifted it up. Idia's blush was intense when he saw the sheer infatuation and lust in Yuu's eyes when she scooped up his belly like that. She eagerly gave his belly a light jiggle which made everything digesting inside of him slosh even more heavily. Idia winced when all that sloshing started stirring the gas in his belly up his gullet. He held a fist against his dark blue lips and barely held back a considerable burp that rumbled heavily in his cheeks. Idia blushed and gave another longer closed mouth burp right after that.

The way the gas rumbled so hard in Idia's mouth always turned Yuu on especially with the strain on his face when he struggled to hold back. But she also really wanted to hear Idia let a good burp out so she teasingly released Idia's belly and let it basically flop down onto his lap with an intense slosh and jiggle. The thick sound of Idia's tummy basically slapping against his thighs was so satisfying to Yuu's ears.

But not nearly as satisfying as the thick burble that gurgled up Idia's throat. He winced and tried to hold it back with his hand clamped around his lips but there was just too much pressure to hold back. So Idia ended up letting out a loud throaty burp that pushed out of him heavily for a few seconds.

BBRRRAAAAAAAAAHHRRUUURRRUUUUUUUHHHPP!!!!

Yet again both Idia and Yuu were blushing heavily and yet again it was for completely different reasons.

"There you go just let it out," Yuu said and gave the side of Idia's belly a few especially hearty pats to make it slosh and jiggle with each pat and hopefully coax another one out.

And it did since her patting caused another hearty burp to roll out of Idia's mouth.

The boy huffed and covered his mouth in time to suppress another air bubble that was worming its way up his throat after that burp.

"...You enjoy this way too much," Idia whined softly.

"Guilty as charged," Yuu admitted shamelessly and drove her point home by really squeezing down on Idia's belly which forced a huge burp out of Idia's mouth that was bigger and longer than any others before it.

BBWWRRAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUURRRRRRRHHHAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRLLPPP!!!!!!!!!!!

It was such a massive burp that Idia was left out of breath when it finished. He slumped back and panted so heavily his rounded tummy rose and fell with each breath he gave.

"Fffrraaahh...ooohhhh...ungh that...that felt good..." he gasped out with his tongue out a little.

"Sounded even better," Yuu said and gave Idia's tummy another teasing pat. Idia hiccuped again and huffed after. There was clearly still more gas left in there but she'd hold off on pushing the rest out after the boy had some time to catch his breath.

Then Idia's tummy gave a thick groan.

*GllluuOOOOOoorrrrble!!!*

It sounded richer than the drier and more painful sounding rumbles it was giving before Idia ate.

Yuu rested her head against Idia's big belly with a fleshy bloated pillow. The added pressure against his stomach made Idia burp again but he was far too winded by that last record breaking eruption he gave to bother holding it in. Yuu's ear rested gently against Idia's round churning tummy nuzzling her cheek into his soft delicate flesh which made Idia giggle lightly from how ticklish his tummy was.

She just listened to it churn and burble deeply while his meal continued to be worked down.

"Mmmmm you're tummy sounds so happy right now," she observed with infatuation on her mind.

Despite his overstuffed state when Idia looked down and saw Yuu nestled up against his big tummy like that he couldn't help smile and drape an arm around his girlfriend. "With how much you fed it I'm not surprised," he said with another small giggle. Then he bit his lip again tentatively. "...Do you think you could keep rubbing my tummy a little bit more while you're down there?"

He could barely finish talking when Yuu got to work immediately stroking Idia's burbling tummy even more. Idia hummed happily and closed his eyes with an absolutely adorable smile on his face. Yuu caught a glimpse and felt her heart grow warmer at the sight.

It just reinforced what she always knew. Happiness was always just a full tummy away.

[mcyt-imagines]

TommyInnit Confession HCs

This is a combination of an imagine and some headcanons, this is a new way of writing for me so let me know if you enjoyed this format! 

- Tommy realising he loves the reader and how he’d confess to them - 

Tommy definitely would deny being interested in the reader in the beginning.

It would probably be a natural progression of feelings but tommy just wouldn’t realise it until WAY too late.

Like he just catches himself thinking about them when he’s just doing schoolwork and chores. And then he’s aware of just how much his mind wanders to them. Far too often in his humble opinion.

He lays hints about his crush when talking with Tubbo. He’s real defensive about it though. “You much of a ladies man Tubbo?” Trying to discretely get advice without actually asking for any. And Tubbo being Tubbo means he completely missed all the hints Tommy was dropping. (Not that Tommy’s hints were any good)

His stream for sure notices a change in his behavior, more scatterbrained showing visible signs of stress maybe a little more irritable too. Tubbo definitely notices the changes too and asks him about it. 

Tubbo would probably ask tommy on stream or in private something along the lines of. “What’s up Tommy, you’ve been kinda uh, distracted lately…”

Tommy for suuuuuure blushes and stutters out a response that even Tubbo doesn’t buy. (So instead he talks to Tubbo about it off stream, doesn’t mention his crushes name, but he keeps Tubbo in the loop. Tubbo finds the whole thing very funny because of how defensive Tommy gets in response, however he offers his support to Tommy, obviously. “Even though I have no experience with romance Tommy. I’ll do my best to be the best wingman ever!” With a salute to Tommy on his webcam. Tubbo quickly leaves the call saying he needs to do some ‘research’ (he puts the word in quotation marks with a wink)

Tommy would be a stubborn flustered MESS if stream ever figured out that he was crushing on someone.

And of course they find out because Tubbo slips up and mentions Tommy having a crush.

By that point he is absolutely CONSUMED by his thoughts about the reader as the more he tries to not think about them the more he wishes he was with them.

He also would 10000% be ignoring or avoiding his crush for as long as possible because he knows he wouldn’t be able to utter a single word to their face. His usual ‘big man’ façade would be in absolute shambles if he were around the reader during this time.

There would be a lot of internal and external swearing from Tommy when he finally realises and accepts that he likes you though.

However, this acceptance doesn’t make him any less stressed because now he needs to figure out whether he is even going to tell you!

But he knows he can’t keep living like this as he can’t keep avoiding his crush forever. And he knows the next time he sees you he knows his heart is going to literally burst out of his chest. And he won’t be able to stop himself. So, he devises a plan.

He gets a pep talk from Tubbo in which they help brainstorm his confession plan but he finds himself messaging Wilbur one late night after his stream. “Hey, can I get some advice?” Wilbur is shocked. “Tommyinnit asking ME for advice? Never thought I’d see the day.”

Wilbur teases him for a short while surely. But when Tommy finally puts his pride aside and tells Wilbur about his crush he sobers up quick and dishes out some solid advice and support for Tommy. “In exchange for my services I better be meeting this crush of yours Tommy.” “You got it big man.”

After speaking with Wilbur Tommy feels as if he can finally breathe for the first time in weeks since he first started to realise his feelings for the reader.

CONFESSION DAY!

Tommy sends the reader a text in the mid-morning asking if they wanted to hang out sometime later today. Also apologizing for how ‘busy’ he’s been the last few weeks using schoolwork or chores as his excuse.

He’s furiously texting Tubbo the WHOLE time he’s waiting for a reply from them. Tubbo pulls Tommy onto Minecraft to try and take his mind off the situation. Offline of course, Tommy would not be able to handle streaming right now.

Even Wilbur sends him a few messages to check in, jumping on discord to give his ear for Tommy to chew off. Which he most definitely does.

Eventually his phone dings and Tommy DIVES for it. “THEY SAID YES!” Both Wilbur and Tubbo groan from Tommy’s mic peaking with his screech.

Tommy waits for a few minutes before replying per Tubbo’s request. “I read it online! You don’t want to seem too into them.” He proclaims with false authority as Wilbur chuckles in the background of the call.

The rest of the afternoon blurs for Tommy as he stays on call with Wilbur and Tubbo as they do their best to distract his overactive mind.

However, as the clock ticks on he knows he needs to start getting ready or he’s going to be late.

Wilbur demands that he choose Tommy’s outfit. So for the next half hour Tommy proceeds to perform a free fashion show for the two, only for Phil to join for a short while to give his two cents before going back to his stream.

Eventually Wilbur settles on what he dubbed “-a classic Tommyinnit look-” one of his favourite red shirts paired with one of his nicer black jackets and the dark charcoal pants his mum had made him get a few months ago for a wedding. They are very uncomfortable.

Tommy heaves a sigh as he thanks Wilbur and Tubbo for sticking around with him today. They both send him away, “Good luck Tommy!” “Go get ‘em big man.”

Tommy had agreed to meet the reader at the park, he thought dinner would have been a bit much. Wilbur and Tubbo both agreed on that front. This park was right near the water, so it had a great view of the sunset. He was still pretty chuffed about that fact, his chat was sooo wrong, he could be romantic if he wanted to after all.

Of course, he was a little late. He repeatedly told his mum to speed. She refused of course. His mother of course had noticed exactly what this ‘hang out’ was and had quizzed him about his crush the night prior.

“Don’t leave the car mum.” Tommy was quick to warn her, he did not want her to be anywhere near them. She didn’t need any more dirt on him to embarrass him with. She could end his whole streaming career in an instant if she wanted. A truly terrifying thought.

Tommy was quick to move near the waterfront puffing slightly, nose a tinge pink with the oncoming chilly wind from the lake. “Hey Tommy.” Tommy would freeze instantly before quickly turning with a forced smile, a little too big for his face. “Hey!”

His crush would lead Tommy over to the nearby bench they had been sitting on before he arrived. And they would definitely sit closer to Tommy than he would have wanted.

Tommy would be so obvious. Stuttering over his words, a LOT of frantic hand movements whenever he’s speaking to them.

Mid-conversation his crush starts to laugh. “Tommy I think I’ve figure out why you have been ‘busy’ recently.” Tommy stills immediately, sweat dripping off of him in POOLS. “H-Huh!?” He makes a noise in the back of his throat that he has NEVER made before.

This seems to only make his crush laugh more, they turn fully to him and take one of his clammy hands. He quickly goes to yank it from their grip knowing how sweaty it is. But their grip is strong, and surprisingly calm in contrast to his shaking hands. He gulps simply staring at the spot where their hands are touching. “Tommy.” His gaze snaps up to their smiling face hiding slight worry. “Breathe.” And he finally does. His tense shoulders drop, and their hand leaves his. And suddenly he’s laughing harder than he ever has before realizing how ridiculous he’s being right now. And when he looks over, so is his crush.

The conversation from that point on flows naturally as the two finally begin to catch up after not seeing each other for a few weeks.

Tommy finally realises how comfortable they make him feel. He simply stares at them as they speak. Awed that it took him this damn long to figure out he liked them.

His crush stops talking, noticing him staring. He jumps out of his thoughts, “Hey Tommy, take a picture it’ll last longer.” And suddenly he’s sweating all over again as they laugh.

His crush is having the time of their life watching ‘big man’ Tommy squirm beside them. Trying his best to scrounge up the courage to say something, anything to them.

They open their mouth to speak when suddenly Tommy yells, “I LIKE YOU!”

Tommy isn’t even looking at them, he has his eyes squeezed shut and he thrusts his arm outwards holding something which promptly shoves into his crush’s chest. Effectively winding them.

They wheeze in response, “Me too. Don’t know why though goD!” They push out through gasps of air, pressing a hand to their chest. Pain beginning to subside as Tommy realises he literally just punched his crush.

His jaw drops and his silence continues as they take what was in his hands. A small book.

A scrapbook.

His crush’s face softens as they flip through the photos, memories flooding back to them of days long gone by.

Tommy stayed up all night yesterday just to finish the final details on the scrapbook, it isn’t the most aesthetically pleasing thing. (Even he knows that) But he put his heart and soul into it.

“Very sweet of you Tommy. But I didn’t bring anything for you…” They end up mumbling in response. Tommy only grins. “So you like it?” They scoff and finally pull Tommy in for a hug. He stills for a moment, then melts into their hold.

Tommy mumbles his apology for literally punching them into his crush’s hair. They giggle into his chest in response, letting him know that it’s fine, they’re okay. Tommy mumbles something incoherent into their hair and presses a cautionary kiss to the top of their head.

“AWWWWW!” A loud noise comes from behind their bench. Tommy and his crush dive apart only to see Tommy’s mum hidden behind a nearby tree.

“MUUUUUUUUUM!” Tommy screeches as his crush cackles out a laugh.

Tommy’s mum ends up driving his crush home as well, they sit in the back seat of the car holding hands.

“This didn’t go at all how I’d planned…” Tommy complains with a deep pout. “Oh really? Your plan didn’t involve punching me? Huh?” Their crush sniggers at him.

“Oh! His real plan-“ His mother starts and in order to cut her off Tommy just starts yelling at the top of his lungs “Nononono!!”. Causing his crush to burst into laughter as the two try to increase their volumes to drown out the other.

His crush shakes their head with a grin and wonders what the hell they’ve just gotten themselves into.

[daydreamingsora-fics]

hi! i was wondering of u could do headcannons for how bokuto, kuroo, kita, tsukki and iwaizumi would react to their girlfriend who had really long hair for a while impulsively cutting it at her shoulders. I recently did just that after growing my hair out since the 5th grade and I like it but my mom says it looks terrible. thank you so much <3

<sora's memo> hello! I only chose three of them, I didn't put Iwaizumi and Tsukisima. But don't worry, I planned on making another part for middle blockers + aces, so I prolly would add them there! Anyways, I believe no matter what hair style you have, I think it suits you because who short hair makes you look more fresh and mature... well... for me hehehe. I hope you're doing great would enjoy this headcannon. Sorry for making you wait! have a great day!

<another memo> hi everyone sorry for not posting very often, my schedule is very hectic for the past few months. but here's a headcannons of hq captains reacting to their s/o who cut their hair short impulsively. I prolly would do part 2, so if you want to see any hq charac just sent me an ask. Stay safe everyone!

Haikyuu Captains reacting to their s/o impulsively cutting their hair short

CHARACTERS: BOKUTO KOTARO, KUROO TETSURO AND KITA SHINSUKE

BOKUTO KOTARO

you haven’t cut your hair since you entered middle school ‘til your last year in high school.

and you started dating bokuto on your second year.

bokuto already loves your long hair, he loves to touch your soft hair and loves the smell of it too. 

but when he saw you enter the gym with a short hair

the big baby was shock. 

it’s  just like yesterday when he saw you with long hair but now your long hair gone short.

the whole team too are shock when they saw you with short hair.

bokuto is excited and happy to see you with your new look.

he was about to walk towards you but his teammates went to you first.

“y/n, you cut your hair...”

“short hair looks good on you”

“I never thought you will cut your hair that short” 

the boys complimented your short hair when they saw you.

“well, I did this impulsively yesterday sooo... yeah”

you said as you reach for your shoulder length hair

“wait! I heard that when a girl cut her hair short, it means she’s moving on something right?” 

konoha asked you teasingly which make the baby owl anxious 

“konohan-san” akaashi said with a warning tone because he lowkey don’t want to deal with bokuto’s emo mode.

the third year just chuckled while their captain is now lowkey in panic because of what he heard. 

“Y/N!!!!”

“IS THAT TRUE? ARE YOU BREAKING UP WITH ME??”

“PLEASE DON’T” 

bokuto continues to say something about you breaking up with him, while konoha chuckled and akaashi is shaking his head

“i will do-”

“bou, I am not breaking up with you”

“wait, really?”

“yes, please don’t believe on what konoha had just said”

when you said that, bokuto sigh in relief then gave you a squeeze hug

“I got scared there a little”

“yeah, a little”

you mocked him which makes him break the hug and looks at you with a pout.

“HEY!!” 

you chuckled which make bokuto’s heart pounded.

in his eyes you look even more pretty with your shoulder length hair. 

actually for him, he doesn’t care if your hair is long or short

for him you’re pretty no matter what style of your hair. 

“anyways! why didn’t you bring me with you when you decided to cut your hair!”

he pouted then crosses his arm which caught you off guard 

“uhm because you should rest” 

“awwww you love me so much, y/n”

“your hair looks good on you baby”

and the boy started to shower you compliments about your hair and you as a person. 

KUROO TETSURO

we all know this dude prefers long hair

anw, I think when he saw your short hair this man will be shocked 

he will be like: /insert shock pikachu/

“WHY?”

that’s only thing he will say, why did you cut your hair. 

you have your hair long since you are in high school 

also you and kuroo are actually schoolmates during your high school days

you know him because he play volleyball but for him, he didn’t know you until the two of you became classmate in college.

anw, the two of started dating in college because the two of you are blockmates. 

you’re now in the last year of college and you know shit became so stressful 

out of stress, you decided to cut your hair short

even though you know kuroo loves your long hair, you still did because you’re an impulsive girl

so, the day after you cut your short, you’re in the living room of your apartment with your laptop, finishing some of your requirements

then kuroo entered your apartment and called your name, to know if you’re in there.

“y/n, are you there??” 

“I’m at the living room, baby” 

kuroo went straight to the living room and he suddenly let out a loud gasp when he saw your hair. 

Kuroo: /GAAAASP/ 

dude was really shocked while you, you looked confuse because you literally forgot that just cut your hair short. 

“did you just cut your hair?!” 

“oh, yeah I did”

“WHY?!?!?!” 

he asked you hysterically while you just shrugged. 

“because I am too stress and also impulsive af” you answered him, unbothered with your boyfriend slowly having a mental breakdown. 

“but-”

“shush you pretty mouth of yours, I know you love my long hair but I am really feeling this kind of look” 

you cut him off, while your boyfriend let out a defeated sigh and took a sit beside. 

He rested his arms on the back of the couch while you instinctively lean on him. 

he just looks at you and observes your new look and he can’t help but agree that you’re looking fine af with your new look. 

‘maybe short hair is not that bad’ he thought to himself. 

KITA SHINSUKE

Kita will actually like notice it immediately. 

he will be the one to pin point it, that you cut your hair. 

though he will not show that much of reaction to you.

but when his other teammates notice he it and showers you compliment about your new look.

boy, this dude will lowkey warns his members because he is actually jealous that you’re getting a lot of attention. 

you kept hair long since your middle school but one time, in your 3rd year high school, you thought of cutting your hair which you actually did. 

so when you go to the school with your short hair, everyone was shocked, like your classmate.

your classmate told you that you look great with your short hair, something like that. 

during your lunch time, when Kita first saw your hair, he immediately pointed it out. 

“you cut your hair short” 

“yes, I did” 

you answered, waiting for your boyfriend to say something more. highkey waiting for him to compliment you

“you look great” 

“uh- thanks” 

‘is that it? is that all he gonna say to you?! I just look great? not beautiful?’ 

you sighed deeply trying to calm yourself from smacking your boyfriend’s head because you demand more compliments.

kita looks at you and asked if you’re okay and you just answered him that you’re tired. 

later that day you went to the gym because you want to watch your boyfriend’s team and of course him as they practice. 

when you entered the gym, everyone are still chilling and haven’t start their practice yet. it seems like they are waiting for their coach come. 

the boys greeted you, like it’s normal for them to see you watch because duh you’re the girlfriend of their captain. 

as they greeted you, one of the twins noticed your new hair style. 

“Oh! you cut your hair short!”

Osamu pointed out excitedly which catches everyone’s attention. 

the team gathered around you and showers you compliment.

“wow, short hair really suits you!” 

“you look cute with your hair short” 

your fellow third years complimented you while you smiled at them and gave a little thanks. 

“I think like I might have a crush on short haired y/n-san” 

Tsumu said out loud which catches everyone attentions, especially your grey haired boyfriend. 

“As much as I hated to agree with this dumb dude, I can’t help but to agree with him”

suna commented which made you blush and feel flattered. 

Atleast these boys gives you compliments unlike the other grey headed boy⏤ I AM JOKING PLS DON’T HATE ME

you gave them a small thanks as they continued to shower you compliments about your hair. 

Meanwhile, Kita, who’s watching you silently, can’t help but feel a little bit jealous because he noticed how you suddenly felt flustered when Suna gave you a compliment. 

And as he continue listening to his teammates giving you compliments, he gets even more jealous. 

so to catch his teammates attention, he cleared his throat and gave them his famous cold look. 

everyone went silent when they saw their captain looking at them intensely and each one of them gulped. 

everyone knows that kind of look that means, and they are scared for their lives. 

Aran looks at you like he is asking for help but you just chuckled. 

“good luck with your training guys!”

after the training, you and kita walked together and as you both were walking he held your hands brought it up to his lips.

he gave the back of your hand a kiss which makes you blush

he looks at your flustered face with a flirty smile plastered on his face

"you look very beautiful and sexy with your new hair style, my love"

[kenjikutie]

Haikyuu Sunday, haikyuu Sunday ✨✨ Alright sooo, how about: something like, the reader is watching ushijima, tendou, goshiki and bokuto practice and make an audible comment about how they like the guys muscles and OBV the guys have a crush on reader cuz I'm into that fluff mood ♥️♥️

yay! these are some of my favorite boys in the show, so this is great!

Their Crush Compliments Them 

Ushijima

- you were a manager for shiritorizawa, which left you with a bunch of responsibilities but, this was one of the rare times that you got to take a break. the boys were practicing while you were taking a quick snack but eventually, your eyes wandered to the most recognizable player on the team

- ushijima wakatoshi was a powerhouse of a man and holy wow was he good looking, but, you were pretty sure he already knew that. however, when he went in for a spike and you were able to see his defined biceps and back muscles you can’t stop yourself

- “jesus, it’s like he was sculpted by god.”, you whispered after the practice match was over but, you hadn’t noticed ushijima standing right beside you, waiting to ask where you’d put his water bottle

- to anyone else, it would have looked like he hadn’t heard you or that he just didn’t care but if you looked closely, you would have seen the pink that tinted his nose. when you turned around, your face drained of color but he didn’t say anything about it so you assumed he just hadn’t heard you

- but, as you were about to go to bed that night, you received a text on your phone that made your cheeks light up and your mouth break into a wide grin

- thank you, (y/n). you are very lovely as well

Tendou

- you had arrived at his practice so that the two of you could walk home together but had shown up a few minutes early. tendou was still practicing with a few other players and didn’t seem to notice as you set down on the bench to wait for him. tendou did notice you and now he was super hyped. 

- tendou had always been unsure about his looks due to his childhood but he knew that he was a good volleyball player and hoped you knew it too. so, when he went up to block, he made sure to flex a little more than usual and it definitely got your attention

- “holy crap, tendou! that was really hot!”, you covered your mouth immediately and felt your face become as red as tendou’s hair

- he let out a loud squeal and pointed to you from his spot on the court, “you’re right, it was really hot, (y/n)-chan, thank you for noticing!”

- on your walk home, you didn’t look at tendou once but he kept his arm around you, poking your cheek to annoy you and pressing the question. did you mean it? he really liked being told he was attractive and he would have to flex more often

Goshiki

- goshiki wanted to defeat the ace of shiritorizawa, that much was known to everyone. another known fact was that he also got a bit too excited all the time about literally anything. so, to have his manager compliment his looks and muscles nearly made him burst into flames

- he wanted to do everything to the best he could so he also went in on every move he made. unknown to him, you’d noticed his enthusiasm too and when he finally took a break, you decided to have a talk with him

- “you don’t need to push yourself so much, goshiki-kun. you’re already really buff, you’ll beat ushijima-kun in no time.”, you hadn’t given a thought to what you said and walked away to hand someone their water battle but goshiki was shaking

- tendou and semi had totally heard the conversation. tendou was batting his eyelashes and mimicking your voice, oh goshi-kun, you’re so handsome. goshiki was bright red but his heart was light because oh my gosh you thought he was buff

Bokuto

- so, he’s literally a seven-year-old boy; it’s no secret. when he hears you compliment him, all bets are off. forget practice, forget the ball that’s about to hit him in the head, you. just. complimented. his. back. muscles

- you were standing right behind bokuto on your way inside the gym and just couldn’t take your eyes off of how defined his back was. (i will never forget how the robbed him in the anime). you thought you had been quiet

- “woah.”, you whispered and immediately, bokuto spun around

- “what, what, what? what is it (y-n)-chan, hmmm?”, he got closer to your face with a large smile on his face and his eyebrows nearly reaching his hairline, not even minding how you began to stutter with warm cheeks

- “she likes your muscles, idiot.”, akaashi deadpanned, ignoring your betrayed gasp and bokuto’s squeal of excitement

- “hey, hey, hey!”, he cheered and lifted you off the ground in excitement, “my muscles are really great, aren’t they, (y/n)-chan!”

[wiltingofthewhitelily]

{Hetalia Platonic Ships Week 2021} Day 5: Partners in Crime - Latvia & Moldova

A/N: Submission #5 for @hetaliaplatonicshipsweek!

Sooo I was originally gonna do Sealand and Latvia for this one (or just a submission with these two in general), but then I thought this scenario would be funnier for a reason I'll talk about in the next paragraph sooo yeah. Plus, I like to think that Latvia and Moldova probably grew pretty close to each other during the Soviet Union days, seeing as they were the two "little ones" I suppose. (Although, in general, I do feel like Latvia would've hung around Estonia and Lithuania more, seeing how his age and maturity level are much closer to theirs than to Moldova's. But anyway.) I don't know...I just wanna see more content with these two cuties just being friends with each other ok??

For this one, two of my hcs are joining forces to create one (hopefully) pretty humorous little fic. These hcs are: one, Latvia is a pretty big prankster; and two, Moldova is a goody-two-shoes and is lowkey a tattletale (though not in a malicious way at all; he's just trying to be good). I do honestly really like the end result of this one, though I think I got a little carried away with this story and may have made some of the characters a little ooc in the process, sorry 'bout that lol.

Ok, enough with this long ass author's note and onto the fic-

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Latvia raced to the back of a chair, crouching down low and hiding behind it while also trying to hide his intense giggles. He watched as Ukraine went up to the pot in which she'd been cooking some soup—the same soup where Latvia had dumped a spoonful of spicy sauce in beforehand.

The woman did just as the Latvian had wanted her to—she picked up a spoon and dipped it into the pot to do a small taste test. The curly-haired boy bit his lip as he watched. Soon enough, she set the spoon down hurriedly, let out a noise that was halfway between a yelp and a surprised whistle, and shortly after began to cough lightly.

Latvia had to place his face between his knees to silence his laughter, his small body beginning to shake. Any sort of enjoyment he could get in this hell house, he would one hundred percent strive to get—and pulling small pranks like this on all the residents inside of it was just what he needed to accomplish that.

Soon, Latvia heard tiny footsteps and then a voice: "What's wrong, Sestra?" Moldova.

Ukraine let out another whistle and answered, "I don't know, the soup was really spicy for some reason." Latvia almost let out another snort at this, but caught himself just in time.

The teen heard a few more words of soft chatter and then footsteps coming up close behind him. Then, a pause. Latvia could already tell it was Moldova and got a bit nervous. The little boy tended to be, for lack of a better word, a bit of a tattletale—he was afraid the child would somehow find out what he'd done and go rat on him.

Sure enough, Latvia heard Moldova pull the table curtain back and crouch down to Latvia's level. "What are you doing down here?" he immediately asked curiously, sitting down on his knees as well.

Latvia turned to him and put a finger over his lips, trying to tell him to quiet down a little. "I'm hiding."

"Why are you hiding?"

Latvia bit his lip. "I...did something."

"Did what?"

He internally grumbled. The kid wouldn't let up now, would he? Latvia thought it might be a little okay to tell Moldova—he was, admittedly, kind of eager to show off what he'd done, to somebody. Even if it wasn't that big of a prank (especially compared to some of the other masterpieces he'd done in the past), he still thought it was funny. Plus, he could probably easily stop Moldova from tattling—all he figured he'd have to do was give him candy or something. "Okay—I put some spicy sauce in the soup Ukraine was cooking. As a prank." He bit his lip to keep from letting out a big laugh.

Moldova was much less amused—in fact, he looked more confused than anything. "Why?" he asked, brows furrowed.

Latvia didn't really know what to say; he just shrugged. "...Because it's funny."

"But that's bad," the boy pointed out, his tone turning a bit stern.

The teen sighed. "Yeah, I know...but it's funny."

Moldova gave Latvia one more quizzical look before slowly standing back up. "Ses—"

Latvia caught him, pulling him back down and covering his hand over his mouth. "Moldova!" he whisper-scolded through gritted teeth. "No."

Moldova looked over at Latvia, eyes wide. Finally, the teen released his hand from his mouth. "Latvia," he asked, "why did you do that? I only wanted to tell Sestra."

"No!" he responded. "It's a prank—you can't just tell her."

Moldova cocked his head to the side. "A prank?"

"Yeah—it's supposed to be funny."

"Funny?" the little boy asked. "I like funny things. Pranks aren't supposed to be bad though, are they?"

Latvia looked up. "Well, kind of. I'm technically not allowed to pull them—but I do anyway." Despite himself, he giggled a little at this.

Moldova blinked. "Why?"

Latvia placed his palm up to his cheek—this kid really asked a lot of questions, didn't he? "Because it's funny."

"Well, I wanna have fun too." Moldova sat for a few moments, looking down, as if thinking. Then, he pursed his lips and motioned for Latvia to come closer, to which the teen did. "...I kind of wanna try a prank, just a little one," he whispered into his ear. "Not one that's too bad, though."

Latvia contemplated this a bit. It would be fun to have a small partner-in-crime to his mischief—especially one as young as Moldova, whom he could hopefully mold and shape to be his sort of sidekick. He grew a little smirk. "Okay."

Moldova gasped in delight and clapped his hands. "Yay! What should we do first, Latvia?"

Latvia rubbed his chin, before getting a good idea. "I've got it." He grabbed the Moldovan's small sticky hand. "C'mon, let's go."

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"Okay, so you have to be very quiet before he comes—got it?"

"Mhm!" Moldova replied obediently, grinning from ear to ear at the older boy.

The two had placed one of Moldova's stuffed bears—the one that said I love you! when the stomach was pressed—on a seat at the dining room table, where Estonia was about to sit, as he was in the kitchen getting a cup of coffee and a newspaper. The hope was that he would be surprised by it and jump out of his seat. Nothing very exciting, Latvia knew that—it was mainly because Moldova had been very picky about what kind of pranks he wanted to pull, as most of the ones Latvia suggested were deemed 'too bad.'

The two boys watched from behind the door in the small office across from the dining room in anticipation. Soon enough, Estonia walked in and was about to sit in the chair he always sat in, the one containing the bear. He flopped his newspaper and prepared to sit down. Once his butt hit the bear, it activated that sickeningly-sweet high-pitched voice: I love you!

Startled, Estonia immediately sprang from his seat, gasping; he spilled his coffee all over the floor and his newspaper tumbled to the ground.

Latvia and Moldova began to cackle at this hilarious sight (still trying to keep their voices down, which was difficult); Latvia held out his hand for a high-five, which Moldova gladly accepted.

Estonia must've heard this, as amidst wallowing in the mess he'd just made, he crept over toward the door of the office, poking his head into it and seeing the two boys. He cocked an eyebrow. "...What are you two doing in here?"

Latvia was about to make up some petty excuse before Moldova spoke first: "Haha! Haha!" he exclaimed, still giggling. "You got pranked!"

Estonia was still a little confused until he realized: they must've set that bear down purposefully on the chair (he already figured Moldova had done it, though he'd thought the little boy had just accidentally left it there after playing with it). He then put his hands on his hips and grew a bit of an angry look on his face—they'd made him spill coffee on the floor and ruined his newspaper, for crying out loud! "Well," the Estonian began, "hate to say this, but you two are gonna be the ones to clean up the coffee."

Latvia had been laughing right along with Moldova, though when he heard Estonia say that he immediately grew a cross look as well. "Aw, no fair!" he argued. "You're the one who spilled the coffee! You clean it up!"

To his surprise, little Moldova backed him up. "Yeah, you clean it up, Estonia!"

Latvia looked down at the small boy and he couldn't help but crack a smile despite himself, thinking it was quite cute how he was mimicking him.

Estonia gave the two an annoyed glare. Latvia backtalking him wasn't really that out of the ordinary, but Moldova? The kid who literally asked every morning if he could take out the trash? Okay, now that was ridiculous. He groaned and, now out of options, he turned around and shouted, "Ukraine!" If there was anyone who would back him up and make the two clean up the mess, it was her.

Latvia clicked his tongue and immediately jumped up to run after Estonia, already complaining. Moldova hurried up and followed him, parroting him again.

Soon enough, the trio had all stormed over to Ukraine, who was sitting in the living room reading a book. She set the book down and got up as she began to hear their complaints, throwing her hands up in the air. "Goodness, what is going on here?" she asked.

Estonia shifted his glasses and began to speak, now gaining his composure and standing up straight (Fake, Latvia thought to himself as he saw this): "Latvia and Moldova tried to pull a prank on me," he began. "They sat one of Moldova's bears down on the chair—you know, the one that Russia bought for him that says I love you when you press on its stomach?—yeah, they sat that one down in the chair and I sat in it; it scared me and I jumped and ended up spilling coffee everywhere." He cleared his throat and concluded, "So they made me spill the coffee, therefore they should clean it up. But they won't."

"Oh, please. We didn't make you spill the coffee," Latvia protested loudly. "That's ridiculous."

Estonia began to argue back with Latvia, before Ukraine stomped her foot lightly and demanded, "Quiet!"

The two teenagers obeyed. Ukraine stood with her hands on her hips then, her face angry as she turned to Estonia. "Latvia and Moldova pulled a prank on you and made you spill a cup of coffee," she repeated crossly. "Yeah, I really believe they did that."

"But the—" Estonia began to say before Ukraine interrupted again.

"They act like they didn't do it," she said. "Especially Moldova. Look at him! How could you blame a little kid for such a thing?"

The group turned their eyes toward the said boy, who had his arms folded, eyes widened, and lips pouted, looking as innocent as ever (even though he'd been a more-than-willing accomplice, of course).

"But!—" Estonia said, before sighing, deciding it was pointless. Then, Ukraine went to the laundry room, picked up a mop and a bucket, walked back, and handed it toward Estonia. The bespectacled blond sighed again, taking it and going into the dining room to clean his mess. All the while Latvia was standing behind them, his hands tightly clamped over his mouth to avoid rolling on the floor in laughter. Moldova stayed just as he was, analyzing this interaction curiously and carefully.

Ukraine stood in the doorway between the living room and the dining room, watching Estonia. In the living room, Moldova watched Latvia closely. "Are you about to laugh?" he asked, tilting his head a little to the side as he looked up at the teen.

Latvia took his hands away for a brief moment, biting his lip, before nodding vigorously.

Moldova paused for a few moments, still staring at Latvia, before asking, "Is it as funny as when you put that spicy sauce in Sestra's soup?"

Moldova had said that loudly, loudly enough for Ukraine herself to hear; the woman turned around slowly, giving Latvia the same look she'd just given Estonia a few minutes prior.

Latvia stared ahead in absolute shock, feelings of dread mixed with anger simmering through him. Oh. My. God. Moldova truly hadn't learned anything, had he?

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Soon enough, Latvia was in the dining room alongside Estonia, helping him clean the mess on the floor—it had gotten practically everywhere, apparently (how much coffee did Estonia seriously drink?) and it was very sticky. So, in short, it was not too fun to clean up. There was also the newspaper to worry about, which had its papers scattered all across the floor too.

And where was Moldova at that moment? Sitting at the dining room table, munching on a batch of cookies Ukraine had baked for him and drinking cold milk. A long milk mustache got caught on his top lip more than once, with every time Ukraine quickly dashing over to clean it up with a napkin.

Fun for him, Latvia thought sarcastically as he swept his mop through another stain. Whatever happened to partners in crime? He guessed telling the truth and mint chocolate cookies tasted more appetizing.

[bebepac]

A Quarter For Your Thoughts

This is chapter 6 of Just The Way You are.  To catch up on what you’ve been reading click:  Just the Way You Are Masterlist

The Book:  CROSSOVER: Perfect Match x TRR

Pairing:  Hayden x Kai  /  TRR MC is single (past pairing includes Nico Karahalios) 

Word Count: 2489

Summary:  Liam walks Riley home after some strange things happens.  Even more strange events continue as Liam goes inside Riley’s apartment for the first time.  Hayden and Kai have a date night out with Dipper.  

Riley, Liam, Hayden, Kai, Chance and Dipper, all belong to Pixelberry, all others are my own characters to help tell our story. 

Warnings: Mention of character death, Profanity.

This is my submission for @choicesfebchallenge​ day #9  Chance.  Which I took completely literal. 

A/N:  DW is at it again.  We have two special guest stars in this episode  Pops and Mia visit Just The Way You Are, from my series: Pops Place. The dynamic is slightly different as they have crossed into this AU.  You’ll see. 

Song Inspiration:  “If I Could Turn Back The Hands Of Time” R Kelly 

I don’t own rights to the Music.

She walked in silence with Liam, holding the quarter tight in her hand. Could Liam have given it to her? It didn't make sense, why or how she got the coin, unless Nico really came to her. But Riley didn't believe in the supernatural, Riley barely believed in God in recent years, her faith completely shaken, and honestly nonexistent after Nico's untimely passing.

The idea of peace of having religion in her life Riley found comforting. However, she hated the idea of the same entity that placed Nico in her life for her to love, had not even two years later ripped him away from her so suddenly, it was cruel.  How could something supposedly so good,  be so cruel?

He murdered Nico. That's what Donovan Jacobs did when he decided to get behind the wheel of his SUV knowing he should not be driving and him striking Nico's SUV, essentially taking the greatly loved father, son, soon to be fiancé (we know Riley would have accepted his proposal), and best friend. There was hurt and anger in Riley's heart now for it and he was going to feel every bit of it when she gazed upon his face at the trial.

Riley had only seen Donovan's picture in the paper. But trust and believe she hated the man.

"Are you going home Riley? Maybe you should lay down for a bit once you get there."

"That might be a good idea."

"Do you mind if I walk  with you? I just don't want you to get dizzy again and be alone."

Riley nodded.

He helped her gather her blanket and guitar. He glanced down seeing a little cop car on his headstone.

"That's cute."

"Nico was a criminal profiler for the NYPD. His son left it."

"You have a son?"

"He's not my blood, but I feel like he's mine. He just turned 10 two months ago.  He’s still a very large part of my life. I see him at least several times a week."

"That's good you’ve stayed consistent for him. Often times... when relationships.....end... the kids are left missing the person they got to know."

"He has a lot of father figures in his life now to try to help him cope, my brother and my friends, we make sure he's loved."

"That's noble of your friends."

When they arrived at the apartment she noticed Liam was sweating a little.

"Do you want to come up and cool off for a bit? Maybe have a drink?"

"I don't drink."

"It's barely past noon. I'm not an alcoholic. I meant like lemonade or something."

Liam laughed,  "My bad. Sure."

Liam followed Riley to her apartment. Her door was painted a bright pink.

"That's unique."

She glanced at him.

"That means you hate it."

"No it's unique. I like pink.  Men can like pink."

He winked at Riley.

Riley opened the door to her apartment.

Putting her keys in the dish beside the door. Riley's apartment was spacious, decorated, nice and neat.

"Here Chance!"  She called out to a small Corgi that came running around the corner.

Riley was a few paces in front of Liam.  Chance ran right around Riley and barked happily at Liam.

Riley turned around and looked at Liam.

Liam picked up Chance and laughed as he licked his  face.

"Hey Buddy."

"He normally doesn't like strangers."

"Yeah I can tell he's absolutely ruthless. You've got quite the attack dog here Riley."

Riley laughed out loud.

He put Chance down.

Chance started rolling over on the floor, in front of Liam, and he had crouched down, giving Chance tummy scratches.

"My attack dog is absolutely worthless! See why I have a conceal and carry? He'd lick our intruder to death."

Liam smiled.

"Well at least he killed them. Kindness might not be the most effective route  though."

Riley burst out laughing.

He loved her laugh, and she seemed to like his corny jokes.

"Do you mind if I use your bathroom?"

"Sure it's…." Riley's phone rang. She paused to answer.

Liam knew walked down the hallway. He knew exactly where it was.

When he was done he could hear Riley still on the phone.  She was speaking in Greek again.  He walked into her room glancing around it.  It caught the light of the sun. He walked to her night table and on it there was a man's watch.

He picked it up. Maybe she was seeing someone. He turned the watch over finding, it was broken and the time on the watch was 6:32. He knew immediately what he was looking at. Nico's watch, and time the accident happened.  He put the watch down and picked up the picture frame.  It was Riley, with who he was guessing was Nico, in a cute candid photo. Riley was wearing a blue dress her head tilted back laughing while Nico held her tight in his arms. When his fingers grazed the face of the watch he felt a jolt of electricity go through him causing the watch to drop back on the night table.

Laughter. Riley's laughter was soft in his ear. He wrapped his arms around her while he was wearing the watch.

What the?.... he thought. But it was still working. He noticed the second hand still moving. What is this? Liam thought.

"No, stay in bed with me. Both of us are off today."

That wasn't his voice he thought.

"I'm hungry, I'm going to make us some breakfast. You relax. You work so hard."

He hugged her tightly.  "You feed those curves Girl."

Riley got out of bed exposing her naked body to him.

Liam gasped. Holy hell!!! God she was perfect in every way.

Then he heard his voice, but not his voice say..

"I love every inch of your sexy body Riley. You're so beautiful, you're my goddess."

She slipped her robe on. "Well your Goddess says go back to sleep." She kissed his lips softly.

"What are you doing?"

Liam jumped, and could still taste Riley on his lips when he opened his eyes.

He didn't know what happened, following her eyes to the floor. He had dropped her picture frame.

"I'm so….so  sorry Riley."

"It's okay, just let me clean it up. You go back to the living room."

Riley was carefully picking up the pieces of glass.

She glanced back at Liam as he walked out the door. Chance followed behind him, like he was his shadow.

When she came back in the room both Liam and Chance looked sad. Chance was sitting on Liam's lap.

"I'm sooo sorry Riley." Liam's voice was so apologetic.

"It's okay Liam. It was an accident."  She carried two glasses of lemonade and handed him one.

"Thank you."

"I've never seen Chance so taken with someone."

In minutes, Chance had already fallen asleep in Liam's lap.

"He must recognize dog people. They always had therapy dogs visit  when I was in the hospital. Dogs are so good at sensing when you are alone, scared or sad."

"What were you in the hospital for?"

"Not winning the genetic lottery." Liam smiled weakly.

"Are you okay now?"

"Yes, Things are great!"

"My friend Drake says that all the time."

There was something about his life that he wasn't ready to share either. She could relate to that.

Riley changed the subject and they continued to talk. Time flew by.  Chance finally woke up.

"Oh thank God," Liam said standing up. "My legs are asleep."

"He does that to me too. Looks like you're his favorite person now."

"Then maybe we should see more of each other at places he might frequent.  I guess he can bring you along too, Riley. You know to the dog walking park, the fire hydrant right out front, the vet?”

Riley smiled again.  

“Chance you call me when you want to hang out brotha.”  

Riley bit her lip.  “Maybe Chance would like to have breakfast tomorrow.”  

“It is the most important meal of the day I hear.  We should start our day off right.  Good thinking Chance. I’d like that.”  

“Take care of yourself Riley.  See you tomorrow Chance.”  

Chance barked excitedly.  

Riley hurried and changed clothes to get ready to head over to Nico’s mother’s house for dinner.  

“I want to get out of the house tonight Hayden.  Let’s do something out tonight.”

“There’s a movie on the lawn at the park.”  

“What’s playing?”

“Since it's almost Halloween they are doing a Fright Night Series. Stir of Echoes.”  

“Oooooh. Spooky I love that one!!!!!  What food truck do they have tonight?  Please say it’s Pop’s On The Go. I really need you to say it’s Pop’s on the Go.”  

“Well Kai I hate to disappoint you, but the food truck they’re having is…. Pop’s On The Go.”  

Kai was ready to be disappointed until she had realized fully what he said.

“Pops and Mia are so cute,  they banter back and forth together they are adorable.  I really wish they had an actual restaurant.  I definitely would eat there all the time.   His chilli cheese fries are life.”  

“So do we want blankets or folding chairs?”

“We want blankets,” they both said in unison smiling at each other.  

They got their blankets  and headed to the park with Dipper in tow.  

“Dipper be a good girl and mommy will give you some chilli cheese fries.”  

Dipper barked happily.

“You will not give our baby chilli cheese fries.  Has she had chilli cheese fries before?”

Kai shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe?"

“Kai, seriously?”

“She’s got a stomach of rocks like her Momma.”  

“Kai…..”  

“You love me.”  

“Let’s get us our chilli cheese fries.  None for Dipper.”  

“Hey Pops!”  

“Kai! I knew I’d be seeing you tonight! You always seem to make it out this way when our truck is out here.”

“You have the best snacks around Pops.  Can we get two orders of chilli cheese fries, with two colas?”

“And I got something for you Dipper.”  

Pops took out a box of dog treats.  

“Got to make all my customers happy.”  

He handed Hayden dog treats for Dipper.

“Thank you Pops.”  

“Mia, did you make those shirts?”

Mia nodded.  

Pops and Mia were wearing matching shirts.  There were also a few hanging on the side of the van.  

“You should be in design school, you’d do really well there.”  

“It’s just a hobby.”

“Looks like an untapped revenue stream to me.”  Hayden responded.

“We’ll also be taking two of your shirts too.”  

Mia perked up.  “Really?”

“See, I told you people would like them Pops.”

“Yep Pops, you’re looking stylish.”

Pop's stuck his chest out proudly. "She makes me a stylish and proud pops every day!"

Pops gave Mia a smile as she pulled down the shorts they wanted, and bagged them up.

They paid for their food and their shirts and picked a comfy spot on the lawn.

Hayden placed their blankets on the ground while Kai held the food.  He set up their large blanket first,  and even Dipper got her own Dipper sized blanket to curl up on and in.   Dipper quickly curled up on her own little blanket, while Hayden and Kai got settled under the tree.  

He loved watching Kai watch movies. She had so many. Hayden had to build another book shelf for Kai's DVD collection.  And this movie he had seen with her several times.  Kai was engrossed in the movie as if it was her first time watching it.

“And all this happened because he was hypnotized to be more open minded.  It’s crazy and I love it!!!”

Kai begrudgingly went to the bathroom seeing Mia walking out.

"Mia! Your shirts you made are truly awesome.”

“Thanks Kai, that means a lot.”  

“And I was serious about design school, how old are you now Mia?”

“I’m nineteen.”  

“You should be in college sweetheart.”

“Pops needs me. Things have been really hard for us.  I used to think about things like college before Mom got sick.  She had cancer.”

“She’s in remission?”  

“No… she died.”  

“I’m so sorry Mia.”  

Mia’s eyes filled with tears.  

“So my last two years of high school my grades weren’t good.  I helped take care of my mom and worked with Pops.  I probably couldn’t get into a design school anyway.”  

That sweet young girl, that always had a smile on her face every time she saw her, was carrying the weight of the world in her heart.  

She hugged Mia.  

“You’re going to get the chance to chase your dream Mia.  Please don’t give up on it.”  

“Thank you Kai, I’ve got to get back.”

Kai headed back over to Hayden embracing him.  

“What’s wrong?”  

Kai told him about her exchange with Mia.

"I'm gonna call Hana and see if she has some contacts out this way that can see Mia's work.

"That's nice of you Kai."

"Mia's a good kid, she shouldn't have to give up on her dream because her family has had a rough time."

Liam got a text early that next morning.  "Chance couldn't make it, and he was wondering if it was okay for Riley to meet him instead?"

"Sure, I guess Riley is an okay substitute,  though I was kind of looking forward to hanging out with my main man Chance."

Riley smiled down at the text.  What was that feeling she was feeling in her heart. She took a deep breath. She went over to her dresser expecting it to be gone. She imagined it all. But the coin was still there.  She put it in her pocket. And headed to the restaurant.  

Riley was already there when he got there.

He walked up to her pulling out the chair and sitting across from her.

Her glance shot up at him.

"Um….."

"Hey, how are you doing?"

"Fine… Can I help you?"

"I know I wasn't who you were expecting as a breakfast buddy today."

Liam smiled at his joke. Riley did not.

"I actually wasn't expecting anyone."

"Okay…." He wasn't quite sure what game Riley was playing.

"So are you going to order the same thing or get something different?"

"We don't know each other."

"Riley, you're acting really strange."

"That's your problem right there, I'm not Riley, I'm her sister."

He wondered if this had anything to do with her fainting yesterday.

"Riley, this is weird and teetering on the edge of certifiable. You invited me to breakfast and if you didn't want to meet up, you could have said and pretended to be, oh I don't know your twin sister? Thanks but no thanks."

"Not Riley, corny jokes dude! You seem like just the type she would like."

Liam jumped up from the table heading towards the door. When he saw her. Riley was walking through the door.  She smiled at him.

Liam halted in his tracks.

"Hi Liam, I hope I'm not too late. Chance was upset he couldn't make it and I had to cheer him up."

She smiled. Liam looked incredibly confused.

Liam glanced back at the woman sitting at the table. She smirked at him.

"Told you, I'm not Riley." She waved at him.

He turned around to face Riley again.

"So…. I guess you met my twin sister Taylor."

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request! was there ever a post/story abt miya and mark meeting for the first time n jonghyun is like 😁😁😁 I know you said they met in 2014? AHA I was stalking ur masterlist cause I love your writing <3

oh my gosh thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺 i never actually wrote how they met, did i? weeeell we have jonghyun to thank! we all need a little mischievous jjong in our lives rn sooo hope you enjoy! 🥰💖

italic conversations are spoken in english

WARNING: jonghyun (if you’re still a little sensitive about him, please don’t read this. i completely understand. it took me a while before i could even say his name out loud again)

“Jonghyun oppa,” Yoonmi looked around worriedly, “I’m pretty sure we’re supposed to be talking about Taemin oppa’s album, not camping out in your artist lounge.”

“Relax, Yoonmi,” the older told her. “No one’s going to scold you. Besides, have trust in your oppa, and eat this SHINee cupcake.”

Yoonmi could only laugh at the insistent look on his face. Jonghyun had snuck her away from the conference room while Taemin went to the bathroom. He could get in trouble for that, so the least she could do was eat the cupcake he bought for her.

“You know,” Jonghyun told her, “I can introduce you to people around your age. As much as I love you, I’m literally eleven years older than you.”

“I don’t mind,” she smiled at him. “Besides, I have my friends from JYP, remember? The two trainees? And Jinki oppa already introduced me to one of the SM trainees. Donghyuck oppa is my friend now.”

“Yes, but how about some more SM friends?” Jonghyun trailed off as he spotted someone and called him over. When the boy approached, Jonghyun spoke again. “Taeyong-ah, this is BTS’s Miya. Yoonmi, this is Taeyong. Now, where are mini shinki?”

“They’re in school right now, hyung,” the trainee who she assumed was Taeyong told the elder after giving a bow to Yoonmi who stood up and bowed back in greeting. “Mark is in the training room, though.”

“Call him over, would you?”

“Yes, hyung.”

“Oppa,” she tugged on Jonghyun’s sleeve while slumping down in her seat. “I can’t talk to people out of nowhere! You have to give me a warning before making me meet people! Meeting Heechul sunbae and Donghyuck oppa already made me freaked out enough.”

“Consider this a warning,” Jonghyun laughed and patted her head. “You’re about to meet Lee Mark, one of the most hardworking trainees I know. He’s still a little older than you, but still younger then Jungkook.”

“Oh my god.”

Because she buried her face in her hands, she didn’t see the boy walk into the artist lounge and approach them.

“You were calling for me, hyung?”

She froze a little at the new voice. She felt Jonghyun wrap and arm around her shoulder.

“I have someone I want you to meet, Mark,” he began while pulling her up a little. “This is BTS’s Miya. Yoonmi, this is Mark. He’s part of the SM Rookies.”

Mark immediately bowed once he processed that the girl in front of him was a debuted idol. She felt her cheeks flush as she bowed back.

“It’s nice to meet you, Miya sunbaenim,” he told her.

“Oh, uh,” she began, her mind buffering a little bit. “You, too, Mark-ssi. Please, don’t call me sunbaenim. I’m fine with just Miya or Yoonmi even.”

“Oh, okay.”

There was a small silence between them where Yoonmi chewed lightly on her lip. Jonghyun looked back and forth between the two of them with a smile. He nudged Yoonmi with his elbow and mouthed to say something.

“I,” she began with a little bit of hesitation, “I’m not really good with talking to new people, I’m sorry.”

Mark tilted his head a little, scratching the back of his neck. “Would speaking English be better for you?”

“You speak English?” she gasped.

“I’m from Vancouver,” he chuckled awkwardly. “I’m guessing you’re not from America?”

“I grew up in England,” she smiled, “but I kinda switched back and forth between places, so my accent’s messed up.”

“I think it sounds cool.”

“Thank you.”

Jonghyun sensed another silence coming, so he stood up and made Mark sit across from Yoonmi. She looked up at the SHINee boy with slightly panicked eyes. He gave her a face saying to stay seated before dusting off his hands.

“I’m going to go call Taemin so we can have our discussion here with snacks,” Jonghyun began. “Mark, I’m trusting you to keep my kid company.”

With that, the older walked out the door. She turned to the Canadian in front of her. He didn’t look that much older than her.

“How old are you?” she asked. “I hope you don’t mind me asking. Jonghyun oppa says I need to make friends with more people nearer to my age, so he introduced me to you.”

“No problem at all,” he reassured her. “I’m sixteen if we’re talking Korean age. 1999. That’s two years from you, if I’m correct?”

“That’s right,” she nodded. “How’d you know?”

“I’m a fan,” he flushed. “Most of us trainees are fans, actually. SHINee sunbaenim showed us a few videos of you guys’ performances, and I guess your music and skills kinda just resonated with us.”

“That’s... a big honor. Thank you!”

“It’s well deserved recognition,” Mark shrugged. “Wait, so you really don’t have friends around your age?”

She shook her head sheepishly. “Just three, but two of them, we don’t get to meet up often because idol schedules, and they’re training in JYP. The third is Donghyuck oppa, like, from here. Our friendship is a little new. Other than them, it’s my members, a trainee at the company, a few older JYP trainees, and the SHINee oppas.”

“Woah... You know, I can introduce you to a few of the younger trainees here. I think you might get along well with Jisung.”

She tilted her head curiously.

“He’s our second youngest at the moment,” Mark explained with a fond smile. “Oh! I should introduce you to Hannah! She’s from England, too!”

This got her interest. Another person from England, Donghyuck had mentioned to her before as well. Before she knew it, she and Mark were sucked into a long conversation mostly about more people, being a foreigner, and different trainee stories. She only noticed Jonghyun left them alone when her manager called to say he was at the front of the building. Mark brought her to her car with a promise that they’d hang out another time. Once settled, she pulled out her phone and saw a message from Jonghyun.

우리 선생님 오빠 🌕: hope you had fun with your new friend today! we can talk about taemin’s album next week ❤️

me: thank you oppa ❤️

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Witches Forest

Requested: Yes

Summary: While in Witches Forest you get into an argument with Colby, which ultimately decides how the rest of the night goes.

Masterlist

Your Pov:

It was confirmed. Your boyfriend was insane. Like, he was actually insane. I mean, who goes to a random cabin in the forest? Especially when the forest is called ‘Witches Forest’? And to add to his insanity he wanted to actually camp out in the forest instead of staying in the cabin. It was times like these that I questioned my love for him.

“I can’t believe you convinced me to do this.” I said to Colby from the back seat of his car.

Corey was on the left of me and Jake was on the right.  

He just laughed at me from the driver’s seat.

“I have my ways.”

Jake made a face of disgust.

“Ew, not in front of Shrek guys!”

The car instantly filled with laughter at his joke. Once we calmed down Sam spoke.

“I’m gonna start filming, everybody ready?”

We all nodded. That was all Sam needed as he pulled out the camera from his backpack and pressed record.

“So guys, we just went into town to go grab some supplies and food and as you can tell, it’s obviously dark right now,” He said while spinning the camera around so the viewers could see the sky. “But, here’s just a little snippet of how dark it actually is.”

And with that, the lights were turned off. Once they were turned off it immediately got ten times crazier and scarier.

“Holy shit.” I whispered under my breath in shock.

“It’s pitch black.” Jake.

“You really can’t see anything, not even a silhouette.” Sam.

“Holy fuck guys.” Corey.

“And on that note were gonna just step outside and turn the lights back on.” Colby.

We all started to gather the supplies that we bought once outside. I was in charge of carrying the food.

“On our way to death!” I shouted at the group while leading the way into the forest.

***

Setting everything up went by quicker than I had expected. Most of it was done by Colby, but hey I wasn’t complaining. He looked hot doing it.

“I can’t believe how fucking foggy it is out.” I stated to the group as we sat around the fire that Colby made.

I was snuggled up in Colby’s lap, a grey blanket wrapped tightly around us. Sam sat next to us on our right while Corey was once again on the left. Jake was directly in front of us.

“That just makes this entire experience even more creepy.” Jake responded.

Sam was recording everything. He didn’t want to miss anything important. Once Jake finished his sentence Sam panned over to Colby and I on the chair.

“So brother, ready to start the ritual?”

Colby’s arms tightened around my waist as he nodded.

“I’m ready whenever you are brother.”

I looked between the two of them, confusion was evident on my face. I thought they said that there wasn’t gonna be anymore rituals? Corey seemed to have had the same thoughts as me because he looked confused as well.

“Ritual?” We both said at the same time. The only difference was I was a little louder.

Jake laughed, “Jinx.”

“It’s a good ritual, I promise you guys,” Sam told us. “This ones supposed to cleanse us of any demons or spirits that have attached themselves to us. It’s like trying to start new.”

I was even more confused and also a little angry. Burning? Isn’t that something your not suppose to do with spirits? Doesn’t that just make them more angry and powerful?

“You guys are nuts! I know for a fact that your not supposed to do that. Anything that has to do with fire makes the spirits or whatever they are more angry and powerful!” I whispered shouted at them.

“She’s right ya know,” Corey said. “I feel like fire and spirits just don’t mix well. I mean think about what happened when we tried to burn the Ouiji board.”

Sam just shook his head in disagreement.

“Guys, you're being ridiculous. This is just supposed to cleanse us. All we have to do is burn something that is associated with whatever spirit we think is attached to us.”

My mouth dropped open in shock. Sam was on crack.

“Do you believe that?” I asked turning my head to face Colby, who surprisingly was silent this whole time. “I mean, I think out of all people you should know better after all the scary shit that’s happened to you in the past when you’ve mixed fire with demons.”

Colby just rolled his eyes at me.

“Babe, it’s fine, alright. Besides, what’s the worst that can happen?”

Was this boy on crack to? Did they do it together?

“The worst that can happen?” I scoffed while mocking his voice. “I don’t know Colby, the worst that could happen is we could all get possessed or just make more demons be attached to us or worse we could get killed!” I retorted to him. If only looks could kill.

“Stop shouting,” He mumbled. “Do you have to be so loud all the goddamn time?”

I glared even harder at him. Out of all the people he should know that when I’m scared I start to talk really loud.

“Yes I have to be loud ‘all the goddamn time,’ I shouted while using my fingers as quotation marks when I mocked him. “It seems to be the only way your gonna listen to me.”

He scoffed.

“You can’t tell me what to do babe.”

“And you can’t tell me what to do either.”

Two can play at his game.

Colby was about to say something else that would probably get him in even more trouble but Sam interrupted him. The camera was still in his hands recording the two of us.  

“Guys, just calm down okay?” His eyes were filled with worry. He hated seeing us fight. “Let’s just all take a couple of deep breaths alright?”

Colby and I both nodded at him and took a deep breath in.

“Exhale on the count of three, Ready?”

We nodded.

“One, two-,”

Sam didn’t even get to three because all of a sudden Colby let out a loud gasp and flung himself backwards. Unfortunately he took me with him.

“Dude, you alright?” Sam.

“What’s happening?” Corey.

“What the hell brother? And Y/N you good?” Jake.

“What the fuck babe?” Me.

Colby was panting by the time he stood up from the ground.

“Shadow person. I saw one, right behind Jake.” He was pacing back and forth.

Sam just looked up at him with a questioning look?

“Really dude? Did you actually see one? Cause I feel like you're shitting me.”

Colby immediately stopped his pacing and threw his arms out.

“Why would I do that?” He shouted at him. “I literally have no reason to do that to you.”

It was quiet for a moment. We didn’t know what to do.

“Alright then,” Sam spoke. “Let’s go after it.”

As soon as Sam said that Colby rushed over and grabbed the green XPLR backpack and threw it over is shoulder.

“Someone needs to stay here though. Watch the fire.”

“Corey.” Sam, Colby, Jake and I said in union.

He just groaned.

“Fine, but I’m only giving you guys like five minutes.”

And with that Colby took off into the woods.

“Babe, wait up.” I called out to him not even waiting for Sam and Jake. I didn’t want Colby to get lost.

“Babe! Slow down!” I shouted to him again as we made it to the path.  

“There’s no time to waste Y/N. We gotta hurry cause I don’t wanna lose him!”

I could barely hear him at this point. He was way down the path and his light was slowly getting dimmer and dimmer. And I was slowly running out of breath.

I could only keep up with him for so long before I had to sit down and take a breather. Damn, I needed to exercise more. I wasn’t worried yet because I could just slightly make out his light. I figured if I just sat down for a minute and caught my breath I would be good and I could just get up and still follow his little light down the path.

I must’ve been sitting for too long because once I got up I could no longer see his light. Which wasn’t good because A) Colby’s off on his own, which is never a good thing and B) I was by myself, which also is never a good thing.

“Shit,” I muttered to myself.

I held up my lamp and did a three sixty spin. I couldn’t really see anything except for a bunch of trees. And some fog. Once I stopped I stood still and listened for any sign of the guys. A couple of seconds went by and I heard nothing. Great. I was really alone and lost.

“Don’t panic,” I told myself while taking deep breaths. “Panicking only going to make things worse.”  

I had just started to calm down when my light had gone out.

“Dammit,” I whispered while shaking the lamp. “Come on, please turn back on.” Of course, it didn’t listen.

So, not only was I lost in the woods, I was also lost and in the dark. I decided that my only chance of getting out of this situation was to try and start making my way back to the fire. Hey, maybe on the way there I’ll run into Sam and Jake. I chuckled. If only my luck was that good.

I was just about to start walking forward in the opposite direction that Colby ran when I heard a blood curdling scream. I immediately froze up. Once the sound stopped the woods got dead silent again.

Tears sprung to my eyes. I didn’t want to move, but I knew I had too if I wanted to find my friends and maybe boyfriend.

Shit, this was gonna be a long walk back to the fire. If I even made it back.       

Author’s note: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed it! I had sooo much fun writing this. I combined two requests that I got based on the guys video so I hope it’s what they wanted. I’m gonna try and get the next part out sometime this week or weekend, It all depends on how busy I am. I love you❤

P.S The next part is in Colby’s Pov👀👀

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Lost and Found

Part Five

By the time they all got to the tower, it was 2:30 and the adrenaline had worn off Aiden. She was dead tired and wanted to sleep for the next month. However, she forced herself to stay awake long enough to go with Tony to the medbay. Tony woke Bruce up to check and make sure Peter was okay. Bruce had given them the green light.

He said that Peter should be waking up soon and his body was just in shock. He wasn’t in a coma, and should be awake in the next 2 hours.

So, Aiden didn’t let herself sleep until Peter woke up. She kept slapping herself to make sure she didn’t doze off, or would put earbuds in and play really loud rock music (i LoVe LeD ZePpElIn!).

It was around 5 in the morning when Peter started to stir. Aiden immediately looked up and ran to his side. Peter opened his eyes groggily and focused on her face.

“Aiden?” he whispers. “What am I doing here?”

Silent tears stream down Aiden’s face as she leaned forward to kiss his forehead and smile at him. “You’re at the Avengers Tower, Petey. Do you remember what happened?” She asked. Aiden pressed a button next to the medical bed that would alert Tony and Bruce that Peter was awake.

“All I remember is coming to you and thinking that you hated me.” At this, Aiden starts to cry harder but still stays quiet. “And then you said something about staying with you but I couldn’t, and now I’m here.” Peter momentarily forgot about the gash in his side and gestured around wildly before wincing and putting his arm down. Aiden immediately pulled down his blanket to reveal his bare chest, but she could care less as she checked to make sure he didn’t rip the stitches. Peter, on the other hand, felt extremely exposed.

“Well, after that, I finished cleaning you up. I didn’t know what to do, so I called Tony and he brought us here. I’m just glad that you’re awake, Petey.” She says the last part in a whisper. Still facing Peter, Aiden straightened up and announced, “Are you guys going to say something, or are you going to keep standing there, staring at us like weirdos?”

Peter looked up, confused about how she knew people were there. Aiden simply crossed her arms and spun around to face them. However, Aiden had underestimated who was there. She had just thought it was Tony and Bruce who came to check up on them. Oh how wrong she was.

The entire Avengers team stood in front of her, Tony and Bruce at the front with the rest fanning out behind them.

Tony turns around and looks at them, spreading his arms with a what did I tell you? look on his face. Natasha’s eyebrows were raised with surprise (but Aiden swore she saw pride in them too), while Steve looked downright shocked.

Bruce was the first one to walk over, ignoring Aiden’s comment as he checked Peter’s vitals and his injury.

“He’s good guys, don’t worry. Just make sure you don’t train until I give you a go, okay? Aiden spent a long time on those stitches and we don’t need you messing them up.” He directed the last 2 sentences to Peter while the other gasped in shock.

The loudest voice was Steve’s, however. “SHE STITCHED HIM UP?!” He practically screeched. It wasn’t out of hate, however, just pure surprise and shock that a 16-year-old had done such a job. Tony laughed and nodded.

“I seemed to have forgotten to mention that she was the one who he came to because he trusted her with his life, she was the one who cleaned him up, she was the one who did his very professional stitches, and, oh yeah, she is the one who’s literally a trained fighter?!” Tony exclaimed. Even Peter looked surprised.

Wanda and Natasha both walked up and extended their hands in greeting. “Hi Aiden, it’s nice to meet you. It’s wonderful to have another female around here to balance out all the unbearable testosterone!” Natasha shouted the last few words out to the rest of the group behind them, while Aiden and Wanda doubled over in laughter. Natasha turned to the side. “Anyways, let’s introduce everybody. I’m Natasha, please just call me Nat. This is Wanda, Steve, Bucky (call him James to make him mad), Sam, Tony and Bruce you’ve already met, Thor’s actually here for once, Pepper, Happy, Vision, Clint, and Scott! Peter Quill, Gamora, Rocket, Drax, Mantis, and Groot pop around from time to time as well. Oh and F.R.I.D.A.Y. is the A.I. around here. Just call ‘Friday’ if you need anything.” Natasha points to each of them as she calls out names, then waves her arm around to indicate the A.I. F.R.I.D.A.Y says hello, then goes quiet again.

Tony steps forward and claps his hands together. “Well, that was rather heartwarming, but we have to get back to business here.” Walking over to next to Peter’s bed, he picked up the now bloody and torn suit. “I’m going to revise this to make it untearable, okay? And we’re all going to leave you two,” he pointed to Aiden and Peter knowingly, “some time to talk shit out. A lot just went down in the past few hours and you guys need to make sure you’re on the same page.” With that, everyone filed out of the room, leaving Peter and Aiden alone.

Peter smiled at Aiden sheepishly. “I’m really sorry for barging in again.” Then, he frowns. “I can see you wanting to fall asleep every five seconds you know? I’m not blind,” he stated. Unfortunately for Aiden, she was in the middle of a yawn.

“I’m sorry what? What are you talking about? Who, me? What’s being tired? What’s sleep? Never heard of her before!” She rambled, proving Peter’s point of how drop-dead tired she was. “Okay fine. I’m tired. But before I go, we seriously need to talk.” She took a deep breath and before letting him say anything, Aiden continued. “It wasn’t fair of me to just block you out like that. I- I have a bunch of trust issues from my past that keeps stopping me from doing things. As you also know, I have depression, which honestly is a horrible combination. So, as you can probably guess, it’s not the easiest to become friends with me. But I have also been told that I’m a very aggressively caring person when you actually become my friend, so watch out for that.” She winks at Peter, causing him to laugh.

“Wait so, does that mean we’re friends?” He asks confused. Aiden rolls her eyes.

“Boys are so thick. Yes, we’re friends. God honestly, how do you guys survive?” She says, dramatically throwing her hands in the air to make a point. “Okay, now that that’s sorted out, I really am tired. I’m going to go find Tony and ask where I can sleep, okay? Bye!” She called over her shoulder, already halfway across the room.

Aiden headed out of the room, only to almost bump into everyone. Aiden looked up, then frowned and crossed her arms. “You guys were standing there the entire time, weren’t you? You guys heard everything,” she sighed, running a hand down her face. “So now more people know about my problems. Great, just great. Can someone just tell me where I can sleep? I’m walking on borrowed energy right now.” She mutters. Nat and Wanda laugh, taking it upon themselves to bring her to a guest room.

Immediately, she jumped onto the bed and got comfy under the covers. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was a goner. Wanda and Nat exchanged smiles, then quietly turned off the light and closed the door.

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a/n - sooo the next chapter heats up quite a bit! Idrk what to say here okay bye

[simplyyeol]

ten out of ten

word count: 3.638

pairing: kim jongin x reader

genre: fluff! sports college! au (weightlifting fairy kim bok joo, anyone?)

author's note: hello! it’s me ;; lol, um so I was supposed to finish this sooo long ago for the valentine’s day collab with @lucyandthepen @baekbuns @jiminiesthighss and @starcrossed8 ! read there parts at @v-daycollab, they’re all so good and fluffy and uwu. anyways i hope you like it!!

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“I’m so sorry, Jongin.” You muttered into the phone for the millionth time in just the past five minutes of your phone call with your boyfriend.

“It’s not your fault, that you got sick. We can just go on a date next weekend and say it’s Valentine’s day.”

You chuckled before coughing, a nervous cough more than a sick one. He’s so thoughtful. The guilt slowly started to creep up you.

“Okay, I’ll let you rest, Y/N. Get well soon.” His sweet words made you wince. You really hope karma won’t beat you up for this.

The screen went back to your basic wallpaper. The call was over.

You made eye contact with your roommate who was lounging on her bed, hugging her Pikachu plush, before you screamed. Or well, more like a girly shriek that bounced off the empty walls of your shared apartment as your feet frustratedly kicked the empty air wishing that your luck would go and fuck itself. You’d somehow lost balance on the bed (anything was possible with you) and tumbled off the bed, a loud thud echoing throughout the empty room. You clenched your hand, void of your phone as you’d thrown it somewhere else immediately after the phone call ended. Hopefully, you didn’t throw it too far. You couldn’t bear to starve to fix a broken screen, again.

You struggled to come out of the blankets that you’d wrapped yourself in (claiming that if you acted like a sick person maybe you’d sound more like one) and scrambled to the wall mirror attached on the wall next to your bed.

A gasp left your mouth as your fingers brushed over the big, red, disgusting, and very ugly pimple that resided on the tip of your nose.

“Did it get bigger?” Your roommate questions from her bed.

A shriek comes out in response. You cover your mouth, muttering, “Why is it so big?” You poke at it a few more times, careful not to touch it too much, reading somewhere that you should absolutely not touch a pimple if you don’t want it to scar.

“Wow, it’s so big.”

Min, your roommate, ducks as your hand flies straight towards her cheek. You almost smack her in the face but she’s always been blessed with fast reflexes, part of the reason why she has trophies stacked upon one another in your shared medal case, well, cabinet. If it wasn’t for that, she’d be sporting a good hand-sized mark on her face. More specifically, your hand-size mark.

You smack her on the shoulder a few times because she scared the living shit out of you (how does she move that fast?) still careful with your strength as not to hurt her (again) before you jump back into your bed and bury your face in your pillow. It takes a minute for you to calm down, and flail some more about how bad your luck is, and for Min to recover from her ‘near death experience’ (she deserved it) before she comes over to pat your head and attempt at soothing away your loneliness that you’ve been misfortuned with on Valentine’s Day.

“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t have a Valentine either.”

“Oh shut up, you chose to be lonely.” Your voice is muffled by your pillow so it sounds more like gibberish than anything.

Min was a part of the swim team at your college. With both of you attending one of the grandest sports colleges in Korea, that fact alone made her “popular with the guys.” Her words, not yours. She was also pretty and had an amazing body from swimming every day, every week, every hour. You, on the other hand, were just a measly Taekwondo major. You know how to swing a good kick, maybe flip a few people, but you envied Min’s abs, and thighs, and her extremely model-like physique. It’s not like you didn’t have any muscles or nice looking features, they just paled in comparison to Min’s. The girl eats so much, you wonder where it all goes. 

You’d gotten here on a scholarship and Min had been scouted from a national competition. You’d been lucky to just have been runner up in a grand Taekwondo competition that your teacher had signed you up for. Thank god for the fact that people do (sometimes) look at people other than first.

It's been three years since you’ve started college. Three years of hard work, training, bodybuilding, sweat, tears. Being a third year at the college, had its perks, though. For example, not having to do your seniors laundry just because they’re older and they told you so. Those people who take the notion of respect and use it in that way piss you off. A lot.

Maybe it has something to do with Taekwondo since respect is a major factor that needs to be taken into consideration when doing the sport, or you were just that amazing and great of a person. You lean more towards the latter option.

You’re embarrassed to say that outside of your own department, people basically knew you as the ‘Taekwondo major who fights everyone.’ Min’s words, not yours. She'd told you this one fateful day when a group of freshmen guys scurried away when you made eye contact with them. 

The first time you actually encountered Jongin, your boyfriend, who you’d just bailed on over a phone call, was at the beginning of this year. About nine months ago (you weren’t counting or anything, just an estimation off the top of your head, totally). You’ve obviously seen him around (he’s literally in the same year and college as you, how could you not?). A part of the swim team, with everyone knowing who he was with just his name, and he was cute too. A swimmer with good looks? Kim Jongin has all the women swooning.

It was a good afternoon, after you ate lunch, walking to practice, you and your teammates filling up the silence about how nice the Hapkido team’s, Byun Baekhyun’s kick was in his latest match. And his ass, but that doesn’t matter (the guy’s got a really cute butt, though, good for him). But in all honesty, you all should get a few tips from him.

A man around the age of forty, you assumed he was one of the teachers or mentors just from his looks, but he acted like a total asshole, walked up to you and started ordering you around.

“Finally! I need you all to take these chairs to the big stadium!” He shouted at your team. It was only the third years, and you all were only passing from the cafeteria to get to your gym. Why would he ask random students out of the blue?

You step forward, seeing no one else in the gym. “Are you talking to us?”

He waved his clipboard in the air and huffs in annoyance. “Well, who else? You guys are students here aren’t you?”

“Well, yeah. Are you a teacher here? I’ve never seen you here before.” You cross your arms over your chest, as he eyes you up and down.

“Obviously, now stop asking questions. They need these in the big stadium before one-thirty.”

“No one told us that we had to do this.” You sneered, mocking him. “We don’t even know who you are and we’re Taekwondo majors. We don’t even lift weights, and you expect us to take all these to the stadium across the school?”

You feel someone elbow you in the side. “We can just take them, it’s fine—“

“Yeah, listen to her, you girly. At least she shows respect to her sensei.”

“Sensei?” You spit. “I only give respect to a sensei that deserves it.”

“Hey! Hey! What’s going on here?” You turn to the side to see the swim coach walk into the gym with his whole team following behind him. You barely, not even for a millisecond, lock eyes with Kim Jongin who was right next to him before you turned away, embarrassment finally flooding through your veins. “Y/N? Are you picking another fight?”

Embarrassment never lasts with you however, when you're wrongly accused.

“Wait, wait, wait a second.” You spread your arms and throw a glare at the man. Coach Kim awaits your excuse this time. You could see how bored he looks already and here you are thinking that you’re on good terms with him. “He told us,” you point to your teammates, “to take these,” your finger points to the stacks of chairs, that looked to be about five hundred chairs, “to the stadium.”

Mr. Kim chuckles under his breath. “That’s it? He’s the performance director, Y/N, and I’m glad that you took precautions, but—“ he turned to the rest of your teammates, “none of you have ever seen him before?”

One of the smaller third-year girls spoke. “I think I’ve seen him around the dorms a few times.”

“See! You should’ve said that earlier, so all this wouldn’t have happened!” He clapped his hands in a very teacherly manner. “Now all is settled! Just help him out this once, yeah?”

You scoffed but didn’t say anything.

“Great! I’ll see you all later.” He clapped your back and waved at the other girls before making his way towards the exit with the rest of the team following him, whispering among themselves. You really hoped that they weren’t talking about you.

“Now that all’s settled—“ the performance directed twirled his pen, very uncoordinatedly you may add, as it flew out of his hand and landed behind him. He turned around to pick the pen up when you heard his pants rip. 

He looked back, surprised, but his hand was too late to cover what everyone saw.

You gasped. Another girl screamed. Before everything went to chaos.

Hot pink had peeled out from the rip and you were clearly able to see the strands of a fucking thong coming out from his pants. You grabbed a chair and used it to shield you from him, when he turned around and, and had the audacity to smirk at you.

“Do—don’t come closer!” You stuttered, as you shoved the chair towards him, a slight tremble visible in your voice. “Someone go call Coach Kim!” He stepped closer, hands raised wearily, and a chorus of screams rang throughout the gym.

At that exact moment, with you clutching the chair in front of you, a few girls behind you, and you cowering in front of a completely disgusting psychopath, Jongin came running in with Coach Kim hot on his heels. It was all a blur from there.

Everything was taken care of cleanly in the end, however, you were very much scarred. Never in your life had you thought there were people who actually did those type of things.

“Hey, are you okay?” You looked up from the office chair to see Jongin, looking at you. Was he... worried? No, that’s ridiculous. He didn’t even know you.

“I—um, yeah. Just a... weird day.” You winced. Great, when you really needed to be good at words you turn into an ugly mess.

“Yeah, weird is an understatement. Come on, I’ll walk you to your dorms.” He held his hand out for you, which you embarrassingly didn’t see. If you hadn’t seen him awkwardly wipe his hand on his jacket when you got up you wouldn’t have even noticed.

You couldn’t help but think that maybe it was because you were a Taekwondo major. People never saw you as feminine or girly. They reserved their hands to be held by art, literature, dance, rhythmic gymnastics types of girls. Not by a ‘strong and boyish’ Y/N. You also weren’t too bad looking. Nothing over the top, but you could look good if you tried. You just didn’t try seeing that no one really cares in the end.

He held the door open for you on your way out with you mumbling a small thank you before silence loomed over the two of you. You were jittery, finding the silence uncomfortable before he spoke up.

“I guess Coach kept only you and me for the witnesses.” He muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets to shield him from the cool evening breeze. Everything had taken longer than expected, well this has never happened to you, so it’s not like you could speak from experience, but from the times you’ve visited the main office, this is the longest it has been.

“Yeah, I’m glad he didn’t bring the other girls into it.”

“Yeah.” He paused. “I think that was really brave of you.”

Your head whipped towards him before you laughed.

Your laugh echoed throughout the empty courtyard, and maybe, the shock had finally started filling to you from the horrible day you just went through You may have heard Jongin’s join in with you in the middle, but no, he probably found you even weirder, or crazy or possessed. It’s happened before. “Please? Me? Brave?” You scoffed. “I was literally shaking.”

He lightly nudged your side. “I’ve never seen someone hold a chair that confidently. Ten out of ten from me.”

You chuckled. “Thanks, Jongin.”

It all went uphill from there. Morning chats when you didn’t have class and accompanied Min to the pool, you’d spot him. Small talks led to you going out eating together, watching movies, and even shopping whenever you felt like it, as he needed a girl’s advice on what to wear for another one of his blind dates. He really was popular from how many times that had happened. Obviously, you were jealous, after growing a small crush on him. Well, it’s not exactly your fault, who wouldn’t be able to.

You only started dating last month, with you fumbling over your sentences for at least an hour after he confessed to you (apparently those blind dates that he needed to get ready for were excuses to go out with you. Please, you absolutely melted when he confessed). Because Kim fucking Jongin confessed to you. Sure, you had one boyfriend before in high school, but everyone knew that Insik was a tool. So, that doesn’t really count.

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Lounging on the couch, stuffing popcorn in your face with blankets thrown around all over you, you jumped when you heard a thud coming from your room. You jolted upright, confused as to if something fell or someone broke into your house and was about to kill you.

Min left earlier for practice. Checking the time, you deemed it was about time she got back. Could she even help if a thief broke in? What if it wasn’t even a thief? What if it was a pedo—you choked just at the thought of it.

No other sound came from the room, but before you could call the coast clear, you had to make sure. Throwing the covers off of you, you padded to your room, your hand reaching out to turn on the light—

“Boo!”

The scream that flew out of your mouth would no doubt have been heard by your neighbors. Your back hit the wall, hands coming up to cover your mouth when you looked up to see if you could recognize the person who’s about to steal all your money and kill you. But then your eyes met those familiar, warm brown ones and you screamed even louder.

“Jongin?” You shriek, enraged. “What the fuck?” You grab a pillow that just happened to be on the floor next to you and chucked it as hard as you can at him.

He doesn’t look phased, a small smile spreading on his lips. You cross your arms, an unconscious pout forming on your lips as you send a glare in his direction.

He slowly walks towards you and you back away, suddenly feeling trapped. What’s happening—why is he—why does this feel like one of those movies where the guy traps the girl against the wall and kisses—

Your own foot betrays you. It knocks itself into your other foot sending you tumbling, and you obviously grab onto the closest thing available to steady yourself, which is obviously Jongin.

A stream of curses flies past your lips as your back makes contact with the floor and Jongin collapses on top of you. On top of you. On top of you.

You can feel your face flaring when you look down feeling something on your chest. That was Jongin. And his face was buried in your neck.

The door opens at that exact moment and your roommate enters. She analyzes the situation before making a move.

“I’m out.”

Both you and Jongin’s head turn to her, finally noticing her presence when her back is turned as she closes the door.

“Wait! Min—“

Jongin stumbles as he scrambles off of you, and you cough way too much for normal, your face probably tomato red at the moment. You hear the front door close, and you internally throw a roundhouse at your friend. It was not what it looked like.

“Well... um.” You look towards Jongin who’s running his fingers, distractedly through his hair, a sheepish look on his face. “I brought soup.” You look towards the lunch box that tumbled from his hands during your fall. You make eye contact, then burst out laughing. The soup didn’t survive the fall either.

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“You know that pimple looks cute on you.”

You gasp handing flying to your nose to cover it. It’s been a few hours since Jongin crashed at your place. You’d totally forgotten that you were supposed to go on a date with him and bailed on it because you had a ginormous monstrosity on your nose and wanted nothing to do with him until it was gone.

“Is that why you said you were sick?” Your eyes widened when you realized that you were caught.

“N—no! I’m actually sick!” You faked a cough just for an extra measure.

He suddenly leaned towards you and you felt a wave of deja vu wash over you as you leaned back. It seemed you leaned a little too far back, as you almost fell off the couch. His hand shot out and grabbed your shoulder, to which he stilled you before his hand cupped your face. You looked back at him wide-eyed, his eyes holding yours for what felt like an eternity. You could feel your face burning up under his touch.

He hummed while pulling away. “Yeah, you’re not sick.” You scoffed, turning away from him, letting your hair drape over your face hoping he couldn’t see you become tomato red. Confrontation is not your friend. Jongin looking at you like that is not your friend either.

You cupped your own face with your hands wishing that your cool fingers could calm your red blood cells. Any more and you’d burst. “You can’t go all up and close to me like that without askin—“you muttered turning around and almost screaming again when you saw just how much space was between the two of you.

With both of you on your couch, your blankets covering the both of you. He was almost hovering over you, leaning on to the couch arm for support, as to not fall (unlike you, who almost fell earlier, he has precautions). His breath fanned over your face and your eyes searched him, frantically. You had no idea what was going on.

His voice was no louder than a whisper when he spoke. “Do I need permission—“ and then he swooped down and kissed you.

You’ve only kissed one other guy before and then, it was mediocre. You deduced that maybe, that was just how kissing was. You didn’t see the appeal that all the other girls talked about. It was more of an awkward mouth sucking, lip biting, and teeth clashing kind of experience. It was horrible, per se. However, today you find out that appeal that all the girls would talk about it. It wasn’t kissing that had no appeal, it was the tool that you had kissed. He was nothing compared to Kim Jongin.

It was a gentle kiss. his lips pressed to yours, fingers playing with the baby hairs that framed your face. Your hands felt awkward placed on your lap, as they started moving upwards, exploring his broad chest. Does he work out that much, good Lord—

He pulled away slowly, his forehead touching yours, causing your hands to still. Too bad. You sighed, lips parting and opened your eyes. A small smile formed on your lips when you saw his eyes flutter open an almost dazed look coating them. “—to do this?” He finished his sentence and you only just registered what he said before.

You gasp, flabbergasted. He kissed you like that to just ask if he needs permission to—! You smacked his chest hopefully not too hard, but still enough to make up for him teasing you.

“Ow,” he whined. “I come to bring you food when I thought you were sick, and then I find out that you bailed on me, and now you’re abusing me.” He pouts, and you see it as one of the cutest things in the world. He perfectly resembles a kicked puppy. You literally coo on the inside. He’s too adorable for his own good.

You open your mouth to retort but he cuts you off with another chaste kiss. You frown at him because you forgot what you were going to say.

“It’s alright, though. I think this is a pretty good Valentine’s day. Ten out of ten from me.” He leaves you speechless, and you can’t even say anything when he winks at you before he brings you into another kiss.

It doesn’t really count as a date. But, you agree. You'd give this ‘date’ a ten out of ten as well.

[old-read-all-about-kpop]

Anonymous: oh my gosh i honestly just love your writings!! and i really just want to request one, can i?? can i request for a leedo fic where leedo is y/n sworn enemy from middle school up until they went to highschool. they started their hate relationship when leedo came to y/n school and took everything from her (honors, awards and even friends) and y/n wasnt having any of it. I want it to be like enemy-lovers so its fluff!! Thank you very much!! <3333

A/N: You threw a lot at me sweetheart 👀😂 But that’s okay! I’ve stated my reasons multiple times for why I am so late in finishing requests so I won’t repeat them. I’ve made an announcement regarding such so if you wanna find it you can here. Anyway, I am deeply sorry for the wait and I hope you enjoy reading this 💓💓💓💓

Disclaimer: f/n = friend’s name

A chorus of girly giggles erupted in the cafeteria. You rolled your eyes, scowling with disgust. You stabbed the innocent salad angrily.

“Leedo, you’re sooo smart,” one girl said in a sickeningly sweet voice. You didn’t have to look to know that she was twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.

“Thank you for tutoring me last night, Leedo. You taught me...” she trailed off, sounding airy as she seemed to reminisce about something. “Quite a lot.”

Despite yourself, you glanced over your shoulder just in time to see Soobin, the Queen B (not the bee but the female dog “B”) of the school in her airhead mind and the community bike for every boy in the senior class, play with Leedo’s earring before playfully nipping it. You felt bile rise up in your throat, burning your esophagus.

Soobin, with her bimbo group of friends following after her like good little minions, walked off, making sure to give a show of her small hiney in her even smaller skirt as she swayed her hips roughly. And people say she could be a model. I rolled my eyes at the sickening thought of people throwing such praises at her, hoping to always stay in her good graces. Pathetic.

You glanced over at Leedo, making immediate eye contact. You stiffened, knowing you’ve been caught eying the incident. Leedo simply smirked before going back to whatever he was doing at his table. The sight made your face heat up without your consent.

You scowled as you faced your one and true friend, f/n. Through the years, your number of friends had dropped significantly. Specifically since middle school, when he came along.

You have known Leedo since seventh grade. He moved to America during the time you were in sixth grade, and, once he and his family were settled into their new home, he was provided a tutor and online studying so he could ease his way into American customs and the English language without being overwhelmed by American faces in an American school where he would know nothing. Oh, how you wished he stayed at home for schooling.

The minute he enrolled at your school, people flocked to him like seagulls to bread. It was frightening at one point when everyone in your grade knew his name without having to speak to him once. And that happened in a matter of two days!

Your friend count dropped in half in a matter of a week. Then, from there, it slowly declined. Some friends tried to balance between being your friend and Leedo’s friend, but, eventually, they chose him because he seemed “more fun”. They barely engaged with the guy and they deemed him more fun than you?

You didn’t want to seem fazed by the change in your social life, but you were. Greatly so as Leedo was invited to way more parties than you in a duration of two weeks that he came to your school. It was ludicrous!

Then, from your friends being stolen from you, so was your title of being number one in your honors classes. Leedo took your position in a blink of an eye like a magic trick. He soon had your role as president of your class and soon taken all of your honor awards after every term of the year.

And it just continued from there. Henceforth, Leedo was your strongest competitor. But, yet, you always came as a far second. It honestly tore down your self-esteem. Was it all in your head that you were highly intelligent? How was it that this guy managed to take everything from you in a snap of a finger?

School had finally ended, but your role as an honor student was not. With your textbooks in tow, you headed to the library, hoping to retain as much information on the bodily systems as you can before your test in biology tomorrow. You wished that f/n would have accompanied you to study but, sadly, she had debate practice.

Once you entered the library, you saw that an entire table had been taken over. As you squinted at the questionable crowd, you saw a certain blue-haired boy who was the center of attention. Of course he would be here.

You rolled your eyes to the back of your head, hoping to God that these nauseating girls will keep their mouths shut (preferably) or keep their voices down. That’s all you wished for. But, of course, wishes don’t always get granted.

After about five minutes had passed - you were indulged in the chapter discussing the immune system and it’s B cells - when enormous laughter erupted from the group. The most annoying thing was hearing Soobin’s obnoxious laugh. It was literally the text form of laughter: “Ha ha ha.”

You grumbled under your breath once they settled down to quiet giggles and snickers. You resumed in reading and taking notes in different colored pens, embracing the silence. But, it was quickly shattered when the girls started screaming, letting out even louder laughter.

You slammed your pen down, reaching your highest level of irritation. You looked toward the person who was in charge of the library for the next two hours, the person always changing with the given shifts. You groaned internally as you saw it was Soobin’s little sister. Of course she would pretend to be oblivious to their ignorant behavior.

You looked around to see if there was anyone else who was being greatly disturbed. But, to your dismay, you were the only one who was in the library along with these loud knuckleheads. Just your luck.

Their laughter rose up to annoying levels of volume, causing you to refocus your eyes on them. You glared viciously at them. A scowl slithered across your face. You weren’t about to make your life easier with what you were about to do.

“Hey!” you called over their loud chatter and giggles. “Could you guys chill out with all that screaming and stuff? I’m trying to study.”

The laughter died down faster than the last curtain call of a performance. All their eyes screamed annoyance and disdain. You could live with that as you met their nasty looks with your own.

“How about you go somewhere else?” Soobin inquired with a snarl.

“Why don’t you? This is a library. Do you know what that is? It’s a place where students or the general public can visit and be surrounded by beautiful silence so they can read or study.” You spoke to her as if she was a child that needed a teaching. But, by the way she has acted since you met her in middle school, you weren’t wrong to do so.

Soobin sneered at you, showing complete disgust toward your existence. You, on the other hand, held your ground as you crossed your arms.

She then stood up from her seat next to Leedo. She grabbed her drink and took a step toward you, her eyes hard with poorly placed ambition.

However, the next thing to happen took you and everyone else in the library by complete shock.

The girls let out dramatic gasps as they looked on. My eyes widened. Soobin slowly looked over her shoulder, setting her eyes on the one and only Leedo. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked slowly.

Leedo held her stare. His hand was tightly wrapped around her skinny wrist, which was attached to the hand that gripped her iced coffee. “Stop what you are about to do now. It’s childish and unnecessary. Y/n was in the right to tell you all to quiet down.”

Soobin turned her whole body to face him fully. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me, Soobin,” Leedo deadpanned. “For the past forty-five minutes, you all have been nothing but loud and obnoxious and utterly annoying. I wanted to study alone but no, you just had to come bother me and flirt with me. You just couldn’t help yourself!”

Soobin scoffed. She yanked her wrist out of Leedo’s grip, glaring harshly at him. “You think I need to flirt with you? Because I don’t! I’d rather kiss a horse’s behind than continue to flirt with you.” She flipped her hair. “I just did it because I needed help with my homework.”

“And every other trick you know in your sex book.”

Soobin gasped, horrified from being exposed. Without another word spoken, Soobin snapped her fingers and sashayed away. Her minions followered close behind, shooting Leedo a few glances as they walked past.

The door automatically slammed shut, drowning the library with thick silence. You nibbled on your lip, feeling slightly awkward. Even though you doubted there was anything romantically going on between Soobin and Leedo, you felt as if you just eavesdropped on an intimate moment. Leedo, however, had no expression on his face. He simply rubbed his neck like he had a crick in it that he couldn’t get out.

He sighed then, relieving them of the heavy silence. “Well, although what we had was fun little flings, I didn’t feel the least bit attracted to her.”

You quirked your eyebrow at him. Although you knew you shouldn’t say anything, you did so anyway. You chalked it up as you responding to what he just said. It may not have been to you specifically, but it was still said around you.

“That doesn’t make sense. If you aren’t attracted to her in the slightest, then why sleep with her?”

Leedo shot you a “are you that dense?” look. “Because she was offering it like it was free mints.”

You snickered at his statement, utterly bewildered. “Oh my god. You may be highly intelligent but you are still a horn dog.”

“I’m highly intelligent?” Leedo inquired, quirking an eyebrow with a cocky smirk. “Really?”

You shrugged, not wanting to repeat what you said. “Interpret however you want if it makes you feel good.” You drifted your eyes away from Leedo’s and looked at something else.

You heard him chuckle. The deep sound almost made you swoon. But you composed yourself.

“To be honest,” Leedo said, sighing softly. “If anyone is the highly intelligent one, it’s you y/n.”

You looked at the man with wide eyes. You convinced yourself that you heard wrong. “W-what?”

Leedo’s gaze was gentle but serious. He grabbed the seat across from me and sat down. He cleared his throat before raking his fingers through his hair. He then laced his fingers together in front of him and licked his lips. His eyes slowly met mine, drowning me.

“Y/n, the minute I came to your middle school, I heard many things about you before I even got to see you. ‘Oh, you’re really smart. You’ll surely be y/n’s enemy in academics. She’s the smartest student in this school.’ ‘Oh, yeah, y/n is a genius! She puts Einstein to shame.’”

Your face reddened. You never knew how highly you were praised in your early school years.” You played with your thumbs, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“But, you know what I realized? It honestly breaks my heart as I think about it.”

You kept your eyes down. “What?”

“That I unintentionally ruined your self-confidence. The moment I started winning those spelling bees, getting those honor awards, the brightness in your eyes disappeared quicker than a candle being blown out. It made me feel horrible. I never meant to put you through that. And for that, I am deeply sor-”

“Don’t,” I said sternly. “Don’t you dare apologize for the accomplishments you earned. You deserve those awards. I was simply being a sore loser. I need to come to terms with the fact that there will be people smarter than me instead of moping about it.”

And you were speaking the truth. You have finally grasped the fact that there are people who have more brains than you. You simply needed to hear Leedo pour out his feelings and almost apologize for you to snap out of it.

A comfortable silence filled the space between you two. But, soon enough, Leedo broke it. “How about we both decide that we’re both highly intelligent and then study together.” He smiled softly.

You giggled. Your heart became delighted by his offer. “Let’s do it.”

Leedo beamed, happy that you accepted. He scrambled to move his books and writing materials to your table. “So how far are you in the topic for biology?”

“I’m on the immune system.”

“I already have notes for that system. Do you want to copy my notes?”

And that’s how you two bonded, forming a wonderful friendship. The two geniuses finally coming to a truce.

A/N: I’ve finally completed it! 🎉🎉 I genuinely hope you liked reading it my dear! Sorry for the wait 💓💓

[capriswritingnartshenanigans]

It Calls Me

Horror. SFW. 3,700 words roughly.

Hi, I'm Rita Taylor. I... have something I really need to get off my chest. It's about when I went to my childhood home with my sister to get it ready for selling, and how the trip there went... horribly, horribly wrong.

[[MORE]]

“Sooo.”

“So?”

Eric sighs, kicking one of my carefully packed moving boxes with a Converse-clad foot. “You're really doing this, huh?” I tape another box’s flaps down, wipe the sweat off of my forehead, and stretch my back before answering him.

“Yep,” I say as I finish stretching, making my voice a little strained, “mom wants the house cleaned up and for me to check out any damages before we try to sell it. I'm…” I grimace, thinking back to some of the reasons why we left that hell house in the first place. Reasons Eric knows well; who better to tell your repeat nightmares and your dad’s odd accidental death to but your friendly neighborhood witch?

“I-I really don't think you should, Rita. From what you told me, I-” He shakes his head harshly, his lips pressing together and his brows furrowing worriedly. “I think somethin’ bad is there. Somethin’ that really liked you in a not-good-really-bad kinda way.” I force a smile, trying to brighten the mood.

“Hey, you're giving me a buncha your protective crystals and a couple of plants, right? They should help me long enough to clean the house up and get back here.” Ugh, God, I hope they do, anyway. I can tell he doesn't seem that reassured either.

“Yeah, but… they can only do so much. That house sounds like it needs a full-scale blessing,” he runs one of his hands through his dirty blonde hair before he continues, “and to be burned down to the ground.” I give a half-hearted laugh.

“Thanks, Eric. Really… really helpful.”

“Just… If you need anything or you need out, you can take my guest room. I'll pay the plane or bus ticket, whichever you take. You don't have to do this.” I sigh at his words, thinking on how much the house is worth, and on how I was a child when I had my nightmares.

“The house is worth too much to not try to fix it up, and besides, you said the nightmares aren’t necessarily malicious, right?” I dust my gloves off before heaving another cardboard box over to tape it down.

“Yeah, but… I don't think it's just a simple case of childhood night terrors, Rita.”

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I let out a pained groan as I bring in the final box to the house. There's not many, only four, but damned if they aren't heavy. I lean against the opposing wall from them, dabbing at the sweat rolling down my face with a bandana. I nearly let my fists fly when the door opens with a loud bang! Swiveling to look at it, my heart pounding in my chest, I relax when it's just my sister, Carina, carrying in her own last box as well. “You ever heard of just pushing a door open?” I snap at her.

“Well, sorry, but they're heavy!” She pants out as she struggles with the box. When she nears our pile, she drops it, then leans against the wall beside me.

“Yeah, true. Sorry. You just… spooked me.” Not hard to do when I'm so on edge, but I don't say that aloud.

“Nah, I shouldn't have slammed the door open.” She whines when she stretches, then takes a box knife out of her pocket and jabs it towards the boxes. “Let's crack a few of these open, then order some pizza or somethin’.” I grab my own as I nod to her, slide it open, and begin cutting open one of my boxes.

As I'm unpacking my clothes, I can't help but let my mind drift over how lucky I seem to be; Carina knows about the nightmares, and she spent plenty of nights while we lived here trying to comfort me. As the older sister, it's her job to do so, she always told me, and now’s no different; I told her I was coming back here, and she immediately dropped everything and got on her way here to help. We also decided to share mom and dad’s old bedroom, the master one that sits at the end of the hall on the second floor. At least I won't be alone here.

As I heft an armful of clothes in a box up the stairs, Carina calls out, “I call that old black dresser! The one with the seashell handles on it!”

I call back to her a grumbled “fine” as I make my way down the upstairs’ hallway. My stomach drops a little at the fine layers of dust covering everything and the darker end to the hall. It's just a hallway. And it's day time; nothing ever happened during the day time, I repeat to myself as I make my way down the hall, trying to fight my nerves.

Left foot. Right foot. Just one in front of the other.

Left foot. Right foot. Everything is fine.

I reach the door as I hear Carina clattering dishes onto the table. Hopefully… after dusting it. Hopefully. The thought cheers me up a little as I push my way into the room.

It's not too dimly lit as the blinds let in some beams of sunlight. Dusty, though. Really… dusty. I cough and hack as my movements towards the mahogany dresser, the one dad always used. It's one of the tall ones, like you see in most men’s bedrooms in the movies, only, y'know. Caked in dust.

I set the box down on the bed frame, thankfully clear of an old mattress or ratty bed sheets that would have likely swamped me in a cloud of… the gross stuff dust is made of. Also really glad I brought the box as a vessel of holding things, not just the clothes.

I start humming as I grab one of those really fluffy Swifters out of the top of the box and start goin’ ham on the dresser. I aggressively clean the outside of the dresser, trying to avoid big clumps of dust bunnies as I do so. As I'm finishing the exterior and starting to take out individual drawers for cleaning, I'm joined by Carina, who (thankfully) also thought to use a box to carry her clothes. She drops the box onto the bed frame, takes her own Swifter out, and then turns to me. “Dishes are all set up for when we clean the cabinets, Cap’n.”

“Did you dust the table off before setting the dishes on it?” I ask, raising one of my eyebrows. She gives me a droll look.

“Uh, duh. No, I just sat a bunch of clean dishes on a raggedy old table to keep the dust bunnies company.” She gives me a look like I'm a dumbass before attacking the long, black dresser she called earlier. I try not to grin as I return to my cleaning.

“I just asked because you tend to forget a step to things you're doing,” I say as I almost fancifully swipe at the drawer in my hand.

“And you look like a donkey’s arse, but I don't te-”

We stop into a dead stillness as a loud craaaaaakk interrupts her. My heart flutters in my chest as I snap my head up to look down the hallway, where the sound seemed to have came from. I see a door at the top of the stairs slowly opening, before stopping half-way.

I nearly drop the drawer in my hand when Carina gasps from beside me; she must have ran over while I wasn't paying attention. I swallow as I stare at the door, studying its chipped paint, but my throat is so dry. I see Carina move her arms from the corner of my eye, clearly trying to think of something to say. “It's probably just, uh, draft. From the doors not being opened in so long.” I look to her as she nods semi-confidently. “Just a… draft.”

“But…” I pull out the keys in my pocket, turning to the one meant for that door specifically, “mom told me she locked up all the doors when she visited last month. She was afraid all the air flow would help mold move in.” Carina’s normally coffee colored skin pales further, but I can tell she's trying to find some way to explain it.

“So she just forgot on-”

“Nuh-uh. She and Auntie Mali checked each door because it costs so damn much to kill mold. She was sure of it.” The words bring only a further dropping of my stomach, along with the feeling as though I'd swallowed something ice cold on an empty stomach.

“Then… then…” She throws her hands up, and stalks towards the door. “HEY, is anyone in here?” She calls out loudly, snapping me out of my frozen state. I sprint after her, feeling my blood buzz with adrenaline. Please, God, let nothing be there, let nothing be there.

As she rounds the door and slings it open, she shields her face and sneezes as more dust flies into her face, giving me time to fully catch up. I look inside… And find nothing there. Literally. Not a single piece of furniture, not a decoration, not a single thing. Just a coating of dust, a window covered by cracking blinds, and tatty, vintage wallpaper that's begun to peel down the wall. We both sigh in relief, and she claps me on the shoulder.

“Let's just get our clothes stuffed into our dressers, order food, take a shower, and then we'll deal with moving our mattress in afterwards. We've had enough excitement for one day,” she says tiredly, rubbing her forehead exasperatedly. I quickly agree, and things go well after I close the door. Food arrives on time, hot water works fine, the mattress doesn't give us much trouble and nor do the bed covers. All good.

Until after we went to sleep. That's when it really started.

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Carina and I had talked some before bed, played a round of Cards Against Humanity for a laugh, then finally settled in for the night at around 11 P.M. My dreams were fine, just filled with the memories of our old garden out back (which I need to see if it's still up and alive), and our old tire swing on the big oak that sits directly in the dead center of the yard. I slept soundly…

Until exactly 3 A.M.

I don't know why I wake up; from what I can tell in the first few moments of being awake, there's no sound in the house, not even the “settling” these old homes supposedly do. I reach over and turn my alarm clock towards myself, and groan loudly when I see it read “03:00 A.M.” in large, bold red text. I roll over and snuggle back down into the cooler side of my pillows, hoping I can drop off again.

“Riiiiiita…”

My eyes fly open as a blood-chilling voice faintly whispers in my ear. My heart pounds so loudly in my chest, so so loudly, I'm almost afraid it'll burst-

“Riiiiiita…”

Again, that voice whispers, almost like a low moan, but not from close by, it's somewhere else, maybe downstairs, Oh God. I shakily reach out and shake Carina as my throat threatens to close.

“Wha’… Wha’, Rita wha’ is-”

“Riiiiiiiiita… You came back.”

Carina’s hand stops mid-air from smacking at my hand and instead she swerves her head to look at the door, leaning up on her elbow. “You can hear it, too?” I whisper, so afraid it'll hear us that my voice is barely audible to even myself. But apparently she heard me, as her head turns to look over her shoulder and gives me a slow, shaky nod. Right then, I hear a soft rattling sound behind me.

Feeling fear course through my brain, my limbs, my entire body, it takes me a second to be able to roll over to look at my nightstand. The black onyx and tourmaline crystals Eric gave me are perched on it, and seem to be the cause of the rattling as I can see them faintly moving from the light of my phone charging. But I don't know what that means, and I don't get to ponder it before-

“Riiiiiiiita… Ooooh, Riiii-iiiiiita… You shouldn't have come back.”

The low moan has an almost demonic invocation on its second sentence, causing all the hairs on my body to stand up, causing cold chills to run down my spine. Oh, God, oh God, I shouldn't have come back, Sweet Mother Mary-

“Who the fuck are YOU?” Carina yells. It startles me, so much so I flinch and quickly strugglin into a propped up position, about to question why she wou-

Oh. Oh, apparently, it did not like that. No, not at all, because right after she said that it began to growl and roar. A sound like someone choking that steadily mixed with a tiger’s roar. The crystals shake and quake on my nightstand, becoming more violent as the roar grows louder, until I swear I hear one crack, right as-

Click. Before I can fully register the sound, I'm nearly blinded as Carina clicks on her bedside lamp. The roar immediately quiets, and then there's a far-off shuffling, and then no other noise. The crystals go quiet, the house goes quiet, all I can hear is our uneven breathing and my heart still pounding painfully in my chest.

“Holy Mother of God, what in the fuck was that?”

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Carina and I sat there, her lamp our only light, until the break of dawn at around 6 A.M. Not speaking, not moving, just listening. Waiting. Seeing if it'll come back.

It didn't.

When we finally moved, I finally saw that several of the beautiful crystals Eric had given me had damage done to them. “What…? Carina, look at this!” I shuffle to the side of my nightstand, jabbing my hands through the air towards the mess. She quickly hurries over, concern tightening her face.

“I… Can that even happen?” I look back to my once lovingly polished and cared for crystals to see the long, gouged cracks in them, especially the onyx. Only a couple were unaffected, but most looked as though they'd been chewed on by a blender.

“I'm… I'm gonna take some pictures, then we’ll call Eric. He's always up by now, he'll answer,” I say, my voice trembling. After taking the said pictures, throwing on some clothes and a bathroom break, we settle back into bed and dial up Eric. It barely gets to the second ring before his heavily freckled face pops into view, along with his bad case of bedhead making his blonde hair look like some kind of dirty mop on his head.

“Hey, Rita-beeta, hi Carina. What’s-” He looks at us for a moment, probably easily seeing the terror still on my face and our overall lack of sleep. “What happened? Did something happen?” I can only nod. The sight of my best friend nearly crushes me down into tears, knowing he's so far away to give me one of his big bear hugs that always make everything better. After a few moments of me just openly sobbing, Carina gently pulls me into her side and takes the phone, and all I can do is cling to her.

“It wasn't nightmares she was having. The damn thing is real. I fucking heard it myself.” Carina bites her lip, shaking her head violently before continuing. “I have pictures you need to see. Of what it did to your crystals.”

Eric stays silent as she scrolls through and sends them to him, and I watch his face as he opens them and looks at them. His face drops when he sees the damage. “I… I… I don't know what would cause so much… Holy shit.” He starts making spluttering noises, trying to think of something to say. “You-You have got to get out of there. This thing… This thing is-”

“One tough son of a bitch I take it?” Carina finishes. Eric nods immediately, looking completely horrified. “It couldn't come any closer from what I could tell. And when I turned on the light, it disappeared.”

“That doesn't- What’re you-” Eric looks absolutely enraged now. “What, you wanna keep her there with that thing?! Who the hell knows what'll do or if it was just playing with you!”

“I think your crystals and us not staying afraid in the dark kept it away,” she insists, “so tell us how to get more of the crystals. We'll try to clean up faster and get out of here as soon as possible.” Carina’s lips press into a hard line just as Eric’s does. They stare each other down through the phone, and…

Eric breaks first. He lets out a sigh, pinches the bridge of his nose, and then looks back into the camera. “Okay. Okay. Let me get a list of where you can find more, and put the holy sage plants in there with you.” He hangs up, and Carina tosses my phone down, and just rubs my arm with her hands.

“We'll try to get clean up done quicker, like a week. Hopefully… Hopefully the crystals will keep it away, and if not, we'll just stay at a motel during the night.” I nod to her, trying to keep my fear down. We'll buy the whole fucking crystal shop if we have to.

It only took us a few minutes to throw on more clothes; no point in getting too dressed up when we'll just be covered in grime later. I had to hold Carina’s hand the entire way down the hall; my legs barely wanted to carry me, and my body kept getting waves of chill bumps all over it. When we finally got down the stairs and into the front hallway, it didn't seem so bad. Nothing was out of place. Nothing was torn up, dust still covered the peeling wallpaper. Everything was fine and dandy.

Until I looked into the dining area attached to the kitchen. I could see something on the ground, something sticking up from the wooden paneling on the floor. As I rounded the corner and went through the kitchen doorway, I carefully scanned around the sliding door, Carina right at my heels.

There, leading in, I saw huge, muddy… handprints. When I got closer, It looked like something with four enormously sized hands walked in from the thoroughly muddy backyard and right around the dining table. I hazarded a peek at the sliding door lock and quickly saw that it was still double locked, with one muddy hand print on the glass. I could also see… fur trapped in the mud. White, crinkly fur, like from a dog.

Then, we followed the handprints through to the living room, anxiety gripping my chest the entire way. By the time I was at the door that opens to it, it felt like my childhood asthma had returned and that I was having a bad spell of it. I slowly, slowly open the door.

Creeeeak.

The old hinges let out noises of protest as I do so, but I keep going until I can look in.the muddy hand prints taper off on the once white carpeting, up to…

A large, picked-clean bone sitting on the carpet when the handprints end. On it is a tag with a string, tying it loosely to the bone. I step towards it, hands and arms beginning to shake as though I can't stop shivering.

Left foot. Right foot.

Just another few steps.

Left foot. Right foot.

I lean over, and carefully nudge the tag to flip it over with my shoe. I feel my breath leave my lungs in a long, loud whoosh.

NAME: THOMAS TAYLOR

D.O.B.: 02/12/73

D.O.D.: 04/23/09

C.O.D.: ACCIDENT

I scramble backwards, tripping over the couch as I do so, but not stopping until I hit the wall. Dad. The morgue tag we had to see when it came time to bury him in the little graveyard near here. After he died from his nail gun accidentally firing when he tried to fix its blockage and going through his heart while working late in his shed. Dad.

Dad’s toe tag on a bone picked clean.

I start to scream.

I didn't stop until my throat went so raw it started to bleed. All the while Carina dragged me out of the house, sobbing wildly herself. I dissolved into sobs when I couldn't scream anymore, while she called someone.

A few minutes later, I hear a police siren, then the sound of tires on gravel. I don't look up from my huddled position on the ground, holding my knees to my chest, not even when a man starts trying to speak to me, nor when a lady officer tried to soothe me.

I didn't really say anything, not even when we were at the police station, settled into one of the private rooms the reserve for clients needing alone time.

I didn't speak for a day or two after the police station visit, didn't even really pay attention to what they said or what Carina said. I just remember them escorting us to a motel nearby, offering to pay for our night. When I finally snapped out of it, I listened to Carina explain how the police said they'll try to track down who did this.

I don't think they'll find them. I don't think it's a person, just a thing. An evil thing that wants me. Wants me so bad that it tried to break me. Humans don't break and crack crystals meant to protect from bad things.

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Even now, I have trouble sleeping. Carina, Eric, and I moved in together after the house incident; none of us wanted to separate afterwards, in case… in case it ever comes back.

Mom told me something before she left to go back home, a week after everything, though. She said dad had the same nightmares I did, and that he told her he heard someone call him at night. She never believed him. She wishes she had now.

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I hope you enjoyed! This was my first ever horror story, and I'm very open to constructive criticism! I'm also okay with people reading this story on their podcast or YouTube channel, so long as I am fully credited and made aware!

[crazedlunatic]

“Are You Ready?” Cut Scene

I cut this from the proposal chapter since it was running too long and seemed random... here for anyone that’s bored? 

Kurt kissed his cheek and then went to open the door.

“I’m early, I know, but getting her ready and out of the apartment that quick is an anomaly because usually she’s pulling stuff out of the bag and everything as you try to pack up.” Wes cringed. “Sorry.”

Kurt gasped and held his arms out since Scarlett was reaching for him. “Hi, sweetie.”

Blaine got up and walked over to Wes, grinning.

“You good?” Wes asked.

“Yep.” Blaine nodded.

“Not upset it’s before April?” Wes laughed.

“No. With everything with Burt, I was kind of wishing I hadn’t said that.” Blaine admitted as Wes hugged him. “Where is AJ?”

“She got held up at work but she’s on her way home now and then she’ll be over… I can’t believe I’m so early.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Kurt smiled. “You can always come as early or as late as you want… especially if you bring this cute baby.”

“If you put her on the ground, she might walk for you.” Wes said, going and sitting on the floor near them.

“Dadadada!”

“Oh my God. It’s a word!” Kurt said. “I know she’s saying them but it’s so cute to hear it.”

“Yeah, it is. Sit her down, though.”

Kurt did so and she very quickly crawled to Wes.

Wes kissed her cheek and then stood her up. “Go get Blaine.”

She plopped on her butt and started to crawl.

“Ah ah.” Wes pulled her back and stood her up.

“I’ll come closer.” Blaine said, plopping on the floor close to Wes and Kurt, but far enough that Scarlett could take a few steps.

Wes tossed a bag to Blaine with some cut up strawberries.

“Do you like strawberries?” Blaine asked.

Scarlett looked between Kurt, Wes, and Blaine before crawling back to Kurt.

“Hmm.” Blaine shrugged and ate the piece.

“She’ll do it eventually… probably when nobody is looking.” Wes kind of shrugged.

“I’ve seen it once… but it was like one step then floor.” Blaine laughed as the front door opened.

“Mamama!” Scarlett took off walking towards AJ, making it nearly all the way before falling on her butt.

“Well, AJ is here.” Blaine smiled and waved.

“For the record, she does not do that when I pick her up from Adrian and Matt’s.” Wes told Kurt and Blaine. He then looked at AJ. “She didn’t want to walk for Kurt and Blaine.”

“She’s finicky.” AJ shrugged and scooped her up. “But she’ll do anything for David. It’s so funny.”

Wes took the bag of strawberries from Blaine and took them over when Scarlett motioned with both hands. “Eat.”

Scarlett blew a raspberry and took a piece of strawberry.

“We don’t like Daddy today, do we?” AJ laughed.

“That might be an everyday thing.” Blaine snorted, then grinned sweetly when Wes shot him a look.

“EAT!” Scarlett said loudly, moving her hands together again.

“I’m working on it, child.” Wes let out an exaggerated sigh and gave her two more pieces.

“Can you take her?”

“She doesn’t want me but yes, I can.” Wes set the bag down and took Scarlett.

AJ immediately ran over, bent down, and gave Blaine a huge hug from the side. “He got you.”

Blaine grinned and hugged her back.

AJ then gave Kurt an equally huge hug.

Kurt let out a loud laugh, seeing Scarlett hugging Wes’ neck.

“See? She hugs me but she wont walk for me. If someone gets kisses, she has to kiss somebody too.” Wes gave Scarlett a look and blew a raspberry on her cheek, prompting loud baby giggles. He then took Scarlett over, sitting on the floor and making a sort of circle between the four of them.

“So when’s the wedding?” AJ grinned.

“When’s yours?”

“August 2nd or something like that.” Wes joked and then smiled sweetly when AJ glared at him.

There was a knock and then Alec and Eric came in.

Scarlett squeezed between AJ and Blaine, then took off making a beeline right to Eric.

“I haven’t met you but I already love you!” Eric scooped her up.

Alec looked between Eric and Scarlett. “What, are you the baby whisperer?”

“Maybe.” Eric said before Scarlett stuck her fingers in his mouth.

“Oh my God. I am so sorry.” AJ stood.

“He’s fine. He plays with babies and toddlers all day at work. Even on his breaks.” Alec reassured her and then made an excited face at Blaine.

Blaine grinned again.

“Yay!” Eric said. “More married friends.”

“You’re older than all of us. Most of your friends are married.” Kurt laughed.

“Enjoy her while you can. As soon as David gets here, she’ll probably kick your head off trying to get to him.” Blaine said.

“Is David your friend?” Eric gasped. “He’s a good one to have.”

“How old is she?” Alec asked.

“Fifteen months.” Wes said.

“It’s been a long fifteen months.” AJ joked.

“The great thing about my job is I get to play with them all day and then send them home with mommies and daddies.” Eric went over and handed her to AJ, who she was reaching for. He then turned to Kurt. “Sooo, did you laugh? Did you cry? Did you say yes? I mean I’m assuming you said yes if we’re here.”

“I actually asked him.” Kurt said.

“I told you that.” Alec gave Eric a look.

Eric gasped and said, “I don’t know why but this makes me so much happier than I already was! I just assumed it would be the other way around.”

“Don’t wait three years.” Alec said.

“Honestly just go to the courthouse and do it tomorrow.” Eric said as David came in. “Saves a lot of stress… and money.”

“We didn’t even spend money.” Alec looked at him.

“Exactly because we didn’t have a typical wedding.”

Scarlett began to shriek happily and tried to crawl off AJ’s lap when the door opened and David came in..

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” David closed the door and rushed over. As soon as he picked up Scarlett, she gave him a hug. “I was going to hug you Blaine and Kurt but I guess I’ll hug you instead.”

“She will fall asleep soon.” AJ promised.

“Me too.” Eric said, waving at David. “Come back.”

“No.” David shook his head, grinning. “Regular sleep is awesome.”

“Bragger.” Eric sighed.

“Did you plan to ask me?”

“No.” Eric pouted.

“Oh my God.” Kurt watched the two of them, amused.

“Two half days a week? Your students are driving me crazy and technically I’m still employed there.”

“Yeah. I told the Chief I wasn’t coming back but I guess she didn’t care.”  David said, moving next to Wes.

“David’s the baby whisperer.” Alec whispered, seeing that Scarlett was asleep. “Not you.”

Wes stood and carefully took her.

“Ooh, the thing is in the guest room.” Kurt hopped up to open the door for Wes.

“I am so glad both of our parents bought us Pack ‘n Plays too.” AJ let out a relieved sigh. “It’s like Oprah. Everyone we know has a pack n play.

David went and hugged Blaine tightly. “Look at you, leaving me alone in the land of still dating.”

“Eh.” Blaine shrugged. “Kurt ordered pizza. Mainly because I asked for pizza. Is Adrian still coming?”

“Yeah. He had to drop something off at the post office and then get Matt.” AJ nodded.

“Is Matt the one who is a police officer?” Alec asked.

“Yeah, but he can’t be an officer anymore.” Blaine sighed. “Also, he and Adrian got married the weekend before last. That’s good, though!”

“Matt is so cute. I think he’s too nice for Adrian.” AJ laughed as Kurt and David came back out.

“I heard that.” Adrian said from the doorway and then walked into the kitchen.

“It might be truuuue.” Matt said and then went straight for Blaine. “You did it!”

“Kurt did it!” Blaine held up his hand.

Matt’s jaw dropped and then he said, “Yes! That is so much more awesome. Sorry, Blaine.”

“No offense taken.” Blaine shrugged.

 “You knew that. That is why Kurt stayed over last night.” Adrian said slowly.

“I mean you never told me why.”

“We were literally talking about how he was going to do it.”

“Yeah, sorry. I was nodding but really paying attention to the TV.” Matt plopped down by AJ. “If I need to fall asleep, will you be my pillow?”

“Only for you, Matt.” AJ patted his leg.

“Ooh, Wes is over there. Bye.” Matt hopped up and went into the kitchen saying, “Hey, do you still want to hear gross and graphic stories? Just a disclaimer, one of them made me vomit and that’s doesn’t happen often.”

“Always.”

“Yeah, I’m going to go listen.”  Eric stood. “Are you, David?”

“No thanks. I set a broken bone today so I’ve had my fill of dramatic things.” David laughed and stood. “I’ll go downstairs and wait for the pizza.”

“Oh my God. I can’t take him anywhere.” Adrian shook his head. “He’s been trying to tell me gross stories and I’m not having it.”

“I can’t take Eric anywhere either. He’ll hear someone coughing in a restaurant and tell them they’ve got Bronchitis.” Alec said.

“Blaine, I don’t want to go back tomorrow.” Adrian groaned. “Ryan texted me and told me tomorrow is going to suck.”

“Oh no. Why?”

“Because tomorrow is arraignment and the lawyers exchange information.”

“Already? Bob didn’t tell me that.” Blaine looked surprised.

“He knew what was happening today. He probably didn’t want to risk you not leaving at three.” Kurt said.

“Yeah. I guess.” Blaine nodded. “Oh God. The manila folder with no writing and with a paperclip on it… yeah, don’t open it.”

“Been there done that. Last January. It sucked.” Adrian sighed.

“So when are you going to get married?” AJ asked sweetly.

“We haven’t really talked about it yet. Between going to see Bob and calling Kurt’s parents there wasn’t a lot of extra time.”

“That’s, like, six hours.” Adrian looked amused.

“Look, we had only once in the last month. Give me a break.” Blaine complained. “He’s only been back in town for your wedding.”

“I’m glad we were able to give you the gift of sex.” Matt said from the kitchen. “But if you think that’s bad I had to wait ten weeks after my surgery.”

“That makes me feel a lot better actually.” Blaine looked at Kurt. “Don’t lose a kidney.”

“I will do my best.” Kurt promised, scooting closer to Blaine.

“So you really don’t have any idea when you want to get married?” Alec asked.

“I mean… we always talked about getting married between 27 and 30… but that was in, like… undergrad.” Blaine shrugged.

“You’re going to wait three years like us, aren’t you?” Alec asked, laughing.

“I mean, we haven’t really talked about it that much.” Kurt said. “Honestly it was going to happen after he got his scores back but after everything with my dad… it seemed stupid to wait for a number.”

“I don’t want to wait too long… preferably three years or less.” Blaine looked thoughtful.

“I’m okay with that.” Kurt smiled.

AJ gasped. “What about babies?”

“Oh, that’ll be a while.” Blaine laughed. “We’re too busy.”

“No. You two would be the cutest dads.” AJ shook her head. “And you don’t want to be too old. I wasn’t born until my parents were, like, forty and they were super boring… which is why I had so much time to learn science and math.”

“Yeah, my parents were pretty young and it was awesome because we went and did things all of the time. If you have more than one, you should try to have them close together… and if you have a lot of them, group them. My mom had my Annie and I at 22, Eli at 24, Noah at 29, and Ben at 30. It worked out well for us. We’re all pretty close.”

“Was your house super loud? I don’t have any siblings.” Alec looked interested.

“Not at all. Half of my family is deaf. I mean Eli and I will actually talk but for the most part, we all just sign. Mom gets mad when we don’t because she’s doesn’t know what we’re saying.” Adrian laughed.

“Yeah you and Eli are the only ones that can hear to actually talk.” AJ laughed. “Ben is so cute. I just want to put him in my pocket.”

“For someone who can’t actually speak, he sure talks a lot.”

“I have an older brother but I was born when he was 13 so we’ve only just now started to get close.” Blaine said. “Oh, I better call him in the morning.”

“You definitely need to.” Kurt nodded.

AJ stood when Scarlett started crying. “That’s our cue, Wes.”

“I’ll tell you next time, Wes.” Matt said cheerfully.

“Yeah if she lets us leave once she sees you.” Wes went to get Scarlett from the second bedroom. “David, you better hide.”

“Seriously?” David asked, scooting behind the side of the couch.

“Every time you leave she is inconsolable for twenty minutes.” AJ told him. “It’s actually pretty pitiful.”

“Did you her that Blaine? She is inconsolable when I leave.” David grinned.

“I hate you so much.” Blaine laughed.

“Let’s be real. That’s because Blaine was gone for three months. Now that he’s back, it will even out.” AJ said.  “Then you’ll both be equal…. But Matt will always be the best.”

Wes walked out. Scarlett saw Matt and reached out going “MA MA MA!”

“Maybe I should have hid too?” Matt asked.

Wes set Scarlett down and she toddled (literally, she was very wobbly) to Matt and reached up.

“Matt, do you care to walk us to the door?” AJ asked.

As if on cue, Scarlett’s arms went around his neck.

“Only for the squish.” Matt said.

AJ hugged Kurt and Blaine, waved at everyone else, and walked out to the hall.

“See you when I see you.” Wes said. “Congrats!”

“Thanks!” Blaine grinned.

Eric went over by Alec and David, yawning.

“Is that my cue-slash-hint?” Alec laughed.

“Nope. Just the body’s reaction to needing sleep.” Eric yawned again.

[housecity101]

Overnight

Hey, I actually managed to write a new fanfic for y’all! It’s the second MHA fic I wrote (the first being a Toko and Dark one-shot back in June), and this time, it’s on one of my favorite OTPs :)!

A cute, simple Tokotsuyu one-shot I wrote that it pretty long but the experience in reading it might be a good one for any of you if your interested. If there is anything that feels off, please let me know. I don’t mind any criticism since I’m still learning to do better with my fanfics, as long as if the criticisms are not embarrassments or anything there off.

If you don’t want to read it here, then read it on FFN or AO3! 

(FFN | AO3)

Enjoy :)

Overnight

Nighttime had slowly approached the school.

It was calm, peaceful, and even a bit cool outside. Not even a single villain attack in sight. A relief to most of the students and teachers.

It was already time for bed for most of the students. Bakugo decided to sleep early before all of them, seeing how he had a pretty crappy day. Nobody knows why so they decided to at least do the same as well so he wouldn’t be disturbed by them outside.

So far, things were normal as usual. The students freshened themselves, put on their best pajamas, and head over to their rooms to sleep or do a few other things...

12:45 A.M. on the clock. Everyone was still asleep.

Except for only one.

It was no secret that Tokoyami was a night owl. Most of the time, it happens mainly due to his quirk Dark Shadow acting up during the night. Not to mention having nightmares to top it off. This happens to him every night since he was a young boy, but thankfully it didn’t happen all the time. When it occurs, he would sometimes calm himself by drinking warm tea or listen to soft music.

Nowadays, he has been slowly getting a bit better from his routine. Sometimes he would read his favorite book and poems and even study late at night a few times. Recently, he’s been doing his best to catch up on his favorite horror anime on the streaming sites.

He had been doing it at this hour, binging to catch up with the recent episode. Dark Shadow would join him in a few occasions, eager to watch what was going to happen.

Right now, the two of them were on the bed, watching an episode from the laptop. Tokoyami was laying sideways with his pillow holding onto his head while having one of his arms rest on his waist. Dark was right behind him, his head on his host’s neck just to snuggle on it for a bit. They did also had at least one or two snacks with them, consisting of apple slices and chips they brought at the small market. The volume was lowered so that nobody from outside would hear them. Tokoyami was going to watch it with his headphones on, but since Dark wanted to watch too, he had no choice.

He want to at least watch the recent episode next, but it was getting late for him anyway. Not to mention, he started to make a yawn. It’s becoming a little too much now.

When the credits rolled, he soon shifted himself up into a sitting position and moved the laptop to his upper thighs. “Well then, I guess we could end it here for tonight...” he said softly, exiting the page before closing the tab.

This made Dark Shadow jump up in surprise. “W-what!? Oh come on! Please? Can we at least continue!? Besides, it’s Saturday right now! It doesn’t even matter!”

Tokoyami sighed. “Although I do wish we could, unfortunately we have wasted 5 hours of our curfew so far. Just give it a rest.”

“But we haven’t made it to the new episode yet! Just a lil’ peek!?”

“I said no, Dark Shadow.” Tokoyami said, his voice getting a bit tense out of irritation.

Suddenly, Dark Shadow managed to make a cute pout to at least make him change his mind.

It did.

“Very well, I guess we could watch one more.” His host smiled a little. His quirk would never say no sometimes. “But first, I need something from the kitchen.”

Dark Shadow smiled in anticipation. “Can we get more of those chips!?”

“You literally ate the entire bag we’ve gotten while I only took some.”

“That’s because I was hungry!”

“Of course you were...”

The way to the kitchen wasn’t that long. Tokoyami does rest in the second floor so it’s simple for him to reach the first floor. Walking through the hallways, he noticed how silent and dark it was, but rather dim due to the small lamps. He could still hear a few snoring from inside his dorm mates’ rooms. Taking the elevator, he reached down to the main floor.

He certainly does not want to be caught by Mr. Aizawa or the other teachers roaming around in the hallways. He, along with a few students, have been lucky to succeed in that feat. But for now, it was best to stay low until the coast was clear…

Once the elevator doors opened, he exits himself into his needed location.

The main room was peaceful for the most part. Though it felt a bit eerie due to it being in deep silence. There were a few lamps on, especially the television for some reason, as it was slightly muted. Someone must have forgot to turn it off. Aside from that, it didn’t really scared Tokoyami that much. He reached over to the coffee table where the remote was laying as he turned off the TV before making his way to the kitchen.

“Sooo, what do you even want anyway?” Dark Shadow asked him, peaking out from behind a bit.

“I just needed a water bottle, that’s all.” Tokoyami answered.

“Then can I still have those chips from the pantry?”

The teenage goth sighed. “No, Dark Shadow. Remember, we cannot waste more of the snacks like that. I’ll get you one of the apples stored in the fridge instead.”

“What if I have a slice of those apple tarts instead?”

“You know those are for Sato, right?”

“Well this is coming from the guy who sneaked in for a slice the other time.”

This caused his host to wince in embarrassment as he snickered for a bit. “I-I said not to mention that again!” He cried, his voice slightly loud than before. “You even almost revealed it to everyone!”

“Yeah I know. The look on their faces when they thought you stole it was priceless!” The shadow demon laughed again.

“Oh silence you, or else I’ll get the matches.” Tokoyami threatened softly. He almost wished that his quirk didn’t talk at all.

They then ceased themselves for a moment as they made their way to the kitchen. But as Tokoyami made it to the entrance, he nearly gasped.

There, standing inside the kitchen, was Tsuyu, who had opened the fridge to get something. She hadn’t seen him yet and Tokoyami at least hope she didn’t. It would be a bit embarrassing for him.

It was an odd secret that he actually harbored a crush on her.

This all started when he saw her during the school’s entrance exam, and introduced himself a bit to her during the official first day. But while Tsuyu was fairly sociable, he wasn’t that much at all. This means that he wasn’t able to properly talk with her for a while until the final exams, where he managed to get full interaction with her. After that, he soon started to bond with her a bit more, going out together with their friends or helping her study with literature assignments.

But while it was good for Tokoyami, he cannot contain his flustered emotions everytime he gets close to her.

He didn’t really talked to her from all week, wanting to at least plan on how to properly see her again.

But now, this was a bad time.

He was standing right at the entrance while she has her back turn. Why must she be this cute? With her cute hair, her cute frog pajamas, her cute shorts, her cute slippers, her cute butt—

“Ribbit?”

He immediately froze once she turned around.

Once she did though, she soon sees him by the entrance, causing him to blush.

This stayed like this for about ten seconds. The crow-headed boy didn’t even know what to say, he was too embarrassed to say anything…

‘Go on! Say somethin’ to her!’ He heard Dark Shadow in his thoughts.

‘Well, what do you suppose I should do?’ Tokoyami shouted at him, getting mildly annoyed.

Before he heard him answer, he heard his crush calling out to him. “Tokoyami-chan?”

He went back to reality to face her. It was only now or never. He cannot mess this up so pathetically.

“G-good evening, Tsuyu-chan...” He finally spoke up, at least stuttering for a bit. “What brings you here at this time of night?”

“Oh,” Tsuyu picked up something from inside the fridge as she showed it to him. “I was just getting some gelatin for a midnight snack.” She answered, giggling a little while getting a plastic spoon.

“Ah, I see.” Tokoyami said. He has to note that for another time when going out with her. “I just came here to get some water.”

The frog hybrid looked at him after getting the spoon. “You aren’t able to sleep?”

“Y-you could say that. But it’s not that serious this time.” He then walked inside to get to the fridge. “The last few nights were rather calming enough for me and Dark Shadow...” While looking for the water bottles, he thought about something before asking her. “You have trouble sleeping as well?”

“Mm, not really, ribbit.” He heard her answer from behind. “Sometimes, I would get a few weird dreams, and other times, I would think about my family...”

“I understand.” He nodded slightly, lowering his head a little. “I miss mines as well...” He said softly before reaching one of the bottles. “But you shouldn’t have to feel depressed as much. You still reach out to them?”

“Of course. They would usually call me if everything’s alright. What about your parents?”

Tokoyami’s eyes widened a little from that question. He wasn’t able to call them all week. He needed to remind himself to call them tomorrow. He was sure that his family are worried about him. So instead, he made a slight lie. “T-they’re doing fine...” Tokoyami soon got out of the fridge and headed towards the shelves. He knew that he has to get more chips in order to avoid Dark’s whining.

“So, why are you up tonight, ribbit?” Tsuyu asked him, already taking a bite off her gelatin snack.

“I-I wasn’t doing anything in particular...” He said, blushing slightly. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to tell her about his little binge-watching time. She might be too tired from that.

However, his thoughts were interrupted by a certain shadow demon coming out from his back to reach the cabinets. “Man, you really should loosen up sometimes...” After receiving his favorite chips, he turned to Tsuyu and made a friendly wave. “Aiyo, Tsu-chan!”

This made Tsuyu’s cheeks pink as she giggled. “Hello, Lil’ Shadow.” She watched him lower down to her as she rubbed his head affectionately.

Tokoyami blushed for a bit while making a small smile at the moment. Seeing Dark Shadow interact with his friends or family in general was fairly normal, but he actually finds it amusing to find some people liking his living quirk.

“You still didn’t answer my question, ribbit.” Tsuyu said, eyeing on Dark while rubbing his head. “What were you doing during the night?”

“Oh. Well, I was actually watching an anime that is a favorite of mine.” Tokoyami finally answered, trying not to look away from her.

“Really? What is it about?”

“A story of a group of normal civilians being turned into vampires during the Middle Ages.” The goth teen smiled a little. “Truly an engaging watch.”

“That sounds cool, ribbit.” Tsuyu smiled, not noticing the small blush on her friend’s face. “I’m not surprised that you’re into vampires too.”

“W-why yes…” Tokoyami stuttered again, looking away a little. “They’re actually one of my favorite monsters.”

He didn’t really know what else to say at this point.

He would at least talk more about their lives at the moment, their hobbies, or whatever, but he was too nervous to say anything. If he went and blabbered something to her, it would be nervous gibberish. It was best to maybe end it here and go back upstairs until he turned to look at Dark Shadow at the moment. While his crush wasn’t looking, he made a little sly smile when looking at his host.

By the looks of it, he definitely knew what he was going to say.

“Hey, Tsu-chan, you should watch it with us!” He told Tsuyu as Tokoyami instantly blushed.

“Ribbit?” The frog girl wondered.

An embarrassed Tokoyami immediately reeled Dark Shadow back inside of him once he shook his head. “Let me please rephrase what he said.” He cleared his throat. “I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind spending time watching the show with me…t-that is if you are in need of more rest.”

He waited patiently for her answer as she smiled rather cutely. “Okay.”

Her friend made a small blush. He was instantly forming shades of red at this point. “Are you sure you won’t mind?”

“Not at all, ribbit.” Tsuyu said. “I don’t actually feel tired right now, so I don’t mind watching an episode with you. Have you caught up with the series?”

Okay, so this might go smoothly. “I’m actually up to the second season at this point. I have yet to watch the episode that had just came out.”

“I actually didn’t see it yet. So I guess it’s fine to watch it with you, ribbit.”

“Then I suppose that we should go bac—“ Tokoyami was going to finish until Tsuyu interrupted him.

“Wait,” He turned to her, who looked shy for a bit. “Is it okay if we can watch it in your room?”

Tokoyami felt like he couldn’t move from where he’s standing.

His room? His room that is completely decorated with everything a goth person would ever dreamed of? Was she really honest of wanting to enter in there?

I mean, he’s not a complete jerk, but he doesn’t feel comfortable of his classmates entering his room, aside from Shouji, Koda, Jirou, and sometimes Izuku. Everyone else? It would just be embarrassing. He took note of this ever since the dorm room competition happened. It was a night in which he wished to forget.

He was about to ask her why before she explained. “It’s because my room is pretty messy at the moment and I have to clean it up. I know you’re still unsure of everyone entering your room because of the contest, but I won’t judge you, ribbit.” She gave him a reassuring smile. “I bet it’s really cool just like how you are.” She even made a slight, pink blush.

Tokoyami felt rather nervous but appreciated of that sentence. He just didn’t know what to say. “I-I appreciate it. If it’s really what you want, then I would accept it.”

“You’re welcome, Toko-chan.” Tokoyami just stared at her for a moment. Lord above is she so cute…

Tsuyu then decided to leave the kitchen first right before throwing the gelatin cup away. She made a quick glance at her friend, making a small croak.

If Tokoyami wanted this moment with his destined lover to be perfect, then he must put his best effort into it.

Otherwise, it would be deemed as a failure.

He soon followed her as the two of them walked by the hallways together. While walking, Tokoyami soon heard Dark Shadow’s voice.

‘You’re welcome, by the way.’ He said, snickering for a bit.

‘I am not sure if I should thank you or hate you for this...’ His host responded in his head.

‘Oh trust me, you will!’

He just hoped to the gods above that Dark Shadow wouldn’t dare not to ruin this chance.

Once they entered the elevator, Tokoyami and Tsuyu waited for a bit once they were levitated up.

The crow headed boy kept his thoughts to himself at the moment before looking at his crush, and then at one of her hands.

He was close by her, so maybe he could hold her hand?

It’s not like he never did this before. He had done it with her on several occasions when they were out with friends. But that was it. It was more of a friendly thing than a romantic one.

So, maybe this time, one wouldn’t hurt? Would she even mind at all?

He was starting to feel nervous by what he was doing, but he shouldn’t be. It’s just hand holding, nothing too intimate…

While she wasn’t looking, he slowly moves his hand out to catch hers.

Gently.

Gently…

Almost there…

A loud chime was heard as the two have reached their destination.

Tokoyami mentally cursed himself for not being given a chance. Probably the next moment he might get it. Maybe he could at least talk to her for a bit? I mean, he did had thoughts about her entering his room, for certain reasons.

“T-Tsu-chan,” ‘Goodness that was so hard to say…’ “I was wondering if you are really certain of going into my room. I don’t want any of the teachers or our classmates seeing us in this position.” He said, stuttering a bit while blushing.

“It’s alright, ribbit.” Tsuyu answered. “I’m sure nobody would be able know that we’re still up. Besides, it’s just nice to spend more time with you.”

This made her friend a bit flustered, but soon regained his normal stance. “I suppose that is fair. I-I do apologize for not speaking to you in a while.”

“It’s okay. You had to study for assignments, ribbit?”

“Hmm.”

Finally, they have made it to the door.

Tokoyami felt like quivering with worry. He wouldn’t mind letting her in his room, but he was still unsure of her reaction. Would she like it? Would she be disgusted at it? It was up to fate to decide what to do…

Grasping his hand on the doorknob, he slowly opened it, allowing Tsuyu to enter first. “T-this is what my room looks like...” he stuttered.

His crush came inside to look and was a little surprised.

Most of the room was dark, minus a few lamps of candles shining inside. Every item inside was like a goth’s collection. The posters, the hanged coats, the chair, the strange-looking dear skull, and that sword. She didn’t know what to say, but she knew Tokoyami too well.

“Wow...”

Tokoyami moved away from her a bit, moving his head down. “I understand if it’s a bit too much, but...” He was too embarrassed to say anything.

But then, he heard her spoke. “I think it looks really cool.”

“E-eh…?”

Tsuyu walked a bit further inside, admiring how it looks. “I really like how much you put into this room, ribbit. How long did you had to renovate this?”

“It actually took me about an hour...” Okay, at least she loves the room. Tokoyami made a sigh of relief.

But that was immediately ruined when Dark Shadow appeared. “He even did the same to his own bathroom!” He encouraged Tsuyu to come inside while opening the bathroom door.

“Dark Shado—“

It was too late once she took a peek inside. It was a bit more lighter than the main room, due to the purple lamps on the walls. The walls were painted black and his tub had a few candles around it.

“It looks kinda relaxing. You must have done a good job in fixing your dorm, ribbit.” Tsuyu complimented. She didn’t really wanted to look at it, but her interests were peeked.

This caused Tokoyami to once again blush lightly. Thankfully, she wasn’t able to spot it due to the room being dark. “Thank you.” He then cleared his throat. “Well then, since you are here, you could make yourself comfortable while I set up the episode. Would it be alright for me to set up more lights in here?”

His crush shook her head. “No need, but I have to wonder how you can manage sleeping like this, ribbit. Wouldn’t Lil’ Shadow be ok in something like this.”

Tokoyami nodded as he sat on his chair for a bit. “It’s actually not that hazardous...” He moved it up to reach for his laptop as he began his business. “As long as there is enough lights inside, then there is nothing to worry at the moment.” He then forgot to ask her something. “Ah, where are my manners? Where would you like to sit? I believe I have some cushions stored inside my closet...”

Tsuyu looked at his bed for a minute. “I could sit on your bed if that’s alright.”

That nearly made him faint. “I-if it’s what you want, be my guest.”

With her permission granted, she gently got into the bed and admired how strangely comfortable it is, almost like her own bed. She couldn’t help but rub her hands on the feathery, black blankets. She soon noticed a familiar item from her left. A little night light that looked like a white skull plugged in. “Ribbit? Isn’t that the night light I gave you before?”

“Why yes.” Tokoyami soon got up with his laptop and went over to his bed. A-adorable...even laying on my own bed she is so innocent-like…

“Hey, are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna play the video?” Dark Shadow spoke up, growing impatient.

“I will, don’t mention that so loudly.” He whispered to the shadow demon as he heard him snicker. He really hoped that he won’t interfere…

He walked close to the bed as he faced Tsuyu. “Do you want me to hold the laptop?” “I could hold it actually.” She folded her legs together while sitting before receiving the laptop which showed the video. “Where are you going to be, ribbit?”

“I will probably be in the bed as well, beside you.” He said, feeling a bit tense when thinking about it.

Tsuyu moved for a bit rather cutely, so give him some space. “You can jump in.”

Feeling ready, Tokoyami gently got in the bed, deciding to lay down behind Tsuyu. He reached his head on the pillows and moved a bit so he could see the video. He was the exact position as he was from before, and he didn’t mind it. It was actually relaxing.

He watched silently once Tsuyu pressed play and watched the episode. He could tell that she would enjoy it. She was just too cute sitting like that. Too much for his black heart…

He soon heard her ask him. “So this is how the episode starts off?”

“Yes. They would give out a flashback as to how the vampire spread came to be.” He nodded. “One of the intriguing arcs so far.”

“That sounds pretty cool, ribbit.”

Tokoyami can’t help but smile a little while watching her. He felt something moving from his back as Dark Shadow popped out and rested on Toko’s shoulder to watch the video as well. He was still tensed that he would be saying something embarrassing in front of his host, but so far, he was calm as well.

In fact, he was grateful that this evening was calm, despite some minor issues.

He soon felt something once again as he sees Tsuyu moving down to him, giving him a rather cute giggle.

He responded with a small blush as he attempted to brush it off.

But for some reason, he felt a bit tired. He doesn’t wanna sleep yet. He has to watch the episode with Tsuyu to guide her…

One minute in, and his world became pitch black.

“Tokoyami-chan?”

Tokoyami soon woke up from his slumber after hearing Tsuyu’s voice. Rubbing his eyelids, he gained some vision and looked over his alarm clock.

1:41 A.M.

That’s how long he was out for? 20 minutes?

“Are you feeling alright? I just finished watching the episode, ribbit.” Tsuyu said as she got up to put the laptop away.

Toko hummed in response as he sat up on his bed. He still feels tired, but is at least gaining some energy to wake up for a moment. He watched her laid it on his desk before walking back to him.

She sat down beside him as she started a conversation. “I was actually going to wake you before, but I noticed that you needed a little rest, ribbit.”

“Ah, as I noticed.” Tokoyami said, turning away slightly. “I want to know, how was the episode?”

Tsuyu smiled. “It was actually pretty good. I actually managed to watch the first two, so I’ll binge on the rest maybe tomorrow.”

This caused the goth teen to smile back, though of course, it was small. “I am glad to hear that. It does get more interesting during the rest of the season. I would suggest if you could watch it with me...” He blushed. “I do not want you to feel scared while viewing.” He lightly stuttered.

“Eh, it’s okay, ribbit.” Tsuyu responded. “It wasn’t that scary actually...” She then looked at the clock “It’s actually getting pretty late, so I should head back. Unless...”

Tokoyami remained silent, wondering what she was about to say.

“Would it be fine if I sleep in here with you?”

His face became red once she asked him. He was too speechless to say anything.

Sleeping with Tsuyu? Together!? In his own room of all places!?

“I mean, I don’t mean it that way of course.” He heard her continue. “It’s just that since I don’t feel like going back all the way to my room, I guess it’s fine to sleep in here, ribbit. Are you okay with that?”

“I-I...” Tokoyami got out of his trance and tries his best to respond. “I-if it’s what you want, then fair enough. My only concern is that we might be caught by someone. But I’m sure that might not be the case...”

Tsuyu made a smile. “Ribbit, thank you Tokoyami.”

Her smile...too precious… He thought to himself, trying to rid of his blush.

“Do you have like a sleeping bag or something for me to sleep on?”

He then remembered the cushions as he winced. “Unfortunately, I do not have any at the moment so you might have to...t-to sleep on my bed...” Tokoyami was this close to losing himself. He cursed in his head for not getting any cushions in case of something like this happening.

Tsuyu on the other hand made a blush. She was a little nervous of sharing a bed with her friend. But then again, Tokoyami wasn’t something like a certain rat. He was respectful of her without any signs of perversion. While she would be slightly careful, she was completely certain that it would be fine for the both of them.

So, she spoke up. “i don’t mind sleeping with you.”

And now, he was slowly heating up. “G-good.” He coughed a little, shivering about what he’s going to do. “I-I’ll need to use the bath first. I won’t be long.”

“Okay, ribbit.”

The goth teen went straight into his bathroom to clear his head. He turned on the lights, wanting to wash his face and not loose his head, but a quick leak would be fine too.

After doing his business, he rubbed his face over his towel. “Lords above, what have I just done?” He moaned in distress.

Dark Shadow appeared from behind him, grinning. “You just invited a girl to sleep with you, that’s what!” He said in amusement.

This really didn’t made his host better. Goodness, he was lighting up so much lately. “You are clearly not making this better, Dark Shadow...” He rubbed his eyes in annoyance.

“Well, you know this could be the right time to tell her you know!”

“Ah!” He gasped before turning away. “I simply cannot. It’s just not the right to do so.”

“Oh come on! You’ve been with her for what!? A year I guess!? It’s the perfect time anyway!”

“Don’t speak too loud!” Toko hissed at him in a whisper.

Dark rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Just put on your big boy pants and do what you gotta do. Oh, and if you monologue while trying to confess, I will tell her before you do~!” He said teasingly.

Toko scoffed. “As if you would.” He watched his quirk go back inside him, snickering. He then sighed as he exited the bathroom.

He hoped to god that things will go well.

As he exited, he returned to his room and spotted Tsuyu sitting in his bed while being covered a little with the sheets. She was just too adorable. He couldn’t take it, but he must be at least confident.

“There you are. I was getting kind of worried, ribbit.” She said to him.

Toko tugged his arm once he walked up to her. “My apologies. I had to freshen up before my slumber.”

She nodded. “That’s alright, I understand.” She moved over to make some room. “Are you ready to go in, ribbit? Or do you want to do it the other way?”

“T-the other way, if your must.” He couldn’t look at her a little.

Tsuyu then got up and allowed Tokoyami to enter his bed first. He slowly got in, covering his body with the feathery sheet. He relaxed a little, admiring his bed’s own softness, he felt the bed getting heavier once he watched his crush coming in next to him.

As she got on the bed, she soon took a look at the bird-headed boy as he did the same.

It has been at least thirty seconds filled with silence, and the two of them stared at each other awkwardly, slowly blushing over what to do next. They would at least prepare to sleep, but they thought of maybe at least having another conversation. Tokoyami felt his body getting flushed by the second, while Tsuyu moved her fingertips to her lips. This was starting to get embarrassing.

After staring , the two turned away, not sure when to look at the other.

Suddenly, Tsuyu finally broke the silence. “So, how are you feeling, ribbit?”

Tokoyami gulped slightly and answered. “I am doing well, actually...” Feeling like it, he moved his head to face her. “I do apologize again for not having any cushions with me. I do not meant for you to feel this way.”

The frog girl turned back to see him. “It’s okay, I actually don’t mind it like this.” She then smiled. “I rather be close to you, ribbit.” She giggled lightly.

Goodness… Tokoyami simply hummed in response. He was trying to come up with something else to say.

“You know,  I’m actually really glad that you get to be one of my best friends, ribbit. You seem like a level-headed guy and yet, you’re actually really sweet. And I appreciate that.”

He watched her giggle as he was taken back by that compliment. Being told a sweet, caring person, not only from his family but from the girl he likes, feels so good to him. It just feels...good.

“Even after the finals when we paired up, you didn’t mind if I wanted to spend time with me or help me study. For a guy who claims to be a calm, serious guy, you’re actually a good person to be around with, ribbit.”

This.

This seriously killed his heart.

All of the compliments she’s giving him was too much, but then again, he adores it deep inside himself. He doesn’t want to say anything as he wants to think of something, but he feels the need to respond. He clenched the top of his shirt as he gasped, nearly startling the frog girl. He made a small chuckle.

“You do not need to say that about me...” He said, moving his eyes towards his hooded jackets. “I feel like it’s personally ruining my image.”

Tsuyu gave him a playful pat. “Well, I actually find you cute, ribbit~.”

Tokoyami blushed and tried to contain a chuckle. “You, as well...” He placed his hand over his beak. Did he just said that in front of her?

Now Tsuyu was the one who was taken back, making a small croak while slightly turning away.

“W-wait!” He sat up from the bed, clearing his throat. “I meant to clarify that I...”

“You don’t need to be afraid, ribbit.” She managed to laugh a little. “But I appreciate what you said.” She blushed while looking at him.

Tokoyami took a moment to look at the clock.

1:50 A.M.

Now it was getting more later than before.

Is it that time to tell her about his secret? It might not be the appropriate moment to do so, since it is already a few hours past their curfew. Not to mention, he and Tsuyu were getting a bit tired. But then again, Dark Shadow did mentioned that it’s a moment not to waste. He wasn’t even sure how to confess! Should he just say it the simple way with three words or his way in all of his poetic tone? It was a difficult decision, he could feel that it was already ten seconds passed. Knowing what to do, he made a soft sigh.

This was it…

“Tsuyu...” He began. “T-there is something I have to tell you.”

His crush’s eyes widened a little as she sat up as well. “What is it? Is something wrong?”

It was now or never…

Taking a deep breath, he continued. “...Ever since I have entered U.A., I had kept an aura of darkness deep inside my heart. And while I did encountered a few positive events, it was not enough to change that. That is, until I encountered a pillar of light which shines though my aura.” He clenched his chest when his heart was beating from being so nervous. “This light has led me into a path of goodwill and kindness, making me feel so much of it’s warm positivity. If this had never happened, I would have never went through that route...” He then faced her, his beak getting red. “And the one who helped me through was you, Tsuyu...”

“Tokoyami-chan...” Tsuyu’s cheeks became red over his speech.

“That is what caused me to develop these emotional thoughts of you. You showed me how to not shy away from  others with such friendliness, I don’t even know how to properly thank you.” He continued. “I’ve been building up such ways to say this, wondering how to put this in the right time… That is why, I shall speak out the honest truth to you in my heart...I...I-I...” Tokoyami started to stammer, not knowing how to finish.

‘Oh come on! Just say it already!’ Dark Shadow shouted in his thoughts.

He panted a little before he finally spilled. “I love you!” He cried, not to loud to wake his fellow roommates.

Everything in the room became silent. Too silent.

The goth teen had to relax himself for a moment. He actually did well with his confession, but he doesn’t know how she reacted. He slowly turned to her, seeing her surprised by this revelation, nearly quivering her mouth. She didn’t know what else to say.

He waited for her to respond but then he realized. Maybe, it might have been too late for him…

“I-I see...” He lowered his head. “I understand that maybe you do not share the feelings I have. Whatever reason it may be, I will accept it...” He chuckled sadly. “I guess it was foolish of me to…” A slight pause came from him, he decided to stop from there.

“Wait, Tokoyami-chan!” Tsuyu called out, touching his shoulder. She watched him turn back in confusion. Once he did so, she moved her head closer to his and set a kiss on his cheeks. “I love you too.”

Tokoyami gasped by what just happened.

Tsuyu actually likes him.

Tsuyu actually likes him.

And she kissed him...on the cheek!

He could hear Dark Shadow laughing excitedly from this. Tokoyami made a small chuckle of relief, rubbing his eyelids for a moment. “So it seems that you do share the same way...” He said softly.

Tsuyu giggled and held him closer to her. “Of course I do, ribbit.” She nuzzled on his head rather cutely. “I wouldn’t really turn you down like that, silly.”

“It is so amazing. How can you ever love someone like me? A person who’s shrouded in darkness?”

“I told you already. You’re just a sweet caring guy underneath.”

“Tell me though, when did you realize that you had developed feelings for me?” Tokoyami asked her, guessing that it might have been during the final exams where they had the most encounter.

Tsuyu moved a finger to her chin, trying to remember. “I think...I think it was actually the sports festival.” She smiled at that memory.

He was surprised to hear her answer. “How so?”

“I mean, I really loved the way of how you were so calm throughout the games. Being so smart and level-headed, I thought you were cool out there. But I was disappointed that you lost to Bakugou.” Tsuyu explained, almost frowning at her last sentence.

Tokoyami made a smile. “Well, I knew too well that I was going to lose to him, given the complete advantage against my quirk. But being third place isn’t that bad of a position.”

“Now how did you got a crush on me?”

“I actually developed my feelings when I first entered the school.”

“Really?”

He hummed in response before continuing. “While we did introduced ourselves for a little while, I was certainly impressed by your efforts during our training.  I did felt worried about you and the others when the villains attacked, but heard that you defended yourself against them.” He closed his eyes, making a small smile. “I am sure that you will be considered a great hero in the future, I believe so. That is one of the many things for why I adore you.”

“Thank you, Toko-chan.” Tsuyu croaked happily, smiling while her cheeks were pink.

Tokoyami did the same as well. Her smile was something he also admired from her.

“Yep. And he also loves your butt too!” Dark Shadow appeared, ruining their peaceful moment.

And this is where Tokoyami’s sudden anger is released.

“Dark Shadow…!” He growled, attempted to put him back inside of him. Reaching for the flashlight was enough to send him back in. He quickly turned back to Tsuyu. “I am sorry for that outburst of his! What he just said was not true!” He stuttered, his face getting red by the second. How dare he tell her about his own secrets in front of him?

Tsuyu blushed before laughing again. “If that’s true, then I’ll accept it, ribbit.”

Tokoyami sighed in relief. He’ll deal with Dark Shadow later.

For now, he laid his back against the wall as Tsuyu scooted over to snuggle next to him. The two relaxed themselves as they leaned on each other comfortably while getting used to the silence in the room. A minute later Tsuyu spoke up.

“So, does this means that we’re a couple now, ribbit?” She asked her new boyfriend.

Tokoyami thought for a moment before answering. “If so, then of course. However, I wish not to tell any of our fellow classmates about this event.”

Tsu tilted her head. “How come?”

“Then I’m sure they would bombard us with questions we might not be able to answer, especially from Ashido and Hagakure.” He nearly shivered at that thought.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. Besides, they are our friends of course so they would give us privacy.”

Checking the clock again, Toko stretched his arms for a bit, allowing Tsu to stare at a bit of his biceps. “As much as I would love to continue, time has unfortunately made us endure our conversation. Perhaps tomorrow would be fine enough...”

“Toko-chan...” His girlfriend stopped him from laying down.

This caused him to sit back up and look at her. “Yes, my dear?”

She flustered for a bit. “C-can I kiss you?”

Tokoyami’s eyes wide as he started to blush. “I do not mind at all, but I must let you know. My beak is nothing ordinary from a normal bird’s. It is actually rather soft to k...k-kiss it.”

“Are you feeling nervous, ribbit?”

“That is false. I am just making sure that I would perfect my first kiss...”

His new girlfriend made a giggle as she held both of his shoulders, pulling him a little close to her own face. “It’s kinda easy, ribbit. Don’t worry, I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”

He was still nervous, but he at least built up some courage to make this moment count. He hold onto the waist of her own stomach and looked straight into her eyes. He moved one of his hands to touch her cheek to get a good close up of her. Her face was so soft and angelic, he could even spot her lips being somewhat of a light pink color. It was simply cute.

Positioning himself, he closed his eyes and pressed his beak to her lips, hoping that it won’t stick them. Thankfully, Tsuyu didn’t felt something pointing out as all she could feel was his soft warm lips.

The two of them locked lips for a bit, slightly moaning over the sensation. Tokoyami had never thought of what a kiss would feel like, and now that he’s having his first one, it was definitely worth it.

They finally stopped, catching their breaths for a bit while smiling at each other.

“So how was it?” Tsuyu asked teasingly.

“It was wonderful, my dear.” Tokoyami finally felt a lot better after experiencing that.

Tsuyu chuckled and placed another kiss on his cheek. “Maybe in the morning, I could make you some breakfast, ribbit. Before everyone else comes in.”

“I rather you and I could make some together. It would be such a delightful blend to our own meals.”

She nodded. “I don’t mind that at all. Also, is it alright to call you by first name?”

“Fumikage is alright.”

“What about Fumi-chan~?”

This caused him to blush. “M-maybe when we are alone.”

He heard her make a small laugh as he smiled back. He then laid down on his back, resting his head on his pillow while pulling up the blanket. He shyly motioned his new lover to rest with him as she agreed in silence. She gently got on top of him as she moved her head on his upper chest. She can’t help but giggle when she felt it, making her boyfriend blush.

“So you did manage to work out.” Tsuyu decided to tease him for a bit. “Can I get to see it, ribbit?”

Tokoyami moved his head away, trying to stop blushing. “I will think about it...” He doesn’t want to start making out too early. Perhaps at the right time, he will.

Tsuyu laughed lightly before kissing his beak. “I love you, Fumi~.”

Tokoyami smiled once more and shared another kiss. “I love you too, my dearest...” He whispered.

The two then cuddled together as they finally went to sleep.

Tokoyami wasn’t sure how this sudden change will continue, but for now, he was clearly happy to finally connect with the one he loves.

And to this day, there was no dark aura in his heart…

During the night, while the newly-formed couple were still sleeping, Dark Shadow appeared from Tokoyami’s back, staring at the two.

“Well, it’s about time.” He whispered, actually happy for Tokoyami.

He decided to rest too before an idea popped in his head. He grinned sneakily at what he was planning as he grabbed one of his host’s hands resting on Tsuyu’s hair. He carefully moved it down all the way to where her backside was and let it touch there.

Once his mission was done, he snickered quietly before returning to his host.

Tokoyami will definitely thank him later.