#boys were complimenting the rhinestones too and it just made me wish I saw more boys experiment with makeup it's so fun

[oddestishottest]

got so many compliments on my makeup last night 💕

this is when I got home 😊 joint birthday celebration, spent time catching up with friends from out of town who mean the world to me

[prodtrouver]

Perfect Red || p.js

Perfect Red • park jisung

Who knew the shade of red would look so attractive on a person? So attractive, it drove him mad. The shade of red has never looked so stunning before. Whereas Jisung has a major crush on you and the effect of your gracious look only made him long for you even more.

Pairing: Sociology Classmate!Park Jisung x fem!reader

Other characters: Dreamies, mention of Stray Kids�� Lee Felix, Itzy’s Ryujin and Lia

Genre: fluff, a little crack, maybe a little angst if you look closely, classmates to friends, friends to lovers,

Warnings: a lot of teasing, a few cuss words, a little tension

Word Count:  2,091

A/n: that shade of red lipstick looks stunning on Jisung, so whoever the creator is- pls give them a raise

A/n: I'm ALIVEEEEE

Park Jisung was never fond of looks nor talking to many people. The boy would often listen attentively, or doodle random things on his notebook, or just stare into space. He only talks to his friends, the Dreamies, what people call them.

He wouldn’t pay attention to anyone else. If he was assigned to a group where he barely knows anyone, he would distant himself, only cooperating with them from time to time...

The day you transferred was the day everyone suddenly grew fond of you. Many went to approach you, asking you a lot of things about yourself. You already have a lot of friends even you are very new to the school.

That was until you came not so long ago.

Unknowingly and unwillingly, Jisung kept on looking at you. He notices how your jet black hair sometimes falls off your ear whenever you brush it back. He notices how your eyes sparkle at a silly joke someone made. He notices how you dress nicely every day, either jeans, shorts, or skirts.

“Jisunggie is staring again~~” He felt his seatmate nudge his shoulder. The younger glares at him, not believing once again that he was staring at her.

“Shut up, Chenle. I was not staring.” Jisung grips the pencil in his grasp. Chenle only hums, shrugging his shoulders and an evident teasing smile on his lips.

“As if, Pwark. You’re staring at her far too much these days, it’s quite obvious you have grown an interest in her.” Chenle raises his brows, up and down. Jisung would be lying if he said he doesn’t want to stab them.

“Shut up, I don’t have an interest in her.” Jisung pushes the older away from him, only earning his dolphin laugh.

His laugh echoing in the room, not being minded by the students for it is normal. Jisung puffs his cheeks, stealing another glance at you. He freezes, noticing your eyes on him.

“Not interested in her, hmmm,” Chenle whispers, earning another hit from Jisung.

You wave at him, cracking a sweet smile. Jisung could feel his heartbeat pounding quickly, probably almost ready to jump out of his chest and run towards you for your claim of his love.

His cheeks only become warmer, and his hands were getting sweaty, he looks away suddenly.

He quickly steals another glance, becoming confused when he sees the prominent frown on your face before you look away.

What was that for? Did he do something wrong?

It was another day, Sociology only happens in Wednesdays and Thursdays. It was surely a disappointment for Jisung that he could only see you twice a week, lucky if he sees you in the halls.

“Jisung has a crush~ interesting!” Jeno cheers, waving his soda can in the air. Jisung covers his face, embarrassed by his Hyungs.

“Tell us who it is!” Donghyuck says, slightly slapping the shoulder of Chenle. Jisung glares at Chenle, only for the older to stick his tongue out at the latter.

“Fuck you,” Jisung lets out, earning a gasp from Jaemin and laughter from the other boys.

“Aw~ our youngster has grown up. Look, there she is.” Renjun points on the right, the boys immediately turning their heads to look at the entrance of the cafeteria.

Jisung has never felt so stunned in his whole life of being alive. He felt his breath suddenly taken away by your gorgeous look and your stunning summer outfit.

Your off-shoulder floral white crop top complimented your long jet black hair. Your blue denim shorts have small floral patches that match your top. You looked stunning, and it made Jisung have the urge to just approach you.

However, he was also being driven crazy.

Your lips, your god damn red lips.

Since when did you start wearing lipstick? The shade of red looked brilliant on you. It made your soft and plump lips stand out, almost kissable to say the most.

Jisung licks his lips, curious about how your soft lips would feel in his. Will it be warm? What will your lips taste like? Will your lips feel soft as it looks?

“I’m going back to my classroom.” Jisung wraps his bag around his shoulder, not wanting to be more tempted than he already was.

Seeing your lips move, hearing your honey voice only drove him mad even more. He looks away before you could look at him.

He slams his big hands on the table, making a loud bang which made the boys jump from their seats.

“Jesus- what’s wrong with you?” Mark asks, his bread in his mouth, his voice came out muffled.

It was Thursday, the second day of Sociology, also the second time you would see Jisung in your class.

Having the urge to pull you close to him, wrap his arms around your waist, and deeply kiss you were swimming around his head.

You pull out the lipstick from your drawer, having second thoughts of wearing it after that day. Thoughts of confessing to him flood your head, should you just give up?

His crush on you was only getting bigger and bigger every day he sees you. He was afraid, if he sees you wearing that red lipstick, even more, he would kiss you in an instant.

If only you have the actual courage to talk to him. You always notice he looks away after you look at him.

“Again with that lipstick?” Your turn your head towards the door, seeing your best friend, Felix.

He wasn’t fond of lipstick at all, in a matter of fact, he doesn’t like it on you. He would often say you look better without it, not having the idea it could please your crush on Jisung.

“Shut up- maybe, all I want is to get noticed by my crush.” You say, earning a snicker from Felix instead.

“How about actually talk to him? I thought you enjoy talking to people.” Felix leans on your door frame, staring at you. You sigh, removing the cover of the small white cylinder. The shade of red which you like covers the sponge. Felix let out a sigh, watching you put on the lipstick on your lips.

“You do you, boo.” His deep voice makes you look at him, watching the boy leave your room. You get up from your seat, fixing your black skirt.

The usual compliments and greetings threw at you as soon as you enter the campus. A few friends greet you a wonderful morning until you enter the classroom, immediately glancing at Jisung. You see the blank look on his face, his eyes kept on you.

You exit your room, letting Felix drive you to campus.

You make your way on your seat, preparing the things you need for your classes. You look around, laughing at the loud jokes and silly laughs of the students inside the room.

“y/n!” You turn your head, looking at the boy who shouted your name. You saw Jisung pushing him off his chair instead. The boy let out a dolphin laugh as he gives you a gesture to walk to them.

“Yah! Zhong Chenle!” Jisung cries, making the boy laugh harder. You get up from your seat, walking towards them. The confused look on your face, the soft smile on your red lips, Jisung’s adoration for you grew even more.

“Do you like someone?” Chenle suddenly asks, laughing when he sees the shocked look on your face.

“He’s tall, currently has brown hair, has pretty lips and I wish he would just look at me longer.” Jisung’s disappointed look was replaced with a confused one. He looks at you, only to see you staring at him.

You glance at Jisung who was staring at you, his stare looked unreadable. It looked serious, blank yet his eyes look like they’re saying something.

“Yes, I do. I do like someone, why do you ask?” You show a sweet soft smile, not wanting to make your crush on Jisung obvious.

Jisung lets out a sigh, a soft groan, and the look on his face cries disappointment, and this did not go unnoticed by you.

Suspicions arise in your head. Your heart doing flips, your stomach starting to get full with knots of anxiety, your head was flooded with thoughts.

“I’m just curious, tell me a few hints!” Chenle stayed all smiley, laughs manages to escape his lips.

The boy beside him already radiates gloominess and disappointment. You look at Jisung, his attention on the floor. Chenle’s smile became wider, witnessing what is called a silly crush.

“I better go, I still have things to do.” You say, walking away, afraid if you stay longer, you’ll end up saying your love for him.

Jisung looks at your lips, you were wearing that red lipstick again. That god damn red lipstick, how he wishes he could ruin your pretty lipstick with a kiss.

Your eyes just staring directly at each other until he felt his heart beating loudly again. He immediately looks away, missing the disappointed look on your face.

“What happened there?” Chenle asks, an obvious smirk on his lips. Jisung looks at him, Chenle laughs when he saw the desperate look on Jisung’s face.

“How I wish I could ruin her gorgeous red lipstick,” Jisung muttered, a very loud dolphin laugh comes out from Chenle.

“Put that lipstick on! It looks amazing on you!” Lia Says, brushing the sponge on your lips. The shade of red complimented your eye makeup. The rhinestones under your eyes made the girls’ hearts flutter.

“You look beautiful! This will surely catch his attention!” Ryujin says, laughing as she puts on the last clip on your hair. You let out a chuckle,

Jisung watches people dance to the music being played. The boys having their fun while he was just watching people have fun. He wishes you were here, talking casually with him, keeping him company, maybe even confess his adoration and love for you.

“Why are you alone?” His face sparkles a bit, looking at his side to see you there. The slightly surprised look on your face, your red eye makeup with rhinestones, your casual red outfit, and above all, those red lips on you.

‘I’m just attending the party to have fun, not catch his attention. I don’t even know if he will be there at all!”

Damn, you love that shade. He was starting to wonder if you know its effect on him.

“The boys have their fun. How about you?” He kept his attention on you, unable to remove them from you. You sit down beside him, letting out a muffled laugh.

“My girls also have their fun.” You say, watching your friends dance the party away. Jisung looks at your lips, trying to control himself from smashing his lips on yours, however, that was replaced with temptation when you suddenly smiled at him.

Your smile disappeared from your lips when Jisung suddenly grabs your hand. He gets up from his seat, immediately dragging you to a vacant room. He closes the door, turning around to look at you.

He leans closer, soon letting your lips meet. Your lips were exactly what he thought it would feel. Soft, warm, and satisfying, his urge has disappeared but the need for the claim was still there. He breaks the kiss, a smile on his face when he faces you.

“Do you know what effect you are doing to me right now?” He asks, confusing you, “Do you know how much urge I need to control because of you? Do you know how much those red lips of yours affect me?”

“Or do you need to know the temptation I need to control whenever I see that shade of red on your lips?” Jisung asks, getting no answer from you. Your crush doing this completely killed you, it was insane. Jisung walks towards you, taking your face in his palms.

“I have this crush on you, and your red lipstick has been driving me mad,” Jisung says, your eyes were wide, shocked by the confession of your crush. You crack a small smile, you rest your head on his chest as you wrap your arms around his waist.

“Then wearing that to catch your attention did work. You just never approached me.” You pout, looking at Jisung but the boy only shyly smiles. He kisses your forehead,

“Does his mean we are boyfriend and girlfriend now?” He asks, making you laugh. You nod, pecking his lips.

“Yes, we are now boyfriend and girlfriend.”

[theotherackerman]

My Mind Turns Your Life Into Folklore

My Mind Turns Your Life Into Folklore

COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER: Any recognizable elements belong to Attack on Titan.

NOTES:  Flashback: Mikasa, age 9

Current time: January 4th, Monday

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of suicide and attempted suicide. a character discuss this, the actual act is not mentioned.

Emotional abuse discussed, physical abuse discussed, child abuse discussed.

chapter eight: are we out of the woods?

Levi did not know how people did this. Granted, Mikasa was an easy kid for the most part. She was quiet, she liked to read. She played with her dolls and stuffed animals. She’d sing a lot but Kenny and Levi were used to that.  She didn’t ask for much. She’d occasionally asked Levi to play the piano for her but that was it.

Until today.

Today, Mikasa started at her new school. She had been homeschooled up until today. Winter break for elementary school was now over.

“Just put your coat on,” Levi pleaded with the nine year old.

“No,” Mikasa said as she held onto the staircase railing.

“Come on, you’ve got to go to school. I’ve got to go to the hospital and check on Kenny,” he pleaded again as he tried to wrench her tiny little hands off of the staircase’s railing bars.

“No! I won’t wear that coat! You can’t make me!” She screamed.

Levi looked at the coat in his hands and realized this had been the coat she had worn during the car accident. It was the only coat she owned.

“If I don’t make you wear the coat, will you go?”

Mikasa nodded before releasing her hands on the staircase railing. Well, he wouldn’t be winning guardian of the year for this but if got her to school, he would do it.

“Wait for me by the door,” he told her as he went upstairs. He opened the hall closest that Kenny kept everything in to find a smaller coat for Mikasa but there were none.

Kenny kept everything else but what Levi needed in this moment. He found a cardigan that had belonged to his mother, it would be huge on Mikasa but he would take it.

One car ride later, Levi dropped Mikasa off at her classroom, carrying her the whole way.

“Captain Ackerman, it’s been a while,” Mrs. Springer said as she stood in the doorway to the classroom.

“Mrs. Springer, nice to see you. This is my cousin, Mikasa,” he said as he put Mikasa down. He stayed down at her level. “This is Mrs. Springer, her husband owns the farm with the pumpkin patch. The one your mom and dad take you to every year?”

Mikasa nodded, “will you take me there? I wanna feed the chickens again.”

“I will but you have to go learn with her. I can’t teach you but she can, okay? I’ll be here at 3:15 to pick you up.”

Mikasa hugged Levi. He didn’t know what he was expecting but it certainly wasn’t that. He hugged her back before letting her go. “She’s got a kid about your age. So she knows what she’s doing.”

“Yes, Connie is in the classroom just next door to ours. You can ask him if you want,” Mrs. Springer said as she kneeled down next to Levi and Mikasa. She held her hand out, Mikasa was very hesitant to take it. Mikasa looked to Levi who nodded so Mikasa took Mrs. Springer’s hand.

“You’re doing a fine job, Captain Ackerman. Mikasa will be fine here. If there’s any problems, I’ll call immediately.”

Mikasa sat at the back of class, she didn’t speak much. She liked silent reading because there was not a chance of her getting called on.

When recess came, it was too cold to go outside so Mikasa decided to continue reading.

Mrs. Springer stepped out of the classroom for a moment to run to the bathroom.

That’s when the trouble started.

“She’s kind of a freak,” Daz remarked. “She’s not even trying. Hey! Girl! Stop being weird!”

Mikasa ignored him.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” He said before kicking her desk.

She ignored him and continued to read.

“Leave her alone, Daz.”

“What did you say, Eren?”

“I said leave her alone.”

Daz kicked her desk again.

A blur passed by Mikasa.

Eren had tackled Daz to the ground. “Leave her alone! You’re only messing with her because no one else here will deal with your shit!”

Chaos erupted into the classroom.

Somehow Daz ended up pinning Eren.

Mikasa could not allow this to happen.

Eren had tried to save her.

She leapt from her desk at the same time as the blonde boy who had been playing with Eren earlier.

“Get off of him!” Mikasa yelled as she punched Daz square in the jar while the blonde boy pulled Daz’s shoes off.

“You gotta get a girl to fight your battle for you?” Daz stumbled to his feet.

Mikasa and Eren looked at one another.

Mikasa kicked Daz in the stomach, causing the boy to stumble back.

Eren and Armin sat next to Mikasa during pick up time. She was shivering as the temperature had dropped since this morning. She had wished that she would have worn the stupid coat this morning.

She had been lucky today that everyone had jumped to defend her and Eren. The principle had gone easy on them, that was for sure. Eren’s mom arrived at the same time as Levi and Kenny. Mikasa’s eyes lit up at the site of her uncle. He had gone back into the hospital only days after the accident.

“Heard ya started a brawl on your first day, short stuff,” Kenny said as he messed up her hair.

“Daz kept kicking my desk. Eren was only trying to help! I had to save him like he saved me.”

“Is this true, Eren?” His mom asked him.

“Sorry, Carla. Didn’t know our girl here was…” Kenny started to say.

“Don’t apologize. I’m actually sort of impressed that he fought for another person besides Armin. I keep telling him he needs more than one friend. Sorry he got your girl in trouble and on her first day.”

“No apologies needed,” Levi said as he reached for Mikasa’s hand.

“Alright, Armin and Eren, let’s go,” Carla called and the two boys followed her.

Kenny pulled a bag out from behind his back. “TADA! New coat.” He pulled a green puffy coat f rom out of the bag with rhinestones along the zipper. “You’re gonna be the coolest girl in the third grade with that.”

Mikasa put the coat on. It was warm. She beamed up at Levi and Kenny.

Eren had run back. “This is for you. It’s my lucky scarf. You’re new and I like you, so you should have it. “ He took off the red scarf he had been wearing and wrapped it around her neck. “I like your new coat!” He called as he ran back to Carla.

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Mikasa had changed outfits at least three times before Historia intervened.

“I don’t think it matters what you wear. Remember, you’re doing this for you, not for him.”

Historia threw the closest doors open and began going through Mikasa’s clothes. She pulled out the leather jacket Zeke had given her. Mikasa knew it was actually Eren’s but she didn’t interrupt H istoria when she was putting together clothes. She pulled out a black t shirt dress and black l eggings before going through Mikasa’s shoes.

After Mikasa changed again, Historia instructed her to sit so Historia could do Mikasa’s makeup.

“If I’m doing this for me, why are you doing my makeup?” Mikasa asked.

“Just because you’re doing this for yourself doesn’t mean you can’t show him what he's missing. Actually, I want to make a wardrobe change." Then Historia is back in Mikasa's closet, looking through storage bins. She found what she's looking for and toss it at Mikasa. "Go change."

It's a pair of fishnet tights. Mikasa thinks its too much but there's also a part of her that knows that Historia is right. There's a reason for Ymir's jealousy. So many people saw Historia's beauty but not only in her looks but in the way she carries herself. Mikasa wished she could be like that.

So she stripped her leggings off and put on the tights. Historia was still going through Mikasa's closet, looking for something. Then the blonde girl left Mikasa's room and came back, holding a large makeup case. She pulled out a pallet and a makeup brush.

"Close your eyes," Historia says as she pulls a pallet and brush from the case. Mikasa once again does as she's told. "Have I told you how jealous I am of your perfect skin?"

"Today? No," Mikasa starts to turn red. She's still not use to compliments. Historia has told her this multiple times but it still blindsides her every time.

"Well, you have perfect skin. Don't worry, I'm not doing too much makeup. Just boosting your beauty. Eren Jaeger is not going to know what hit him. Well, besides my fist that one time," Historia laughs.

"Do you think I'm doing the right thing?"

"Keep your eyes closed but open your lips slightly." Mikasa felt a makeup brush running along her lips. "I think, for once in your life, you need to be completely selfish. I think you're doing the right thing because it's what you want to do. Not us, not Eren, or Levi. It's all you, Mika. If Eren is truly sorry, then forgive him. If he's not, I'll break his teeth."

There was a pause before Mikasa felt something wrap around her neck.

She knew what it was.

The scarf Eren had given her all those years ago.

It had been in storage for a year but now, she had it back around her neck.

"Keep your eyes closed. Just trust me."

Historia’s hand slipped into Mikasa and she's pulled across the room. "You can open your eyes n ow."

Mikasa wouldn't know she was wearing make up if she hadn't felt Historia putting it on. The blonde girl did truly what she said she would. The light brown on her eyes and the pink on her lips were just highlights. The fishnets that she hadn’t worn in years made her feel like herself again. Paired with the red scarf, she felt like she could take on the world.

"You are a badass. Remember when that guy wouldn't stop hitting on me at that football game and you flipped him on his back? That girl is still there. I see her when you write songs or work out with Annie. Eren didn't take that girl from you. So today, remember that. Wear your boots with this."

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Zeke and Eren had spent the morning boxing up unnecessary things in the kitchen. Then they moved into the living room to box up the rest of the remaining pictures. When everyone had been here the other day, they had got a lot of it done.

“What time is Mikasa coming over again?”  Zeke asked as he took a bite of his sandwich.

“Four,” Eren replied.

“I will probably leave before that. Give you two your privacy.”

Eren nodded.

“I am proud of you, Eren. You are doing the right thing for both of you. You will have closure and so will she.”

It was strange. Zeke was only ten years older than him but in the last year he had been more of a role model to him than Grisha ever had.

Zeke made a home for him.

He stood by him while also not condoning his actions.

He wanted Eren to get better.

Be better.

But there was no set path about how to do that.

Sure, Zeke had made his opinion known on the whole Mikasa and Armin situation.

He had called Eren an idiot for it.

Eren knew he was an idiot for it.

But Zeke had listened to him.

He had given advice only when asked.

Never pushed him.

Instead, Zeke walked beside him.

Grisha….

He had..

He had pressured Eren.

Go to college.

Get perfect grades.

Do this for college.

Do that.

What do you mean it's too late for applications for that university? I paid for that application. I didn’t? No, you’re lying. This is your fault.

Get a job.

No, you can’t have a job.

I don’t have time to have this conversation.

Take online classes.

These classes aren't good enough

Play guitar better.

Why do I keep raising failures?

I won't be home.

Don't touch me. I do not need pity from a child.

Your mother doesn't understand.

You don't understand.

Why aren't you good enough?

Be better.

Be perfect.

Be a doctor.

Do this.

Do that.

You're a failure.

For Zeke, it had been actions that Grisha had used against him.

For Eren, it had been words.

And the words stuck with him.

Zeke being Zeke poked Eren in the side of his face.

“You are not our father. You are doing the one thing he never did. You are taking responsibility for your actions. I am very proud of you, Eren,” Zeke told him.

Twice.

Zeke had said he was proud of Eren twice.

Eren tried to remember a time Grisha had said he was proud of him.

Eren couldn’t.

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All five girls were in the car to drop Mikasa off at Erens. It was only three blocks away but none of them would hear that argument.

"If this goes bad, we're a text away," Sasha reminded Mikasa as Mikasa got out of the passenger seat.

"I have no problems breaking some bones," Ymir added.

“You’re making her nervous! It’ll be fine, Mikasa. Just go be yourself,” Historia said as she climbed from the backseat into the passenger.

Annie scoffed, “if it’s not, I’ll make the call to Levi to bail us out.”

“Okay, bye! Drive, Sasha before she changes her mind!” Historia yelled.

Sasha nodded before sped off.

Zeke Jaeger was exiting the house just as Mikasa walked up the driveway.

“Eren’s inside, finishing up a song. I’ll unlock the door and let you in.”

Zeke did just that and closed the door behind her after she walked in.

Eren was standing at a table in the living room with his back to the door. It looked like the old kitchen table to Mikasa.

“Okay so how does this sound?” Eren started to play guitar as he looked down at the paper in front of him. “ {lyrics redacted due to copyright} “

Mikasa took a step closer to him. She really did love hearing him sing.

“I can’t decide if after the bridge we should go straight into the chorus or not. Maybe I should repeat that last line. I mean granted, it’s not Mikasa’s bridge,” he said as he turned around to make eye contact with her. His eyes widened and he tripped over the leg of the table, stumbling as he walked away from the table. “You’re not Zeke.”

“I’m not. Sorry, he let me in. I can go…”

“No! It’s fine. It’s 4:00 and we said we’d meet at 4:00. I just...let me go put this down. Sorry, there’s not much furniture. There’s still a couch in the basement if you want to sit somewhere comfortable. I’ll go put this in my room and I’ll meet you down there, okay?”

Was he nervous?

Why was he nervous?

Why was she nervous?

Had letting Historia do her makeup been a bad idea?

Was she overdressed?

She walked down to the basement.

When it had been unfinished, Armin, Eren, and her had made stories of what was down here. Cannibals, bigfoot, sharks, the loch ness monster had all been a part of the stories. Carla got sick of them scaring each other and made Grisha finish it. It became like a second living room.

The large tv and gaming systems were already gone, Mikasa noted. The bookshelves were gone too.

The couch took up much of the room, it was very soft. It wrapped around the room, hugging the walls. Mikasa had spent many nights sleeping on this thing.

Eren came downstairs just as Mikasa sat down.

“It’s a good bridge, “ she spoke up.

Eren sat down on the opposite side of the couch so he was facing Mikasa. “Thanks, I’ve been working on a response to your song.”

Her eyes lit up. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, I mean you called me out on my shit so I couldn’t not respond. It was good though. I liked it a lot.”

“Thanks.”

Silence.

They both looked away from one another.

How should this begin?

Should she just ask?

How should she ask?

Make the decision you’ll regret least , Mikasa remembered again.

“What’s wrong with your liver?” She finally broke the silence.

“Shitty genetics, binge drinking.”

“Why couldn’t you walk because of it?”

“Liver cycles out toxins. When it can’t, your body swells. Mine went into my legs. It hurt to walk, I couldn’t walk. The pain became too much.”

“So what did they do about it?” She asked as she looked over at him. His eyes wouldn’t meet hers.

“Well, they cut a big chunk of it out. It’s regenerating. They’re keeping an eye on it. No alcohol for me, I have to watch what pain pills I take.” He lifted his shirt up enough so Mikasa could see  the scar running along his abdomen. “Now I’ve got this great scar to remind myself of it.” He dropped his shirt back down.

“When did you find out you were bipolar?”

“Couple weeks after the DUI. Zeke had suspected it, being a psychologist, but he couldn’t do anything because I’m his brother. Conflict of interest. He convinced me to go see one after the DUI. He said my drinking was getting out of control, he wasn’t wrong. They diagnosed me. I didn’t want to believe it. I avoided going back until about six months ago. Then it was weekly meetings for therapy and medication.”

She wanted to ask him why he went back but she had a more important question to ask.

“Why did you say those horrible things to me?”

Eren stood up, ran his hand through his hair, paced for a moment, and then sat down.

“You know how my mom found out about Zeke and his mom? She got a letter from Dina, Zeke’s mom. It said Dina was dying and Dad shouldn’t blame Zeke for their failure. Her face….I can still see it.” He looked down, running his hands through his hair again. “You know what my dad did to Zeke? He broke his guitar in front of him! Diana kicked him out because she couldn’t take his anger anymore. I didn’t want to hurt you like that. I realized you and Armin were much better off without me.”

“So all of this has been so you don’t end up like your father?”

“Yes.”

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard, Eren. Well congratulations, you’re not like your father! You’re worse!”

“Will you just listen to me? I told you’d react like this!”

“I am listening to you! You said you were only with me because you wanted to fuck me! You called me a slave, a people pleased. Someone people just use and throw away!”

“You deserve better than me!”

“But you didn’t think that I chose you! I made the choice! Not you! You took my choice away!”

“What do you want me to say? I’m sorry? Is that going to magically fix it? I’m fucked up, Mikasa. I was caught between two parents who fell out of love! Do you know how often they fought? Every night after Mom got that letter. Every single night, I’d go to sleep to my parents yelling then my dad drank and smoked himself to sleep! I didn’t want that for you! Do you know what it’s like in my head? Do you know how often I wanted to die? That I thought the world would be better off without me? How I hear my dad telling me to be perfect, how to be perfect? How I’m still not good enough? I was never good enough for him so how can I be good enough for you? How can I be good enough for anyone?  I was in a hole I couldn’t climb out of. I just wanted everything to be done. It would be easier if I was just gone. I couldn’t kill myself while I was with you. I couldn’t do that to you or Armin. You deserved better than that, you still do.”

He stood up and walked over to her. He kneeled down in front of her. “I see how people look at you. You’re fucking gorgeous. Hell, even Jean would be a better choice than me. He can give you stability, I can’t. Even with medication and therapy, there can still be dark days. I could hurt you worse than I already have.”

Mikasa was crying, Eren was crying.

“I’m sorry, Mikasa. I am. None of this is an excuse. As soon as I said it, I regretted it but I told myself every day that I did the right thing.”

Mikasa reached out, grabbing the necklace that Eren was wearing. She pulled on the black cord until the rings came out of Eren’s shirt.

“Six months ago, Zeke found me in a manic state. Next thing I knew, he made me start going back to therapy. Apparently, all that behavior is pretty standard. They told me it wasn’t an excuse for my behavior, just an explanation. Then everything happened with my liver and that’s it.”

Mikasa held her dad’s ring in her hand before she moved to the other one. It was not one she recognized with the large gold diamond. It almost looked like an engagement ring but why did Eren wear it around his neck?

“If you have this ring, what’s in the box I gave you?”

Eren stared at her for a moment. “I..uhh...did you not read the letter?”

“There was a letter?”

“Yeah, in the box.”

“No, I didn’t. I didn’t know. I just saw the box.”

“Oh. Well there’s a flash drive in it.”

“What’s on it?”

“A song.”

She let go of the necklace. “You wrote me a song?”

“I’ve written several but no. You wrote it, I just...add to it.”

“Oh,” she said, before examining the other ring closer. It had E + M inscribed on the inner band. “Eren, before that were you……”

“Some days, I had highs. I felt like I could do anything. One of those days, I bought that. I even asked Levi if I could propose, right after high school. I was waiting for the perfect moment but it didn’t come. Not until…..I had a date planned and then my dad died.”

“Oh,” she said simply.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I am ashamed and I’m still working on forgiving myself for this. But you wanted to know, so I told you. If you want to leave now, I understand. Like you said, it’s the least I could do is explain everything to you."

Did she want to leave?

No.

She couldn’t explain the emotion she was feeling.

It wasn't a relief to get her answers.

Somehow, it made her feel worse for not recognizing how much Eren was hurting.

“Don’t blame yourself,” Eren said as he poked her in the arm.

“How did you…”

“You’re thinking and I’ve known you since we were nine. Nice jacket, by the way. How’d you end up with it?” He asked as he pulled on the sleeve.

“Zeke gave it to me when we were at the club.”

“Ah, that makes sense.”

She let go of his necklace. “So what now?”

“I...I don’t know. I don’t think we can go back to what we were, right?”

As much as she would love that, she knew that it was just not possible. “No, we can’t.”

“Right,” he said as he released her sleeve.

“Maybe we could be friends again….until we figure it out. I forgive you.”

His face lit up, “yeah?”

“I forgave you long ago, so did Armin. It doesn’t excuse it, you’re right. It is an explanation.”

He sat down next to her on the couch as he nodded.

“Just because you’re forgiven doesn’t mean all of this is fixed. If you want to ever get back to that, then…”

“Do you?”

“....I’m here, aren’t I?”

“That’s enough for me,” he said as he took her hand.

“Eren…” She said as he looked over at her.

“What? You hold Historia’s hand all the time.”

Mikasa rolled her eyes, “you want to work on that new song?”

“Yes! I mean yeah, sure, if you want.”

They went upstairs to see five sets of eyes looking through the open picture window.

They quickly ducked out of sight.

“Oh! Do you think they saw us?”

“Sasha, shut up!”

“Armin! You’re standing on my hand!”

“Oh! Sorry, Historia!”

“Now you’re standing on my hand!”

“Sorry, Annie!”

Eren went over to the window and pulled it up. He stared down at his former friends. Mikasa joined him.

“Oh hey, you two! Fancy see you here, we were just….”Sasha trailed off.

“Spying on us?” Eren crossed his arms over his chest.

“I prefer making sure we didn’t have to murder you or hide your body after Mikasa murdered you,” Ymir said with shame as she stood up.

“So, how are you two?” Armin asked as he stood up next.

“Getting there,” Mikasa said with a small smile.

“Oh, good! I don’t have any money so bailing you out is not an option,” Historia said as she stood up.

“Wait, what?” Eren asked.

“You’ve missed so much, you have no idea!” Sasha stood up.

“Historia got kicked out, Ymir asked Historia out on a real date, Sasha is dating your drummer, and Armin and I are a thing. Oh and we all live with Levi now. I think that sums it up,” Annie with a shrug as she climbed in the window.

“Yeah, that about sums it up.” Sasha followed Annie in and the rest of the group outside did the same.

“I have a front door.”

“Boring as ever, aren’t you, Jaeger?” Ymir said as she was the last one to climb in the window.

“Trying to be,” he gave her a small smile.

“Hey, I get it. My mom was the same, bipolar. It’s not as rare as you think. Just don’t hurt Mikasa again, okay? We’ll stand by her, no matter what. You treat her well, we’ll do the same to you. The moment you step out of line though, I’m taking your kneecaps out. Got it?” Ymir patted Eren gently on the face.

“Y..yeah,” Eren stuttered.

“And Levi will make you fish food! Anyway! What were you two about to do?” She asked as she walked over to Mikasa and wrapped her arm around her.

“Eren was working on a song. I was going to help,” Mikasa said.

“Just like high school,” Armin mused.

“Can we hear it? I mean we never got to hear you two write together, only the end result,” Historia asked.

“If it’s fine with Eren, it’s fine with me,” Mikasa said before walking over to the kitchen table.

“Sure, why not? You’re all already here. Let me grab guitar,” with that Eren went into his b edroom.

“Mikasa doesn’t have sex hair,” Ymir sighed.

“Disappointing, isn’t it?” Sasha countered.

“I thought we raised you right, I guess I was wrong.”

“Where did we go wrong, Ymir?”

“I don’t know, Sasha! We taught her everything we know!”

Eren just stared at both Sasha and Ymir before shaking his head. He stole a glance at Mikasa who was laughing.

He had missed that sound more than anything.

“Alright, so from the top?” He asked Mikasa who simply smiled at him before nodding.

Eren played the first chord.

“ {lyrics redacted due to copyright}. ..and then this goes into the chorus which is repeated a lot. But that’s the opening. Thoughts?” Eren asked nervously.

“You two write the angstiest shit. You both realize it isn’t a competition, right?” Ymir asked as she sat down on the floor.

“Ymir!” Historia scolded her.

“What? I wanted to be entertained and he’s entertaining me. Well, sort of. What’s the chorus sound like?”

Eren looked over at Mikasa again. She seemed to be just as interested as Ymir.

“Nothing good. I’ve only got like four lines.   {lyrics redacted due to copyright} ”

“Just repeat them,” Mikasa said. “You’re over complicating it.”

“I can try,” Eren nodded.

“Alright, Jaeger. Enough flirting with Mikasa, let’s hear the next verse,” Ymir teased him. “Or give me one of your guitars so I can do something.”

Eren smiled. “Alright. I’ll grab you one.”

And in that moment Eren realized, he might just be out of the woods.

[mingishoe]

The Christmas Dinner

Summary: You go to your parents Christmas dinner for work and you two get forced to sit next to each other

Reader x Seonghwa

Fluff and hints of smut 

use of the word “oppa” a few times (literally once)

25 Days of Christmas- Day 5

Word count- 2.3k (unedited)

12-5-19

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You absolutely loved Christmas. It was your favourite time of the year, but this time specifically you dreaded. It was time for your mother's Christmas dinner. You were usually the only non-employee there because your mom usually takes advantage of the fact the company pays and you get a free dinner, which you aren’t really complaining about free food. It was normally a bunch of old guys and middle aged women along with two or three younger people near your age. It was a formal event so you wore the fanciest dress you could find. The dress you decided to wear was a short black dress that went a few inches above your knees. The top of the dress was embroidered with sequins and rhinestones that made your cleavage stand out. You looked in the mirror and saw your curled hair that fell perfectly around your shoulders and your sparkly makeup that would make anyone want to look in your direction. You honestly looked hot, too bad there wasn’t anyone you could fuck in the restroom. Just kidding… unless… anyway y’all were running a little late and it may or may not be your fault. Your family finally arrived at the restaurant and you had to practically run after your parents while wearing heels. You were way behind them since you decided to be an idiot and wear heels. Everyone was now sitting at the long table including your parents. Everyone’s eyes were on you, obviously, because you were running in the room with your heels clicking on the floor looking like a crazy person. You saw the only empty seat was at one of the ends next to a boy you didn’t know. You looked at your mom cursing her for leaving you by yourself. You awkwardly sat next to the boy after giving him a small smile. You immediately took the menu and began looking at it trying to make yourself look as un-awkward as possible. You honestly were too scared to look at anyone because you probably looked crazy. You look up and turn to find your mom but you immediately made eye contact with the boy next to you and you feel your heart stop in your chest. He’s cute. No, he’s perfect. You feel a blush start to creep up on your cheeks and you hear a chuckle next to you, “I’m Seonghwa.” You turn to look at who you know who is Seonghwa, “I-I’m Y/N.” You watched as his eyes scanned you, eyes lingering on your chest. You also took a minute to look him over, he had dark hair that went over his piercing brown eyes. He was so good looking it physically made your heart feel like it was gonna pop out of your chest. He looks back to your face with a smirk, “so, what’re you doing here?” You gestured to your parents, “they dragged me here so they wouldn’t have to make me dinner.” He laughed and even his laugh was beautiful, “Yeah same, except I volunteered to come for the free food.” You made a noise of understanding, “yeah, I did that the first year then my mom thought I liked it so now I’ve been dragged here for the past 3 years. Is your mom or dad new at the company? This is the first time I’ve seen you.” He nods, “yeah, it’s gonna be a year in late January. For the first 20 minutes we were sitting here I honestly regretted coming here. But then, a cute girl came in running in heels and it made it a lot more interesting.” Your heart was beating so hard in your chest, you were sure Seonghwa could hear it from where he was sitting. You looked down and bit your lip to contain your squeal. “Y-yeah… You’re gonna regret it anyways probably. I’m not the most interesting person to talk to.” He was about to respond but got cut off since we had to order. You usually got the garlic roasted spaghetti but now that you’re sitting next to a cute boy, you weren’t gonna do that to either of you. You were listening to the other orders to see if there was anything that caught your interest, but of course you didn't, so you end up getting the homemade ravioli. You and Seonghwa were basically secluded as you two were at the very end and there wasn’t any chairs in front of either you or seonghwa so it’s most likely no one is even noticing either of you. You were getting uncomfortable in the stupid dress you were wearing. You never wore dresses, not even to parties or certain fancy events, but since you were representing your mom you thought it was the least you could do. “So… Tell me about yourself.” You look up at him with a small pout, “I’m not very interesting. I like really boring things to be honest…” Seonghwa was already so interested in you he’d probably think it was cool if you said you collected sponges. “Umm… well, I like watching documentaries mostly ones about history and even the nature ones… like the ones about cute pandas and tigers. I also have a record player and I collect a bunch of vinyls because I like the aesthetic… Umm- I also study a lot about film making even though I really have no interest in actually ever doing it… S-sorry, I’m just rambling now.” Seonghwa thought you were literally the cutest. He knew you for maybe 30 minutes max and he already wanted to give you the whole world. You honestly looked kinda intimidating to him because of how you looked, like your makeup and the outfit you were wearing, but when you talked you sounded so soft and he wanted to cuddle you. “No, it’s okay,” he was looking at you with the cutest smile and honestly you were whipped and you didn’t even know him. “I think it’s cute, you’re cute.” You were blushing hard. It was obvious to the both of you. After a few seconds of just kinda staring at each other you hear your name being called. “Hey babe- say hi to Mr and Mrs Park, they’re Seonghwa’s parents.” Your mom calls to you from a few chairs down. You look to where she’s at and you see people who resemble Seonghwa so you assume they’re his parents. You greet them politely as they do the same. You look to Seonghwa and his cheeks are dusted pink from embarrassment. “Wow~ you’re so much more beautiful in person from the pictures your mom has shown me.” You thank her as she’s giving you more compliments, “you know… you and Seonghwa would make a cute couple, he’s only two years older than you. And he’s been single for quite some time now.” She winks at you and your mom laughs next to her. Poor Seonghwa looks like he’s about to die of embarrassment, his head in his hands and you can see how red his ears are, “you know Mrs. Park, I might just take up on that offer.” You wink back at her and she giggles turning to your mom as they have a little moment. You see Seonghwa peak out of his hands and look at you with wide eyes. Once again he was interrupted by the waiter starting to bring the food to our table. After you get your food you turn to Seonghwa and joke, “look, I’m a really messy eater so please don’t feel the need to see me spill all my food on myself.” He looks between you and your food, “hmm… tempting offer, but I’d rather watch,” you offer a scowl but smile right afterwards. You pick up a ravioli with your fork and you can feel Seonghwa watching you. You awkwardly turn with the food halfway in your mouth, Seonghwa laughs but turns so you can eat peacefully. You two eat in a comfortable silence for a while, “want a bite?” You offer with a ravioli on your fork. He nods and opens his mouth for you to feed him. You put a hand under the fork so you would spill anything and stain his pants, “swoosh! swoosh! swoosh!” You attempt to make the best airplane noises you could while bringing the fork to his mouth. You both start laughing as the ravioli enters his mouth. Seonghwa covers his face as his heart explodes in his chest by how cute you are. He nods in approval as he swallows a mouthful of food. He then offers you a bite of the stake he got. In acceptance you open your mouth and Seonghwa does a similar thing to you but makes cute “boing” noises as he feeds you the steak. You’re attempting to chew the steak with a huge smile on your face. You throw him a thumbs up in approval of his steak. You both fall into comfortable conversation about your life, school, and random things like what your favourite nature documentary is. In a span of around 2 hours you developed the biggest crush on Seonghwa and you don’t know what to do with yourself. You know that probably after this you’re probably never going to talk to Seonghwa again unless your parents decided to play Cupid. You know the dinner is almost over as you can see people starting to finish their dessert and for once you’re wishing it would last longer. You and Seonghwa were sharing a piece of chocolate cake and your mom decided it would be the perfect time to ruin the little moment you two were having. “Come on lovebird, we’re leaving.” You sighed disappointingly as you gave Seonghwa a smile and started to stand up. “Y-you know, Mrs. Y/LN, I drove here by myself and if it isn’t a problem I could take Y/N home sometime later?” You bit your lip trying to hide the smile that was threatening to take over your face. Your mother looked between you and Seonghwa then to your father who honestly just looked like he wanted to leave already. “Is that alright with you y/n?” Your mother asked and you nodded comically sitting back down, “y-yeah it’s fine.” You nodded blushing with a smile on your face. “Alright then, you’re an adult so it’s up to you what time you come home but don’t forget where the key is because I’m not going to open the door for you.” You laughed and nodded as your parents turned to walk out of the restaurant. “We can leave in a minute and go somewhere else, maybe walk around a little bit.” You agreed, 100x more nervous now you know you two were going to be alone. After you both finished your shared dessert Seonghwa told his parents you two were going to leave. You said your goodbyes to his parents and his mom once again winked at you. You grabbed your bag, double checking your keys were in there, and you and Seonghwa walked out of the restaurant. “I know you’re wearing heels, but there’s this really cute park about a block away we could walk to, only if you can if not… I can carry you.” He said smirking. “N-no it’s okay- we- we can walk.” You checked the time, only 9:13, and you made a mental note to not be home past 1am. Seonghwa walked Closely beside you, hands brushing every once in a while. Your feet were lowkey starting to cramp up but you tried your best to ignore it as Seonghwa grabbed your hand to hold it in his. You turned to look at him, he was really good looking. The street lighting were giving him a golden glow along with the coloured store lights that illuminated his face with splashed colours of red, blue, and purple. You felt him pull you closer to him by his side, “careful love, you’re gonna run into stuff if you’re not paying attention to where you’re going.” You snapped your head back to looking forward. You suddenly get a small surge of confidence and you riskily say, “sorry oppa, you’re just too good looking.” You feel his grip on your hand tighten slightly as he chuckles, “L-Look come on love, there’s the swings. Go sit on one and I’ll push you, okay?” You look up and see the park in view. You comply and go towards the swings to sit on one. You feel his hands on your back starting to push you softly on the swing. He was pushing you on the swing when he started to tell you how you interest him, “I don’t really know what it is or why I’m so interested in you,” you don’t really know if that’s a compliment or not but you decide it most likely is and you keep your shut. “But you do, and I understand we’ve known each other for like what? 3 maybe 4 hours now? But yeah I swear I’m not ever sappy like this but you’re honestly the cutest person I’ve ever met and you make my heart wanna explode by your cuteness. But yeah, let me just- stop now because I’m gonna creep you out if I keep going, but I’d really like to take you out on a proper date… if that’s okay with you?” You’re still being pushed in the swing so you can’t really turn to look at him but you agree to the future date you are going to take. This is just the beginning of the long ass journey of you and Seonghwa. And for the first time in 4 years you’re actually glad you went to your mother's company Christmas dinner. 

[bolbianddolanhouse]

BNHA self insert AU

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Chapter 31: Oh Lawd, He Comin’!

What can I say other than life is pretty great! Back to full health, got a boyf, it’s senior year AND life is on track for me. It’s February 6th, day before my birthday but it’s a thursday and I didn’t feel like celebrating other than opening what my parents sent me in my room after school.

-Dinner hour, Hero dorms-

“Guys are we still on for tomorrow?” Kirishima spoke up.

“What’s going on tomorrow?” asked Shinso as he took a bite of food.

“Oh that’s right! You were gone while we planned this” Midoriya perked up “tomorrow is Palma-san’s birthday and we planned a surprise party for her.”

Shinso nearly choked on his food “It is? How come she didn’t tell me?” he coughed a bit “we were hanging out after school today.”

“She says bad things always happen on the day of” Sato recalled “so she celebrates the day before, like last year, she made a really authentic Mexican dinner but with no cake.” He gets giddy “we met her on her birthday, so it’s a special day in itself! I’m making the cake.”

“All of us pitched in to make it extra special” Mina spoke up “we owe her so much for all the help she’s given us, it’s the least we could do.”

“Well now I feel sorta shitty” Shinso sighed “I didn’t get her anything and it’s sorta too late to include myself in the planning.”

“Actually, you can help us bring her up here tomorrow” Todoroki was granted the brain cell, once again “take her somewhere for a bit after school tomorrow and at 6pm bring her here.”

“Wow, Todoroki is on a roll with the ideas” Sero teased.

-After School the next day-

“Hey, I got your text” I trotted up to Shinso at the front of the school “what’s up?”

“A little birdie told me it’s your birthday today” Shinso said as smoothly as possible.

“Tokoyami never keeps his mouth shut” I pouted “guess you caught me.”

“Silly he didn’t tell me” he laughed “I overheard some of the boys last night on what you did last year.”

“Oh hehehe” I blushed out of embarrassment “well, you’d leave without a trace too if you were in my situation.”

“Let’s walk” he grabbed my hand, the gentleness of his fingers going between mine was making my heart race. Half way to the dorms, he stops and turns to me “actually, I have something much more exciting planned” he leans in to whisper in my ear “teleport us to your dorm, I wanna play.” With no hesitation I teleported us to my room, he didn’t give me a moment to breathe before kissing me.

“Hitoshi! So sudden” he puts his hand on my inner thigh “what did you want to play?”

“I want to make out and make you feel good” he runs his hand up and down my inner thigh “it’s your birthday, I need to please my baby” he kisses my neck “won’t you please invite me to play on your bed?” With consent, we climb up to bed and kissed to our hearts content. “Baby~ do you like that?” he rose up from on top of me, leaving me in a panting but satisfied mess.

“I loved it” I squirmed a bit and regained my composure “I just love you.”

 He checks the time, it’s 6:15 “speaking of which, I left something in my dorm for you” he gets up “why don’t you get dressed, meet me at your car and we’ll go somewhere.”

“Won’t you be violating curfew?” I questioned as he picked up his bag to leave.

“Not if we go quickly” he was starting to sweat “just trust me!” 

“Um okay, I’ll be quick then” I say and he bolted off before I could say bye “he’s excited heh.”

Shinso dashes in the hero dorms “Okay so I got her getting ready” he panted “I’m going to walk her in as soon as I finish getting dressed.”

“What did you do? Get in a street fight with her?!” Kaminari exclaimed as he noticed his messed up uniform “you look terrible.”

Shinso didn’t respond, he ran into his room to toss on something believable and run out again. She was at the meeting spot before him. “Oh you beat me!”

“It’s what happens when you have teleport” she paused to see Shinso was panting hard “you good? need some water?”

“No I’m fine! Um, ready to go?” he pat his pocket “ah! I forgot my phone in my bag” he motioned to the dorms “come with me?”

“Sure” they walked up to the hero dorms and took the elevator up. When the doors opened, it was dark, like all the lights were cut. “I have a bad feeling” I stop Shinso from stepping forward “something isn’t right.”

“Oh I BET IT’S NOTHING THAT’S THREATENING” he said as he stepped out quickly “nothing to whip your GUN OUT for.”

“Why are you-” I began to say before the lights came on.

“SURPRISE!” yelled everyone “HAPPY BIRTHDAY PALMA-SAN!”

“Please don’t shoot or hate us” whimpered Midoriya. 

“Oh guys!” I started laughing “and here I was, about to throw down in a dress and boots!” I looked around and saw everyone pitched in to do something for me “all this for me? Yall know how I feel about my birthday.”

“Well this year, you don’t have to spend it alone” Iida said, walking up to me “isn’t it a milestone birthday to turn 18 in America?”

“It is! It means I’m a legal adult” I remember all the implications “I can buy porn, cigarettes, move out of my parent’s house, go to jail, get trialed like an adult and can have intimate relations with anybody older than me and it won’t be a crime.”

“All that at 18?” Mineta was shocked “we gotta wait until 20 for half of those.”

“ANYWAYS! Thanks yall” I desperately wanted Mineta to shut up “for making today special for me, I appreciate it.”

“TIME FOR CAKE!” Sato bellowed as he set a cake on the table “sit here so we can sing to you.”

“Oh theres...cake hehehe” I get nervous as all the flashbacks of getting my face decked in the cake since I was 2 years old “it looks so pretty! too pretty to eat!”

“Come on! Just sit so we can sing” egged the girls as they dragged me to the chair. It was no use, Uraraka used her quirk on me and got me in the chair. “Ok, 1, 2- HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO...” I sat there with a smile but I was panicking inside but also happy to not be alone on my birthday. “YAY blow out the candles! make a wish!” that snapped me out of my thoughts and I tapped out each candle with my fingers.

“What the?” questioned Jiro in near disgust.

“Oh thanks guys!” I sat up quickly “oh look! The Catptain is calling to me” I step aside to walk toward the cat “better pet him!”

As they were cutting cake, some noticed my odd behavior “Hey, did you notice that Palma-san was uncomfortable? I’ve never seen her so dodgy” whispered Ojiro to Midoriya “wonder what set her off?”

“Hmm, it’s not fire or cake” Midoriya starts to mutter “can’t be singing, maybe being the center of attention? No, she’s used to that” he starts to furrow his brow “maybe it’s the fact that it’s her birthday and she's anticipating something to go wrong.” He served a big slice of cake and turned to where she was “Hey Palma-san, I got you some cake!”

“What flavor is it?” 

“Chocolate and strawberry” he tried to coax her to come closer “come to the table, we got gifts for you.”

“Okay... if you say so” she takes careful steps to the table, looking very tense. She gets the slice and a fork and starts eating “Oh this is divine! Thank you Ri!”

“Aww shucks thanks Palma-san” Sato replied to the compliment.

“You look a bit tense” Tokoyami said as he put his hands on my shoulders and started to massage “whats got you worked up?”

“FINE I’LL ADMIT IT!” I huffed and dropped my shoulders “top reason why I don’t celebrate my birthday is because in my culture, it’s customary to smash the person’s face in the cake, regardless of their age” I exhaled “so every year, since I was old enough to stand up on my own, I’ve had my face suplexed into cake by my sister and older cousins” I shudder “I can feel the frosting clogging my nose and gunking up my eyes, I’ve grown to hate cake on my birthday because of all those unpleasant feelings. And I know my family isn’t here to do that to me and yall won’t either but I’m still triggered.”

“Why is your culture, no offense, so fucked up?” Bakugo said as he stopped his bite of cake “I’d demolish anyone that did that to me!”

“And cake time is over hehehe” Kirishima announced as he quickly set his plate of cake on the table “why don’t we have you sit on the couch for presents? Away from the cake.”

“That’s the best plan you’ve come up to date Ei” I said as I finished my cake “you don’t have to tell me twice!” I jumped on Iida’s back “carry me Tenya, it’s my birthday~”

“I can’t say no that” he chuckled as he put his arms behind him to support my legs “to the couch!” He relished in the brief moment of her on his back with arms wrapped around his neck, they were happy and his feelings grew fonder.

They all gathered to give her gifts, begging to open their’s first. She opened the gift the girls pitched in to get her “Oh shit, it’s a vanity set of the perfume I wanted! Thanks girls!” I open Aoyama’s gift “STOP! How did you know I shop this brand of rhinestone socks?! Thanks.” Next the gamer boys “How the fuck y’all got a hold of the bubble gum pink LoL pullover hoodie?! AND a translucent pink controller?! Thanks, yall spoilin’ me!” Next was a few gift cards from Tokoyami, Midoriya and Todoroki, which were very kind of them to give me all coffee shop ones.

“Here, open ours next!” Kirishima said as he handed me the gift “this ones from the rest of us boys.”

“Hehehe alright” I start to unwrap the paper and lift the top of the blank box to see a note on top of tissue paper “to Palma-san, for all the fun times and music you filled the room with, here’s to many more of those days. From Kirishima, Bakugo, Ojiro, Shoji, Iida and Koda. Y’all too sweet” I said as I parted the tissue paper to unveil a Koa wood ukulele “You shouldn’t have! Are you for real?!” I gasped as I was in near tears.

“It was mostly Iida’s idea but we all pitched in” Koda spoke up “we love hearing your music.”

“Well, give it a play!” Bakugo coaxed “I know you got a perfect song to play.”

“I do actually” I picked up the ukulele and strummed it “ooh and in perfect tune already, this is Hey Soul Sister” I start playing and put everyone in a trance with the song “...the way you move ain’t fair you know...” little to my knowledge, Jiro and Iida were recording me “...I want the world to see you be with me, tonight~ “

“That was amazing!” cheered everyone when I was finished. Even the cat was meowing like he was cheering, it brought joy into my heart that I brought together everyone by just giving them a cookie in first year. To think I cried that year because I felt alone, boy did the universe bless me after that! Everyone started to clean up as curfew was closing in on them, I sat on the couch and didn’t dare move as the cat curled up on my lap.

“Hey come you come into my room for a minute?” whispered Iida behind me, like he didn’t want the others to hear.

“Oh sure, let me just warp these to my room” I whispered back as I teleported my gifts and got up. I follow him to his room and he checks if anyone saw before closing the door “Whats up? Why we whispering?”

“I have my own gift I wanted to give you but” he hands me a small box with an orange bow “I was too embarrassed to give it to you in front of everybody, so here, feliz cumpleanos.”

“Hehe you said that funny” I giggled as I opened the box. As I parted the tissue paper, I saw the small picture frame with two pictures in the slots “Tenya, I-”

“It’s a cinnamon wood picture frame with two of my favorite memories with you” he fixed his glasses “the one of the dance the other when we went to the beach. Well, I like all of our memories but these ones stick out the most.”

“Why?” I questioned as I sniffed the frame to see if it was cinnamon bark.

“Because I had the time of my life at the dance and the after dance party” he cleared his throat “and the beach was the first time I ever went with somebody that wasn’t family, let alone stayed to watch the sunset.” He saw me sniffing the frame and laughed “silly girl, you’re one of the most precious people in my life” he pulled me in for a hug “thank you for being my friend, never change.”

“I’m literally crying Tenya” I sniffled as my tears fell “you’re so sweet, all I did was give you a cookie and you gave me so much more.”

He dried my tears “It was a really good cookie” that made me burst out laughing and he just looked at me at peak joy, ‘this is the moment’ he thought to himself ‘she’s so happy, and a kiss to start more happy days.’ As he drew in closer, there was a knock at his door.

“Iida, have you seen Palma-san?” it was Shinso “I had something to give her.”

“I thought she was on the couch with catptain” he lied so I could make my escape “did you check the bathroom?”

“I’ll check, thanks” Shinso said as he walked toward the end of the hall.

“You better go out there” he sighed in relief “wouldn’t want everyone to assume anything.”

“Right! Thanks again!” I whispered before teleporting to the couch. When Shinso came back out to the commons, he looked confused “oh hey, were you looking for me?”

“Yeah I had a thing to give you” he saw the small box in my hand “who gave you that one?”

“The girls” I lied to cover up my tracks “it was part of the set they gave me” I warped it to my room to derail any further questions on it “so what did you want to show me?”

“It’s in my room” he held out his hand to lead me to the room. Once I entered the room, memories of my time in these dorms flooded back “Okay so to be honest, I was told about your birthday literally the night before at dinner. And not going to lie, I felt like shit because I’m your boyfriend and boyfriends should remember these things and give nice gifts” he blushed “so while it’s not a ukulele or a gaming controller, here’s my gift to you” he handed me a re-purposed shoe box “I’m also not very good at wrapping things all pretty.”

“Naw it’s all good” I assured him as I opened the box, there was a small card with cat stickers on the inside of the lid “To Ita, Sweeter than sugar and stronger than Endeavor- May our love last forever, Hitoshi. Aww you didn’t have to” I lean in to give him a kiss then I pulled the sheet of newspaper covering the rest of the items to see a bunch of little things “Oh it’s a box of my faves! But how did you?”

“I had some help from Tetsu and some of my other general ed buddies to get some of the items on their way to school” he pointed to the glass tubes with rubber stoppers “I rolled those myself, took a while to get them presentable enough. I even labeled them” I looked and they were joints in different wrappers and strain combos “do you like it?”

“I love it!” I hugged him “thank you thank you thank you! You’re so observant and sweet.”

“I’m just trying to be a good boyfriend” he hugged back “you’re very special to me, I feel like we’ve been together for way longer and you just make me feel like a prince that fell in love with a warrior princess” he kissed my neck “didn’t think I’d get this far with you but lets keep it this way, loyal and secret.”

“Oh I see, I also wanna keep this love to ourselves and behind closed doors” I agreed with him “you’ll be my best kept secret.”

Time passes and for months we kept our relationship under wraps. Dates consisted of getting coffee and exploring downtown on Sundays but my favorite bonding time were the nights I’d warp in his room. We were happy to have it this way but it seems like a few people were noticing my odd patterns.

-Week before the Sports Festival-

“...can you believe that they let her do the- Iida-kun? Are you listening?” Midoriya noticed that Iida in deep thought.

“I figured it out” Iida muttered then suddenly stood up “I’m going to ask them at the sports festival!”

“What are you talking about four-eyes?” Bakugo furrowed his brow as he was irritated at everyone’s mumbling in the commons room.

“DONT TELL ME!” Aoyama jumped in his seat as he gasped “you’re proclaiming your love to the princess?!”

“Yes I am Yuga!” Iida responded “since they are going to be there to announce and commentate, I’ll win this festival in her honor.”

“Not to be the wet blanket” Momo spoke up from her spot on the couch “but you’ll need a little more than that, what if you don’t place?” the room fell silent “I’m sorry but she did show us that plans and strategies fall apart if we don’t have backups and I was just factoring in on what ifs.”

“You should give her flowers!” Hagakure gasped “I read in this series of my fave manga that the love interest gives a bouquet of flowers in the girls favorite color and the guy’s favorite color” everyone could tell she was trying to do a hand motion but can’t tell what it is “he gave it to her the morning before the guy’s important match and said that it was a promise that they’ll finally be together the moment he wins” she sighed “the guy lost brutally but the girl was like ‘oh I love you anyways, win or no win’ and they got together.”

“You know what, I will do that” Iida was getting pumped up “I won’t hold back anymore, she’ll know just how much I want to be with her.”

Little do they know that her and Shinso were hand in hand at the local shopping square on their date. 

“You two haven’t spent time together since her surprise party” Sero recalled “isn’t it a bit off that she hasn’t bothered Iida-kun for a party invite or pestering?”

“She’s been too busy lately for parties” Kirishima turned his head to face Sero “everyone wants a piece of her and her squad since they’ve been announced as their program’s Main 5. With herself being a commanding officer!”

“Not to mention that she’s been helping us with our next round of physical exams” Mina slipped in her comment “I hope she’s managing well.”

“I hope I’ll be able to catch her sometime during the festival” Iida says as he searches up local flower shops on his phone “I have some research to do.”

~Day of Sports Festival~

“GOOOOOD AFTERNOON! And welcome to UA 3rd year’s Sports Festival live broadcast for those watching at home, and a very plus ultra to the ones in attendance at the stadium!” announced Ita in their very best energy “This is agent 19, announcing and commentating our competitors.”

“And this is Agent 20 co-commentating” Mimi followed up.

“And Agent 21 at the weather tower with the weather and debris update” Jin spoke into his headset.

“And I’m Agent 40 at the pro-hero’s wing with exclusive interviews and updates!” Hansai announced himself.

“And I’m Agent 27 at ground level with the inside scoop on the food vendors and attendee favorites!” Yuka excitedly spoke into her microphone.

“And without further ado, let’s get the opening ceremony rolling!” Ita kicked off the whole event with their announcement. 

“Wow, she’s doing an amazing job” Asui said as they walked with the class to the stadium wing “are you nervous Iida-kun kero?”

“A bit but I am feeling confident!” he puffed out his chest “let’s do our best everybody!”

The first half of the festival happened and it was all fine and well, then lunch intermission was announced.

“I’m fucking starving” Ita said as they turned off their microphone and swiveled her chair towards Mimi “did Jin order the food?”

“He did” Mimi stretched her back “if you want, you can go pick it up from the stall as Jin finishes his weather update.”

“Yeah I’ll go” she stood up and stretched “I’ll be back.” They teleport near the entrance to the vendor’s area and walked down the hallway, unaware of what was waiting for her near the stairwell.

“Oh she’s there” Iida whispered to himself as he ducked behind the wall, flowers in hand “I can do this, I can do this, just say ‘I’ll win this one for you’ and the rest will follow.” He psyches himself up and as he turned to walk to her, he sees Shinso walking into sight from the other connecting hallway and ducked out of sight again but peeking over.

“Hey Miss Announcer Lady” joked Shinso to get her attention.

“Hitoshi! You startled me!” she jumped a bit and giggled “what are you doing here? go eat lunch!”

“I will, I wanted to indulge a bit” he walked up to her and tilted her chin up for a kiss.

“Stop, what if somebody sees?” she harshly whispered after a quick kiss.

“Please, just one really good kiss babe?” he pleaded “I need some motivation to win this.”

“Fine, one kiss” she put her hands on his face “but then I gotta zoot to pick up food.” She kisses him very intensely, oblivious to Iida hiding and watching everything from his hiding spot. “See you later at my dorm?” She said breathlessly.

“I’ll be there, see you then love.” Shinso said as he walked back the hallway he came from.

As she walked away, Iida was in disbelief “I’m too late? She’s with Shinso now?” he said to himself “how could I lose to him!? I saved her life and nursed her back to health...I DON’T GET IT?!” he slid onto his butt and cried that he didn’t say anything sooner. He tossed the flowers in the trash and didn’t speak to anybody about what he saw. The rest of the festival went without a hitch and Iida didn’t place but neither did Shinso.

-Fast forward, beginning of summer break-

Ita warps in Shinso’s dorm “Hitoshi~” she cooed in an almost sinister tone.

“What’s with the tone?” he chuckled as he kissed her forehead “sounds like you have a cool plan to tell me in that cute little head of yours.”

“I do! And I’m so excited to share it with you!” she hopped as she spoke “sit down, it’s gonna be so crazy you’ll need to sit!”

“Okay okay, I’m sitting” he sits on his desk chair as she kneels on the bed.

“Okay soooo you love me right?”

“Yes, more and more each day.”

“And you’re gonna be displaced for work far from home right?”

“Yes, in Taito City.”

“And you haven’t found housing yet?”

“I haven’t”

“Well, I was just approved for guarded housing! And they allow others to share housing for discounted rent PLUS they allow pets!” she pause a bit “and the best part is that it’s in Sumida City, the city right next to Taito! And I’ll be working in Sumida.” she looks Shinso in the eye “will you move in with me?”

“Am I really allowed?” questioned Shinso.

“Yes, I’ll hand you the paperwork to review” she gets timid “plus, I really like the idea of us living together and maybe adopting a fur baby.”

“Of course I’ll move in with you” he gets up to hold her “I’d love nothing more than to wake up everyday to that sweet face” he kisses her lips “I can’t wait to move in.”

“Same! Sometime in October we’ll get the house tour” she sways as she speaks “and by New Years we’ll be moved in.”

“Quite a ways” Shinso starts to ponder “I guess priority is graduating first huh?”

“Yup!” she stops swaying “but I have confidence that it won’t be an issue for us.”

More time passes and nobody but Iida has an idea that Shinso and Palma are dating, but it’s getting harder and harder to hide it.

-3rd year dance, late October-

“You look so beautiful” sighed Shinso as Palma showed him her final look “like a princess.”

“Wish you’d come babe” she pouted as he held her hands “I wanna slow dance with you and just get lost in those eyes.”

“You know being in those crowds aren’t my thing” he kissed her hands “but go have fun, you deserve it after months of hard work.”

“Alright then, I’ll see you later” she tip-toes up to his ear “maybe I’ll drop in to have you help me out of this dress~”

“Naughty kitty” he blushed “don’t tease me like that.”

“Hehehe I’m not joking” she giggled “later Hitoshi.” She teleported off to the dance, upon entering and getting swarmed by the girls, Iida takes notice and walks over once the crowd around her clears up.

“Hey Ita”

“Oh hey Tenya!” she looked around him “who’d you come with?”

“Nobody, I just felt out of place if I was the only one not going” he looked around her “I thought Shinso was coming with you?”

“Shinso? Nah why?”

“Oh I just thought he was your date since you two have been sort of” he was finding the right word to say “attached at the hip lately.”

“Nah we just got a bit closer but nothing serious” she was trying hard not to give away anything “but anyways, I heard that you’ve been eyeing somebody for a while” I playfully elbow him “we’re friends, I can keep a secret, who is it?!”

He walks them toward the table he was sitting at “Erm, it’s not worth saying anymore” he sighed “they’ve made their choice.”

“Aww don’t say that!” I patted his back “maybe it’s not your time yet, plus we’re still young!” she smiled that genuine, encouraging smile “speaking of young, wanna dance?”

He smiled back “Yes, let’s dance” she grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor. The whole time he was smiling and admired her energy, just like how it used to be. And her full attention on him made him feel like there was hope for him. “You know Ita” he said as they were slow dancing “I needed this, I missed this.”

“I missed our quality time too!” she responded “this year really got me busy and I haven’t spent enough time with you.”

“Yea, I think the last time we had quality time was when you were in stasis” he remembered everything he said to her during that time “hey, do you remember anything from your stasis? I talked to you a lot during the time I tended to you.”

“I don’t recall much from that time” she tries to remember “I remember feeling very cozy and bits and pieces of The Secret Garden OH! and somebody stoking my hair while mumbling something.”

“That was me!” his face lit up “I read the rest of that book to you and stroked your hair” a big dumb smile spread across his face “that makes me so happy that I broke through to you in that state.”

“And I’m thankful for that” she looked at his expression and tilted her head a bit “are you sure I can’t pay you back for that time? I know you said no but I want too!” she curled her fingers around his hand to squeeze it slightly “anything at all Tenya, just say the word, and I’ll do it.”

The song stopped and the next song was an upbeat one, giving him a chance to act. He grabbed her by the hand “Come with me outside” he lead her to the side of the venue, where it was away from prying eyes “Okay, you said anything? Even answering a question?”

“Yes anything, ask me Tenya” she was slightly afraid of what and why “what’s on your mind?”

He looms over her “Tell me the truth Ita, Are you and Shinso dating? And for how long now?”

Her blood ran cold and body got clammy, she gulped before speaking “It’s true, Hitoshi and I are dating and have been dating for about 9 months now.” She took a few breaths “but he confessed to me 2 weeks before my labyrinth practice exam and promised to ask me properly when the time was right. We’ve been together ever since and keeping things under wraps since we don’t like all that attention drawn to us.”

It was a bit too dark to see Iida’s face but he had an expression of hurt in his eyes “I ask because I saw you two kissing at the sports festival” he cleared his throat “I just wanted to know since you always tell me what’s going on and seeing that threw me off.” 

“Why did it throw you off?” she asked confused.

“Well, it’s just that Shinso isn’t like Mirio and doesn’t fit a type” he fixed his glasses “I just think that Shinso isn’t your type is all.”

“Not my type? Shinso is definitely my type” she gushed “he’s very thoughtful, kind, respectful and we have so much in common! We even have the same coffee order!”

“Well isn’t that just quaint” he huffed.

“Are you jealous?!” she squinted her eyes at Iida, with her hands on her hips “just because I’m dating him doesn’t mean we aren’t friends anymore! Tenya you’re my chosen family and I want you in my life because you’ve helped me through my worse and lows” she reached out to hold his hand “even if he leaves me or vice versa, you’ll still be by my side, you promised me.”

“I did didn’t I?” he sighed and held their hands together “alright then, but lets spend more time together before graduation!”

“Lets see then” they walk back to the dance “I don’t have any plans from now until graduation, plan something Tenya.”

They spent the rest of the dance talking about plans and times but Iida was still bothered by the fact that Shinso was in fact her boyfriend. He didn’t dare speak about his feelings and start drama. He’s been telling himself that his time will come soon....but when?

-Chapter 31, End-

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Gotta Go My Own Way 3 | Calum Hood

Finally got around to writing this as well! Enjoy loves. Parts 1 and 2. 

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Y/N POV

Calum had been hanging onto me the last couple of days since the awkward incident that ended with me finding Nia and Calum in her dressing room getting a little too cozy. Was I complaining about the few extra minutes spent cuddling on the couch before heading out the tour bus door to set up for the venue? Was I complaining about the few extra forehead kisses that graced my skin before he left my side for an hour and a half to play his set? No, of course not.

But I am complaining about his reasoning.

I know he’s only doing it to make up for whatever happened that day in the dressing room. I may have walked in on an awkward moment, but I didn’t know anything that happened before that. It was all up in the air, for speculation. 

Nia still paraded around as if she won a prize at the county fair all on her own. Her smile shined brighter, her eyes gleamed with pride, her stride was long and stretched, and her clothes, it seemed, got shorter and tighter with each show. She would often drag Calum with her to Mr.Jackson to talk about the show night before we even start packing up, in an attempt to make Mr.Jackson like him more. Or so I’m concluding.

She didn’t pay attention to any of the other boys as much as she payed attention to mine, and they all could see it, along with the flames in my eyes when she’d dare touch him or look at him a certain way. So right now, with a guitar in his arms, his knees touching mine, and me holding a pen and notepad, we begin to write a new song that would debut in two show nights. Calum preferred to be the main song writer of the group just because it was his way of releasing all bad energy and turning it into something that would be useful for the world and the people in it. Of course the other boys helped out too, but tonight was just my man and I.

“So, show me how the chords work with the lyrics again?” I asked, bringing the pen against my lips and leaning my elbows on my knee.

“It’s...taking every breathe away, with all of the mistakes I’ve made, from all the letters that I’ve saved, this is everything I didn’t say...” Each strum was a different line of lyrics which he played so beautifully. Normally fans would just think he stuck to the bass and some vocals, but Calum was more diverse than that. He knew how to play the guitar fairly well, he practiced the drums every now and then, he can play the piano beautifully but is still learning, knows how to harmonize and sing from his heart, and knew how to work some meaningful lyrics together. I admired him before thinking of the perfect lyrics to follow.

“Oh! How about...’I wish I could’ve made you stay, but I’m the only one to blame’...’I know that it’s a little too late, this is everything I didn’t say’.” I smiled triumphantly scribbling down the messy lyrics. They sounded better than I had ever expected to come up with, so I had to write fast to make sure I didn’t lose the magic. Calum smiled along with me, rubbing my knee comfortingly and began to strum the chords with the newly made lyrics to make sure they flowed, which they did. 

“You’re becoming a real music genius babe, bringing you here with me was probably the best decision I ever made.” He held my hand in his looking me dead in the eyes with a certain sparkle to them. I gulped before putting on a faker no teeth smile, nodding along with him. Something about this ‘compliment’ didn’t sound as genuine as his usual compliments were, but almost as if it was rehearsed, like he knew he was going to end up saying something along those lines eventually. But I swallowed back the thought and leaned forward, setting a sweet kiss on his plump pink lips before picking up the pen and notepad to write more.

“Okay so, first verse and chorus is done, now let’s get started on the-” The door whipped open almost hitting the back wall, revealing the witch that is Nia. She wore really tight black jeans that obviously showed off her bubble butt of an ass and a cropped black and white stripped top, trying to accentuate her A cup boobs. I huffed and slammed down the notepad and pen on the table in front of us and leaned back into the couch crossing my arms.

‘This outta be good.’ I whispered to myself.

“Calum come on! Mr.Jackson needs to speak to you about exciting news!” Without even paying attention to me, she took the guitar from his arms and set it down, then grabbed his arm forcefully and yanked him off the couch.

“Wait about what? I’m busy here if you couldn’t tell.” 

“I don’t want to give anything away it’s just important so c’mon!” He planted his feet on the ground, turning back to give me a sad look in his eye, as if he was telling me there was basically nothing he could do about the situation unfolding before us.

“it’s fine, just go. I’ll be here and we’ll finish the song when you get back.” He nodded his head with a half smile and Nia rushed him out of the door with that stupid big smile on her face.

I leaned forward with my head in my hands, sighing, and then running them down my face in frustration. I looked over at the lifelessly guitar and contemplated trying to learn how to use it to try and finish the song myself, seeing as I didn’t know if Calum would be coming back any time soon.

I picked it up in my hands, unsure of where to place them, but I just thought back to watching Calum play it and tried to copy his movements. I placed my fingers on the strings that I remember him laying his on, and pressed really hard to make sure they were secure. But for some reason, when I strummed, it only created a huge vibrating noise that I know wasn’t right. I quickly stopped the noise and bit my lip hoping nobody heard that awful sound. I groaned once more, still trying to press my fingers all the way down, not even noticing someone by the door watching.

“You have to cut your nails.” I jumped and nearly dropped the guitar on the ground, pieces of my hair falling in front of my face blinding some of my view. The blonde boy smiled at my state, and I sighed putting a hand to my heart.

“Oh god Luke, you gave me a fucking heart attack.” He came into the room, taking the guitar from my hands and sat next to me placing it in his own.

“And what about the nails?” I asked.

“They’re too long, you need to cut them so you can use the tips of your fingers which hold the strings down better.” I looked down and widened my fingers to look at my 4 day old acrylic set. I pouted at my pretty nails, knowing that if I did eventually want to learn how to play I’d have to take them off.

“These are acrylic, they’re fake nails, I’d have to get them removed.”

“Well that’d be a shame wouldn’t it? They’re very beautiful.” He said, admiring my silver glitter coffin shaped nails with a rhinestone placed just ahead of the cuticle. I slightly smiled, then turned to face him grabbing the notepad and pen once more.

“So, struggling with the new song huh?”

“Yeah, and you know Calum, he doesn’t want anyone writing unless he wants the help. So I’m stuck here with a half finished song, a useless guitar, and an empty room with no entertainment of any kind.” I huffed, looking down at he and I’s progress.

“Yeah, I saw her run out with him a few minutes ago. Then heard that awful strum you made, and decided I should come in here and help you.” I covered my hands with my face shielding myself from embarrassment. Welp, I guess someone did here that noise.

“Oh no, you heard that?” He nodded and smiled, removing my hands from my face. His bright blue eyes were determined to find mine, and he held my hands in his for a few seconds just looking at me. I felt a spring in my stomach that told me to pull away, so I did. I pulled my hands back and cleared my throat while flattening my top to make it look like I pulled away to fix my clothes, and not because I was feeling uncomfortable with how close we are.

“Luke I don’t think it’s smart of you to help me, this is Calum and I’d project and knowing him he’d have a fit if someone else wrote on it.”

“Oh come on, Calum’s my best friend. He’ll understand that it’s my way of helping out and being a real part in the music making process. Plus, I do have to know the song to perform it soon am I right?” 

“Fair enough Hemmings.” I bit my lip smiling, then shrugged his shoulder with my elbow. “You’re strings and I’m lyrics. Let’s get started.”

45 minutes later...

Luke and I sat on opposite sides of the couch, our legs entangled, slight giggles in the air as we looked back on events that have happened throughout these last few weeks of touring. The song was finally finished and sounded pretty amazing and still held it’s intended message that Calum wanted it to have, so we had some time to kill. Calum still wasn’t back yet from whatever Nia pulled him to.

“Oh my god and remember last week when you fell on stage and got tangled in the guitar cords!” I laughed loudly to him.

“Hey! That wasn’t my fault, I got distracted by a very pretty girl and just lost all sense of control.” 

“Ooooo so this is a fan?” I asked eyeing him with a smirk.

“You’ll find out soon, don’t be so pushy.” He crinkled up some of the yellow lined paper and threw it at my face catching me off guard. I opened my mouth wide and gasped, getting up from the couch.

“Oh no, now you’re gonna get it Luke.”

“Whatcha gonna do about it loser?” I looked around to find a weapon of choice, and with a devilish look in my eye, I grabbed the small grey pillow from the couch and began smacking him with it. His high pitched laugh rang through the walls, causing me to laugh uncontrollably. His hands tried to cover his face but they were not match for my forceful smacks. In between the time I started hitting Luke and now, Calum stood by the door of the room, resting on his right side just staring at the scene in front of him. I looked up briefly to wipe hair out of my face and caught his eye. The laughter quickly died, his stare becoming intense and he gripped onto his biceps harder with crossed arms. 

“Hey babe, we were just messing around for a little while waiting for you.” 

“I see you finished the song.” He nodded toward the full page notepad paper with black inked lyrics on it, and I mentally face palmed myself. I knew finishing the song was a bad idea and I knew it would upset him to finish a song so near and dear to his heart, especially since I finished it with his best friend.

“Yeah, Luke helped. It came out really good I promise, do you want to hear it?”

“Just save it, I’ll look at it later on tonight. I’m going to get ready for our set, which is something you should be doing too.” His chin jutted out at Luke, who was now standing beside me and he nodded at Calum. He scuffed before exiting the doorway, and I let out a long awaited breathe. Luke’s arm snaked around my neck and brought me into a warming hug, setting his chin on top of my head.

“Ugh, I knew he was going to be mad. I should’ve just let it be.”

“No, it needed to be finished by tonight so we could play it tomorrow. And if Calum had come any later there would’ve been no time so you did a good thing he just doesn’t see it right now because he’s mad that it’s not fully his work.” I looked up at Luke to find those same bright blues staring down at me. I only shrugged my shoulders.

“I guess so...”

“And hey, it was fun just the two of us hanging out again. I haven’t really spent any time with you since Calum decided he needed to be attached to you every second of every day.” I laughed slightly and hit his chest.

“Shut up Luke, you’re my best friend there’s always gonna be time for you.” His lips immediately formed a straight line and a sharp breathe came out of his nose.

“Yeah, best friends...” My eyebrows furrowed at his response to me calling him my best friend, which was weird because...that’s what he was. Part of the reason I’m here is because Luke doesn’t trust any other female to keep him in line besides his mom, so having me here helps him forget sometimes that he’s away from home and keeps him from feeling homesick. I’ve always called him my best friend, I’ve always called him my brother, but he never responded this way where it seems as if he’s unhappy we’re in that type of relationship.

“I’m going to set also, see you on the sidelines dork.” He fluffed the top of my head messing up my hair before dashing out of the room, leaving me with my mouth open and a chuckle to follow. That boy is something else I tell ya.

Calum’s POV

Nia pulled me into a room with a big circle table and a bunch of people a part of their management team surrounding it, including Mr.Jackson. They all smiled as they saw me, and Nia practically plopped my down next to her in a chair, pretty harshly I might add.

“Calum, we’ve brought you here to discuss some possible new opportunities for you after this tour.” Mr.Jackson asked.

“Uh-uh, like what sir?”

“Well, seeing as you’re very talented on multiple instruments and can hold a tune very nicely, we were wondering if you’d like to record a song with Hey Violet!” Nia was holding my hand still at this point with a huge smile on her face, and it started to creep me out so I drew my hand away. With a confused look, I asked, “That sounds incredible Mr.Jackson, but what about the rest of my bandmates? We’re kind of a package deal if you couldn’t tell.”

“See, that’s where this whole discussion is going. That wouldn’t get to be a part of it unfortunately, it’d just be you Calum. You and Hey Violet.”

“But why? What’s the point of only having one member of a band sing, with ANOTHER band, it just doesn’t make sense to me.”

I saw Nia give Mr.Jackson a deadly stare from across the table from the corner of my eye, and he shook underneath her gaze. His hands clasped together and he drew out a shakey breathe before looking up at me again.

“We, uh...we just believe that you have the talent to be the solo sound of this next single. Not that the other boys don’t, it’s just that they wouldn’t have the correct sound that you have for this song.”

“Well I won’t do it if they’re not a part of it. They’re not just my bandmates, but my brothers. You can’t just rip us apart and expect one to backstab the others. We’re in this together, so no, I don’t accept your offer.” I stood up to leave this ridiculous conversation, but I felt Nia pull me back down with his hand gently this time.

“Calum, Calum please, just hear them out...” I huffed and rolled my eyes, sitting back down again to face these outrageous people.

“Just think about it okay,’ he passed me the contract that would sign my vocals and instrumentation over to them for this single only, and I eyed it suspiciously, ‘you don’t have to make a decision until the week before the tour ends. So, take your time with it, I know this is a big thing to think over.”

“Can I tell my bandmates, or my girlfriend?”

“We all think that this should stay between just us in this room for now. It’ll be very new to them so I don’t want them along with Y/N to freak out about it.” I shook my head, and just uttered a quiet okay, before they all went on to discuss more in depth of what this offer entails. 

The whole time I kept my head down, my mind racing with the millions of downsides that go along with this offer. I’d lose my best friends and the band we’ve created together, I’d lose my girlfriend and her support, I’d lose the opportunity to experience any of it with them. There was so much to go over, and so much to think about before I made a final decision.

Hope you all enjoyed! The next chapter will leave y’all hanging on for dear life I promise. So many twists and turns to come! :)