#but also i remember people in chat commenting on how LOUD my alerts used to be so they used to be audible lmao

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[chaoticevilbean]

An (Un)Official List Of Things Only Anakin Skywalker Can Do

Originally written by Ayala Secura

Blow people up with his mind on accident

Anakin expressed concern over his lack of emotional control. He gave many examples of normal problems that can arise from this. He then casually added one that is not common, usual, or even plausible for known Jedi. From his recollection, he would often cause beings who enraged him to spontaneously and violently combust.

I did my best to reassure him that such things were considered unusual, but weren't reason for him to be fearful. At the time, I simply didn't wish to increase his worries. I did maintain that the exploding of beings is very bad, and that he should work on finding ways to productively release such strong emotions.

I apologize here for the "renovation" of the hangar. (Secura)

Hear as far as the length of the Temple (without meditation)

Amendment: Hear as far as the diameter of Coruscant (without meditation)

Anakin once again was expressing concerns over his lack of control. He also complained that it was causing him headaches. Upon my questioning, he explained that he could hear the younglings playing on the other side of the Temple. I tested this by having us stand on either end of the longest part of the Temple we could reach. I asked if he could hear me (without a comm) and he responded that he could (using a comm).

Later, when he was still within the Temple, I found myself on a mission with my Master. It was not a very rushed assignment, and I began humming. Upon my return to the Temple, Anakin asked me if I knew what song it was, humming the exact tune I had. Apparently, he had been walking with his own Master and had heard me, though he hadn't been focusing enough to identify what he was doing. (Secura)

Smell differences within water despite being a non-variant Human

Smell differences within air despite being a non-variant Human

He accompanied me to the Room of a Thousand Fountains. It was a normal walk through the gardens, until we came across one of the smaller ponds. He commented that someone had cleaned it recently. When I asked how he knew, he explained that it smelled different.

He and I were sitting within his quarters. We were simply chatting when he complained that someone had messed with the ventilation without alerting him or Knight Kenobi. He could smell the air was slightly different than before. As he put it, the smell wasn't the problem, but the lack of communication was.

Both instances, he couldn't elaborate on what exactly the smells were, nor how he knew what each one meant. He simply knows these things. When tested with some other Padawans, the only ones that came close to knowing such things were Nautolans, out of a base group of 15 species. The experiment is listed in the Archives as Liquid and Gaseous Change Detection. (Secura)

Eat death sticks without consequence

Both of our Masters brought us to the lower levels in order to fulfill a mission. Anakin and I were left in a corner booth, with instructions to remain there and cause a commotion if someone attempted to harm or harrass us.

I looked away for TEN SECONDS. Ten seconds, and he was being offered a death stick by a clearly intoxicated individual who had no sense of what should and shouldn't be given to a barely ten-cycle-old. Anakin had no experience with such things. He had no idea what he was being given, and managed to get instructions to pour the liquid into his fizzyglug within the fleeting moment I was not paying attention.

He consumed it, chugging the liquid when I attempted to order him to stop, and then take it from him when he didn't listen. The individual who gave him the death stick had the sense to begin to panic, finally realizing Anakin's youth. However, Anakin finished off every drop with nothing but a smile. I got our Masters attention, but even after taking him to the nearest medcenter and runnign multiple scans, there were no signs of any harm. I have received significant therapy for that event, and Anakin has since been informed to not take anything from strangers. (Secura)

Generate electricity on levels that a (non-variant) Human cannot perform (without a health declination)

He was making his hair do that weird static thing that Human hair does every time he got excited. He also kept causing screens and pads to glitch or turn off whenever he picked them up while in a similar state. A solution of temporary insulating gloves and frequent reminders helped him gain control. (Secura)

Communicate words through the Force with minimal bonding

Amendment: No bonding is necessary for this form of communication, and is possible within the expanse of the Temple

Amendment: Communication is possible over most distances

He asked me if Aayla was available to study (with the Force) because his mouth was full and he'd already been told off that day. (Vos)

Skywalker told me that my Padawan was experiencing a panic attack from across the Temple. No bond existed between us before or after the interaction. (Fisto)

Skywalker informed me of a mission delay over several systems. He explained later that he was attempting to prevent his Master's worry about informing the Council and knew I would inform the other members for Kenobi. (Windu)

Consume raw meat (without a health declination) despite being a non-variant Human

Nervous to eat lunch alone, he was. Asked to eat together, I did. Showed him the kitchens, I did. Ate five live frogs, he did. Proud, I am. (Yoda)

I handed him a rodent I had found within my quarters, asking him to hold it so I could call someone. I was going to call a being who could help me prevent further instances and get rid of this rodent. I needn't have worried about relocating or disposing of the creature, though. I remember hearing a loud squeal, then turning to find Skywalker trying to tear away the fur of the rodent. He had no notion that it was an unusual habit for a Human. (Ti)

Jump into the Temple vents without using the walls

Amendment: Without using any aid

Amendment: Jump in/out of the Temple vents and on/off obstacles of similar height without any aid whatsoever

He's proved this multiple times over various training excercises, and occasionally his attempts to avoid said excercises. There's footage of it from the Temple's cameras. He has no regard for safety when it comes to jumping off of ledges, cliffs, or roofs/out windows. Caution advisory does nothing. (Kenobi)

Send emotions through the Force without a bond

Amendment: Send emotions without a bond, over great distances, with extreme precision and without any meditation or prior preparation - such emotions will likely be magnified upon reception, and can cause fainting, among other symptoms

Upon the death of notable Jedi Master Pak'll Tiffn, I had decided to participate in their culture's traditional week-long mourning practices. Near the end of this, young Skywalker asked me why I seemed so "down". I explained my grief at the death of Master Tiffn, and he continued to question me on the cause of my "distress". When he discovered I had technically finished the practices an hour before, he sent such a strong wave of excitement to me that I found it hard to not smile for the following three days.

I also found myself wishing to work on starfighter engines, which I attribute to the excitement being of Skywalker's creation. (Tiin)

I had a migraine while on a mission. Skywalker sent me a wave of comfort that caused me to pass out. He has since been informed that he should not interact with Jedi in the field unless he is certain they are in a safe enough position to do so. (Windu)

Accidentally cause plants to grow at a visibly accelerated rate

Anakin fell asleep in the Room of a Thousand Fountains while attempting to meditate. Upon my arrival, I found the grass already past my knees in height, and several nearby shrubs beginning to flower. I write my apologies here to the caretakers of the Room, and express my gratitude that none of you commented on it. (Kenobi)

Accidental levitation whilst walking

Amendment: Accidental levitation whilst walking, running, and other movement in which one is not standing/sitting/lying in a singular place

Witnessed during sparring practice with Master Kit Fisto and Master Ki-Adi Mundi

Bypass shielding enough to receive a clear perception of a being's emotions

I was working through some guilt over a recent mission and the requirements to fulfill it. Anakin walked over and did his best to comfort me without any understanding of why I was feeling that way, but knowing exactly what I was feeling. Throughout our entire interaction, my shields remained firmly in place, and strong enough that he really shouldn't have been able to even know where I was.

Oh yeah. He came from across the Temple to find me. He bypassed my shielding from across the Temple, without realizing his actions, and did so with better precision than a fully trained Master. (Vos)

Carry items of any weight without strain from channeling

According to Skywalker, the only trouble he has with lifting all the furniture in his quarters is he has to focus on the act while also looking for his missing holopad. (Koon)

(regarding previous entry) Reminds me of the time he lifted all the ships in Hangar 6 in order to find a single wrench, which was in somehow within the vents. (Billaba)

Cause a building-wide power outage from a nightmare/vision

Incident recorded as Padawan-induced. (Nu)

Bite through beskar when curious

Taste the strength of metals

Skywalker is no longer allowed in the forges without someone actively supervising him and him alone. He saw a piece of beskar I had managed to aquire. He was curious about the ore, due to it being unknown to him. I caught him with it in his mouth like some youngling sneaking a cookie. Apparently it tasted really strong. I thought he meant the taste was pungent, until he said that even durasteel didn't taste as strong. (Ria)

Heal minor personal wounds immediately, within a few seconds and without discernible energy usage

Heal major personal wounds immediately, up to halving recovery time and with lessened energy usage

Incidents recorded in mission reports including Skywalker (Nu)

Accidentally mind trick crowds of 20 or more

Amendment: Untested limit of how many can be affected, although the effectiveness of the tricks varies between individuals, and can reach up to 50 beings (recorded)

Note to all those who may serve a diplomatic mission with Skywalker: he can safely diffuse mobs, protests, and other upset crowds. He will need time to calm his own emotions afterwards, as it is (theoretically) his increasing anxiety that causes such effects. (Fisto)

Learn a language after hearing it only once

Amendment: Anakin will not know this is happening. He will simply begin to speak the language back at whoever spoke it to him.

Incidents recorded in mission reports including Skywalker (Nu)

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

All Jedi are now welcome to add to the (Un)Official List of Things Only Anakin Skywalker Can Do. All editors are asked to put some form of a source, even if such source is simply a page-long rant about Padawan Skywalker's habit of not checking if a substance should be poisonous to him (condolences to Knight Vos).

Please also include some sort of identifier to connect each edit to the being(s) who created them.

Sincerest gratitude and condolences to all Jedi who find themselves editing this file. (Secura)

[lihikainanea]

The Accident - Part 2

Oh, hi there. Do you like...need something? Are you waiting on me for something? Whatever could it be? 

:-P

This is one of my longest pieces for them, Parts 1 and 2 clocking in at somewhere around 17,000 words.

Tiger has a car accident and has some pretty lasting damage.

Trigger warnings: there’s mention of a car accident, a few broken bones, and of course, the after effects of the accident. I didn’t go into detail on any of it but as always, if you think I missed a trigger or if you’re not sure and have questions before you read, just shoot me a line :-)

This one was a long time coming so I hope you enjoy. Thank you all, from the bottom of my heart, for being so loud about it when I needed the support and encouragement to finish it.

Part One is here.

Thank you guys, for loving these two idiots as much as I do. Enjoy, and be loud if you love it xoxo

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You swore that you had never seen any of these people before in your life. You knew that Bill had spoken to them beforehand, warned them that you looked a little banged up and that you wouldn’t recognize anybody, and while part of you was annoyed the other part was pretty thankful. He hadn’t mentioned it to you, but he had also warned them that you got frustrated and overwhelmed pretty easily, and that you still couldn’t handle loud noises or bright lights. No music, no loud conversations, no coming at you from all angles. They promised him that they would keep it small at the beginning—just the close group of friends—and they would set up quietly in the living room for at least an hour, just chatting and answering any questions you may have before other people arrived.

“There’s going to be eight people when we get there,” he had told you in the car, “The rest will come after.”

“I’m nervous,” you admitted softly, fidgeting with your coat, “I want so bad to remember people.”

“You won’t kid,” he said. He had meant it kindly, but you bristled. He sighed.

“Tiger listen to me,” he put the car in park and turned to you, “If at any point you want out—for whatever reason—you say so, okay?”

You nodded, but it wasn’t enough for him.

“I mean it,” he brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, “Just look at me and like…tug your ear or something. Say pineapple. Anything. Just give me a sign and I’ll get you out, deal?”

He held out his pinky.

“Deal,” you mumbled, hooking your finger around his.

“Seal it,” he commanded. He held his thumb out to tap yours, but instinctively you leaned forward and pressed your lips softly to his. When you pulled away, you were both wide-eyed.

“I’m sorry,” you stammered, “I don’t know why I just did that.”

“No no, it’s okay,” he grinned wide and happy, “That’s uh, how we used to seal it. Good job, kid.”

“Right, of course we used to kiss to seal it,” you sighed, but there was some humour behind it, “Look bud, maybe there’s still a lot I need to learn about us, but it sounds like we got some shit we need to figure out.”

His wry smile ended the conversation, as you unbuckled your seat belt and took a deep breath.

Your friends were incredible about the entire thing. The music was on very low when you walked in, nobody rushing to greet you but instead saying a polite hello and giving you space. Bill took your jacket from you, hanging it up in the hallway closet before leading you to the living room. Your friends were gathered there—sitting on the floor, on the sofas, on chairs placed across the room. You wondered how to break into conversation, but Bill eased you into a chair and put a hand on your shoulder.

“So we figured it would be helpful,” he started, “If everyone just re-introduced themselves to you. These are our closest friends, tiger.”

You surveyed the group, kind faces and easy smiles staring back at you.

“That would be great,” you gave a sheepish shrug, “I’m sorry, I don’t remember any of you.”

Your comment wasn’t met with judgment, and thankfully you noted that it wasn’t met with pity either; just understanding nods and reassuring smiles. Bill took a seat next to you and you shot him a grateful look, but there was a clambering as someone—a guy, not as tall as Bill but still somewhat handsome—dove for the seat on your other side. He smiled at you but it instantly made you uncomfortable—something in the way he leered, the way he kept his gaze fixated on you, struck a bad chord. You shrugged it off, focusing on the person speaking as they went around one by one to introduce themselves. They told you a bit about who they were, how you had met, what they did in life. You snickered at some of the memories of you they shared, looking to Bill who would nod in confirmation that it did indeed happen.

But sure enough, when it came around to the man on your right, as he introduced himself he placed a hand high on your thigh and squeezed. You stiffened immediately, a jolt of discomfort shooting through you for a reason you couldn’t name, and you grabbed onto his wrist and lifted it from your leg.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said curtly, placing his hand back by his side.

Not wanting to overwhelm you or make you feel like you were the centre of attention, after initial introductions were made, the small crowd dispersed to mingle amongst themselves. You chatted with a few of them and your heart swelled at how kind they seemed to be—you felt safe. Nobody was judging you, nobody looked worried or anxious around you, nobody regarded you strangely when you would ask them for details about your own life. Bill always stayed in your line of vision but didn’t hover, even allowing himself to relax a little when he heard your laughter ring crisp through the air.

It was only when you took a small break from chatting; when your stomach rumbled so you headed to the snack table, grabbing a chip and scooping it through the dip—that you heard him call out.

“Tiger wait!” Bill said rushing to you. You paused, your mouth open in preparation for a bite, your hand stilled in mid-air.

“What did I do?” You asked cautiously. 

“You hate green onions kid,” Bill said. You looked at the chip, drenched in the dip and absolutely smothered in green onions.

“Maybe—” another male voice rang out behind you, and before you could even turn around there was an arm around your shoulder, “Maybe we let her decide what she likes, for once.”

It was the same guy as before, the one who just seemed a little too close or a little too forward. It was the first time you had ever seen Bill actually look mean—his shoulders squared, he stood just a little taller, his jaw clenched and the glare in his eyes was terrifying. You didn’t remember who this guy was, you honestly couldn’t say how you had felt about him before—but in that moment, you hated him. You hated him just for the sheer reaction that he seemed to incite in Bill.

“Try them,” the guy coaxed, knocking your hand gently, “You’re a whole new girl now. Maybe there are things you’ll start to like, some things you’ll stop liking too.”

Bill’s jaw ticked. You watched his reaction carefully, how alert he seemed, how angry he seemed—and you trusted it. You didn’t know why, but you did.

“Okay, first of all,” you grabbed the guy’s arm, lifting it from your shoulders, “First of all, I trust Bill. I hate green onions. Second of all, stop touching me.”

“I’m sorry,” he replied, “We used to do this all the time.”

You didn’t look to Bill for confirmation—you didn’t need to. If you had, you may have seen the way his fists clenched, the fire that flashed in his eyes. But it wasn’t even necessary.

“I doubt that,” you snapped, glaring at the guy. He huffed a little, gave a cocky smirk, before turning and getting lost in the small crowd.

“Thank you,” you said to Bill, and his shoulders relaxed as he let out a breath. Still holding the chip in your hand, you grabbed his arm and dragged him to an empty room, closing the door behind you.

“Tiger is everything—“

“I still want to try this,” you held up the chip, “I just didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.”

Bill smiled, a big one that relaxed his whole face, and shook his head wistfully.

“Go on then. But for the record, when you get your memory back, you cannot blame me for it,” he chuckled.

“I hate green onions?” You asked, for confirmation.

“Tiger, hate is too gentle of a word.”

“I trust you. But I’m still curious, so…” you trailed off, popping the chip in your mouth. Bill pursed his lips to stop the snicker, crossing his arms as you chewed thoughtfully.

“I mean, I don’t hate them right now,” you said after awhile, “I don’t love them, but I don’t hate them. I’m…indifferent.”

“Noted,” he smirked, “I feel like I should have caught that moment on video.”

And you couldn’t resist—that boyish smile on his lips, the protective streak you had seen in action. You quickly tugged on his shirt, dragging him down for a deep kiss. His hands came to rest on your hips, squeezing softly, but all too soon—you heard him inhale sharply, a soft moan to it, and he pulled away.

“We should get back,” he mumbled. You nodded, a little disappointed.

And maybe it was that you were finally getting to see Bill in a situation surrounded by other people—the way he still always looked out for you, the way you caught him glancing around the room every once in awhile looking for you. You saw how everybody genuinely seemed to like him, how much he stood out from the rest of your friends. Maybe it was the way that you recognized how safe you felt in his presence—especially around other people. You caught yourself actively looking for him too, seeking him out just for that reassuring smile of his or that small boost of confidence you got from it. Maybe it was the way that he checked in with you so often that night, making sure you were okay, that you felt alright and you weren’t getting too overwhelmed. It might have been the way that this was the first time you had seen him in nicer clothes; jeans that hugged his long legs so perfectly, a fitted long sleeved shirt that was rolled to his elbows. He was cleanly shaven, his sharp jaw line making his profile unmistakable. A loose curl flopped casually on his forehead and you found yourself trying to hold back from giving it a playful tug. He smelled fantastic, he looked even better, and the way he calmly fussed or looked out for you the entire evening had caused a knot to start forming in the pit of your stomach.

Maybe it was also the recollection of a real good dream a few nights before, one involving him that seemed more like a memory than a dream—the way he knew your body, the way he knew what you liked. Maybe it was the comfort and the warmth that you remembered from a few nights ago, when you had crawled into his bed—how safe you felt, how comforted you were. Maybe it was the soft press of his lips against yours both that night and this night in the car before you entered the party, how warm and timid and plush his lips were. Maybe it was the kiss that ended far too soon, earlier in the night.

Either way, whatever it was, by the end of the night—your body was screaming for it.

You had tugged on his sleeve when you had enough at the get-together—more people were arriving, the noise was getting louder, and your stress levels were starting to rise.

“Time to go?” He said immediately when you appeared at his side. You nodded—and within an instant he had your coats, calling out a general goodbye to the crowd, and then you were safe in the car and on your way home. 

But he was just so close—you could still smell the faint scent of his cologne, and you tried to listen as he murmured soft praises to you. That he was proud of you, that you had done so well, that this was a big step. You drank all of it in—his velvet voice with the soft lilt to it, the beauty of his profile, his big hand on the stick shift as he confidently switched gears. After awhile, it got to be too much—so you reached out, resting a hand gently on top of his.

“Thank you,” you said, “For tonight. And for uh, everything.”

And there it was again, the small dimple in his cheek, his boyish lopsided grin. By the time he had parked in front of your place, by the time he had put a hand on your back to lead you gently up the stairs—you couldn’t take it anymore. You were ready to explode.

“Bill, um…” you stammered. His brows furrowed in concern but when he tucked a knuckle under your chin, raising it to meet his eyes—you lost control. Fisting a hand in his shirt, you pulled him down and crushed your lips to his. He squeaked in surprise but you didn’t let up, stepping into his chest as you pulled him closer. You moved your lips firmly against his, his hands coming up to rest on your hips before looping around your back, crushing you to him as you moaned into it. Your feet lifted off the ground as he pressed you more into him and you returned his fervour, raking your hand through his hair.

“Tiger wait,” he broke away suddenly and you wobbled, “We can’t.”

“Yes we can,” you said breathlessly, launching at him again. He stumbled back as he caught you, your mouth slamming onto his in another heated kiss. You tugged at his jacket, pulling it from his shoulders before you grabbed the hem of his shirt and started to pull it up.

“Tiger,” he stopped, actually pushing you away from him to put distance between the both of you. He dragged his hands over his face, letting out a shaky breath that sounded more like a wheeze. “No.”

“Yes,” you insisted, stepping towards him but he took a step back, “Bill, I want to.”

He held up his hands when you reached for him again.

“Tiger, no. We’re not doing this. I’m not having sex with you. You don’t even remember how you feel about me.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” you agreed, “I’m sure I was attracted to you before. But regardless, I can tell you one thing, I’m sure as fuck attracted to you now.”

“Tiger—”

“No. Listen to me, Bill,” you interrupted, holding your hand up authoritatively. “You are hot as hell. You really are. And you’re very kind. And frankly—I need to get my bell rung real good.  Real good. There’s a lot of…needy feelings happening in me right now that I need to get out. The fact that I don’t remember having sex with you does not at all take away from the fact that I want to have sex with you right now.”

“I don’t want to take advantage of you,” he mumbled lowly.

“How is this taking advantage of me?” You asked,  “People have one night stands all the time. I don’t need to know you to have sex with you. The fact that we do have a history is just an added bonus.”

“Tiger—“

“Bill, look. It really is this simple. I do not remember ever having sex with you. But you are very attractive, and I am very attracted to you, and I would like to have sex with you right now. I’m horny. I need to get laid. And it can either be you, or it can be that guy at the party who seemed pretty enthusiastic about touching me. I’m offering it up to you first. Who’s it gonna be?” You challenged.

Bill’s eyes narrowed.

“Oh it’s gonna be me kid,” he seethed, “It’s gonna only be me.”

It was all that you needed, before you launched yourself at him and yanked his shirt over his head.

“Promise me that you want this kid,” he urged between heated kisses.

“I want this,” you murmured against his lips.

“Promise me that you’re genuinely attracted to me,” he whispered, nipping at your top lip.

“Bill, I want to fuck your brains out. Me. Right now. With zero memories. This girl, right here, wants to be all over that.”

He groaned, grabbing your face in his hands as he pressed his mouth to yours. God, he could kiss. His lips soft but insistent, his tongue flicking across your bottom lip to gain entrance. You moaned into it as he squeezed at your hips, lifting you and carrying you to bed as he pressed his weight down into you.

“Tiger,” he pulled away breathlessly, “Are you sure this is—“

“Show me what I used to like,” you nipped at his chin, grabbed his hand and brought it under your shirt. His eyes stayed closed, his chest heaving with the air he was trying to get in. You nipped at his lips, pulled him down into another forceful kiss as you raised your hips to grind into his, He groaned into your mouth, his hand trailing up your rib cage.

“You used to like it when I did….this”  he broke from you, bringing his lips down and sucking gently at your neck as you drew in a sharp breath.

“And you have a real sweet spot right…here,” a flick of his tongue had you gasping, and he bit down on the sensitive area while you grinded against him. He sucked a deep mark into your neck and you moaned, but you needed his mouth on you again. You tilted your face and he captured your lips in a searing kiss.

“You’re also really sensitive when I do this,” his palm cupped your breast through your bra, and you moaned softly. He squeezed, kneading you through the material as his lips caught yours again. His hand was so big, so warm and gentle, and you squeezed your knees together as you started to feel a knot low in your belly.

“Off,” you pleaded against his lips, “Get it off.”

He raised back on his haunches and you saw the effect you were having on him—his eyes crazed, the bulge tenting the front of his jeans. It had been so long for him, so long since he had felt you, that he wasn’t sure he would make it all the way through. Pulling his shirt off, he reached for yours and got it over your head. You fumbled with your bra but he moved your hands away, popping it open and you quickly threw the material off as he worked to get your pants unbuttoned and off. You reached for him again, grabbing his hands as you pushed your breasts into his palms and pulled him back down on top of you.

“God tiger,” he moaned into your mouth, “I’ve missed you.”

His hands felt so good on your chest, kneading softly and rolling your nipples between his thumbs. You gasped when he pinched softly, moving his lips down to suck on the hollow of your collarbone. He waited until you relaxed before he pinched again, a little harder this time, rolling your nipples through his fingers.

“I really used to like…” he placed suckling kisses down your sternum, nuzzling the underside of your breast with his nose before brushing his lips over it, “Doing this.”

He dragged his tongue over your nipple before enclosing his mouth around it. You groaned and shot forward but he pushed you back, his other hand continuing to pinch and knead while he sucked on your pebbled bud. He nipped at it softly, flicking his tongue over it before blowing on it and moving to the next one. You grinded your hips against whatever you could reach, tangling your hands in his hair as his warm mouth surrounded your other nipple. You whimpered, reaching your own hand down between your legs to try and ease some of the tension but he quickly grabbed it with his, intertwining your fingers.

“All in good time sweet girl,” he purred, “I want you nice and wet for me.”

You whined, trying to get some friction and he rolled his hips against yours as he trailed his mouth down. He nipped gently at your lower belly, dipping his tongue into your navel.

“This is one of my favourites,” he murmured into your skin, “You’re always so soft here.”

 He kissed along your lower stomach, one warm hand running over your body while the other one stayed tangled with yours. He licked at the waistband of your panties, nuzzled your mound, and it snapped you to attention. Before you could stop him, he buried his nose in the seam of your panties and inhaled deeply—you jerked in surprise but the groan he let out was feral. Out of instinct you moved to shut your legs but one hand grabbed onto your thigh, keeping them open.

“Um,” you looked down at him shyly, squirmy just a little, “You don’t have to…uh…”

He smiled, genuine and lopsided, and nipped playfully at your inner thigh.

“You said the exact same thing the first time we ever slept together,” another suckling kiss to your thigh, the brush of his lips across your panties, “And I’ll tell you the exact same thing that I said then: this is my favourite thing to do for you. To you.”

Your cheeks flushed, you should feel his warm breath on you through the soaked material. Before you could say anything else, he licked a broad stripe up your slit and groaned, resting his nose on your mound.

“God, the way you taste. The way you smell. I need it, kid. Please, can I have it?” He pleaded, looking up at you for confirmation. You bit your lip—you were a little shy, but god he looked like a man on fire. You nodded slowly.

“Use your words tiger,” he prompted.

“Yes,” you mumbled, “Okay.”

He didn’t wait another second. Grabbing the waistband of your panties, he ripped them from you in one yank and then dove forward. It felt like he was everywhere, his tongue wet and warm and firm, licking over you in broad swipes. You gasped and he moaned into you, the vibrations humming through your whole body. You watched him devour you, his eyes closed in pleasure, one hand still gripping your thigh to make sure you stayed nice and open for him. He licked at your entrance, pushing his tongue inside while his nose pressed into you before dragging his tongue up slowly through your folds, sucking his way up.

“Oh god,” you groaned softly, “This is fantastic.”

You squeezed tighter at his hand, relaxing more into the blankets and pushing your legs wider apart. He groaned in response, pressing his face into you more as his lips closed around your clit. He suckled at it, flicking his tongue over it as you twitched. The knot in your stomach was clenching, the groans coming out guttural as you tensed.

“Bill,” you squeaked, “Don’t stop.”

Your leg cramped up and shot out, but his lips stayed gentle and firm around your bud. He suckled with the same pressure, nipping softly at it.

“Please don’t stop,” you begged, and you were rewarded with another deep groan that sent a hum of vibrations through you. Reaching up, he glided his hand over your body and gently pushed two fingers into your mouth. The noise you made was inhuman, shoving your hips up and keeping a death grip on his hand. He gave a few broad licks up your slit, glided his tongue firmly through your folds before moving his attention back to your bud. He flicked over it before sucking it into his mouth harshly, and it was your undoing. With a loud cry you grabbed onto his hair, every muscle in your body tense and your eyes clenched so tightly shut that tears leaked from the corners. You nearly yelled through it, letting it crash into you like a freight train as you gasped. You collapsed onto the bed after it washed over you, your chest heaving and slicked with sweat, your face lax with pleasure.

You felt a soft kiss on your chin, another one on your lips, a gentle hand brushing the hair from your face.

“You okay?” He asked lowly—and you laughed. You let out an incredulous, pleasure-drunk laugh.

“So good,” you groaned, “So, so good.”

You felt him smile into the kiss, and felt another weight on you as he pressed into your body.

“Good,” he said, but he sounded strained, “Tiger, I need you. I really need you. Think you can handle a bit more, sweet girl?”

You opened your eyes lazily.

“Sweet girl,” you murmured, “I like that.”

He smiled again, but his face looked pained. Tense. You nipped at his lip, pulling his hips into yours and he moaned.

“I want more,” you said, “God you’re good at this.”

You helped him drag his jeans and boxers down as he kissed you again forcefully. You reached down and grabbing hold of him to line him up, you stopped abruptly and your eyes widened.

“What is it?” He asked, worried.

“Holy shit, you’re huge,” you blurted out. He laughed boisterously, burying his face in your neck as his chest rumbled.

“And you take it like a champ,” he smiled at you, “We’ll go slow.”

He captured your lips in a deep kiss, one hand keeping a loose hold of your chin while the other hand balanced his weight. He faltered as he pushed into you, his hips stuttering and he broke the kiss with a whimper as he pinched his eyes shut.

“Oh god tiger,” he moaned, “My tiger.”

You shushed him softly, scratching lightly at his back as you tried to relax your muscles to accommodate him. You didn’t remember but your body seemed to, taking him with ease until he bottomed out and rested his chest on yours.

“Bullseye,” he moaned. You wrapped your legs around his waist, relishing in the feel of him inside you—so heavy and deep, pressing against your inner walls in a way that made you want to clench around him. You could feel the beginnings of another release, you could feel that knot deep in your belly again, feel yourself getting wetter with him so deep inside you.

“Move bud,” you begged, “You’ve gotta move.”

Gripping the bed sheets tightly in his fists, he kept his weight on you as he rolled his hips forward. His thrusts weren’t hurried, but god they were heavy and deep. He kept it slow, barely pulling back before he was pushing back into you, and you raked your nails down his back. His moans were gravelly and rough, his jaw slack as he tried to prolong his release just a little bit.

“My tiger,” he moaned again, and you pulled him into a heated kiss.

“Deeper Bill,” you begged, and he rolled his hips into yours with more force, slamming into you and you clenched around him. He moaned, the headboard knocking against the wall with every deep thrust.

“You feel so good kid,” he grunted, using his grip on the sheets for leverage as he plunged into you, “So good.”

Your muscles were squeezing him, the filthy sound of how wet you were and the deep drag of your insides were driving him crazy. He wasn’t going to last much longer, but neither were you. The stretch was intense but full of pleasure, the weight of him inside you and the way your body seemed to respond to him. You could barely breathe, couldn’t focus on anything other than the despair you felt when he pulled away and the the insane pleasure you felt when he filled you back up again.

“Give it to me tiger,” he panted, rolling his hips to rub onto your clit, “All over me, come on.”

You were there, your body clenching around him as you tried to drag in a deep breath.

“Now tiger,” he demanded, and you cried out as your nails dug into his back,  dragging them down as you spasmed. He cursed, yelling out as he slammed into you and tensed. His chest nearly crushed you, his hips driving in deep and staying there as his fists clenched in the sheets. He gave a feral cry as you felt him fill you up, his voice giving way to rough, raspy groans as he let it slam into him. His chest heaved as he shook, and he eventually collapsed against you with his face in your neck, whimpering softly as the aftershocks shuddered through him.

You let the silence hang, kept your arms around him as he twitched and tried to catch his breath, your fingers dancing soft patterns over his skin. He eventually started to do the same, his lips leaving soft kisses in your neck, across your cheek, before landing softly on your nose. His eyes were bright, his hair sticking to his forehead, his lips tilted up in the laziest of grins.

“You know,” you started, “I’d be pretty down to do that again. Like, regularly.”

He laughed, and you craned up to kiss him.

“Was it always this good?” You asked him honestly. He went to roll off you but you stayed his movements, pulling him down onto you again. He kissed the corner of your mouth, tracing his finger over some of your features as he rested his weight on you.

“Yes,” he smiled boyishly, “I mean, speaking selfishly of course. It was always that good for me. But you also seemed to always enjoy it the way that you just did.”

“And we….only do this with each other?”

“Mmhmm,” he nuzzled the side of your nose with his.

“I can see why,” you reached for another kiss, “If it’s always this good, of course I’d want to be selfish about it.”

His laugh was breathy and soft, and you scratched lightly at his scalp. He rested his cheek on your chest, smushing his face in as his eyes closed slowly.

“I should get off of you,” he slurred. You just hummed, continuing to run your fingers through his hair.

“Why? This is nice,” you murmured, “I have therapy tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” his speech was slack jawed and warbled, “Afternoon. Then dinner with my family.”

You nodded, kissing his head.

“Thank you for tonight, bud. I really enjoyed it,” you mumbled, “All of it.”

But the only thing you heard was his soft snore, his mouth hanging open as his breaths evened out.

It was the first time you had slept through the night, the first time that your dreams left you alone, and the first time that a blinding headache wasn’t the first thing you felt when you woke up. Instead there was just a warmth, a weighted comfort that just seemed to envelop you completely. You shifted, sighing a little as the warm weight on your stomach started to rub back and forth.

“Go slow,” a deep voice murmured. You couldn’t help it, you curled up into the warmth more—seeking it out and tucking into it, nuzzling your nose into soft skin, as a hand stroked at your back and a soft pair of lips dotted whispery kisses across your face.

“We slept in a bit sweet girl,” the gravelly voice said and you almost purred, “We have to go to your therapy session soon.”

“Five more minutes,” you grumbled, and the rumble in his chest vibrated against your cheek.

“I wish we could kid,” he tapped your bottom lightly, “But we’ll be late, come on.”

It was a struggle. A struggle to open your eyes and not pout about it. A struggle to drag your tired body out of the warm blankets, away from the other warm body, and to get dressed. When the cool air nipped at your face on your way into the clinic, you huddled further into your jacket and grumbled.

“Go on,” he said, “I’ll be waiting out here when you’re done.”

Without hesitation, you kissed him briefly and then greeted your doctor as she ushered you into the room.

“Things seem to be going well?” She started, and you shrugged your coat off.

“Yes and no,” you sighed, “Yes, because he really is just…amazing. But no, because I still can’t remember shit.”

“What have you tried so far, to trigger your memory?”

“I ask him about me, like you said,” you told her as she scribbled notes, “He tells me a lot about who I was, what I used to like. We tried eating all the meals I used to love, and he tells me about why I love them or when I first tried them. We tried photo albums, but nothing got triggered there. I met my group of friends last night—good people—they shared some stories too, but nothing kickstarted my brain.”

“I see,” she said calmly, “What else?”

“We tried watching movies I used to love,” you chewed your lip in thought as you tried to remember, “He took me to a few places around town I used to enjoy. We got into old habits and routine, doing what we used to do on weekends together and whatnot. But nothing is working.”

“Routine is good,” she said, “It can be any number of things, that will prove to be your trigger. Sometimes the portion of our brains responsible for our memories can be given a much-needed kickstart by routine. By repeatedly doing the exact things that we used to repeatedly do. Sometimes, patients suddenly wake up one day and they just…remember. Sometimes it’s triggered by trauma. Any number of things can be responsible, so don’t lose hope and keep trying.”

“Trauma?” You asked cautiously.

“Unfortunately,” she continued, “The memories we have are only held in one place in our brain. A reaction to a past trauma is an incredibly intense thing to go through, and sometimes it reactivates every single part of our brain, including sections that were malfunctioning. A past trauma, a memory of a past trauma, or something that reminds you of a past trauma—whether or not you remember the incident—can trigger your memory to come back.”

“That sounds awful,” you mumbled, “God I hope it just comes back by like, eating spaghetti or something. If it ever comes back.”

“Have hope,” she smiled reassuringly, “You’re doing all the right things.”

True to his word, when you emerged from the room an hour and a half later and significantly more tired, he was there waiting and wrapped you up in a comforting hug.

“That one was hard,” you mumbled into his chest, and he squeezed you tighter.

“Tiger, if you just want to relax tonight—”

“No,” you interrupted, “I have to keep trying. And I want to meet them, so let’s not overthink this. Let’s just go.”

He nodded, tucking you under his arm as he led you to the car. You reached for his hand as he drove, pulling it into your lap and enclosing it in both of yours. It earned you a side glance, that soft smile that you loved.

“Are you nervous?” He asked.

“No,” you said truthfully, “I was more nervous to meet our friends. I’m…excited to meet your family. Again.”

You chuckled softly at the last part, squeezing his hand tighter.

“There’s 8 of them, you said?” You ran your thumb over his knuckles—his hand was huge, but it was always so warm.

“Yes, we’re 7 brothers and one girl. They won’t all be there today, though.”

“And you said some of them were actors too?” You asked.

“Four of us,” he nodded, “And dad. They’re all here today. One brother is a doctor, you’ll meet him too. The other two are very young. My sister works as a restaurant manager, but she’s back in Stockholm.”

“And are they all uh, tall like you?”  You snickered.

“Oh god no,” Bill laughed and you sighed in relief, “….they’re taller.”

“How is that even possible? Family of giants.”

“Yeah something like that,” he pulled his hand loosely from yours, shifting the car into park and undoing his seatbelt.

“You ready kid?” He asked, brushing his thumb across your cheek.

“Yeah, let’s meet this circus.”

“Tiger, if at any point—“

“I know bud,” you interrupted, “I’ll give you a sign if I need to get out of there.”

He nodded, hesitating a moment before leaning forward in his seat. You met him halfway, gently pressing your lips to his and giving a tug to the curl on his forehead. Unbuckling your seatbelt, you laced your fingers with his as he led you up the long walkway. With one last look to you, and with your reassuring nod back, he opened up the door.

It was calmer than what you expected a household with that many inhabitants to be, but when Bill opened the door you were met with something akin to peace. It smelled delicious, wafts from the kitchen infiltrating the hallway and entrance area. In the living room you could hear someone plinking on a guitar, a soundtrack of soft jazz playing behind them. The house was bright but calm, natural sunlight filtering in, the entranceway painted a warm neutral tone and dotted with wooden accents. Bill rested his hands on your shoulders and you shrugged off your coat, handing it to him to hang up as he took your hand. To your relief, nobody had run up to greet you just yet—you had no doubts that he had warned them too, had told them beforehand that you needed to take it slow.

“They’re in the living room,” he answered your unasked question, “Come on.”

Taking your hand, he led you across a soft carpet and into a white open space—it was beautiful. Thick cable knit blankets adorned plush couches, minimalist accents, linear art on the walls—and three very, very big men strewn across sofas that looked miniature sized under their long bodies.

“Everyone,” Bill called softly, “Look who’s here.”

Three pairs of eyes turned to you, and you had to shake your head softly to make sure you were seeing clearly. They all looked like varying shades of the exact same person, each with distinct features but still all so identical. The blond one had Bill’s eyes, had his exact nose that you had come to love. The one with whispers of a beard on his chin had an immediate warmth about him, a kindness and peaceful presence that so resembled Bill’s. The older looking blond one had the same smirk, the same twinkle of mischief and mirth in his face that you would sometimes see on Bill.

“Oh my,” you said softly. Instinctively you reached a hand up, feeling for Bill behind you and he stepped into your space. You rested your hand on his chest, making sure he was still there. “You are all very large.”

You clapped your hand over your mouth in embarrassment at the comment that slipped out but you were met with soft chuckles as they all stood and made their way slowly to you.

“In order of age,” Bill said, “This is Alex, my oldest brother.”

Alex stepped forward, opening his arms widely and it seemed so natural and comfortable that you didn’t hesitate to step into them.

“Gentle,” Bill warned his brother, “She’s still all banged up.”

And the giant was gentle. He hugged you with caution, bending at the knees to be able to, and he kissed your cheek softly as he pulled away.

“Good to see you again,” he said.

“I don’t remember you,” you mumbled, “I’m sorry. But it’s nice to meet you, Bill version beta.”

Alex chuckled, gave Bill a knowing glance and stepped aside.

“This is Gustaf,” Bill introduced the next brother, and you liked this one. They all seemed nice, but this one had…something about him. You saw every bit of Bill’s gentle spirit, his softness, his caring in this one. Just like his brother before, Gustaf leaned down and wrapped his arms gently around you.

“Glad to have you back,” he murmured when he pulled away, “We have much to catch up on.”

"I don’t remember you either, Bill version beta 2.0,” you mumbled embarassed, but he squeezed your shoulders.

“Then how lucky am I, to be able to re-introduce myself to you,” he said kindly. Oh, you liked this one indeed. You also liked the warm, caring smile he shot Bill—the way he reached out and hugged his little brother too, ruffled his hair. The smile on Bill’s face told you everything you needed to know about their relationship.

“And this one,” Bill said as the blonde one came in front of you, “Is Valter.”

“Walter?” You asked innocently.

“With a V, genius,” the blond one snapped. You were a little taken aback, but he had spunk—you appreciated that. Bill muttered something in Swedish behind you—something that sounded angry—but Valter just cocked an eyebrow.

“I don’t remember you,” you smirked, “And I think I’m pretty glad about that.”

It earned you some good natured chuckles from the band of brothers, and Valter still bent at the knees and hugged you.

“Whatever you say Dory,” he shot back, “You won’t remember me in another 30 seconds anyway.”

Another angry remark in Swedish from Bill, but you genuinely laughed. You appreciated Bill’s devoted care, but it was also nice to be treated a little more…normally. To be treated as if you weren’t made of glass.

“I thought you said there were four bud?” You asked as you pulled away, “Where’s the other one?”

“Probably cooking,” he took a few strides away, peering down the hallway. “Sam! Tiger’s here.”

You heard the footsteps, but your back was turned as you made some small talk with the brothers.

“Tiger,” Bill said, “This is my brother, Sam.”

You turned, and the moment you saw his face, a bright, white-hot flash of pain shot through your head. That face—that man—you knew that man. Your mind raced, your heart sped up, and suddenly—flash after flash of bright lights, searing pain. Memories, conversations, laughter—all of it poured into your head at the speed of light. You were dizzy, you could hear the voices of conversations past, your brain filling with memories and spiralling a thousand miles a minute. You gasped for breath, stumbling back.

“Tiger?” Bill said in alarm, “What’s wrong?”

Your feet kept peddling backwards as thoughts, more thoughts, more memories clouded every single function in your brain. You groaned as the searing, blinding pain clouded your vision.

“Bill,” you choked, “Bill get him away.”

“Tiger it’s just my brother—“

“He’s going to stab me with a needle again!” You cried suddenly, “Just like he did a few years ago!”

The entire room stilled, all of the eyes on you, as the silence became deafening.

“What did you just say?” Bill whispered.

Your head felt like it was going to explode.

“No,” you sobbed, “No no no no no no….”

“Tiger hey. Hey,” Bill stepped into your line of vision, grabbing your face in his hands, “It’s just me and you kid, just me and you.”

“Bill,” you continued to sob, clutching at his shirt as your mind spun. Everything—all of it—it was all coming back, and it was all coming back at the same time. Your knees buckled.

“Tiger, what did you just say?” He asked again.

“Him,” you sniffled, “He had a big needle a few years ago when we were visiting your family’s country place and I wasn’t feeling well. And he tried to stab me with it and I passed out and then he stabbed me anyway and I needed surgery.”

“Tiger—” Bill said urgently, his eyes wide, “How do you know that?”

“Because I remember Bill,” you shoved at him, “I hate needles.”

Bill hadn’t blinked. He still had your face in his hands, squishing your cheeks, as his eyes got impossibly wider.

“Tiger, when’s my birthday?”

“Does he have a needle?” You asked feebly. Bill glanced back—Sam was just carefully watching you both, and he raised his hands slowly.

“No needle,” he promised, “I won’t hurt you.”

“My birthday tiger,” Bill focused back on you, “When is it?”

“August 9th,” you said immediately. Bill let out a small incredulous noise.

“What was the name of the stray cat you took care of for a year?” He asked.

“Tofu,” you said without missing a beat.

“What happened to the coffee maker I bought you?” 

“It broke,” you mumbled.

“What happened to the coffee maker tiger,” he deadpanned.

“I stabbed it,” you mumbled embarassed, “I thought it was haunted.”

“Which cousin do you hate?”

“Leila,” you sneered, “God, she’s a cunt.”

“And what did we do for your birthday last year?”

“We had sex in the Magic Kingdom at Disney World,” you mumbled, but the way Bill’s face contorted from shock to sheer embarrassment and the hand that he clapped over your mouth gave you a clue that perhaps you had said something wrong.

“They don’t know we do that,” he whispered urgently to you. You bit your lip sheepishly.

“They do now,” Valter chimed in, and you barely registered a rapid exchange of money amongst the brothers, some disgruntled grumbles. A quick glare from Bill, and then the piercing green orbs were back on you.

“Tiger, you remember,” he murmured. Tears flooded down your cheeks, as you nodded. He couldn’t help it—pulling you forward, he crushed his lips to yours as you held onto him.

“It came back,” you said as you pulled away, “I don’t know how. But I just kept getting flashes, my heart is still racing. Everything just flooded back.”

“For what it’s worth, if anyone cares about my medical opinion,” Sam chimed in from the background, “Amnesia from blunt force trauma is often reversed when the patient is re-exposed to a prior trauma.”

“The memories,” you mumbled in surprise, “Bill, my therapist said that. Even if I don’t remember a past trauma, my brain still has a knee-jerk reaction to it and that can provoke a kick start for my brain to access all of my memories. Just by being re-exposed to a traumatic one.”

“Exactly,” Sam said, but your eyes narrowed and you glared at him.

“So you stabbed me with a needle and you traumatized me?” You said accusingly. Bill chuckled, squeezing your shoulder softly in warning.

“No,” he said with a furrowed brow, “I traumatized you by stabbing you with a needle. It’s quite simple, really. And you saw me, and your brain remembered that trauma, and now you remember everything.”

“You son of a—“

“Okay that’s enough of that,” Bill held you back by pulling you back into him, “Tiger, you remember.”

“I remember,” you said softly, and when you raised on your tip toes he met you halfway, kissing you softly.

“So are we all just not going to acknowledge that this” Valter gestured to the two of you, “Is officially a thing, even when we all knew it was a thing?”

“I don’t know about that Valtermelon. It may not be a thing for long,” you muttered, and Bill looked to you curiously. You smacked his chest, taking a big step away from him as you glared.

“You fucking let me eat green onions?” You snapped at him, “Green onions?! Bill, you’re fucking fired.”

[mintchanniemint]

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

this is related to the Request I wrote for months ago! You can find it in my masterlist! I hope you’ll like it, please feel free to tell me your thoughts about it!

pt.3

October 10th, 08:23 a.m

You just entered your office, followed by some colleagues, and the place quickly felt more alive. You put your bag on your desk and quickly left the room: you walked towards the vending machine, ready to get your first cheap plastic cup of tea of the day, before immersing yourself in your tasks.

You were chatting with some colleagues while enjoying every sip of the hot beverage, when suddenly your boss walked past you, followed by a young man who greeted you with a small bow and a nervous "good morning". Your gaze followed his figure until it disappeared behind the door of the boss' office.

"Is he someone new?"

You asked your colleague, and finished drinking the tea, distractedly fiddling with the little plastic stick you had used to properly mix the drink with the exaggerating amount of sugar you put in it. 

He nodded and cleared his throat.

"Yup. Newbie alert! Might be your time to shine, 'teacher' ."

He jokingly commented, making you giggle a bit. Maybe it really was your 'time to shine', since once your colleague left and you were going back to your office, you heard your boss' voice mentioning your name way too many times from his office.

You sighed, you were hoping you could focus properly on your job today but you never imagined you had to "tutor" the new guy! 

You mentally screamed and complained, but you just took a deep breath and went back to your office.

You were at least glad you were able to spend a couple of hours working, since they were able to keep the new guy busy with documents and a "really exciting tour" (as one of the secretaries dared to call it) of the huge building that was now his new workplace.

You were taking a five minutes break since you were trying to rest your eyes from the laptop's bright screen, and the exact moment you stood up to leave your desk, a secretary entered the office, followed by the young man you saw that morning.

"... And this is the fourth office of this floor. The pretty lady over there will teach you the rest, have a nice day!"

She quickly excused herself and left after waving goodbye to you, closing the door of your office.

So there were you, in front of your desk, an embarrassed smile printed on your lips, and the new guy, in front of the now closed door, a not so relaxed posture, and a shy smile that let some pretty dimples slightly show.

He bowed and greeted you.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Bang Chan. Please take good care of me. You're probably really busy so I'll try my best not to bother you too much."

You raised your eyebrows at the sight and quickly looked away. You had to admit he was pretty handsome, his dark curls gently caressing his forehead, a perfectly tied necktie, he definitely bought that new suit for the occasion, his hands holding some random papers and documents. He looked like a role model compared to you. You have been working there for two years so you already reached the 'comfort zone' phase and somehow he reminded you of when you first started the job there.

You bowed and introduced yourself, telling him quickly to drop any type of honorifics he had thought to use. He nodded quickly, and you noticed he relaxed a bit.

You giggled and quickly took a chair, leaving it next to yours, inviting him to sit. He sat next to you and you started explaining some basic tasks and specific documents that were present in the database of the company. 

He was paying extra attention to your voice and every single thing you explained so you started to jokingly test him and he surprisingly knew all the answers. You applauded him and he laughed, and that bright sound got stuck in your ears, it was really pretty. 

You quickly shook your head, erasing those thoughts from your mind, and tried to focus back on the file of the document the two of you were checking. 

You spent a couple of hours working and you even gave him a laptop that was on the desk next to yours so he could work as well, so maybe that time you could finish even earlier than usual. 

But it was finally lunch time.

Chan probably didn't even have the time to socialize with other colleagues so you offered him to have lunch together and he gladly accepted.

You went together to the cafeteria and spent the whole lunch time talking, introducing him to some of your colleagues and, after all, you noticed he was a really nice person. Very kind and smart, and seeing him quickly socialize with other people made you smile involuntarily.

You were looking at him way too intensely and you were so lost in your own thoughts you didn't even notice he was looking at you as well, a smile kindly painting his soft lips.

You gasped and looked away quickly, feeling your cheeks going completely on fire because of embarrassment.

You just couldn't help but feel curious about him. You genuinely wanted to know him better. Your heart was shyly desiring to know him better, too.

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November 23rd, 04:44 p.m

Finally the day at work was over, you couldn't concentrate properly that day, but you honestly didn't even mind that much.

"I can just finish this task at home, anyway..."

You mumbled to yourself, while putting your laptop back in your bag, followed by some documents and a bottle of water. You wore your green jacket and the dark orange scarf, and you were ready to go home and rest, just like every single day.

You left your office after turning off the lights and slowly walked towards the stairs, your mind already running from one random thought to the other, when suddenly the sound of a familiar voice calling your name out loud, stopped you. You turned quickly, welcoming a smiling Chan. He was wearing a black coat and his crossbody bag was hanging from his left shoulder.

He got two small pieces of paper from his pocket and showed them to you with a bright smile.

"Hey!"

He smiled, glad that he was able to see you that day. You smiled at him and talked a bit. Since the two of you were in two different offices, you could only meet during lunch break or while running some errands for the boss. But you were also glad to see him that day, at least a little conversation with him would have made your day a bit less boring. 

You were a bit confused and looked at him with forrowed eyebrows, asking what that was.

"I actually forgot to tell you and I was scared you already left today..."

"Oh you know I'm often the last one leaving, though."

You interrupted him, and the two of you giggled a bit.

You quickly nodded, and looked at how his smile grew even bigger.

"But… remember that movie you told me about? I found two tickets for this evening... wanna go together?"

You looked at him for a couple of seconds, your mind slowly processing the question. Of all the people he could have asked, he asked you to go see that movie, so was there even the possibility to refuse?

Absolutely not!

"Great! See you in two hours by the cinema then?"

Although that sounded, like, too soon, you didn't care. It was a movie after all and the cinema was not even that far from your apartment.

"Perfect. Don't forget the tickets!"

You smiled, waving goodbye. 

You were glad that day wouldn't have ended like every single one. You felt a little sparkle inside you and suddenly you found yourself rushing down the stairs of the building. Chan laughed, seeing how his little invitation had such a great effect on you.

He was such a special friend to you although you knew each other for not too long, but spending every single day at work with him really helped you get, day by day, closer to each other.

Once you were home, you let out a huge, excited sigh.

"Should this be considered a date? What should I wear?"

You were literally freaking out but it's been a while since you last felt like this. You unfortunately had fallen in the hole of dullness so you were feeling really glad that Chan was there.

You didn't even know how he managed to buy not just one, but two tickets to that movie since it was really popular and tickets had been already sold out from the previous week. You felt a really warm feeling growing inside of you, wondering if he actually had planned this and wanted to go see the movie with you, but you quickly snapped back to reality when you felt his hand grabbing yours. There were a lot of people, so he probably just did that so you couldn't get lost in the crowd. It was really warm and soft, and you unconsciously squeezed it, too embarrassed to actually make eye contact with him. 

You opted for a simple but elegant style, and when you saw him in front of the cinema, you were really glad he did the same. 

You greeted each other with a small, quick embarrassed bow and entered the big, crowded building, gently greeting you with its warm atmosphere and the voices of the people there ready to enjoy their evening and the sweet smell of the expensive snacks.

You bought some snacks and popcorn and entered the theatre. The seat was quite comfortable and you didn't even notice how you didn't mind Chan holding your hand anymore. Since he was still holding it, but it didn't make you feel nervous at all. 

Two hours felt like five minutes, the movie already ended and the two of you were able to eat nearly all the snacks you had bought earlier. While exiting the theatre, Chan was expressing his opinion about the movie, how a specific actor's skills amazed him, and you agreed, adding how the soundtracks had also been a huge support to the whole movie. You kept talking about which parts caught your attention the most and whenever you spoke, you definitely didn't notice how his eyes would soften and a shy smile would paint his lips, as if you were saying such important things but you were only talking about how cool the fighting scene was. 

During the whole movie, he never let go of your hand, using the other to munch on some popcorn from time to time. 

You played with each other's fingers, sometimes intertwining them, sometimes him gently caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. You really felt at ease, and you couldn't help but smile warmly thinking of how special that evening became thanks to him. 

You left the cinema and, now on the sidewalk in front of the illuminated building, you were just chatting a bit. Him leaning against the wall right beside you, looking at you with sparkles in his eyes. Although the street was really busy, you were whispering to each other little nonsense, the both of you lost in your own world. 

His soft, plump lips were curved in a beautiful smile and you couldn't help but smile as well. 

"What?"

You whispered, smiling. Your gaze kept dancing from his beautiful, dark eyes to his slightly red cheeks. 

One of your hands, as if by its own choice, slowly reached his cheek, caressing it gently. 

He shook his head, his soft curls slightly caressing his forehead. 

"Nothing… It's just…" 

He hesitated a bit, looking away from you, and sighed, a small cloud leaving his lips due to the cold weather. 

"Aren't you cold, Chan?" 

You whispered, making him look at you again. His eyes were drowning in yours, he didn't know what to say anymore. You stayed like that for a couple of seconds. He closed his eyes, letting himself go and accepting the gentle touch of your slightly cold fingers trying to warm his cheek up. 

"Not when I'm with you." 

He whispered with a smug smile. 

And there were the two of you, both leaning against the wall of a building. That evening, in a busy street of the city, while blue and green neon lights where illuminating softly your faces. 

"Oh, oh! That's so cheesy!" 

You snorted, and poked his cheek with a finer. He winked at you and got even closer to you. 

Your fingers kept gently touching Chan's cheek, slowly guiding him to get even closer to you. And that's when his lips met yours. 

A gentle, soft but slightly cold kiss.

But although it was winter, it felt as if flowers would have blossomed at any moment. 

You smiled, and the only thing you could whisper was a small "Another one..." that was gladly accepted by Chan, who gave you another warm kiss on your lips after giggling at your cute request. 

________________________________________________________________

April 6th, 01:29 a.m

You sighed loudly. You had been staring at the ceiling of your small bedroom for at least 10 minutes now, letting your mind push you in memories and events that seemed so distant now. 

A movie ticket was taped on the rectangular mirror that was hanging on the wall of the room. A bit ruined, the letters were slightly faded but the date was still readable.  23rd November. 

You slowly closed your eyes, covering your face with both of your hands, feeling pathetic because of how you wanted to let go but you were definitely not able to do so. 

It felt as if you could only look back, unable, or maybe… Scared to look forward. Scared to continue your path without being able to hold his hands anymore. 

Warm tears started flow down your cheeks and you could only hug the hopelessness that was gradually growing inside of you. 

You really missed him. 

[richieisabastardman]

Hold Me Now (Part 1) Richie Tozier x Reader

Summary: You had forgotten about everything that happened in Derry until Mike called you up. Now, sitting in the restaurant surrounded by your friends, you remembered everything. More importantly, you remember Richie. (Fluff/Angst)

Word count: 2629

Warnings: Alcohol, Drunk people, Swearing, Marijuana, Tobacco smoking

Note: Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes. There might be inconsistent spelling because I’m Australian and was trying to use American spelling for certain things. Hope you enjoy!

The faint buzzing of the fluorescent lighting within the small bathroom nagged at your ears. You brought the cigarette you had been smoking to your lips once again, breathing in a bit too heavily. Your coughing echoed through the bathroom stall in which you sat, your head in your hands. You hadn’t smoked for at least twenty years, and yet here you were smoking in a bathroom stall like you were in high school again. You considered it fitting, as you had felt as though you were back in high school the minute you had driven past the Welcome to Derry sign. Memories of your childhood had flooded past some gate in your mind that you hadn’t realized existed. You had asked the taxi driver to pull over the car as the memories came, tears welling up in your eyes and blurring your vision as you had vomited out of the taxi window. You had remembered all the love that you had had for your friends, the losers. You remembered the happiness you felt playing street fighter with Richie in the arcade until it was dark outside and you knew your parents would yell at you for missing curfew. And you remembered the fear you had for the thing that was waiting for you in that town.

You took in a shaky breath at the thought of it, taking a final drag from your cigarette before standing up to throw the bud into the toilet bowl. You left the stall, moving to stand in front of the sink in order to splash your face with water. You could hear the bustle of people outside of the bathroom, chatting loudly in the restaurant in which you were to meet your childhood friends. Your gaze lifted from the sink to the mirror behind it. Your makeup had managed to stay moderately presentable, with just a few black smudges around the bottom of your eyes. You suspected it was a result of both the frantic tears you had shed when you first entered the restaurant and the water you had just used to try and wash such actions away. After running your fingers lightly below your eyes, you reached for the restroom door – pushing yourself forward into the bright restaurant.

Whilst the bright red hue of the restaurant assaulted your eyes, you heard a familiar loud voice which strangely soothed your ears. The voice was unmistakable. You followed the sound, quickly ending up in a more private area of the restaurant. The people within the room turned towards you the sound of your heels alerting them to your presence. Their eyes widening with realisation. The tall man with messy hair and large, thick framed glasses, was the last the turn.

“What the hell are you guys-“ the man spoke as he turned towards you, mouth shutting as you stared at each other.

“Y/N?” he spoke softly.

“Hi” you smiled before collapsing to the ground, a new rush of memories hitting you.

~

“Pass the joint, asshole” you whined, reaching over towards Richie in an attempt to steal the burning joint from his hands. The two of you were sitting together, newly eighteen years of age, and getting high in Richie’s bedroom waiting for the other losers to come around.

“Just take it! Just take it from my hands! Really Y/N, I don’t know why you’re being so weird about this” he laughed, reaching his arm further and further away from you.

You huffed, smacking his shoulder. He feigned injury from your assault before smiling at you, his voice softening as he said a quiet “fine, here” and passed you the joint. You took it from his hands, fingers lightly brushing over his during the exchange. Richie looked away from you again, coughing in an attempt to clear the slight tension he had felt in that moment. Taking drag after drag from the joint between your fingers, you flipped through a magazine, groaning at the article you were reading.

“What is it?” Richie asked, leaning his chest against your back to gaze over your shoulder at the magazine. The act was innocent enough, but your breath caught in your throat at the warmth of him behind you.

You stopped your mind from drifting to other ways he could be behind you by answering his question. “Just celebrity gossip shit, you wouldn’t care” you smiled, turning your head slightly to look at him before realising just how close his face was to yours. You turned back towards the magazine, quickly turning the page and pretending to read again.

Richie simply hummed in response, standing up to turn on the radio. You hated how cold you felt now without him near you. Your disappointment faded however when The Thompson Twins began to play through the speakers of the stereo and you let out a satisfactory yelp, singing along.

“So perhaps I should leave here and go far away” You sang and Richie groaned loudly, threatening to change the radio station.

You glared at him, a silent don’t you dare, Tozier that he knew too well as you continued to sing.

“But you know that there's nowhere that I'd rather be than with you here today”

Just as the chorus began, Richie changed the channel, smirking at the irritation in your eyes.

“Asshole!” you yelled, standing up to try and change the channel back to the previous station. Before you could reach the radio, Richie threw his arms around your waist, pulling you away from the radio and into his chest. You grabbed at his hands, laughing as you tried to release yourself.

“No way Y/L/N. I refuse to listen to that shit. It was bad in the eighties and its bad now” He said, holding you against him tighter.

“I could say the same about you” you teased, and he let you go. You turned to stare at him, his face etched with false sadness as you smirked. You moved closer to him, grabbing his cheeks to try and pull his mouth into a smile. He swatted your hands away, laughing at your actions and lightly grabbing your wrists to hold them hovering near his face.

The laughter however subsided as you continued to stare at each other. You were the first to break your gaze, trying to stare at the wall, your feet, anywhere that wasn’t Richie.

“Don’t” he spoke softly, moving his face closer to yours. His nose brushed yours, as he tilted his head.

He moved himself slowly closer and closer to your lips.

~

“Come on, Y/N! Wakey-wakey! Wake up for fucks sake”

You awoke to a panicked, deep voice. Opening your eyes, you saw him once again, the hand he was using to fan you stopping when he had realized your eyes had opened.

“Richie” you smiled and he returned the smile, letting out a heavy sigh of relief.

“You scared us there Y/N” Beverly laughed, and you realised that she was also sitting beside you on the ground of the Chinese restaurant.

“I just wanted to make an entrance” you joked, sitting yourself up with the help of Richie’s hand on your lower back. Beverly and Richie lifted you up gently, and you fixed your dress, embarrassed by the scene you had made.

“Let’s do this again, shall we” you laughed but stopped when you were pulled into a tight hug by Richie. As the shock of the action subsided, you reach your arms around his back, hugging him back tightly. When Ben cleared his throat, Richie pulled back laughing, his hands holding onto each of your shoulders. He stared at you as though he wasn’t sure you were real, his eyes gazing up and down.

“Eyes up here, Tozier” you said.

“Its good to see you” He replied, ignoring your comment. You nodded at him, an attempt to let him know you felt the same.

After Richie’s greeting, you went on to greet the other losers before sitting down at the large round table. Conversation began to flow easily amongst all of you as the rest of the loser’s memories began to come back to them. You weren’t sure why yours had come in two large bursts, but you were just glad you weren’t the only one to have forgotten about this place, about these people, until you had returned. The conversation naturally lulled into smaller group conversations. You chatted with Eddie, who sat to the left of you. He was still just as hyper as he was when he was younger, and it had become even more endearing with age. Even more naturally, both you and Richie, who had sat to the right of you, had begun to speak to each other.

“I saw your Netflix special” you said, your words slurring slightly from the large number of shots you had done in the last hour.

“Oh yeah” Richie smirked. He had taken just as many shots, but due to his height he was only in the smug-flirty stage of his intoxication. “What did you think?”.

You thought for a moment, your drunk brain processing everything a little bit slower than usual before you spoke “Meh”.

Richie’s face fell before he began to protest. “Meh? Meh!?”.

You shrugged, smiling at his irritation “It’s just… I’ve heard you be funnier than that”.

Richie raised an eyebrow, before shaking his head and smiling to himself. He took another shot, wincing and trying to ignore the burning in his throat.

“So you have a girlfriend?” You asked, attempting to sound as if you didn’t care. You did care. You cared a lot actually. You refused, however, to give Richie the satisfaction of your jealousy.

“I have a what now?” He asked, choking slightly due to the drink, or perhaps due to the question.

“Girlfriend?” you questioned. “You said, in the special I mean, something about jerking off to your girlfriends’ friends’ facebook..” you trailed off, your mind too foggy from the alcohol to finish your sentence.

“Oh! Right. Yeah. No.” He stated quickly, taking a large swig from the beer that had just been placed in front of him by a waiter.

“Oh okay”. You said, confused. Richie had always been one to exaggerate his sexual adventures (and downplay his misadventures) but it was out of character for him to make up a whole significant other. Unless he used to have a girlfriend and now he doesn’t, and you had just stuck your fingers into a fresh wound.

Great, now he definitely wouldn’t sleep with you.

Woah. You thought to yourself. Where had that come from?

You realised you had been ignoring Richie when he called your name softly, nudging your shoulder with his own.

“Sorry, what?” you questioned.

“I said I don’t write my own material”.

You shook your head in disbelief, laughing. “Well, looks like I’m out of ten bucks”.

“What?” Richie asked.

“I made a bet with Eddie. He said he refused to believe you wrote your own shit. I said you did”

“Oh” Richie said before smiling at you sheepishly “Sorry”.

“It’s fine” you said. Dutch courage allowed you to place your hand on top of Richie’s, that had been resting on the dining table, and give it a squeeze. “You owe me now though, Tozier”

Richie’s eyes appeared to sparkle as he stared into yours. Your mind, still hazy from the alcohol, couldn’t pinpoint the exact emotion behind them. Despite that, the way he was staring at you made you feel warm.

Your thoughts were interrupted by another waiter entering the room and placing a bowl of fortune cookies in the middle of the table. You removed your hand from Richie’s, not noticing his low hum of disappointment and reached towards the bowl, grabbing a cookie for yourself and Richie.

“I got a fucking dot” You slurred loudly, looking at the small piece of paper you had removed from the cookie only moments ago. Richie began laughing at your drunk exclamation before he leaned over, his shoulder against yours, and looked at the paper noticing it was in fact a dot.

“Is it… what is it?” he said, confusion lacing his words. He cracked open his own cookie, noticing his paper only contained one word on it. Confusion and panic continued to spread throughout the room as everyone began to realise that there was something very wrong with the fortune cookies.

As Beverly passed her paper slip over, Bill laid out the sentence with your paper acting as a full stop.

Suddenly, the cookies began to shake, and Richie grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the table.

~

“I’ve never sobered up quicker in my life than just now, I think” you sighed, rubbing the palm of your hands into your eyes.

You were sitting in Richie’s car, with him driving the both of you back to the motel you had planned to stay at. He drove quickly, and you tried not to think about the amount of alcohol he had consumed during dinner. Though it was dark, you could still see the buildings of the town in which you had grown up in whiz past you as Richie weaved his way through the streets. Your hands began to shake and you held onto them, forcing them between your thighs to stop the motion. When they refused to comply, you reached into your bag, pulling out the packet of cigarettes you had purchased once you entered Derry and placing a cigarette between your lips. You opened the car windows.

“Mind if I smoke?” You asked and without waiting for Richie’s reply you lit the cigarette.

Richie stayed silent. He had never seen you as terrified as you were tonight, not even when you were all in the sewers as kids and fighting that thing.

Pennywise.

He shook the thought away, pulling up the car to park on the street in front of the old motel. You hadn’t realised he had exited the car until he opened your door for you, offering a hand to help you out. You took his hand, raising an eyebrow at his out of character behaviour. You decided to chalk it up to everything that had happened in the last hour as you threw your cigarette to the ground and followed Richie into the motel.

Once you had gathered all your bags you waited for Richie outside of his room, fiddling with the ring that was currently weighing heavily on your finger. You startled at the sound of Richie’s room door being tugged open harshly, with Richie stumbling out carrying a duffel bag.

“Give me your bags” he said, taking them from your hands before you could tell him not to.

He began to walk down the motel stairs leading to the lobby before he stopped, turning towards you with a pained look on his face.

“You okay?” you asked, a question that was rather relative considering the situation the both of you were in.

“Come with me” he said.

“I… I am. Aren’t I? You’re driving us to the airport, right?” you asked.

“What?” he questioned before shaking his head in realization, chuckling to himself lightly, though his brows were still furrowed in what seemed like fear. “No, I mean… Come home with me. I know we haven’t seen each other in forever but” he sighed, almost frustrated that he couldn’t verbalise what he wanted to say. “I want you to come home with me”.

He looked so desperately scared of your response that you wanted to cry. “Rich…”

“Right. Okay. Forget it. I’m gonna go fucking… I don’t know… something. Pretend I just said a verb. I’ll be downstairs” he mumbled to himself before jogging down the stairs before you could stop him.

You sighed, following him slowly.

~

Find part two here 

[chocochar]

Choice [Dabi x UA!Reader]

(AN: Okay so I'm finally getting to a Quotev request lol this one I’m iffy on posting, but figured why not. Also unfortunately you won't be able to choose your quirk in this, since the reader uses their quirk a little later, sorry!)

[(F/n)'s POV]

        I remember being a little kid and wanting so bad to be a hero. When my quirk came in everyone said I was on my way; my quirk is called 'puppeteer', where whatever I touch a nearly invisible string connects from my finger or fingers to said item and I can use it as I please. When it's a living being the strings temporarily paralyze them giving me the chance to use them like puppets. I always used it for good deeds like if a neighbor needed help or something, and as I got older I had been accepted into UA in the hero course.

        Everything seemed to be going well, and in my second year I had even been accepted into the work studies program! By my third year everyone was saying I was ready to be a pro, I came to believe it and accept it. But something just never felt right.

        I couldn't place it, but as I got to know the heroes better along with my own classmates I started to notice things that were... Out of place, maybe? The smiles they always showed started to feel more and more fake, and it steadily became more and more obvious most were doing 'hero work' for the fame and money, caring less who they helped so long as there was a paycheck involved. Not all, of course, but enough I started to second guess my want to be one.

        I tried to push these thoughts out of my head. I thought I was just being silly and that I'd forget about it. But that didn't happen, and when the Stain situation happened I was left stunned watching the news every night. Following the posts about him every day. 

        He was a villain, he was killing heroes! But yet I couldn't help this feeling inside the more I learned about his goal.

        When the League started popping up everywhere and got tied to Stain I almost wondered if they were like me; did they also notice how flawed the hero system had gotten? Did they join because of his message? Whenever I thought about this I started to get weird thoughts considering joining... I don't think I ever would, but it was still a fleeting thought. I wasn't a Stain follower or 'fan' per say, but I definitely understood his ideologies, even if I didn't necessarily agree with the outcomes. 

        Today is one of those days where I'm on patrol for the agency I'm doing work studies at and I keep thinking about those thoughts. I'd been sent on my own again to patrol this part of the district and I sigh, rubbing my neck. After I'd been attacked by a villain the other day you'd think I'd get someone else to come with me, especially since this is a more dangerous part of this district and the villain seemed to have a drug on him that boosted him a lot. I'd heard rumors that drug was sold around here, and by the things I've read on the news I believe them a lot more than I did before.

        But the hero I'm working under insisted I go alone. 

        "Let's just hope another guy like that doesn't show up..." I mumble, looking around. I wave with a smile when people acknowledge me or comment on my costume, asking a few if everything is alright around here.

        For once things seem quiet... But I get this feeling it's only a matter of time until something happens.

        Just as I'm ready to go back finishing up my rounds I hear an explosion and I jolt, turning my head towards where it came from before rushing into action. It's not too far, and I run as fast as I can; once I reach the location where screaming is heard I freeze seeing a big guy rampaging. He's at least twice the size of me and his eyes look crazed, his muscles expand as he punches into the ground to send a small quake at a local business. I recognize him as a normally small time villain, and remembering the one the other day my eyes widen.

        'This guy too?!' I think, looking around. I don't see any heroes coming, only police! Saving a few people from one of his quakes by touching a car and whipping it at him I lead them away to safety before running to the police and asking one,"Excuse me, have you heard anything about a pro coming?"

        "Wait, aren't you-" He stops looking at me before shaking his head. "Damn, no kid, sorry, there's apparently a bigger emergency nearby so we're all that's comin'!"

        "But this is an emergency too! No one at all is going to show up?"

        "I don't know, right now we just gotta do what we can," the cop shouts before we're thrown back the villain when he slams his fists our way and causes another quake under us. I luckily catch my footing but it's clear this is a one sided battle; without a hero this will be a big challenge, at least until that drug wears off.

        "Damn pros... Every emergency is still an emergency, guess I'll take care of this on my own," I say out loud before I rush forward.

        It's definitely a hard fight, worse than the villain days ago, but using quick thinking I manage to keep him distracted and busy long enough for the drug to start wearing off. The damage to buildings stays minimal at least, and I get survivors out while keeping him busy. But just as I make a mistake and he's ready to slam me down into the ground he's suddenly hit with shocks that stop him and he trembles, his eyes shutting and the big guy falling over. He seems to be knocked out, and I look to see a pro stepping up to him and smiling at me, hands on her hips.

        "You okay, kid? Looks like I made it in the nick of time.~" She winks before looking around when people start to come back, cheering. While I was being thanked by the people I managed to keep safe she was getting the main attention, which isn't really what bothers me. It's how it feels like that's the only reason she came so late... Maybe I'm wrong, and I thank her softly too, the pro patting my head before turning and going over to the police. I glance at the villain and rub my neck, people crowding the pro allowing me to slip away to go back to the agency.

        Just as I pass an alley I freeze when a deep, rough voice say in an almost sympathetic way,"How sad, the pros really left you out to dry, huh?" His tone is almost mocking, and I step back to see who said it. 

        I don't see anyone, and I furrow my brows my (eye color) eyes scanning the shadows. Seeing no one I turn back and start to walk again, but his words echo in my mind.

        'Left me out to dry...?' 

[X][X][X]

        A few days later the news spreads about what happened; the pro was regarded as a hero, of course, and even though I was briefly mentioned that was the last think on my mind. That unknown voice's words wouldn't leave my thoughts, I wanted to not believe them, to think someone was just trying to get a rise out of me. That changes when I find out the other emergency the heroes took on was just a robbery. 

        Maybe they were testing me to see if I could handle my own? But that guy was incredibly powerful, I would've died if that pro hadn't shown up! 

        That last thought alone leaves a sour taste in my mouth; she really couldn't have waited to jump in until I needed help right?

        "How sad, the pros really left you out to dry, huh?"

        For the next few days I struggle actually paying attention in school and I feel less eager to go to my work studies. I'm reminded of how I've felt about heroes for the last year, and now...

        I'm out on another patrol, but the last thing I expected was to run into a League member. Dabi. He steps out of an alley and immediately people start to panic when his hand is covered in flames. I get into a fighting stance, ready to dash towards the nearest car, but when his blue blaze disappears and he stuffs his hands back into his pockets I'm confused. It's only us now, at least until cops or pros are alerted, and unlike before I feel terrified. He's a step up from those others I've taken on, if I mess up at all he'll kill me, but something tells me he's not here for that.

        "Just like before, you're left to deal with the problem, huh hero?" He speaks up and I look surprised. That voice...!

        "You... What do you want? Don't the League have better things to do than fighting heroes in training? Or is that your MO now?" I ask, glaring at him. His eyes leave me feeling small, the cerulean gaze leaving me quivering even though I try to hide it, and the fact I can't read his expression is frustrating.

        "Don't worry, I'm not looking to fight you," He replies, scratching the back of his head. Again, I'm confused but I loosen up a bit letting him continue,"I just came to chat, I have a proposition for you."

        Cocking my brow I ask,"... What kind? I don't know how comfortable I am taking an offer from a big time bad guy like you."

        He grins lazily and shrugs, continuing,"Well first, you're one of those who shares Stain's ideology right?"

        The way his grin lifts he can see the shock on my face when he asks that; do others know about how I've been feeling about the hero society and Stain's reasons?? Was I careless, did I say something I shouldn't have at some point? I haven't had any heroes watching me as far as I know, no one has treated me differently, so how does he...?

        "How... How do you know that...?"

        "Sources, I could tell you were pretty pissed off the other day about that pro. You didn't look upset that no one realized you acted like the real hero there, just that she showed up 'just in time', I wonder..." He starts stepping closer and I freeze up, my confidence gone and looking up at him as he looms over me. "Did she know she'd get that free publicity if she saved a little UA student who was trying to play hero?"

        I swallow, shaking my head. I don't back away, somehow standing my ground while I say,"N-No, she wouldn't, she's-"

        "-a hero?" He cuts me off, my mouth shutting immediately. What does he want, is he just here to torment me? "That situation was worse than what they dealt with, yet they figured you'd be able to handle it. They didn't care, until that last second."

        I lower my head and close my eyes, silent. What can I say to that?

        "You feel it too, don't you? How heroes have become a stain that refuses to go away no matter how hard you scrub? They don't care about heroics anymore, they're not out to save people," he says, lowering his head to whisper this to me. I shake, upset but not finding the argument to fight him about this. Because I have felt this, not to that extent but I understand. "Stain saw these false heroes and took matters into his own hands. Because no one else would-"

        "What do you want?" I bite, lifting my head but surprised by how close our faces are. My anger overrules this, as I continue,"Are you just here to remind me of things I already knew? Already understood? What is it you want, Dabi?"

        He stares at me for a few moments, his face aloof and his eyes hard to read.

        "... Join the League of Villains."

        My ears ring after hearing this as my face goes blank, my mouth agape, my eyes wide. I almost wonder if I heard him correctly.

        "Wh-What...?"

        "The League is full of others like you, we could use someone like you too, someone else who sees those cracks in society that everyone else refuses to acknowledge. Despite everything you'd still rather play the hero game and know how crooked it is, instead of trying to change it and knocking those false heroes off their pedestals?"

        I have no response, and I can't seem to find one as I stare at him. The League understands how I feel, how I've felt but kept inside for fear of backlash..?

        The sound of sirens is heard and Dabi looks back before starting to walk to the alley he'd stepped out of, making his exit before he's caught. He stops outside it though and holds his hand out to me, my legs still not moving and my gaze never leaving him.

        "What do you say, doll? Be a fake like the rest, or try to change the world for the better?"

        As the sirens get closer I look away, my thoughts jumbled. But turning back to him my body seems to move on it's own as I run up to him and take his hand, the two of us dipping into the shadows as I accept my new path, even if a voice in my head is telling me not to.

(AN: So this was kind of an x reader, like it was but it was also not romantic and he didn't come in til the end and I felt it was all kind of confusing or too much detail... I hope you guys still enjoyed, nonetheless, more requests are coming and I'll be updating The Lady x The Tramp soon too)

[haiyuta]

Private Show | Jisung

Summary: A lonely producer is a huge fan of a camgirl(you)

word count: 2.8k || Genre: camgirl!reader, producer!(fanboy) Jisung, video call, smut, jerking off all that jazz

a/n: not my best work but it's content so...yeah enjoy. lightly edited btw lol. 

Your eyes lingered on the red light of your camera signaling you were on. You popped up you on the screen showing the stream clearly. "Hi, my sweeties," you hummed your chats nickname. A small grin lit your lips as your fans as they entered your chat. Your eyes lingered to the chat as a flood of comments came at you.

"Am I doing okay," you read the comment out smiling at the comment "Yes I'm doing fine my sweetie," you grinned at the camera sending that person a little heart with your comment.

The small wow noise filled your ears letting you know a donation was put through. "Will I be doing a private stream," you read the comment out. The private streams you did was more of your not so safe for work streams. It did cost 1 token or 5 dollars to enter said each of those streams which was good money, but you didn't really feel like sexual things on stream tonight.

Pausing you looked at the time "maybe tomorrow sorry guys," you hummed out at the chat. "I'm really tired and want to give you guys an amazing show," you told the chat.

"You're so cute," you read the comment out a small smile lit your lips as you brought your fingers to your cheeks "thank you so much," you answered the comment.

The light chatting was nice they were strangers watching your every move but the majority of them were nice, generous and supportive of every stream you did.

"I love talking to you guys," letting out a soft giggle.

Cities away a young male was watching said stream his eyes watching the stream with interest and want. When he got the alert that you started your stream, he propped up his second laptop ready to watch it.

Jisung aka in your chat 'J1Han' a loyal follower and donator to your channel. From getting rejected often or blown off the loneliness of all that drove him to cam girl websites. Looking through hundreds he finally found one he felt connected to and it was you.

When you would call the chat your "sweeties" his heart would swoon at the comments. Your layout was nice your bedroom lit with reds and pinks.

Going to his token account he realized he had 20 token equality about 100 dollars. Grinning when he heard your soft voice fill his headphones.

"I love talking to you guys," you gave the camera a bright smile. His heart lightly leaped at that smile.

His fingers went to the donation jar with a grin he donated 2 coins writing a quick message "My princess looks so good today I hope you eat well" he internally cringed at calling you, princess. What if you didn't like the nickname he used for you.

Clicking the send button it took a minute for it to go through and then the light melody filled the air making you look to the right counter. His heart leaped lightly as he sat upright to hear you read his comment out.

"My princess looks good today I hope you eat well," you read slowly a grin lifted on your lips. "I did my sweet I eat lots of good food today I hope you did too," you replied to the comment. To say Jisung had an internet crush was accurate. He didn't know why he spent money on a random girl who didn't know him, his friends scolded him for it.

His heart just felt so full watching you from the screen. The way you talked to him and of course the sexual part. He was introduced at your more lewd private shows. The look on your face as your eyes lightly fluttered and rolled your palm deeper inside yourself. As he on the other side of the screen shamelessly palmed himself.

Sighing he relaxed to your simple talking stream your words felt so nice from explaining your day to how you were doing in university. Minutes of the stream turned to an hour until you had to sign off.

"Goodnight my sweeties," you said waving at the audience. The comments all spammed how much they'll miss you. Jisung frowned lightly as you shut off your stream an offline picture popped up signaling it was over.

Frowning he sighed once you ended it. Being your fan was fun you just wished he could talk to you longer.

With a sudden peep of courage, he decided to go to your Instagram which was private and dm you. Holding his breath he typed a quick "Your stream was amazing goodnight Y/n" with a little heart. He felt himself get all jittery and smiled he at least shoot his shot at you.

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Sighing you turned off your monitor flipping the camera around as you got up to go to bed. You hummed going to the next room to sleep. The reality of your showroom wasn't your real room. Your real room was simple no pink or light or cute things just a simple room. A place for you to escape from the streaming.

Your phone pinged with new notifications. Your snapchat heavily with nudes from dudes or begging you to be there, your twitter had been flooded with dms and your Instagram as well. Looking through the comments you stopped when you saw the similar username from your stream.

'J1Hann sent you a message'

Sighing you opened it before accepting it reading over the message.

Looking at his picture you grinned to see a young male in the icon he was looking to the side.

J1Hann: 'Your stream was amazing goodnight Y/n'

The comment was innocent and nice to see. Unlike the constant "be my cam girl" "Your so sexy" and lots of other sexual things people sent you. It was refreshing to see such a pure comment.

Smiling you wrote back to him.

Y/nthesweetestthing: Thx I'm glad you liked my stream I know it was tamed :)

Before you knew it the seen popped up making you raise an eyebrow what an eager guy.

J1Hann: I love your tamed streams they're so relaxing

With that reply, you smiled knowing you made in relaxed with just your presence on camera.

It's been almost three months since you got a message from one of your supporters 'J1Hann' or now you know as Han Jisung. From his Instagram account, he was a small account but he was so alluring. His pictures filled with aesthetic pictures of the city him and his friends it looked like a cute face with a nice personality to match.

Jisung was around your age, he was a big fan of you telling you he loved your mukbangs streams the most.

He also told you he was a small producer making songs for people. He claimed he wanted to start singing his own songs one day.

It wasn't normal for you to keep in such close contact with a supporter trying to keep you and your cam girl image life separate. Jisung was different he didn't ask for nudes or private shows he enjoyed talking to you. Not to say the conversation didn't ever turn sexual but it was tamed compared to the mass amount of comments you had. You even video called every now and then when he and you were free.

You practically talked to him every day since you got his message. He was interesting and deep he loved your content but also wanted to just hear about your day and such.

Your fingers hovered over today's conversation it was about meeting up for a date soon. In a weird way, you were in an online relationship with one of your fans.

Y/n: We should do a private call I'm bored

Jisung: A private call

Jisung: don't you have a stream to do

Y/n: I want to give you a private show bby :)

You bite your lip hoping Jisung got the insinuation hoping he got that you wanted to do a little more intense video call with him than normal.

Jisung: really!

Jisung: I'll be on asap I can't waitt

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You were jittery as you sat at your pc really to take call Jisung finally. Your stomach bubbled with nervousness and your heart mildly racing wanting to call him.

Fingers pressed on the call button it took you at least 3 mins of on and off the button until you finally hit the button.

You weren't all cam girl dolled up going for a casual sweater and yoga pants. Hoping you looked good enough for him.

The call went through and appeared on the screen before you appeared Jisung on his phone. "Oh I didn't see you there," he joked lightly.

You bubbled with laughter at his humor. You were enamored with how he looked his cheeks puffy and cute, his smile wide and bright while his room looked like his studio.

"Y/n you look so beautiful tonight," he complimented you. You shifted in your chair looking down slightly. You always got swarmed with 'pretty' and 'beautiful' comments but from him, it was different it made your heart flutter.

"Jisung you're making me blush," you said feeling your warm cheeks.

"You're so adorable tonight," he smiled his bright large teeth making him look so cute.

"Jisung you're very handsome," you told him. He was his dark brown hair was brushed nicely, his skin was clear with a few acne spots and that smile. It made your heart swoon with a feeling like a light airy feeling.

"I don't see it," Jisung lightly joked at you.

The conversation flowed so well with him. He didn't make you feel on edge or weird the comfortable talking was enough for you. Talking about how he was making new songs and how you were doing in university and such.

The conversation soon turning more flirty with wantful words in-between the lines. The lines of caring words and wanting innuendos.

"I don't want to give off a fake camgirl vibe for you," you blushed lightly covering your face in embarrassment at saying it out loud.

He nodded in understanding "Then be natural you're with me remember," he gave a toothy grin back at you. His small cute eyes gazing at you.

His words did fill you with comfort so you did it so casually a small smirk lifted on your lips as the vibe of the call turned sexual quite fast. "Just because I trust you, Han," you smirked on his nickname.

Smiling you sighed with a small smirk "I mean you do watch my private streams don't you," you flirted with him a tad. "Watching me come on camera," you flirted "did you like them," you asked truly interested in if he did often.

Jisung adams apple lightly bobbed "I love them," he grinned. "I love the one where you were dressed up," he admitted his cheeks lightly red "and the way you pushed up your skirt as you touched yourself." He shifted in his seat lightly putting his head in shame at the confession.

"Don't be shy now my sweetie," you cooed out at him. "I'm happy that you got to watch me," you said. "Were you touching yourself," you paused lightly looking at Jisung "Rubbing one out as you watched me touch myself," you commented.

"I did," he said shamelessly his eyes shifted over your face through the video call. "I came so hard that night," he gave a soft smile.

"I bet you're a little hard right now aren't you," you teased him.

Jisung lightly blinked rolling his large gamer chair back a bit showing his sweat pants with a slight outline in them. "I am," he shyly said. It was enjoyable seeing him so shy and awkward on camera. His producer persona was so hard and deep while Jisung was really shy and adorable.

"Lightly touch yourself for me," giving him a light order. On the other side of the screen, Jisung laid back lazily in his producer chair his hand on his bulge lightly rubbing himself. The more he palmed himself the site of a growing wet spot.

"Princess can you," he stopped shyly gazing at you shifting in his chair it gave you a better view of his body. It was thin and all you wanted to do was press your face in his chest.

"Yes Han," you smirked at the nickname he liked.

"I really like when you play with your breast," He admitted his eyes rolling back as he rubbed himself a little harder at the confession.

Quirking an eyebrow you smirked at him pushing your sweater off revealing your lace bra.

"Do I look good in this," you asked feeling the lace covering your breast.

"It's fucking beautiful Y/n," he whispered in want licking his lips in want.

Pushing that off to reveal your chest to him. A light 'fuck' came from Jisung encouraging you making you feel utterly comfortable.

Moving your hands to your chest you bite your lip as you run your fingers over your nipples touching them slightly. Arousal lightly fueled your actions as you rubbed them to Jisungs pleasure.

His intense gaze stared at you as he let out a whiny moan "pull on them please," he gasped as he pushed his sweats down so he had more direct contact with his groin.

You did as he asked lightly pulling on your bubs a low moan let out at the touching your body heating up from his gaze and his wants. "Ah it feels so good sweetie," you moaned out as you lightly pinched and pulled on them.

Jisung on the other side of the video moaned at the image of you pulling and playing with your breast.

Your head was spinning with want as you soon removed your yoga pants pulling them down wanting some direct contact already.

"Mmh my sweetie," you moaned picking up two of your vibrators "which one should I use," you giggled out. A small purple bullet or a larger more direct contact one.

Jisung eyes filled with lust as he let out a breathy moan "the small one," he moaned out as he pushed down his boxers showing his dick. It was hard while the head an angry red and wet.

Angling the camera a little more to show your whole body you buzzed with want as you light rubbed your clit. Touching yourself watching Jisung starting to lightly stroke himself made you dizzy with want.

"I just want to touch you," you moaned feeling your wetness already growing as you pleasured yourself. Baring yourself to him completely.

"Soon my love," he gasped as he brushed against the head of his dick.

You grabbed the small bullet vibrator slowly slipping it inside of you turning the low buzz on making you moan with want.

"You look, delicious princess," a small curse left his lips as his eyes were glued on the screen his hand jerking himself off lightly. The erotic scene of seeing him touching himself, touching himself watching you made you moan.

The visual aspect was there for sure as you watched him jerk off. A low moan let out of Jisung you could tell he was close. Your fingers attached to your slit as you rubbed it matching his speed.

"Ugh," a light moan left his lips as he watched you wither in your chair.

"Come for me sweetie I need to see it," you gasped feeling how close you were the heat of the moment making your mind and body buzz.

The brown hair male on the other side of the screen came in his hand as ropes of white essences feel onto his hand. His face twisted with want and relief.

Chasing your orgasm soon after you let out a moan as you came soon after him. Your back arched in your chair as you came.

It was quiet for a moment as you both came down from your high. The feeling of your body coming down from the high felt so good.

“Y/n that was amazing,” Jisung spoke “I’m so lucky,” he grinned handsomely.

“Mmh your face was so cute when you came,” you complimented him. It was the twisted look of pleasure looked so amazing.

“I can’t wait to see you,” he hummed slowly wiping off his come off his hand and pants.

"Same," you hummed smiling wanting to meet him already.

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You sat there your cheeks warm like the small tea in your hand as you waited to finally see Jisung. You and he lived a few cities apart but he decided you'll meet in the middle.

The time you spent online together filled your heart with joy but seeing him in real life would be amazing.

"Y/n," you heard a voice say. It was like a moment in time as you looked up to see Jisung standing before you. In real life here with you. He was handsome and looked like he probably did spend an hour picking the perfect outfit.

Before you knew it your arms were around his waist hugging him tightly.

“Hi to you to Y/n,” he grinned wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him.

[strongsassysexysloane]

Take me for a Ride, Jack.. 3

Helloooo :) Loving all the love for this story, keep it coming :) Inspires me to write more. Also procrastination with my assignments is helping that as well. 

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Unfortunately Gibbs and McGee's guy isn't the murderer and you hope Ellie and Nick's suspect pans out but that's a bust as well. You are all back in the bullpen in the late afternoon when Jack walks in with a few portfolios of people that may be promising. She hands everyone except Gibbs a folder each and you all set to work on digging up anything that might lead to a motive for murder.

While you are all busy searching Gibbs phone rings. "On my way doc." Gibbs flips his phone shut and exits going down to autopsy.

The clock soon hits 1800 and you all decide to continue the search tomorrow, finding no leads from the people Jack found. You walk out of the building with McGee and Ellie.

"Really sucks when there's nothing to go on." Ellie grumbles, swaying her hands back and forth beside her.

"Tell me about it." McGee veers to the left, walking up to his car. "Although Delilah will be happy I'm coming home at a reasonable hour." He waves goodbye to you both. "See you in the morning."

"Bye Tim." You and Ellie say in unison.

Your gaze shifts to the empty spot where Jack's bike was this morning.

"She left an hour ago." Ellie, of course, had to see and comment but there was no teasing to her tone this time.

"Yeah, I sa-" You stop but there's no point so you continue. "She flirted with me in the office after you and Nick left." You needed to vocalise it with someone, like if you said it out loud then it must’ve happened. Your brain had been distracted all day, no amount of coffee could keep you from over thinking all the words and touches you shared with Jack. Hopefully telling Ellie wouldn't back fire, you hoped it would just stay between you two however she was getting rather close to Nick of late.

"Yeah? Want to tell me how?" She grinned, obviously happy to hear about it, she reminded you of your sister in so many ways. Always happy to talk about someone elses love life.

You stop by your car, leaning against the back door while Ellie leans against the trunk facing you. You recount the scene like you're telling her about a crime scene in your desk area and Ellie squeals.

"What about when Nick and I left you alone with Jack, here this morning?" She rubs her hands together, trying to keep warm.

You try and shrug the question off but you can hide the big smile that spreads across your face. "I really would suck at poker."

"Don't verse Jack or Gibbs then. Fornell always complains whenever we see him about how he gets schooled every dam time." She laughs. "So what happened?"

You sway your head from side to side with the big smile and you see Ellie move back and forth on her toes waiting for your reply.

"Come, on before I freeze to death." She whines, cupping her hands and blowing hot air into them. You start to feel the chill through your thick coat, clearly you were the smarter person when choosing your work clothes this morning.

"You hungry?" You never have to ask Ellie if she's hungry because she always is but you ask anyway.

"Of course. Chinese place down the road, on the corner?" Ellie was too eager for food and to get out of the cold night.

You nod and watch Ellie move around to her car which is two cars down from yours. You both drive down the street and park.

Thankfully the meal is brought out fast because the mention and then the smell of food has you salivating. Lunch was over six hours ago and you can't recall having anything to eat since, coffee was definitely not a good substitute for food as much as Gibbs thinks so. Ellie on the other hand had a snack around 1700, you know the exact time because Nick kept mentioning it every time she pulled out a new snack much to everyone annoyance. Ellie only commented it was to keep her juices flowing to help her find a lead. It didn't, it never usually did, it was just her excuse to get Nick to shut up which didn't work either.

"So you gonna ask to ride her bike?" She asks after you tell her about what happened this morning, blushing and all. You also mention a few other moments you and Jack had over the past few weeks in observation and her office.

"That a way of you asking if I'm going to ask her out?" You take another bite of your food, using it as a excuse not to say anything more.

"Kind of. It's a good way to lead to that. She clearly likes you. Probably waiting for you to make the first move." She shrugs, taking a sip of her soda. You can tell she's trying to play it cool. Ellie has mentioned a few friends of hers you might like, asked you to join her yoga class a few times.

"Always thought she'd be the one to make the move." Again with the thoughts slipping out of your mouth today. You go a slight pink tinge again and take a quick sip of water.

Ellie gulps down her drink and smiles. "I mean, not that I've thought about it, but yeah she does seem like the asker."

You nod and take another bite of your dinner. You'd be lying if you hadn't pictured, wondered what it would be like to date Jack, dreamt it a few times. Well more than date but the thought of actually going through with it, asking her out. That terrified you and clearly that showed on your face.

"She's flirted with you, teased. I doubt you'll get a no. Plus I haven't seen her this flirtatious since..." She trails off and looks slightly embarrassed and turns her attention back to her dinner. You, of course, know instantly how that sentence was going to end.

"Gibbs, right?" You saw their connection, they clearly had a personal relationship other than a work one.

"Yeah." Ellie breathes and puts her fork down. "It was a thing for a while. You had to really know them to see it but something was there and then one day it wasn't anymore. They are still friends, there was a lot more obvious flirting and" She paused, clearly thinking of the right way to continue. "touching. She use to get up in his personal space once in a while, I assume it happened more when we weren't around, seemed to calm him down on occasion but I haven't seen that since..." She had to think for a moment. "Well actually, a few weeks after you joined the team, if I'm being honest." She went back to eating, letting you take the new information in.  

It was true, in amongst your first weeks on team Gibbs you had noticed that Jack was a lot closer to Gibbs than the rest of his team which surprised you at first because you knew McGee was his oldest team member. That thought dwindled away though once the cases started to fly in and any personal thought left because your brain couldn't mess this new job up.

"Think they had a thing?" The thought had crossed your mind, how messy it might get if something had happened between them, he was your boss. They did seem fine at work. They, however are also great liars, investigators and Gibbs never brought his personal life to work so who knows what happens once the case is closed and they go home.

"Had, maybe. I tried my best not to think about it too much. We teased Jack plenty about it though." She smiled, remembering one of the moments but the smile dropped when she saw your concern. "Just ask her out, if she says no then I guess you work that out but I bet your $100 she wont."

You laugh at her bet. It was high, the most she ever put in on bets to guess how long a suspect would crack under Gibbs interrogations was only $20. "I'll think about it." The conversation shifted from there, back to casual chit chat amongst friends.

You both finish your dinner, eating everything on your plates. The hunger finally filled and you split the bill. "Great idea." Ellie says opening the door and you follow her out.

"Chinese food is always a good idea." You both smile and walk to your cars parked around the corner a bit. "It was good to chat to someone about it."

"Well whenever you need to talk about it or tell me how the date goes, I'm all ears." Ellie gives you a comforting smile as she opens her car door. "Promise i won't tell Nick." You smile at that, thankful for her discretion.  

"Thanks Ell. Night." You slid into your car, shutting the door on her goodbye as the wind gives you the chills. Now you're alone with your thoughts and the panic begins to build again. You decide to blast the tunes on your way home, distracting you slightly from what you're going to do next.

You get home to find the lights off, your sister left a note on the counter saying she's gone to bed and hopes you had a good day. You check her schedule on the fridge and see she has tomorrow off. Hoping she will be up before you leave for work in the morning, you don't leave a reply on the note and head straight to bed. Your dreams tempt you with possible outcomes and scenarios of asking Jack out on a date and going on said date. Some end wonderfully, others not so much.

You snap awake to the ding alert of your phone receiving a text message and you groan. The sun is barely lighting your room which means it's not yet time to wake up. You blindly search for your phone on the bedside table and it flashes blinding light as you bring it close to your face.

'Sorry if I woke you. Thought you liked my bike so much that I could pick you up and we could go to breakfast before work?' You heart almost jumps out of your chest after the few moments it takes your brain to register that it's Jack that sent you the invitation. So, she really is the asker. You tell your brain to shut up, it's not a date..right? This is all happening way too early for your brain to comprehend.

You take a deep breath. You groan, noticing the time is just after 0500. You didn't need to be at work for another three hours, you didn't need to be up for another one and a half. But the groan is nulled when another ding comes in.

'That's if you want to, of course.' You laughed picturing a nervous Jack. It was tempting to make her squirm a little more but you couldn't say no to this offer. You could hear Nick's teasing in your head and you sit up in your bed, propped up by your pillows behind you. Clearly she could change your mind about being the passenger.

'I think you owe me breakfast after waking me so early on a work day.' You hesitate for a second before pressing send. The reply is almost instantaneous.

'That a yes?' You smile giddily down at your phone, running a hand through your bed messed hair you think of something cheeky to reply.

'Sleek, sexy and yesss.' You blush thinking it may be too much for this hour of the day but hit send anyway.

Jack sends back a laughing emoji and a rosey cheeked smile. Not long after another ding comes through. 'Meet you out front in 45 minutes. Don't worry, I have a second helmet.'

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How we liking the build up and tease? I love writing the tease.. if it isnt obvious. 

[thechildoflightning]

Tectonic Plates- Ch2

Title: Tectonic Plates [Masterpost]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: None

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Chapter Title: Convergent

Summary: 

Patton visits the doctor, gets ice cream with his siblings, and works on the group project. It's a lot more stressful then it seems.

Warnings: Memory Loss, Tics, Racism, Ableism, Dead-Naming

[ao3 link]

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Chapter Two: Convergent

“Hi Patton,” the doctor greets, and he notes how she doesn’t even have to glance down at her sheet to remember his name. He’s here often enough.

“Hi,” he responds.

She starts with basic questions and Patton answers as normal. He’s already been asked the same by the nurse who came to check his blood pressure earlier.

“So you’re having larger memory gaps?” she finally gets to.

“Yeah,” Patton agrees, “Sometimes more than an hour long.”

“How often is that happening? And how long on average?”

“I don’t know,” he admits, and looks over at his mom. She has his journal out, and the stats ready to go.

“About once every week, averaging about fifty minutes that we’ve noticed,” she responds. The doctor nods and makes a note.

“Okay. And describe these gaps to me a bit more. Do you remember anything during that time?”

The conversation carries on, Patton and his mom receiting medical information as the doctor tries to piece together what’s going on.

“I think from here I’m going to order a blood test, a CT scan, and an EEG,” she tells them.

“That uh, seems like a lot,” Patton comments.

Holy shit his brain is really fucked up isn’t it?

“What are all those for?” his mom asks.

“Well these larger memory gaps are concerning- and considering we haven’t seen them in you before, Patton, I want to get a blood test to make sure we’re not overlooking any infections. The MRI we’ve down before and with that we’re looking for any noticeable changes in your brain. I also want an EEG, and this one specifically to track electrical ability in your brain to see if this is maybe the result of seizures.”

“You think I’m having seizures?” Patton asks.

“To be completely honest Patton- we don’t quite know what’s going on. We know your history of memory issues and loss is linked to you contracting meningitis at such a young age. Memory loss with meningitis isn’t unheard of. It does concern me that this seems to be getting dramatically worse, especially over a recent short period of times. That’s why I’m calling for these tests. And I do think there’s a potential that this new form of memory loss is in fact seizure activity, which you are also at increased chances of having due to meningitis. Hopefully these tests will allow us to get a clearer picture of what we’re looking at, so we can better deal with the issue on hand.”

That meant that they don’t know anything now.

And if they don’t know anything now, after sixteen years, that probably meant they weren’t ever going to know.

It’s one thing to adjust to new medical information, to get used to gaps in time and increased memory loss with results guiding them, tell Patton what was happening. 

It’s a whole different thing to have to get used to that without any further information, completely lost, stumbling through the dark.

Patton thinks he probably shouldn’t be wishing for a reason. Because a reason means something’s wrong with him. But, he already knows something’s wrong. At least a reason would explain that. Is it so bad to want a reason?

They set up the blood test, CT, and EEG appointments. Patton gets to go home after. He doesn’t feel up to homework, so he takes his binder off and lays down to take a nap. He’s so tired.

Of course, those plans are quickly foiled by his phone buzzing on his bedside table.

Patton groans but sits up carefully and reaches for the object. He opens it and reads through the texts.

It’s from a person named Sabrina, in a group chat, but Patton doesn’t know of any Sabrina’s. He scrolls up through past texts and quickly finds his answer. He’s in a group project with these kids for a class. 

He sighs and gets up to get his notebook for the class.

With the notebook now in hand he sits at his desk with it and his phone.

Sabrina has sent a long list of things they each need to do, spelling out each of their work in the project in exact detail. Patton’s a bit frustrated that she didn’t even bother to ask his input on what he wanted to do, but quickly brushes it off. He understands that it probably has to be incredibly frustrating to be in a group with him. Patton works at almost half the speed and has to constantly check with partners that they’re on the same page.

It’s- he wishes she would have asked him. It would have been nice. But he gets why she didn't. It isn’t a big deal.

He opens up his computer next to his notebook, and starts to work. He has the spoons to do work today, might as well.

Not much later, the door swings open and the dog starts barking, alerting Patton to the fact that his younger siblings are home. He can hear Liam chattering loudly and greeting the dog even as Dani stays silent at his side. Patton listens to their fading voices with a fond smile.

Except, their voices aren’t actually fading as they go up to their respective rooms. Instead, they’re getting closer, and suddenly there’s an excited knocking on his door.

“Eileeeeen,” Liam sings, “Can we come in?”

The use of his deadname twists in his stomach for a minute. He knows Liam doesn’t mean it, they’re all learning. Patton still finds him misgendering himself on occasion. 

Even so, it still hurts.

He could correct Liam. It’s just- Patton doesn’t want to make him feel bad. Plus it takes effort and it’s-

“Door’s open,” he replies, ignoring his thoughts.

Liam and Dani tumble in.

“Pat!” Liam says, zooming over to where Patton sits at his desk. He does a little bounce. “Can I give you a hug?”

“Course,” Patton responds, grinning down at his little brother easily, “Just be gentle please.”

Liam nods and embraces him, being especially careful around his back. Patton remembers how much he loves him as he holds him close.

“So? What’s up with the two of you?” Patton asks when Liam breaks the embrace.

“Me and Dani had an idea!” Liam announces.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” Liam agrees, “We thought the three of us and Blythe could go out for ice cream!”

“It was Liam’s idea,” Dani quickly affirms, as if somehow trying to get out of going out for ice cream.

“Yeah it was!” Liam’s quick to agree, “Because Dani did really well on her math test today!”

Dani’s cheeks instantly turn red and she ducks her head.

“Liam,” she hisses out, “You said you wouldn’t say anything.”

“You did?!” Patton exclaims, “Dani that’s awesome!”

“It’s only because you sat and helped me,” she grumbles, “I couldn’t figure it out myself.”

“I barely helped,” Patton and insists, “and either way, you did it yourself on the test. And it’s not a bad thing to need help.”

Dani ducks her head again and continues to blsh vibrantly.

“So can we go for ice cream?” Liam pushes.

“Go get Blythe and we can,” Patton tells him. 

Logan immediately leaves Patton;’s side, sprinting out of his room and upstairs to locate Blythe, shrieking all the way.

Dani rolls her eyes at Liam’s actions.

“Hey don’t roll your eyes,” Patton teases, “Who was it that tried to sled down the stairs in a bucket of stuffed animals?”

“Patton!” she groans, “That was one time!”

“And who is it that helps Liam wake up everyone with ear-piercing screeches on Christmas morning?”

“Ugh!” she groans, and storms out of the room, but the small smile on her face doesn’t escape Patton’s notice.

Patton stands to put on a bra before following her out of his room. He meets her in the living room just as Blythe and Liam are coming down the stairs.

“I- huh- heard we’re getting ice cream apparently- ah?” she says.

“I guess so,” Patton agrees.

She sighs, smile also fond if a bit exasperated, and herds them all to the car.

Patton forgets the ride there. He writes himself a note and pulls Blythe quietly aside to inform her so he doesn’t forget to add it to his log.

Liam leads the way to the ice cream parlor and he’s about to race the final stretch to the door when a woman stops Dani.

“Are you okay?” she asks, peering intentionally at Dani.

Patton’s big brother instincts step in full speed, he scans Dani over looking for any signs of harm, physical, emotional, or otherwise.

But Dani just seems confused.

“What, yeah I’m fine?”

The woman purses her lips and leans down to whisper- though it’s plenty loud enough for Patton, Blythe, and Liam to hear.

“Do you know these people?” she asks, eyebrows knitted in tense concern as her eyes scan the three of them warily. Patton feels his stomach sink. Blythe takes a half step to the side to block Liam from view.

Dani looks outright murderous.

Patton internally begs her to think before she speaks.

“Yes,” she says, “I’m getting ice cream with my siblings. I’m fine.”

The woman blinks.

“Oh these are your siblings? But you’re…” she trails off, but all of them knew what she was going to say. White. Dani’s white. Blythe, Patton, and Liam aren’t. 

“Bye,” Dani says coldly, and turns away.

The woman mutters something and leaves. 

Exactly after, Blythe shakes her head with a suppressed tic and her arm follows. She lets out a loud yelp and immediately slams a hand over her mouth as she turns to watch the still retreating women in fear. She doesn’t turn around. Blythe takes her hand away. Liam’s smaller one clings onto it.

Besides Blythe’s tics, they’re all silently frozen for a minute.

“Hey Liam,” Dani asks, “What ice cream are you going to get.”

Liam looks up at her and pushes a smile back on his face.

“I dunno,” he says, and his cheerfulness only seems a little bit forced, “There’s so many choices. There’s strawberry but I also really like chocolate, but the sherbet is so pretty. Oh! And the cotton candy made my tongue turn blue once! That was fun!” he rambles, and the four of them continue towards the store.

Liam, predictably chooses rocky road. He almost always does, no matter how often he talks about all the other flavors. Patton doesn’t really get it. He gets cookie dough this time.

Patton’s knee is starting to hurt, so he takes his ice cream and herds his siblings to a table as Blythe pays.

“How’s your day been?” Blythe asks at one point when Dani is busy scowling at Liam as he tries to convince her to play a game with him.

“Eh,” Patton admits, because Blythe he’s always been able to be honest around, “Doctor went fine, but was frustrating. Same thing as always- they have no clue what’s going on. But I’ve had a surprising amount of spoons today which has been nice.”

“Spoons,” Liam speaks up, “But you only have one?” He stares in confusion at Patton’s spoon in his ice cream.

Patton smiles at him.

“Yeah. This is a different type of spoon.”

“What other types of spoons are there?”

“Lemme show you,” Patton. He looks around, but doesn’t find any spoons. But Blythe is a;ready way ahead of him, speaking to someone at the counter with a smile. The person’s face is drawn and they are a bit, but they pass over a large handful of spoons regardless.

“Okay,” Patton says as Blythe hands him the spoons. “This is something called spoon theory. I’m going to have you hold the spoons, and then we’re going to talk about your day.”

“Okay?” Liam says, confused even as Patton hands him the spoons. His smaller hands hold them awkwardly.

“So walk me through your day, share everything you did.”

“I got up and went to school today?” Liam says, almost like it’s a question.

“That’s good,” Patton encourages, “but more detail. What did you do very first today?”

“I woke up and got out of bed.”

Patton nods, and reaches over and takes a spoon from his brother’s hands. Liam looks up at him in shock.

“You took the spoon!”

“Yup,” Patton agrees, “What’s the next thing you did?”

“I took a shower.”

Another spoon is taken away. Liam doesn’t say anything this time, but watches Patton. Dani, who was previously looking at the window, tries to subtly focus her attention on what’s happening.

“I ate breakfast. I got my backpack ready for school. I walked to school. I went to all my classes. I walked home from school.”

Five more spoons disappear. Liam has less than half left.

“What happens when the spoons run out?” he asks.

“What do you think happens?” Patton encourages. Because there’s no real way for Liam to understand his life, there’s no way for Liam to understand the constant pain, the draining energy, the calculations Patton puts into each day. This is the best metaphor he’s heard of.

“Well you’re taking away spoons when I do something,” he says, “So… if I run out I can’t do more things?”

“Exactly. Good job,” Patton praises.

Liam grins at the attention, but his expression quickly morphs into a frown.

“What if I run out of spoons before the day’s over? And I can’t do anything? What happens if I don’t have more spoons?”

“You have to wait until you get spoons back,” Patton explains. “Sometimes resting helps, sometimes you just have to wait. Sometimes you wake up and you start with more spoons, or less.”

“I don’t- I don’t think I run out of spoons?” Liam says. “I don’t get it.”

“That’s okay,” Patton encourages, “It’s not supposed to be you, it’s supposed to be me.”

“Well why do you have spoons and I don’t? Am I going to get spoons one day? It doesn’t seem very good.”

“I have spoons because I’m disabled. It’s how my life works. I start with spoons and I have to learn how to use them and manage them so I don’t run out. And that can be really hard.”

“So you rest more. And can’t do as many things sometimes,” Liam adds on.

“Yeah,” Patton encourages.

Liam frowns and quickly whispers some things to himself, setting down spoons as he does so. Eventually, all of them rest on the table.

“There’s not enough spoons for ice cream,” he realizes. “I’m sorry. I made you come.”

“You didn’t make me come,” Patton tells him, “Ice cream did take a spoon. But I have a bit more spoons today, and it was a spoon I was willing to spend. I’m okay. I just need you to listen to me when I sometimes say I can’t do things or need a break or need more time. Okay? Can you do that?”

“Yes!” Liam is quick to reassure. Dani nods slightly off to the side.

“Awesome,” Pat says, “Thank you.”

Soon enough, Liam is rambling about his day again, even getting Dani to chip in about hers as they finish their melting ice cream. It’s a nice moment.

-

The next morning Patton wakes up to a screeching alarm clock and a buzzing phone. He groans, shutting the alarm off first before checking his texts.

It’s a group chat, with three names he doesn’t recognize, asking him about dates for something. He frowns and opens it, scrolling up the chat to realize it’s a group project for one of his classes. They’re asking him about dates to meet up. 

But the dates they sent don’t work for him, Patton knows they don't. Why don’t they?

He checks his phone calendar, realizes that’s when he has to go back to the doctor. He- he has to get some tests done, right? 

He’ll check his notes later to be sure. Right now he needs to text the group chat that he can’t do those dates

To: Group

Patton: Sorry cant do those times. Doctors appointment.

Now that that’s done, he gets out of bed. 

And the moment he stands a spasm of pain rolls through his back. He catches himself on his bed before he falls over and hisses through grit teeth. The pain starts to subside. Somewhat.

He takes a breath. He waits a minute. Then, he carefully stands full upright, focusing on each tiny movement his back makes.

It feels like it’s on fire. But at least now it’s starting to simmer versus torch him. He carefully rolls his shoulders. His back settles somewhat, settling at a low familiar ache. Patton doesn’t risk his binder today. Dysphoria sucks, but the chance of causing further damage to his back and increasing his pain isn;t worth it. He grabs his cane.

-

Patton’s day sucks.

His back continues to spasm at random points, sending harsh shooting pains all across it. He doesn’t want to risk stretching out at school, where he doesn’t have a place to lie down or someone to help him if he needs it. But he’s pretty sure that sitting all day is making it worse. 

It hurts.

But finally it’s his last class of the day and the bell’s ringing and Patton can finally go home and there’s a person approaching him and she’s saying his name and Patton really does not want to talk to anyone right now he wants to rest.

But Patton doesn’t know what she wants, maybe she needs something, so he puts on a bright grin and nods in her direction from his seat.

“You can't keep flaking,” she tells him.

Patton blinks- unsure what she’s even talking about. She seems to know him but Patton has literally zero clue who she is and he doubts she’d be okay with him asking if her aggressive attitude is anything to go off of.

“What?” he says instead.

“Look. This is a group project. That’s two days in a row you’ve said you can’t meet up during, with the same excuse of a doctor’s visit. You need to put in effort here.”

Oh. Patton knows who she is now.

There’s a little bit of anger that comes with her statement too. Because here she is, coming in with anger and aggression because Patton’s missed two days and automatically assumes he’s lying. He gets it- most people don’t go to the doctor as often as he does. But she could have been nicer.

Patton doesn’t blame her though. Maybe she’s had a bad day. Most people do use the “I have to go to the doctor” excuse. 

Either way, she does need to hear the truth.

“I wasn’t flaking,” he insists.

“Really?” she asks, an eyebrow raised and shaking her head, “Two doctor’s appointments in two weeks?”

“Yes.”

“What could you possibly need to see a doctor about twice in two weeks now?”

Patton admits that at this point his patience is thinning. He’s telling the truth and now she’s pressing into his private medical information and it’s not fair. It’s not fair, Patton shouldn’t have to share this with her but she expects him to. Why is Patton expected to share everything medical with everyone?

She doesn’t know though. She doesn’t know. She doesn’t know.

That makes it okay?

“That’s private information,” he eventually settles on.

She’s not going to believe him. She’s not- Patton can see it on her face, her disbelieving eyes, her scorn. She doesn’t believe and there’s no way she will unless Patton tells her everything- about how his memory doesn’t fucking work and sometimes he forgets huge chunks of times and he still doesn’t know her name and forgets that he’s even in a group project because his memory doesn’t even work-

She huffs.

She doesn’t believe him.

“This project is really important,” she tells him, “And I need an A in this class. Get your shit together.”

She storms out of the classroom.

Patton sighs, takes a breath. It’s surprisingly hard to breathe. He stands carefully, watching his back for any signs that it doesn’t like what he’s doing. It hurts. He stands, grabs his cane, leaves the classroom. He goes home. He’s not sure what else he can do.

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Many ways to say I love you: Day Twenty Five.

Kidge-a-palooza 2019 Prompt: Longing. Pairing: Kidge (VLD) Universe: Post canon. Status: Part 6/7

For the past five years, Keith was always clear that the war had left serious consequences in himself, many of which cannot be seen physically. After all, it was inevitable when fighting a 10,000-year-old empire, but not all of them usually hold negative characteristics.

One of them is his impeccable ability to react to critical situations with enviable speed and serenity, always giving the best option when his judgment is warranted.

But at that time, while being accompanied by Ezor and Zethrid through the aisles of the garrison with palpable anxiety, he may end up fainting right there.

Both women were worried about him, being their leader both in the intergalactic aid program, and in the control of Marmora leaf missions, so seeing him with the nerves to the surface is not something that can be considered good.

The message that the green paladin sent hours ago had certainly worried him, but Keith declined to mention anything about its content.

When they reached the restroom, they met Lance chatting animatedly with a couple of cadets who were part of a project that he was probably leading in his spare time. Keith ran quickly to him as if life were going out of it.

''Hi! I thought you would arrive in a few more weeks...''

''Lance, Where is Pidge?'' Lance looked at him in dismay, and with some fun on his face.

''Apparently, you read her message recently, right?''

''I don't have time for your games, tell me where it is!'' He asked anxiously, drawing the attention of Ezor and Zethrid.

''Hey calm down buddy, today is her day off, she must surely be at her parents' house.''

''Thank you.'' Without paying attention to Lance's questions, he went immediately to the exit, without first asking his companions not to follow him for any reason and disregarding congratulations on Lance's high before leaving the room.

''Did something happen with Miss Holt, Mr. McClain?'' One of the cadets asked.

''Nothing important, Pidge probably played a joke on our friend.''

''What type of joke?'' Ezor inquired, curious about the whole thing. ''Did say she was dying?''

''Nah, she will surely have told him that was a father.''

The screams of both girls were stuck in her throat as Lance approached the screen of his cell phone, and a sweet awww came out in their place on the part of everyone to see the images taken a couple of days ago.

 ...

 When he arrived at the residence of the Holt family, he realized that his hands were sweating profusely, he didn't know very well what would do when he saw her after several months of absence on earth. Colleen received him happy to see him earlier than planned at the door, and without knowing what to say, he followed her silently inside the residence.

There, in the middle of many familiar faces, he could see Pidge sitting on the floor next to Kosmo and Bae Bae, surprised by his appearance.

''I'm glad you came back early! Did you read my message?''

''Hello...'' It was the only thing he could articulate while taking her hands tightly. He was shaking but dared not hug her in front of her parents at that moment. ''So it is true?''

''Of course, I couldn't believe it either.'' She brings him closer to their pets. ''Look, don't you think they are the cutest thing you've ever seen in the universe?''

Keith didn't give credit, he didn't know if it was because of the little puppies that surrounded his partner on her stomach, or the vile scam of the message Pidge had sent him. Kosmo had had a litter of four small wolverines, whose colors varied from white to dark blue that characterized it. The face of desolation was palpable, making Matt and Shiro laugh loudly, who had already guessed what Pidge had told him to force him to return earlier than expected.

''I am going to kill you.'' He said at last. Pidge, however, was falsely surprised by his threat, moving away from him to take one of the puppies in her hands.

''As you wish, but first we have to put names to our little babies.''

''Pidge...''

''Keith breathes.'' Shiro patted him on his back, seeing as a vein protruded over his hundred. ''If it had been true what I think Katie sent you, she wouldn't have told you by courier.''

''Already at this point, I think I have lost all faith in her, we will break.''

''Dramatic.''

''Learn not to scare people, damn it!'' Before pouncing on Pidge, she was approached by the puppy she had in her arms excited. He took it doubtfully after a few seconds, not even Kosmo had been as small as he did when he found him in the quantum abysm next to his mother, which touched him for a moment, slightly fading his frustration. ''It's... Too fragile.''

A loud sigh came out of his lungs as soon as he relaxed, calming the mood of the room, to sit next to Pidge and look more closely at the other puppies.

They searched for their mother's chest awkwardly, and barely had enough strength to open their eyes as they climbed on top of each other, complaining in the attempt. Keith laughed when one of them turned to try to get away from his brothers, completely relieving his annoyance with Pidge's lie.

He pulled her to his lap to lean on her shoulder when she told him how difficult it had been to help his space wolf to give birth, since that same night, a heavy storm fell that alerted Kosmo for many hours. Matt and Shiro had decided it was time to leave them alone, to give them some privacy.

''I'm very sorry that you took it so hard, I thought it wouldn't be so bad. '' Keith kissed the contour of her shoulder, in response to having been forgiven many minutes ago, Pidge sighed in relief. ''Aren't they beautiful?''

''They are, but ... What will we do with them as soon as they grow up? It is already difficult to take care of Kosmo and BaeBae when we are working.''

'' Well...'' Pidge turned to stare at him. ''Mom commented that it would be best to give them up for adoption.''

''Why?'' Keith couldn't help the trouble in his tone of voice. ''They are Kosmo's children, I will not get rid of them.''

''Okay, listen.'' She settled on the back of the chair to see his head-on. ''I knew you wouldn't like the sound of this, but you have to understand that having four cosmic wolf cubs is not a game, Keith. They need care, food and a lot of attention when they are young, we hardly pay attention to ours. How do you think they would feel seeing us only three hours a day?''

''Yeah, but...'' Keith felt doubtful about the issue. Pidge gave him a soft kiss on his cheek to appease the atmosphere that had tensed in a few minutes. ''I don't like how that sounds… I couldn't leave them.''

''You won't, in fact, when Mom mentioned the idea, it had occurred to me who could have the privilege of having a beautiful Kogane-Holt puppy.''

''Okay, I hear you.'' He replied laughing at the last. Hearing their last names from Pidge's mouth sounded temptingly pleasant.

''First, one of them is ours, right Kosmo?'' The wolf growled affirmatively; Keith's eyes shone with happiness knowing that they would stay with a puppy. ''Shiro said he planned to talk to Curtis to adopt one of them.''

''Seriously?'' Keith couldn't agree more with that decision. Pidge nodded animatedly.

''Before you arrived, he told me that he would tell him this week on his day off, so, if that were the case, Shiro would be the new home of one of the puppies.'' Both were satisfied with that decision, knowing that Shiro's home would be as ideal as being with them. ''One can go to the McClain family.''

''But Lance doesn't like Kosmo. And... Dogs in general.'' He commented skeptically. ''Why would he want one?''

''Because Lance didn't ask me, but Veronica. She said her family needs to have a guardian for the animals when they are not at home, and her nephews would do well to grow up with a pet.'' Keith nodded pleased once he thought carefully. It was a good idea, also considering that Lance's family was numerous and friendly, his puppy wouldn't feel alone at any time. So far, the options were adequate and close, so he felt no problem giving them to them. ''The other…''

''Who else? ¿Hunk? Koran?'' She slowly denied.

''Hunk said he didn't have time to have a recipe eater when he constantly travels through space. And Coran is not very interested in having a partner having the mice, and could eat his comb for the mustache.'' She sighed softly to say the last proposal, hoping that Keith wouldn't take it so badly.  ''It's Iverson.''

 ...

 Two months passed quickly since the last time Keith had embarked on land.

Many times, while in space, he didn't feel truly close to his planet. His family was close to him, complying with the control of the government of the galras, while his companions accompanied him on interstellar travel. Logically, he missed his friends more than he would admit out loud, but if by any chance of fate, Atlas returned to sail with all his neighbors inside, Keith would leave nothing behind to bind him on earth.

That thought was slowly eating him up. Somehow, he wanted to have what his friends missed when they walked away during diplomatic missions. Family memories, endearing sensations that would take him to a past day, and especially, a place where he could return when he was not busy. Those kinds of ideas had come as soon as Pidge had thrown that ridiculous joke that even her parents recriminated once they had heard.

For several days, Keith had the feeling that his first emotion upon knowing that lie was a disappointment, but he couldn't understand why.

''You have a strange face.'' Acxa let her look at the data on her screen to avert his gaze to Keith, worried when he didn't answer her in any way while still looking at nothing. ''Does something happen?''

''I... I've only been thinking a lot.''

''About the puppies?''

''What?'' He looked up confused.

''They have already turned three months. Veronica told me to take it this week because your wolf no longer breastfeeds them.''

''Oh yeah, you're right.'' He sighed wistfully to remember that fact, he had been close to the puppies to spend their last days with them, a soft smile was drawn on his face, making Acxa growl.

''You don't trust in me.''

''I do.''

He stopped her quickly, if something he had learned working with her, is that Acxa easily resented the minimum questioning of trust. He didn't recriminate her for that and had learned to cope with it. Working with Lotor had left sequels in her as in Keith with the war.

''I'm confused.''

''About Kosmo?''

''It's not about Kosmo!'' Keith sighed heavily before continuing, at least she seemed more relaxed. ''I... I received a message from Pidge before embarking on the Garrison.''

''I heard from Ezor, she told you that you were a father.'' Keith nodded silently.

''I thought it was she who was pregnant, and I think I lost my mind a bit in the process because I haven't stopped thinking about it.'' Keith was silent for a few seconds, saying it out loud felt lighter than many weeks ago, Acxa meanwhile, waited. ''I guess maybe I got more excited about it.''

''Well, who among us wouldn't want a family? It's something we never had when we grew up.''

A family.

Keith's mind stopped working at those words... As if he hadn't seen something too obvious that was written in his nose.

But before continuing to talk, Pidge and Iverson approached them.

''The ship will be ready to leave in another week for the A-78 galaxy, so we are loading the latest power supplies.''

''Thanks, Pidge.'' Keith mentioned while Acxa accepted the latest reports from his hand.

''I'll go show it to Kolivan so that everything is in order and we leave without contingencies.''

And with a soft smile towards Keith in an attempt to comfort, Acxa withdrew into the room. Seizing the opportunity, before Iverson said goodbye to Pidge and continued his work, Keith stopped him.

''Sir, I would like to speak with you.''

''What is it about?'' Inquired severely.

''Are you still interested in adopting one of Kosmo's puppies?'' Iverson was slightly confused for a few seconds, and with a drastically lower voice, he asked.

''I ... I didn't know if it would be considered.''

''When we first arrived on earth, you treated my wolf kindlier than many people. I really believe that our puppy would be in good hands if you wanted to.'' If there was some emotion in Iverson's eyes when Keith finished, it was immediately changed to a neutral face, although his smile remained.

''Well ... Yes, I'd love to.'' Pidge's smile widened at his response. ''Now, if you'll excuse me, I have issues to attend to.'' Pidge gave him a soft hug as they watched the officer entered through the hallways of the Garrison, clearly happier than normal.

''That was very sweet Keith, I thought you wouldn't want to give it to him.''

''What I said was true, Iverson loved Kosmo as soon as he saw her. After thinking about it for a few days, I didn't think it was a bad idea.''

Keith circled her waist while Pidge rested her arms on his shoulders, giving them a feeling of intimate comfort. There was nothing but machines and airplanes parked outside, with a few people who had more interesting things to do than observe them. So it was one of the few moments that could be affectionate outside the home without feeling uncomfortable.

''You're a mature man, Keith Kogane.'' Pidge smiled sweetly. So, Keith thought that moment would be ideal to let his worries out.

''You know, I've been thinking a lot about something.''

''Yeah, me too.'' Keith was surprised by the seriousness of her face, lightly squeezing his hands on her waist, had Pidge also had his same concerns all this time? ''How did BaeBae manage to breed Kosmo? Isn't she, like, three times bigger than my dog?''

''Oh my god, Pidge.'' He growled loudly, dropping onto her shoulder.

''What!? It is a genuine question.''

''I want a family.'' There he was, his low impulses acting again. He felt her back tighten on his fingers at that statement. So, without being able to continue fucking anymore, he continued. ''Not puppies, or rare machines that you do in your spare time, I want a family with children... And maybe more puppies, because they were very cute.'' When he looked up, he could see the alert in her eyes. Pidge was scared, or confused, he didn't know very well which of the two won her heart at that moment. ''I... I'll understand that you don't want to say anything for now, or send me to hell. But I want you to know that I have thought about it a lot, there is no one with whom I want to have a family, then with you, Ka-''

''Yes.'' It had been a whisper, almost inaudible if it wasn't for the proximity. Keith felt his heart pound so fast it would explode inside.

''Y-yes?''

''Yes... I would like to have a family with you.'' Pidge laughed while he saw Keith's face lighting up with joy, but before he wanted to kiss her, she pulled it away with a wave of her hand. ''But you have to talk seriously, not here. At home, both alone.'' He took hir fingers to give them a strong kiss on her yolks.

''Of course.''

Both smiled, with a project waiting to be evaluated in privacy.

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Lucky To Have You (yandere!jungkook x reader!)

slight and short smut, mentions of smut, daddy kink lol, possessive ass shit, overprotective Jungkook, the smallest bit of dirty talk , profanity (uhm it’s your girls first time writing smut and pls don’t attack me on my skills oof)

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☉yandere!jungkook x reader☉

A boarding school. That was where you were going. On this long-lasting and never-ending trip, you were expecting something spectacular. After all, being cramped in a car with the smell of dead bugs in some taxi made you want something extravagant. Your mother rode in the front seat, chatting with the driver and if you had to tell your mother a piece of advice it would be to stop talking. The driver wanted nothing to do with her or her ranting about her beautiful baby daughter that's growing up and finally leaving the nest.

"Honey, are you excited?" Your mother asked excitedly, jumping up and down in her seat. "You are going to meet such cool people."

I tried my best to smile for my mother, but it was no use as the result was only some weird awkward grin.

"Remember focus on grades first, and then boys, and also don't get too carried away with partying and call every night so I and your father know that you're safe." My mother was still ranting on, you spaced out soon after, and as time passed you could see the school towering over the many trees.

An odd place to put a school in your opinion. No other buildings were in sight, except for the tiny police station which was at least 3 miles away and it looked pretty abandoned.

"Be careful in there okay, you are far away from home and me and your father will be worrying about you every night and day," She said solemnly, holding my hand. You could see tears brim st her eyes and you groaned, but you were trying to mask your sadness of going away.

"Mom, we aren't even there yet, could you stop crying already?" I said teasingly, but I rubbed her hand in comfort.

"Okay, young lady this is your stop."

I looked out the window with disinterest, but my eyes widened when I caught sight of the school in front of me. It didn't even look like a school, Hogwarts maybe, but it was even more like a castle!

"Miss Y/n, I presume?" A young voice called out right after I stepped out of the car.

"Yes, and who are you?"

"I'm Jeon Jungkook, it's a pleasure to meet you," He said bowing respectfully. He seemed shy since there was a blush on his face, but he did a good job of brushing off his bashfulness.

"Thank you for the welcoming greeting," I say kindly a smile present on my face.

His blush only grew at the sight of your smile before snapping out of his small daze.

"Please let me get your bags. I was assigned to guide you through the school," he said politely, grabbing your heavy bags from your grip.

"Oh! My!" Your mom cried out, slamming the car door shut and you could practically see the driver roll his eyes. He was in for a trip on the way back, which was a 10-mile drive by the way.

"You are just the boy aren't you! So handsome, Y/n keep him for yourself or else the girls might take him away." This time Jungkook and I were both trying our best to hide our blushes.

"Mom, please. He's only here to guide me through the school, and I'm sure he is probably scared of me now... knowing who I am related to." I muttered the last part, Jungkook chuckling at my snarky comment.

And let me tell you. It has been 5 minutes of me knowing this undeniably handsome student, and his laugh was just the nicest thing to hear, especially when you've been in a car ride with a non-stop, babbling mother for more than 40 minutes. He tried his best covering his laughter with his hand, but you could notice his bunny teeth showing through his attempts.

"Oh honey, stop it with your comments now," your mother loudly slapped you on the back making you yelp. "Now, I believe I should be on my way, thank you for helping my daughter, beautiful child, but I have to leave now."

Your mother averted her attention back to you, hugging you tightly, practically crying into your shoulder. Jungkook could only awkwardly witness your mother cry as you could only sigh and pat her back in assurance.

"I'll be safe and don't worry about me, anyway I'm sure Jungkook will help me," I winked teasingly at the boy who jokingly saluted at your mothers back, making you laugh once more.

"Okay sweetie, I trust you. Be careful and stay alert and always call me!" You mother left with her joyous smile, climbing into the cab, much to the driver's dismay. You two watched as the car drove off as you waved her goodbye.

Once the car was out of sight, you looked at Jungkook apologetically.

"I'm sorry about her, she can be overboard sometimes. I swear she was more excited to get here than I was...not that I wasn't excited to be here! I was just like dreading moving to another school and so far away from home, I also noticed that there are no buildings around here....I'm so sorry for rambling, I just kind of talk a lot when I'm nervous and I am doing it again, I'm so sorry!" I bowed several times to show how sorry I was, but his hand on my shoulder stopped me from going down another time.

"Don't worry about it, it was cute." He said with a grin and I could feel my face get hotter, from both his compliment and his sweet smile. "Now let's go, you have a lot to see and learn about this new school. And as your guide, I promise to show you everything!"

With the lighter tone he had set, you felt more comfortable to be in this school and his presence.

For the rest of the tour, you were dying from laughter. Students looked at you two in curiosity, both for the fact that they haven't seen you before and why you were laughing alongside one of the most popular boys in the school. No one approached you two or questioned it, going on their merry way instead.

At the end of the whole tour, you were crying tears of laughter and your stomach hurt from all the jokes he had cracked.

"Ah, thank you so much for this warm welcome, I really like this school because of the tour you gave me," I say, bowing again as he waved his hand about.

"Don't worry about it, and also don't worry about it tomorrow either. I will be showing you to all of your classes throughout the day tomorrow." He was about to turn and walk away, but he stopped and looked back at you.

"Also for warning, you have a boy roommate, talk to you later Y/n!" He exclaimed before running in the opposite direction of you.

Aw he was so sweet to you and giving you a tour...WAIT A MINUTE

"Jeon Jungkook come back here!!" I yell, but he only flashed a smile to you before disappearing at the turn of the corner.

You were about to yell again, but the swinging of the door next to you interrupted you. And you had to double take at the sight in front of you before you clamped your hands over your eyes in bashfulness.

"Ah, what's with all this noise?" Their deep voice caught you off guard as you tried to not look at the shirtless man in front of you. "I swear you kids these days are so loud. Come on in Y/n, or else I might slam this door in your face."

The man that made your face burn 100 degrees was wearing nothing but a waist towel.

"Yah! You wanna stand there forever and stare or you wanna get inside," I scurry around in my place, grabbing all of my bags and rushing inside the seemingly small complex. For the most part, it was all white, and tidy which you appreciated.

"About time," he said reappearing from what you guessed to be the bathroom, but this time he was actually wearing clothes. I shut the door, locking it behind me.

"I'm Min Yoongi, third year and you are Y/n L/n Second Year...if I'm correct?" I slowly nodded my head at his words, my face still red from my mass blushing.

"Good to know, well to get a few things straight I have rules for this whole place. 1. There will be no such thing such as alcohol, drugs, or boys in here. If you wanna get fucked or get drunk, do that anywhere but here. Those rules also apply to me." My face reddened even more at his bluntness, but he ignored that and looked directly into my eyes. "2. I expect that we both keep this place clean and filth free, filth includes boys and girls. 3. I don't want to get into a fucking argument with you about these rules, I want both of us to live here without interacting with each other as much as possible."

In all honesty, you were kind of hurt. If one student was like this, what are the others gonna be like? After all, most students that went here were probably all spoiled brats after all this school did cost a lot of money. You were accepted solely for the fact that you got a scholarship.

"Oka-"

"Perfect, now I have places to be and if you don't mind I'll be on my way. Oh! Your key to this room is on your nightstand, which is near your bed, there's only one spare key so don't lose it. See ya later Y/n!" He waved lazily towards you before slamming the door shut.

"I guess I'm left to be here all by myself," I say, huffing. Instead of being productive and unpacking everything, you toured the spacious apartment. It was actually very big. There were 2 bedrooms, separated by a wall. One kitchen and dining table and one bathroom.

"The only problem is the bathroom, but everything else is nice. I can start unpacking now." I say before taking a deep breath. You didn't stop anytime in between as you continuously unpacked box after box after luggage after luggage. It seemed Yoongi knew how much stuff you were bringing because the room had everything you needed to fit everything in.

You put your electronics on the study table and went directly to the bathroom. It was already night time and you had been sweating since the moment you got into the cab. And you needed to have a nice long shower.

Taking extra clothes and a towel and placing them on the small counter, you stepped into the smoldering hot shower. The water eased your strained and definitely overused muscles and if you could, you would've fallen asleep right in the shower. But the last thing you wanted right now, was to see your bastard roommate find you naked in the shower.

After about 20 minutes of a relaxing shower, you stepped out, drying your body in the process, and then wrapping your robe around your body. I grabbed the extra clothes I had and stepped out of the bathroom, only to see my roommate on his bed, which mind you was directly in front of the bathroom, sifting through his laptop, headphones on.

"You take a long shower." He commented, lazily looking at you. I tried hiding my face but then realized that that wouldn't do anything to help me, except save the tiny bit of dignity I had...which really didn't matter considering I would have to share this room with him until he graduates. So you were sure that this would be happening more than once in your years of staying in this one room with this oddball.

"Oh shut up, you fucking dweeb." I bit back, finding my voice. He looked at me in amusement, probably surprised that I could talk.

"That was what I was waiting for. You were faster than the last guy, by a whole 10 minutes." He said, swinging his feet over the edge of the bed.

"What?!" I exclaim, kinda scared of what he was talking about. 'Did this guy kill the last person that shared a room with him?'

"I didn't kill the guy, by the way, he just graduated," Yoongi said, reading my thoughts perfectly.

"Then what are you talking about me beating him by 10 minutes?" I ask, dropping my clothes at his bedside.

"I put my roommates through hell until they finally break. If they break in 5 minutes of us sharing a room, they are too aggravating and I can't share a room with them. If they break in 10 minutes, I know that they are still too bossy and I also can't stay with someone like that for at least a year. But if they break in 30 minutes, like you did, then I know they have at least enough patience to deal with my bullshit." He finished his last sentence with cracking a beer open. "And those rules I gave you were complete bullshit, by the way, drink, fuck, do whatever you want in here. But if you are, at least tell me so I can leave. I don't want to hear you getting fucked by some other guy, okay?"

I stood there stunned at all the information I had to process.

"So you're telling me, you created an elaborate plan to see if I was worthy of being your roommate, then you make-up fake rules that I have to abide to-"

"Technically, you didn't really break any of them yet, which is good." He said before taking a long, loud sip from the beer bottle.

"I..." I took a dramatic pause trying to find my thoughts, "...am going to love being roommates with you!!"

His shoulders seemed to become unstiff at my response, smiling a bit.

"Me as well, L/n. Me as well."

"Now, taking in account for all the stress and bullshit you put me through, you owe me 20 dollars," I say, an innocent look on my face.

"20 Dollars!? Hell no!!"

"I expect payment tomorrow!"

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The next morning I woke up to someone shaking me.

"Y/n!"

"Five more minutes!" I yell, slamming a pillow at the hand that was shaking me.

"You're definitely different from the girl yesterday," they noted, and I felt the bed dent meaning they had sat the foot of the bed.

"Yah, Jungkook let the girl sleep." You heard your roommate call out, as he dried his bleached white hair with a towel. "She was up late last night unpacking tell the dean that she gets a day off."

Jungkook gave a side glare to Yoongi who only rolled his eyes, unamused at the younger ones attempt to try and scare him.

"Well, unlike you I bet Y/n actually cares about her grade and bothers to attend classes, right Y/n?" You just moved around your bed in response, but Jungkook took it as a yes.

"I go to classes, you popular kids just don't notice me. Oh, and last time I checked I was still above you in the grading system, Jungkook." Yoongi spat, leaving your room glaring at your guide.

"It's my job to make sure you get around campus Y/n, and you aren't making it easy for me," Jungkook said, lifting your arm out from the warm covers and bringing all of your dead weight to his body so he could carry you.

"I don't wanna leave my bed!" You whined, clinging to his neck making his face heat up from the close contact. "Please, 5 more minutes."

With the tired yet cute look you gave him, he would've said yes a million times, but it was his job to make sure that you attended all of your classes and you got around campus safely.

"I'm sorry, baby girl, but you gotta get up." The nickname slipped from his tongue and he himself didn't even catch it, but you did. Even in your tired state you did and it made you blush, thank god you had just woken up or else you would've looked like you were burning up.

"Fi-Fine," you stuttered, slowly letting your arms fall to your side once he put you down. Jungkook stood there for a few moments admiring your wake-up look, and you were just as beautiful as you were yesterday. How are you so effortlessly beautiful?

"I have to change, Jungkook," I said, shyly pulling my oversized shirt over the hem of my short sleeping shorts.

"Ye-Yeah, sorry." He scrambled out of your neat room, shutting the door behind him.

I sighed heavily and quickly changed, not wanting to leave Jungkook waiting in the small room with Yoongi. You had heard their short banter while you were half sleeping and you could only think that they never really got along.

After changing into the uniform, pulling the short skirt as low as possible without flashing your underwear, you left the room with your bag.

"I'm just gonna wash up, I'll be quick." You informed Jungkook who nodded his head like a puppy. He was very cute, that was all you could think of rushing into the bathroom.

"Don't lead her on Jungkook, I know your game." Yoongi spat, combing his bangs that were in front of his face.

"What game? And I'm not even leading her on." Jungkook countered, calmly leaning against the wall. "And why do you care about her? I bet you're just so excited to share a room with a girl aren't you? Did you make any moves yet, Min Yoongi?"

Yoongi was about to bite back with a sentence that would've really hit a nerve on Jungkook, but you came out of the bathroom just in time.

"I hope you weren't fighting like dogs while I was in there," you said jokingly, but you meant all seriousness in the world when you said that.

"Not at all, baby girl," Jungkook said smoothly, making Yoongi role his eyes in the mirror, which you did miss.

"Don't call me that, Jungkook. You're going to keep getting me flustered." You said, hiding your face in your hands.

"You're cute flustered, so I don't mind. It fits you anyway." Jungkook said, picking his bag up from the floor. "Let's go, we might be able to tour the campus again before our first period."

You nodded and you were about to leave, but Yoongi's hand went straight for your wrist that was about to touch the door handle. Jungkook was by your side immediately, fuming at the hand that was placed on your wrist. He glared at his older classman, but Yoongi didn't flinch.

"I think I should go with you two, Jungkook might not lead you to the right class, after all, he is only a second year, he might get lost," Yoongi said calmly, maintaining eye contact with you ignoring the angry boy next to him.

"I'm fully capable of tou-"

"Yeah! The more the merrier, right Jungkookie?" The nickname slipped off of your tongue so nicely he could only gulp and nod his head.

"Su-Sure."

Yoongi let out a smirk of pridefulness, opening the door for you, letting you go first and then Jungkook follow after. He made sure to widen his smirk when Jungkook passed, who only ignored his entire presence, and locked the door when everyone left.

If you thought the stares from yesterday were bad, the ones people were giving you today made you feel more than uncomfortable. Yoongi glared at all of the passers-by as Jungkook waved to all of them and smiled, some even getting a high-five from the popular boy.

"Why's is everyone looking at me?" I whispered to Yoongi who looked to his right. Jungkook resisted the urge to push Yoongi away from you from his closeness, but he kept himself restrained and just huffed a big breath of air.

"Several reasons from what I could tell, you're the new girl, you're hanging out with the outcast, and you are also walking next to one of the most popular and handsome boys in this school." He replied gruffly.

"You mean Jungkook is popular?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. In your eyes, he seemed like the nerd and dork that got everything right in class and would just sit in the back. Now Yoongi, he seemed like the popular type. He had a typical bad boy aura surrounding him, and in all the movies and books, don't all the girls fall in love with the bad boy?

"Yeah, he also has his own gang so when you finish all of your classes meet me in the lunch room, we have lunch at the same time," Yoongi said, before parting ways from me and Jungkook to head to his own class.

"Y/n, we are almost to your first class." Jungkook reminded, grabbing my forearm to guide me in the right direction.

"Jungkook, I'm capable of walking," I tease, shaking his grip off of my arm. He looked hurt by your actions but masked it with his bunny smile.

"Call me Kookie from now on," he commented, slyly putting his arm around your own without you noticing.

"Kookie? Is that what you're friends call you?" I asked, thinking back to what Yoongi said about him and his popular group of friends.

"Hmm, sure!" He said, smiling. I chuckled at his cuteness and finally came to a stop when we reached a door that said chemistry.

"Ha, Kookie you and I have chemistry together," I said, telling my unfunny joke making him cringe. His nickname rolled off your tongue so smoothly it was music to his ears.

"We do," he said, opening the door for me, "I told the teacher to pair you up with me through the year to make sure you were comfortable," he whispered.

I nodded my head, "Thanks, I guess."

"Ah! My new student, Miss Y/n L/n!" The teacher exclaimed, making a few students look at you. They were either looks of disgust or curiosity. The ones of disgust were probably because you were standing next to Jungkook.

Jungkook caught notice of the dirty looks sent your way, it made him a bit aggravated. Why were they all looking at you like that? They shouldn't even think about glancing in your direction, especially when he was around you.

"Thank you, Mr. Jeon, for escorting her through the school, but please go to your regular seat while Miss Y/n introduces herself." The teacher kindly said and Jungkook obediently nodded.

"Hmm, well my name is Y/n L/n, I'm from T/n. And I hope you guys welcome me and accept me as one of your students." You smiled kindly, bowing down to your classmates, and it was almost like every boy in the class swooned, including Jungkook. But every girl wanted to vomit at your nice and friendly introduction, it seemed like you were going to be too nice for their liking. The girls only rolled their eyes, seeing the new girl already catch the attention of the majority of the boys was annoying for them.

"By special request of Mr. Jeon, you get a special seat next to him throughout the year." The teacher said but you already knew that since Jungkook had told you. I nodded at her kindly, walking through the maze of circular tables, finding a seat next to Jungkook.

You bowed politely to the one boy and two other girls who were sitting at your table who either bowed respectfully or rolled their eyes nodding their head towards you rudely (you can guess who that party was).

"So Y/n, it's nice to meet you, my name is Jimin."

The boy in front of you was also rather cute. He still had a bit of baby fat in his cheeks, making him looks even cuter and the round specs he was wearing made him also look attractive. He had silver hair that was placed as bangs in front of his eyes, but you could still catch the brown hues behind the hair strands. He was the duality of a good looking man to a cute boy.

"Thank you for the welcoming, Jimin," I say bowing once more, making him chuckle.

"No need to be so polite, we'll be classmates from now on, you don't have to bow every second." He teased, laughing a bit and it was infectious. What is with this school and its abundance of attractive men?

"O-Okay," you muttered bashfully but smiling as well.

"Hey, nerd, why don't get us the textbooks on the back table," Jungkook said coldly, making you tilt your head around to stare at him. Jimin seemed to put his head down in shame before moving out of his seat to follow Jungkook's command. I watched with an agape mouth at Jungkook, who was still mad for some reason, trying to think of what reason he had for the sudden rude outburst.

"What was that Jungkook?" I whisper-yell, trying to keep my voice down from getting in trouble.

"Don't worry about it Y/n, it was nothing." Jungkook brushed off his actions like nothing and it made you wonder if that was really how Jungkook was. Was he just being nice to you to use you eventually, like Jimin?

"That wasn't nothing..." I say pouting, making sure he knew I was displeased with what he had just done.

"Oh get over it, new girl," one of the girls spoke, "that's how things run here."

She smirked as she put her hand on the backside of Jimin's chair. He couldn't see where he was going due to the stack of textbooks in the way of his vision, but he knew his chair was nearby so he was going to sit down, but in the last second, the girl pulled his chair out. Jimin along with the textbooks fell, a loud crash and yell were heard through the room.

I stood up from my seat and went to his side.

He was gripping his wrist in pain and Jungkook lazily walked over.

"What was that?" I ask the girl who just smirked.

"Mrs. Park, Jimin got his wrist hurt and Y/n said she wants to escort him to the nurse." The snobby girl said, chewing gum loudly, like an annoying girl from a movie.

"Very well, get him there safely, I trust you know where the nurse's office is?" I felt my blood run cold, I couldn't help him if I didn't know where the nurses' office was.

"I can help both of them, Mrs. Park," Jungkook volunteered, but you just glared at him.

Taking a deep breath and looking Jungkook directly in the eye you said, "I know where the nurses' office is. I can take him there, Jungkook doesn't need to come, Mrs. Park."

There was a chorus of 'ohs' and whistle but you completely ignored them, making your way out of the classroom.

"Y/n!!" Jungkook yelled, but the teacher quickly put him in his place, making his return to his chair, slumping in his seat. He clenched his fist feeling like his plan had backfired.

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"So Jimin, do you know where the nurses' office is?" I say sheepishly, avoiding his gaze.

Even in his state of pain he chuckled and nodded, "Just follow me...and here I thought you were the one that was supposed to be escorting me to the nurses' office."

I smirked and slapped his chest making him laugh even louder. My smile was slowly let down when I thought back to the classroom.

"Is Jungkook always like that?" I ask suddenly, killing the light-hearted mood.

"Yeah, he's always been like that. But I guess you'll be safe from his torment since you are one of his friends." Jimin said, looking at the floor.

"He always bullies you?" I ask quietly this time. With a slight nod of his head, I feel myself become angry.

"Why?!" He seemed surprised at my sudden yell, which I quietly apologized for.

"It's just how it is," hearing those words a second time made you even madder.

"Well, I'll help you," I say, nudging his elbow.

"You don't have to, just a few more years and I'm out of here. And other people have it worse than me," he said, trying to smile his words off, but you could see that he had been suffering on the inside because of the torment Jungkook put his through.

"I can't...be friends with him anymore. It doesn't matter how nice he is to me, I can't let him treat people this way." Jimin chuckled lightly making me lift an eyebrow in questioning as to what was so funny.

"You really are something, Y/n." He said throwing an arm around your shoulder, making you holding his good wrist in a friendly manner. "But seriously, don't break up your friendship with Jungkook, he's probably nice to you. Don't end it because of me."

I didn't say anything but continued on walking. Time flew by quickly with you two chatting and in no time you were both at the nurses' office.

"You should go back to class Y/n, you don't want to miss your first day," Jimin commented as the nurse grabbed his wrist gently.

"Excuse me, could you give her a map of the school, she's new." Jimin politely asked as the lady sighed heavily before retreating to the back of the office.

Jimin and I held back our laughter at her annoyed expression, but I stood up when she came back to get the map from her hands.

"Thank you!" I say, going to leave but then I remembered something.

"Jimin?" I say, opening the nurses' door again. I reach into the cup on the nurses' desk, her ignoring me the whole time she examined Jimin and got a marker.

"Y/n? What are you still doing here?" Jimin asked, pushing his glasses up.

"Call me when you want, or text. I wanna get to know you better if I ever do break off my friendship with Jungkook I need someone to talk to." I say winking before grabbing his arm to jot my number down.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" He asked doubtfully.

"It's not like I'm asking you out, calm down. And if anyone asks where the number came from, just say its from a girl you hooked up with." I say simply, shrugging carelessly. He slumped in the cot bed a little bit but nodded his head.

"Keep in touch, Jiminie!" I say, opening the nurse's door and leaving the room.

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After a few minutes of getting lost, you finally made it back to class and when you shut the door as quietly as possible, Jungkook had already pulled out your chair. He looked like he wanted to say something, but didn't get one word out to you, not even to the other girls who were practically yelling in his ear about how attractive he is.

"Get into your groups and work on the assignment for the rest of the period." The teacher announced, and I looked around to anywhere that wasn't Jungkook.

"Y/-"

"So you're the new girl?" Jungkook's voice was cut off when someone's voice called out to you.

He had brown hair, slight curls, and waves in them, as he wore a bright and box smile on his face.

"Yes I am, and who might you be?" I ask, standing up to greet my classmate, bowing my head in respects.

"Taehyung, Kim Taehyung." He gave a lopsided smile which was absolutely adorable and before Jungkook could interrupt your conversation, Taehyung was dragging you away from your table to his own.

Now Jungkook had to keep an eye on you from the corner of his eye, while also trying to keep up with the two bantering girls on his right and left. He was trying his best to focus on the assignment, but he felt a gnawing at the back of his head.

What if Taehyung was trying to drag you away from him? What if he wanted to ruin your innocence? That was the last thing that Jungkook wanted. He rubbed the back of his head as he himself started wondering why he was having such odd thoughts in the middle of class.

It was obvious you wanted your space and he should leave you alone for a bit, but at the same time how could he leave you alone with this man by your side, acting oddly too friendly.

In reality, all of that stuff was in Jungkook's head. Taehyung was acting nice to you because you were his fellow classmate and you were the new girl, and the last thing Taehyung would do was try to hit on you on the first day of school. He didn't want to seem like a playboy to you.

"So Taehyung, who is your usual partner?" I asked, skimming through the textbook pages.

"It's usually Jimin-ah, but he obviously is not here," Taehyung said with a kind smile.

"So let's work on this together to make Jimin jealous of how well we work together," I say, jokingly, but he nods his head.

"I don't mind being partners with you, why did you think I invited you?" He said, chuckling at the end of his sentence.

"Then it's settled, chemistry partner," I say, a bright smile on my face as I shook his hand, mocking how officials would to confirm a deal with each other.

"Now, let's get down to work." Taehyung declared, pulling out his own pair of glasses from his pocket.

You two worked together worked quite well together, for only knowing each other for a few minutes. Taehyung made it easy to start conversations and he was easy to talk to which is why it was a breeze doing all of this work, that and the fact you had studied this subject beforehand.

It turns out you two were ahead of everyone else and finished much faster than the others. I dropped my pen and rubbed my eyes tiredly. Taehyung notices my fatigue and cracked a joke instead of bluntly asking you what was wrong.

"What's wrong? Sleeping beauty didn't get her sleep last night?"

Jungkook watched from his table as you chuckled and laid your head on Taehyung's broad shoulders. He didn't know the context or why you did, but it was pretty obvious to him that Taehyung was trying to pull something on you. And he wouldn't allow that.

It was even odd to Jungkook as to why he was acting like this. He had only known you for a little over 24 hours, but he felt the need to always be with you. And it made him mad seeing other people in the spot where he should be.

'Why did I have to say that to Jimin while she was there?' Jungkook thought, running a hand through his hair stressed of what you thought of him now. It was obviously not good and he wished he could do anything to change your mind. 'That's it! This is all his fault!'

Jungkook looked like he had found the jackpot with how far his lips went up in a smile.

'I just have to deal with him.' Is what he thought, clicking his pen rapidly.

The bell rang, snapping him out of his thoughts. He jumped out of his seat, immediately heading towards you. He pushed past Taehyung who was currently making you tear up from laughter.

"I need to talk to you Y/n," Jungkook said to you seriously and you glance between him and Taehyung.

"Fine, but be quick about it." You said back and Taehyung nodded in understanding and left the two of you to be alone in the room.

"I just want to say that what I said back there wasn't how I usually am, I don't know what came over me, but that definitely wasn't me. I'm sorry if I scared you, I didn't mean to." Jungkook blurted everything out and unintentionally mustering the best puppy dog eyes ever.

"It's...fine." A loud sigh escaped your lips at his confession. "It's fine, but you can't do that anymore." You said sternly and he nodded several times making you chuckle. "Now stop pouting and show me the way to our next class."

Jungkook held in his victory dance and held his arm out for you, which you intertwined your own with. It seemed easy to get you back this time, but maybe the next it wouldn't be so easy, which made Jungkook watch what he would say.

He took you to your next classes, staying by your side the entire time and he would glare at anyone that wanted to talk to you, also pushing the girls that were throwing themselves at him away. He only wanted to be around you and he made sure that everyone in the class had gotten the message when he would glare at them.

And that was the ending of your first day. You ate your lunch with Yoongi and for the rest of the day, you kept talking with Jungkook as much as possible. You guys fixed your one-day friendship and it made you guys even closer, which you were happy about.

You made sure to check in with Jimin and Taehyung time to time, the duo joining you and Yoongi for lunch sometimes. Jungkook didn't really sit near you guys for lunch because sometimes he wasn't even in the cafeteria, attending extracurricular subjects during his lunch periods. And when he did go to the lunch room, he would be bombarded with all of his other popular friends, but you smiled and waved at him anyway. He always returned the gesture, before one of his friends pulled him away from your sight.

It had been a few days since the Jimin incident and you were now walking around the campus, Jungkook by your side.

"So do you like it here? Is everyone treating you nicely?" Jungkook asked, looking at you with genuine curiosity. He wanted you to be as comfortable as possible while you went to this school and it was his job to make sure that you were.

"Yeah, the occasional side glare, but nothing too bad. The guys are very welcoming." Jungkook fought back an annoyed expression, instead teasing you of your closeness with the other boys, but inside he was getting eaten up with jealousy.

"I'm better though, right?" Jungkook put his hands under his chin in a signature flower-aegyo pose, but you just chuckled at the question.

"I'm not sure you and Yoongi are neck-to-neck," you teased before slapping his shoulder, "I'm kidding. You both are welcoming to me it's actually hard to choose."

He nodded, not saying a word.

For the past few days, you felt yourself become closer to Jungkook Your feelings began growing and each time he would tease you or look at you for too long you blushed a deep crimson. It was pretty obvious, and you were almost completely sure Jungkook knew you liked him, but he just didn't say anything about it. Probably out of pity for you, that's what you thought at least.

You had gotten used to your new schedule, capable of walking around the campus without getting lost. The mornings were a bit better knowing you had friends to greet you in each class, but it was still fun when lunch came by especially if Jungkook ate with you guys. So after a long morning, lunch finally came by.

"Jungkook, let's eat lunch together," I say, but Jungkook pouts.

"I can't, I have to go somewhere, but I could skip and stay with you instead." He said, excited for you to say yes, but you only shook your head.

"It's okay, I think I can handle lunch time by myself and besides Yoongi will be with me," I say, smiling sweetly. I didn't notice Jungkook's gaze hardened in frustration, but he was quick to hide it.

"If you say so baby girl, I'll see you after lunch then." Jungkook ruffled your hair, making you cringe from the friction. Your hair was definitely messed up now.

"See ya, Kookie!" You call out before entering the lunchroom.

You fell in line, grabbing your lunch quickly and leaving the line. I searched for Yoongi in the crowds of many people and thank god for his bleached hair because he was easy to see.

I went over to the empty table and he glared at me first, probably because he thought I was someone else, but then his glare softened.

"I didn't know when you and Jungkook would stop eye-fucking each other so I didn't interrupt you two." He said casually before biting into his sandwich. "I'm telling you Y/n, do not be friends with him. There is a lot about him you don't know."

I furrow my brows, feeling a bit uncomfortable with his tone. "If you are talking about the bullying, then don't worry about it, I told him to stop and we all know how Jungkook listens to me."

"You've only known him for a few days," Yoongi comments, before biting into his sandwich.

"And I haven't known you for a few days, but look where we are Yoongi." I shoot back, making him sigh in defeat.

"I'm just saying, don't say I didn't warn you," he said before taking a big bite into his sandwich.

"Hey! Y/n!!" You and Yoongi simultaneously turn your heads to look behind you to see Taehyung and Jimin walking towards your table.

"Jimin! Taehyung!" You exclaim hopping out of your seat to hug the two. "Join us!" I invite happily and they both pull out their chairs.

The four of you chatted, Yoongi occasionally dissing one of the two boys while trying to make a mess of your face by splashing something on you. It was all fun until someone decided to creep up on you.

"Isn't this an odd group of people here?"

I turn around slowly and see a jock, who was wearing our school jacket, towering over us with his tall and masculine built.

"Namjoon-ah, leave us alone." Yoongi spat, digging his fork deep into his salad bowl.

"Oh shut it Yoongi, just because you're older doesn't give you the right to tell me what to do." Namjoon countered making Yoongi huff out a deep breath.

"We don't want any trouble, please leave us alone," Jimin muttered meekly and I protectively stood in front of the table, trying to shield the frightened Jimin. These guys probably were the ones that bullied him more than Jungkook ever did.

"Just go," I say calmly, trying to ease the anger that was obviously riding up in his body.

"And who thinks I'm gonna listen to the new girl." He said, flicking some food onto your uniform.

"Okay man, look that's enough," Taehyung said, standing up abruptly his chair squeaking against the shiny new tiles. Now everyone in the lunch room was looking at you guys and Namjoon chuckled in amusement.

"Did that make you mad, huh?" Namjoon taunted, and he turned around looking like was going to leave, but in the last second, he turned around, fist clenched. You moved quickly in front of Taehyung intending to take the hit, but it never came. My eyes were tightly closed so I didn't see what exactly happened.

All you could hear was a loud clang of a metal tray, a body roughly hitting the floor, and the sound of bones cracking. I opened my eyes frantically looking around until I saw two people dressed in the school uniform on the floor. Who...?

"Jungkook!" I yell, rushing to the two. "Get off of him!"

I pull at his raised arm, which was obviously going in for a punch, but his brute strength outweighed my own and he brought his fist down to meet Namjoon's cheek again, in a brutal punch.

"Jungkook! That's enough! You're gonna hurt him!"

"So?! He was going to hurt you!! He deserves this!" He yells back harshly, and looking into his eyes you could tell that this wasn't the real Jungkook. It was someone else, someone that wanted to hurt the man that was already bleeding on the ground repeatedly.

"Jungkook! Snap out of it!" I yell as loud as possible and this time it seems like my message was delivered.

Jungkook slowly turned around and saw Namjoon bleeding on the floor.

"Everyone make way!" A teacher yelled, coming to the scene. They looked like they were going to get sick from just looking at the condition Namjoon was in.

"I need an ambulance, tell someone to call an ambulance!" They shouted and several students scurried away.

I approached Jungkkok who was still spaced out and softly took his hand in mine, his encasing mine.

"Let's go."

He listened to my words and followed in my footsteps. I glanced at the group at the table, who was looking at the both of us with unbelievable expressions.

"We need to get you to the nurse," I say softly, looking at his cut and bleeding knuckles.

"No," he uttered under his breath, "only you."

Even during a time like this, you didn't know why, but you blushed. His words touched your heart and you nodded slowly.

"Okay, let's go to my room then."

I lead him through the now familiar hallways until we made it to the dorms, specifically my room. You guessed that Yoongi would not be in until later, probably because he would be questioned sooner or later, including Taehyung and Jimin.

I tugged Jungkook into the bathroom, where there were wraps and bandages, along with cleansing alcohol.

"This is gonna sting," I say holding a soaked cotton pad in my hand. Jungkook nodded in response, clutching your other hand in his own. I softly dabbed the pad into his open cuts, his grip on my hand getting tighter and tighter as I continued on.

"Almost done," I say, trying to encourage him to pull through with the pain. He could only weakly nod and let his head fall as I brought the cloth onto his knuckles. I finished up cleaning him as fast as possible, now grabbing the roll of bandages to wrap his knuckles with.

This part didn't have any pain to come with it, but Jungkook kept a grip on your leg when you wrapped his other hand.

"There you go, all done, Kookie," I said smiling softly. I let my hands rest on the sides of my legs, which were sitting crisscrossed. He seemed still lost in his thoughts so I grabbed the side of his cheek making him look at me. This wasn't the best time to confront the issue, but I had to know why.

"Why did you do that? Why did you punch Namjoon" I ask softly, rubbing my thumb against his soft skin.

"He was going to hurt you Y/n and I couldn't let that happen." He said simply, leaning into your touch.

"But why were you there? I thought you had to do something else." I asked, pushing my limit with the amount of question I was asking.

"I was going to, but I wanted to stay with you so I went back and thank god that I did because I don't know what I would've done if something bad happened to you." His voice cracked a bit and your heart softened at his sweet words.

"Why? Why do you care so much about me?" I ask, curiosity and hope getting the best of his and my own boundaries.

Out of nowhere, it seemed like he snapped out of whatever trance he was in and pushed you to the bed beneath you two. He was extremely close to you, as he kept his firm grip on your wrists.

"It's because I'm in love with you, you make me crazy and you make me want to do things to you that I've never felt before. You can call me stupid or idiotic because I only met you a few days ago, but I am so in love with you that just by looking at you, you can make me insane." He breathed out, his hot breath fanning across your neck.

His words switched something on in your brain because in no time your lips were on his. By the touch of your hands in his hair, he was melting into your arms.

Jungkook couldn't help but pull away to see the sight in front of him, even if it meant losing the feeling of you against him. You were staring at him with the same look that he had gazed at you with and he fought back the childish grin that was creeping up on his face.

"I'm in love with you Y/n, I love you so much. I don't care if you don't feel the same I just need you to know." Jungkook was taking in deep breaths, trying his best to recover from the loss of breath he had.

"I think I love you too Jungkook" You breathed out, feeling a weight being lifted off of your shoulder by saying those simple words. And to Jungkook an 'I think' was better than nothing so he was not complaining at all. "Now come here and kiss me again."

He chuckled a bit before slowly closing the space in between you two. Unlike the first kiss you had shared, this one was more passionate like he was going as slow as possible to remember the feeling of your soft lips pressed onto his own.

Your tongues danced together in a fierce battle. You were so immersed in the feeling, but you didn't miss Jungkook's hips roll against yours as you felt yourself become more and more heated by the second. That was enough for you to beg for more.

Your hands left his hair and moved down to his button up shirt. Without leaving each other's touch, you unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it to the side of the room, his toned and defined chest out in the open for you to look at. The sight was enough for you to moan out in pleasure.

"Baby girl, if we continue like this I won't be able to stop." Jungkook moaned out and the pleasure of your fingers dancing on his bare torso made his head fall backward.

"Who said I wanted to stop, baby?" You winked at him before flipping him over so now you were straddling him. He let out an automatic moan, feeling more pressure on his hard member. You smirked and teased him more, rolling your hips ever so slowly.

His hands went to your hips and made you move faster, making you smirk at how desperate he was. While his hands were occupied with your pelvis, your hands trailed down the sides of his chest enjoying the feeling of his muscles get tighter whenever you grazed them ever so slightly with your fingertip.

You would have never imagined this happening. You had Jeon Jungkook under you a moaning mess from your teasing and completely shirtless. It was something out of a dream.

"Y/n...I need you now," Jungkook moaned, and you could feel him become harder and harder with even the slightest bit of pressure applied to his cock.

"I know baby, I know." In all honesty, you were craving for him too, but something in the back of your mind told you to stop, think about what you were doing, and who you were doing it with.

Jungkook got riled up from the teasing and flipped you over so he was on top now.

"Your clothes are annoying me, baby girl," I smirked and let my hands slowly trail to the buttons my own shirt. More teasing couldn't hurt, right?

I moved as slow as possible, unbuttoning each button making sure he saw what I was doing. Jungkook was practically eye-fucking you by the time you were at the bottom of the shirt.

"Fuck baby, I'm so hard for you right now." His words make you break your thoughts of reading him. Instead, you unbuttoned the shirt as daft as possible.

Your shirt was tossed aside by him as he immediately went to litter your neck and chest with hickies and open-mouthed kisses.

His sharp teeth biting into your skin gave you massive waves of pleasure, which shocked you, as you ran your fingers through his dark black hair, which only made him bite deeper and harder. He was desperate to finally make you as his.

His mouth didn't stop moving once and by the time he reached your sensitive spot, you were covered with his love bites.

"Oh god, Jungkook how am I gonna cover that?" I moaned out since he was still biting and nipping at my neck, his warm tongue meeting yiur sensitive skin.

"Don't." He said with a raspy deep voice, breaking away from your neck for a moment. "Let everyone know who you belong to."

His words shouldn't have, but they drove you to edge as you ground your hips against his, yearning for more friction.

You both wrre done if the teasing and stopped to look at each o thef. He was disheveled and breathing heavily, and you were practically the same.

"Y/n, are you really rea-"

"Hey, guys we're back!!" The door slammed open and Jungkook instinctively covered you first, jumped out of the bed, and closed your door. Thank god there was a separate room only for you or else this would've been 10 times more embarrassing.

"Guys!? What's going on?" Jimin yelled again and you could hear the laughter of Yoongi and Taehyung through the walls.

"Leave them be Jiminie~" Jimin didn't catch the message but decided to listen to Taehyung and step away from the doorway.

Jungkook was heavily breathing while leaning against the door as if making sure no one stepped foot inside. He was still shirtless giving you some extra time to examine his perfectly sculpted torso. He truly was ethereal.

"Y/n, get dressed." He commanded and I nodded, trying my best to hide my embarrassment. His hand slipped to your doorknob, locking your door so he didn't have to stand in front of the door the whole time.

Jungkook was about to get his own shirt, but you stopped him, grabbing his wrist.

"Don't wear your uniform, I have extra clothes you can wear." Jungkook smiled at your shy face, enveloping you in a tight hug, his arms capturing you in the warmest embrace you've ever felt.

You walked to your closet, Jungkook not letting his arms falter. Your back was hitting his hard chest from how tight he was holding you and this made you blush even more. Jungkook didn't notice you were still without any shirt and looked at your closet, looking through the clothes with you.

"I have this oversized shirt and loose sweatpants that can definitely fit you." You muttered, reaching in to grab the articles of clothes.

"Whatever you give me, I can wear baby girl." He said slyly, planting a kiss to your temple. He was acting so sweet and nice to you, your heart melted. He grabbed the clothes from you, throwing on the shirt immediately and it was actually loose on him. Jungkook only imagines if it was big on you, how did it look on you? He imagined your bare legs, the shirt acting almost as a dress when you wore it and he smiled at the thought. Perhaps he would get to see you like that sometime.

You turned around and changed into your own clothes, also giving Jungkook his own time for changing. You wore sweatpants as well and a belly shirt that was comfortably loose on you. When you saw that Jungkook was finished with changing, you tackled him to the bed, hugging his torso. You could hear him chuckle before letting the two of you lay on your sides. Jungkook propped his elbow on the bed, resting his head in his hands staring at you with love.

Jungkook would have never guessed he would fall in love with someone so quickly, but he was glad he did before anyone else could. Now you were his and no one in the world could ever change that.

"Jungkook even though we just met, I feel so happy with you." You muttered, cuddling to his chest. He didn't bother hiding his prideful smile as he let his arms rest on your waist.

"Me too, Y/n. I don't know why, but I want to be with you forever." He said, hands now playing with your hair. You hid your face in his chest and you could hear his heart racing against his ribcage. It made you blush since you knew his heart was beating like that because of you.

"Hey!! Could you guys stop fucking for a second because we need to talk about something!" Yoongi yelled out, and you blushed knowing that he was aware of what you two were doing.

"Don't be embarassed baby girl," Jungkook said winking at the end of his sentence.

With a lot of encouragement from Jungkook, you decided to get out of bed. It was hard to convince you since you knew that once you stepped out of the room the 3 pairs of eyes would immediately land on you.

When you did exit the room, Jimin was letting his head lay in his hands, and you were guessing he was blushing to probably being informed by the other two by what you were doing. Yoongi kept a blank face and Taehyung was making overly exaggerated happy faces, hyping the two of you up.

"Wow! Jungkook and Y/n getting it on, and on your first day together, impressive." Taehyung winked teasingly to you, making you scratch your head in bashfulness. His comments made your face red, which you had predicted, and Jungkook only smirks with confidence and pride. He was glad that they all knew you were his now, that way they wouldn't get in his way when it came to you.

"Y/n...I'm sorry for almost barging in, that was totally my fault!" Jimin apologized, not daring to look at Jungkook's now fierce eyes.

"Ah, it's fine Jimin, you didn't know." Jungkook rolled his eyes but remembered to try to be nice towards Jimin, it seemed like that would make you happy.

"Yah, Jimin!" Jungkook said suddenly, the shorter one cowering in fear. "I want to apologize to you for the past years, I shouldn't have done that and it was the wrong of me. Hopefully, you and I can be friends and we can get to know each other more."

You looked at Jungkook impressed with his apology, it seemed like he did swallow his pride just once. Jimin, on the other hand, was smiling widely, "Yeah! We should!"

Jungkook seemed satisfied with his answer before directing his gaze to Yoongi.

"I don't approve, but you can do whatever you want. But don't be too loud when you guys do it in here." Yoongi said this all with a blank face before standing up to go to the kitchen.

I shuffled into Jungkook's embrace as he wrapped his arm around me.

"So you guys wanna celebrate with a party?" Taehyung asked.

"Tae, I'm pretty sure that you can't throw any parties in these dorms," I say, tracing Jungkook's veins. He felt calm with the light touch of your finger tips.

"Oh innocent child, I'm talking about the underground parties," Taehyung said with a devious smirk.

"We can't do that again Taehyung!" Jimin called out, making you curious as to what this secret underground party they were talking about. "We were almost caught and I think if you really wanna do it again, you have to wait. We held a party only a few weeks ago and if we hold one again, the school will get suspicious."

"What is that?" I ask, looking at Jungkook who just sipped on the water Yoongi put on the table.

"Jimin and I have been the masterminds behind some of this school's best parties, ask Jungkook. He's attended more than one, isn't that right Kookie?" Taehyung winked at the boy sitting next to you.

"Don't call me that, and yeah I've been to a few," Jungkook said, keeping his arm around your shoulder. "They're interesting, to say the least."

"Fucking interesting is an understatement," Yoongi chuckles, sipping on a beer which he recently retrieved from the fridge, "you can get a whole lot of memories, and other things, at those parties."

I look at Yoongi interested in what he had said, raising an eyebrow. Yoongi only smirked and pointed at Jimin who was blushing under the attention of your eyes.

"Explain, Jimin," Yoongi said, punching the shorter boy in his shoulder, who held back a wince.

"So, um, basically, me and Taehyung we...um...deal un-prescribed medication to some of the students here?" Jimin said, trying not to choke on his words.

"Un-prescribed medication...?" I say, confused.

"Drugs, they deal drugs, baby girl," Jungkook said, knowing that you were confused.

Immediately, you let your posture become straight staring at the two. Taehyung only smirked and Jimin looked away shyly, a blushing mess.

"You sell fucking drugs!!" I yell at the top of my lungs. "Why?!"

"It makes good money, princess, this school isn't all good grades and popular boys, there's always a dark side to things," Taehyung said smoothly, and you could hear a loud stomp on the ground. I looked at Taehyung to see him clutching his foot.

"Don't call her princess," Jungkook said threateningly, "ever again."

"Do you wear fucking platforms to school or some shit Jeon?!" Taehyung called out, still clutching his aching foot.

"Jungkook, why'd you do that?" I ask softly. I let out a small yelp when Jungkook suddenly pulled me into his lap, bringing his lips close to my ear.

"I'm the only one allowed to call you such names, you're mine and only mine." He growled and I tried not to look at the amused Taehyung in front of me.

"Wow, Jungkook you're already territorial when you are only a day in the relationship, I thought those feelings came in later," Taehyung said, smirking. Jimin chuckled cutely, hiding his laughter behind his small hand.

"Oh shut your smart mouth, Taehyung," Jungkook said, kissing your neck softly.

"Anyway, Taehyung a party or not?" Yoongi asked, and suddenly Taehyung slammed his drink onto the table.

"Of course there's a party!"

Jimin clapped quietly, looking defeated since no one listened to his observation, and Yoongi nodded and smiled, satisfied with the answer.

"Jungkook and Y/n you have to come since the party is for you guys anyway," Taehyung said, leaning on the table looking at the two of you in hope.

"I'll go if Y/n wants to," I felt all eyes turn to me and all I could think of doing was nod. I mean why would I say no, there wasn't anything bad that could happen.

"Great, it's a real first date for the two of you," Taehyung said, happily sitting back in his seat.

"Taehyung, you better not scream about the two of us, you would draw unnecessary attention to us and I think neither of us want that," Jungkook said firmly, keeping you on his lap.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure he doesn't," Jimin assured.

The room fell into a comfortable silence until I took a deep breath.

"So we're all just going to ignore the fact that Jimin and Taehyung run their own drug business?"

Everyone nodded, sipping their drinks, Taehyung winking playfully.

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Taehyung quickly spread the word around the school, telling people the exact details and making sure that they kept quiet about it.

See on the surface, Taehyung seemed like a nerd like his closest friend Jimin. But in fact, he was a sly student that used his act of a quiet kid to listen in on people's conversation, in the end getting all of the gossip and secrets. He used that to his advantages, threatening students that said they were going to report his parties with their beloved secrets and that he would expose all of them.

That's why none of the popular kids speak out against him or tell the teacher's about the infamous parties he holds down in the basement. Well, of course, there is the rare exception, such as Namjoon, but it will usually simmer down when the teachers don't believe him, not even bothering to inspect the allegations, forcing Taehyung to tell their secrets to everyone.

Stumbling upon the now infamous basement was a total accident. He had actually become friends with Jimin there. It was his first day as a student and curiosity got the best of him. He read a do not enter sign and of course, he entered. He saw some kid sitting in front of a glaring screen, with many more surrounding him.

Cutting to the end of the story, Jimin, who was the one sitting in front of the screen, was hacking into some private files that weren't supposed to be out there. Taehyung immediately befriended the wallflower, claiming the two of them met because of fate pushing them together.

They had renovated the whole place themselves, and thanks to Jimin's connections he was able to install speakers into the walls, not forgetting to make the place soundproof and that was the making of the party meet up place. Don’t even ask Taehyung how Jimin managed to get past the student council with renovations because even he doesn't know how his best friend did it.

"This is gonna be the best party so far," Taehyung said, stuffing cash into his pocket. He was in charge of who could and could not enter the basement and he was excited to see both you and Jungkook show up.

It was only the start of the party, but the place was close to being packed. That just showed the popularity of these parties that Taehyung held.

"Babe, should I wear this?" It has been one week since you and Jungkook made it official and he was currently in your dorm room trying to help you get ready. You were asking his opinion on several outfits.

"No way, that's too showy," Jungkook said, sneaking up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, "why not just wear a shirt that says 'I'm Jungkook's Girlfriend, fuck off!'?"

I chuckle lightly at his joke, continuing to skim through different shirts and bottoms.

"I guess I can just look comfortable and cool," I say, choosing the sweatpants and tight crop top. With a choker going with your nice outfit, you finished off the look perfectly.

"I am so goddamn lucky to have you Y/n, so fucking sexy." Jungkook praised, kissing your neck making you smile shyly.

"Oh, that's enough, Jungkook. You look great yourself, so let's get going. I'm sure Taehyung is excited to see us too." I say, pecking his nose, making him scrunch it up cutely. "And I'm just as lucky so stop praising me like that, babe."

Jungkook smiled proudly at his nickname, happy with the closeness that grew between you two.

"Whatever you say, baby girl. Let's go." He said, standing up taking your hand in his, walking out of your room with you towards the basement.

Now, Jungkook was no stranger to Taehyung's parties, constantly being invited by his friends, who were invited by Taehyung. He had never partaken in drugs or things like that, but there were definitely wild memories he's had there. There were sometimes hook-ups, but he never mentioned any of that to you. You had to see him as someone you could trust, and that's what was happening now.

You went hand in hand to the basement where Taehyung happily greeted you, also saying you were free of charge and that you didn't have to pay for entrance.

"Y/n, just stay close to me, okay?" I looked at Jungkook and seeing his serious expression, I nodded my head. "Good."

"Y/n!!" A high pitched voice called and then there was a sudden weight on your shoulders, thankfully Jungkook held you tightly stopping you from falling to the ground. I look to my right and saw Yoongi, definitely intoxicated, sipping on his drink.

"And you brought your boyfriend!" He cheered. Jungkook looked disgusted at Yoongi while you tried holding back laughter.

"Oh!! I spot a cute guy Y/n look over there!!" Yoongi said pointing at the familiar boy sitting behind the computer, DJ-ing the whole party.

"Uhm, Yoongi, that's Jimin there..." I inform, making him stand upright instead of falling to the ground.

"Oh fuck me, pretty boy!!" He squealed, running off to the DJ stand. Even Jungkook himself was laughing at the mess Yoongi was making out of himself.

"Now, baby let's get this actual party started." Jungkook cheered, taking you by the waist to the bar.

Jungkook ordered both of you some shots, as he kept a tight grip on your exposed waist. While you two waited for the drinks, Jungkook kissed you firmly on the lips. A smile formed on your mouth, but you cooperating and kissed back as feverishly as possible.

HIs hands trailed from your waist down to your thighs, lifting you to his lap as he sat on one of the bar stools, making sure to keep you both steadied.

"Your drinks? That is if you guys would stop sucking each other's faces off." The bartender said, making you chuckle at your boyfriend's annoyed expression.

"Thanks," I say, not hesitating to swallow the alcoholic shot down my throat. Jungkook grabbed his and finished it as well. Of course, it being your first time tasting such strong alcohol your fave cringed, making Jungkook chuckle lightly.

"Babe, I gotta go to the bathroom," I say, climbing off his lap, but he was still holding my hand. "You probably messed up my lipstick." I tease, climbing off his lap.

"Want me to walk you?" He asked, squeezing my hand gently. I shook my head no and left for the restroom, blowing a kiss before turning my way to the facilities.

Jungkook watched your retrieving form, ordering another round of shots. He was about to sip on the alcohol in his hands, but a sudden slap on his back stopped him from doing so.

"Jeon Jungkook, finally showing up after many long months of being off the grid!" The voice was familiar to him, it was one of his old jock friends that he didn't keep in touch with too much now in days.

"Oh hey, Jackson." Jungkook greeted, trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible.

"Hey, I umm, saw the girl you were with, hoping you could hook me up, y'know like old times." All of Jungkook's muscles tightened at the sickening sound of Jackson's voice, it was the same voice he used whenever he wanted a favor. Usually...no actually always involving a girl. A girl that would later be in the same bed as him panting and moaning his name.

"No, sorry Jacks, but that girl is not for the taking." Jungkook said sternly, not glancing at his 'friend' Jungkook kept a close eye on the bathroom door, actually hoping you wouldn't come out until later. If you were to return to him, who knows what Jackson would do to you, which would ultimately end in what Jungkook would have to do to Jackson.

It was obvious you two were dating, I mean you were always holding hands in the halls, sharing kisses near the lockers, and always sharing hugs and lovable actions in public, no shame what so ever.

"No way! Dude, she is a real one, I got to say...what's she sound in bed?" Jungkook could barely think, why did he need to know? Was he really going to still and try to get with you when you were obviously taken?

"..."

"Really, Jungkook? That bad." Jackson said, laughing at his own unfunny joke.

By the time Jackson was caught up in laughing at his own joke, you were walking back to where Jungkook was. And this was probably the only time in his life where he didn't want you back sitting on his lap.

Jackson's laugh was cut short when he noticed his friend's silence, looking in the same direction as he was.

"Holy fucking shit." Jackson breathed, staring at you, too much for Jungkook's liking actually. Without warning, Jackson walked towards you chatting up a storm with you.

"Hey, so Y/n, right?" Jackson said to you, making you nod, uncomfortable with how this stranger was treating you even though you've only heard him say a minimum of 4 words.

"Uhm, yes, what do you want?" I ask, casually slipping out of his arms which were around my shoulder.

"I'm kinda a friend of Jungkook," he said, getting closer to you once again. I glance at where I thought Jungkook was, but he wasn't there. "And I wanted to get to know you better since Jungkook just keeps babbling on about this perfect girl."

He stepped closer, his chest touching yours since you were now backed to a wall.

"I need you to step ba-"

Jackson's close body was now on the floor. Everything happened fast and it was a blur to you, the one who was in front of the poor boy. Jungkook was suddenly panting in front of you, holding you as close as possible.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. I came as fast as I could, the crowds of people were slowing me down and I just couldn-"

"Don't apologize, thank you for coming Jungkook, thank you so much." I breathed, hugging him tightly. "I, just, thank you."

Jungkook hugged you back with as much love, glancing at the motionless body next to his feet.

"Let's get you back to the dorm, and rest okay?" You nodded, taking his hand in yours and excusing yourselves from the party.

After a long walk back, bidding your three close friends a good night you finally made it to your room.

Jungkook helped you get changed, apologizing every second for what happened.

"I can't help but feel it's my fault," Jungkook said beating himself up.

"Don't say that," I mutter, caressing his cheek with my hand which he leaned into, "what happened tonight couldn't be stopped. And it's no big deal, as long as we're both fine it's all okay." I say, pecking his lips to try and make hum feel better.

"I love you so much," He breathed, hugging my waist.

"I love you too baby," I say softly.

I climb into bed and Jungkook wraps the blanket protectively around my body, making me look like a burrito. It was silently agreed that he would stay the night. He stripped off his shirt, changing into the spare sweatpants he left in your room.

He joined you, cuddling up to your side and hugging you tightly in his muscular arms. His hands automatically found your own and you smiled at the abundance of affection.

Jungkook really was the perfect boyfriend, which you had learned in a week of being together. It seemed wherever you stepped foot, he was there to support or be with you. He was just a very lovable guy.

The sound of his steady breathing lulled you to sleep. You slept thinking of how lucky you were to have someone like Jungkook in your life to be with.

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Jungkook had lifted his head from the fluffy pillows, looking over to you. Jungkook knew why he was awake and he knew what he wanted to do.

"I love you so much," Jungkook whispered pushing your hair aside to kiss your cheek, "which is why I have to do this."

He slid out of the comfort of your bed and dressed in all black clothing.

It was already late as the sun was about to come up, which is why Jungkook wanted to make this quick.

Yoongi was passed out on the couch, or at least that's what Jungkook thought, as he took your keys from the side drawer leaving your room, locking it on his way out.

He left the dorm area, going back to the basement and just as he expected, Jackson was still there. His friends were probably too drunk to carry him back and when he woke up from Jungkook's punch he probably just went to sleep. At least that's how it was when Jungkook had to take care of him when they were friends.

Jungkook's jaw clenched at the worthless excuse of a man right in front of him but continued making his way to the blonde's body.

He took his arms, carry the dead weight body up the stairs, dodging all of the security cameras. He knew where the cameras were and skillfully escaped out of their vision, eventually taking the stairs to the roof.

It was like something in Jungkook's brain was turned off and another side of him was found, something hidden deep down. He felt the need for revenge, anger, and he craved blood.

Without a second thought, he reeled his arm backward and brought it to meet Jackson's face. The victim's eyes shot open and he touched his jaw, still dazed from being abruptly awakened in such a rough manner as well.

"Jeon...?" The sun glared right unto Jackson's eyes, making him lift his hand to see Jungkook's face properly.

"Yeah, it's me, friend," Jungkook greeted sarcastically smiling at the dazed man in front of him if you could even call him a man at this point

"Yo, what happened?" Jackson asked, sitting upright on the gravel ground beneath the two.

"Oh, last night. Man, it was pretty fucking wild. Yeah, you tried to put yourself onto my girl, it was pretty fucking fun to watch." Jungkook said, spitting each word with venom.

Jackson didn't notice the intensity of Jungkook's glare since his hangover was still present.

"See? I told you everythi-"

Jungkook moved swiftly, taking Jackson's wrist in his hand, bending his fingers in painful ways, his other hand gripping Jackson's bleached blonde hair. Jackson yelled and fought against Jungkook's steel grip, but it was no use.

"Dude! Wha-"

"No! You shut the fuck up and listen to me, you man whore!" Jungkook yelled, now bending his past friend's arm back. "You put your fucking hands on my girl, my pure and innocent girl! Do you think I could forgive you for that?!"

Jackson was unresponsive, the pain in his soon to be broken arm numbing his brain. Jungkook's anger flared at his silence, this time taking his arm and bending it in an unimaginable way, Jackson yelling for help in pain and disparity.

"Answer me you fucking cunt!" Jungkook dropped the broken arm, kicking the man's stomach. "Do you think it was fun for me to see you put yourself onto her?! That's why I fucking pummeled you to the ground last night! It's what a son of a bitch like you deserve!"

Jackson's body would jolt up with each kick that was sent to his stomach, making him groan and yell in even more pain.

"This is only a fucking warning, Wang." Jungkook keeled down to look at the almost passed out man. "If I see you look at her, touch her, or even fucking breath in her direction, I will fucking kill you!"

Jackson nodded weakly, steering his eyes away from his 'friend.'

"Let me hear you fucking say you know your place!!" Jungkook slammed his fist into the concrete wall near Jackson's head, making the latter cringe at the close proximity. "Admit that you touched what was mine and you won't do it again unless you actually value your life!"

"I shouldn't have touched her a-and if I even look at her, you'll...k-kill me," the words fell from Jackson's chapped lips making Jungkook nod, trusting he learned his lesson.

"Good, remember our rules and I don't kill you," Jungkook was about to walk away from the scene, but stopped mid-step to turn and look at the broken man. "And don't tell anyone about this, if I hear even a rumor about this whole thing, I'll make sure you never speak again."

Jackson barely nodded, and Jungkook walked away satisfied with his work. With a slam of the roof door, he left Jackson crippled on the floor barely breathing.

"I'll do anything for my Y/N, as long as she is safe," Jungkook murmured, "and I'm the only one that can protect her."

Jungkook made a quick stop to the bathroom, washing the access blood from his knuckles. He made a good call wearing all black since there were some drops of blood on his shirt. Staring at himself in the mirror, he took a deep breath recalling the events that happened only seconds earlier.

"No, Jeon, you're doing the right thing. This is for your baby, he tainted her and you just took care of the problem. This isn't your fault." Jungkook mumbled to himself, resting assured by his own words.

He left the bathroom with no other words, going on his way back to your dorm room.

On his quiet journey and long, he thought of you and your futures together. Even after high school, he will make sure you two will never be broken apart.

"She is mine and there's no stopping it, even if I have to shed blood," Jungkook said to himself, smirking at the thought of your futures together.

He made sure to quietly open the door to your dorm room, remembering that Yoongi would be there on the couch. But surprisingly, he wasn't.

"Where'd you go, Jeon?" Yoongi asked as soon as the dorm room door closed. "Why did you leave so early in the morning?"

Suspicion grew by the second Jungkook didn't answer. He was going to walk right past Yoongi, but the latter's hand stopped him. Jungkook growled and threw the hand off of his shoulder, walking towards your room.

"I'm watching you, Jeon," Yoongi warned, to which Jungkook just ignored.

If Yoongi were to really catch on to what he was doing, it would only get messier from here on out.

"Do whatever you want, but" Jungkook turned around and pointed a finger at Yoongi, his stare baring right into his soul, "if you try to come in between me and Y/n, I will make sure no one ever sees you, again."

Yoongi was actually taken aback by the threat that Jungkook delivered. Before he could retort, Jungkook disappeared into your room. Yoongi slouched and looked at your door, contemplating whether or not he should tell you of his encounter with Jungkook.

Meanwhile, behind your closed door, Jungkook discarded his shirt and climbed into bed with you. You shuffled over to look at Jungkook with half open eyes.

"Baby? Why're you up so early?" You asked, hugging his muscular torso. Jungkook melted at your touch, turning around to now face you.

"Nevermind that. I think that you should call me something else now," Jungkook smiling at your sleepy, but cute, expression.

"What would that be?"

"Oppa."

Your body stiffened and he chuckled lightly at your reaction.

"C'mon, do you really not wanna call me that?" He teased rufflung your already messed up hair.

"I don't mind it...oppa," Jungkook smiled victoriousmy, hugging you tightly and bringing you closer to his bare chest.

"Jungkook, thank you so much for what you've done for me," you said, thankfully and his heart beat increased, "I just can't believe I was able to get so lucky to have you."

Jungkook's lips upturned into a big grin and he brought you closer, to such a close proximity you could hear his heartbeat.

You pecked his chest making him chuckle and flip you over, so now you were straddling him.

In your close and intimate relationship, you never thought of how fast you guys were moving. You both were happy and nothing could stop that, and honestly, to you, it felt like Jungkook was the one.

You were now straddling his waist as he looked at you with love and adoration.

"You are so perfect," he breathed out, keeping a firm grip on your hips.

You chuckled and leaned down to peck his forehead, lingering slightly to feel his hot breath on your neck.

"Wanna go out and walk around campus?" You ask, running your fingers up and down his chest, slightly tickling him.

He pouted, holding your two hands in his own, "We can just stay here, together."

He kissed your hands, looking directly into your eyes and you resisted the urge to agree with his idea.

"No, babe. C'mon, some fresh air never hurt anyone." You leaned down and kissed his lips, making him wish for more, but you pulled away grinning at him.

"Let's get ready," you threw the duvet off of your body and stood up near the bedside. Jungkook stayed still in bed for a moment, admiring your practically bare body.

"Hey, stop staring and get up," you teased, throwing a hoodie at his shirtless body.

Jungkook sighed and sat up, throwing the hoodie on and changing into skinny jeans.

You dressed in a skirt and a short sleeve stripped shirt, coincidentally matching Jungkook's.

"Now everyone knows your mine," He said smirking at the image reflected in the mirror in front to you two.

"Wait let me take a photo and post it on SNS." You said, digging into your bag and getting your phone out.

Jungkook stood behind you, arms wrapped around your shoulders draping in front of your chest. You tilted your head upwards and kissed his chin, making him smile and that's when you snapped the photo.

It was the perfect picture and you quickly posted it before gathering the last of your things and joining Jungkook to exit your room.

Yoongi was still on the couch, Jungkook thinking he could've possibly been pretending to sleep but didn't pester him further.

"Jungkook-oppa," you said in the sweetest tone, hugging his masculine arm, "let's get food and go shopping!"

Jungkook chuckled and pulled you closer, "You didn't have to ask baby girl, I know what you like when we go out to eat."

Even though the school was isolated from any other shopping malls or restaurants, the school is wealthy enough to open their own. A big one at that. Along with average fast food chains close by to the mall. It was a few minute walk, which is why you didn't know of it since it was pretty far from the school, but Taehyung informed you of it which is how you came to know it.

"And don't worry, I can pay for everything you want," Jungkook said slyly, grinning down at you.

You pouted but didn't argue knowing that putting up a fight was useless.

For the majority of the walk, you two were just taking pictures together or one of you took pictures of the other, it made time go by faster and made the walk more comfortable and enjoyable.

"We're here!" I exclaim out, tugging on his arm. He shook his head a small smile on his lips and continued leading me towards the entrance.

"It's so big!!"

The inside was truly marvelous. It was gigantic and the several floors of stores and restaurants had you even more excited.

"Let's go," Jungkook said leading you to the escalator. He leaned on one side as you leaned on the other, peering over at the stores you would eventually get to.

"Excuse me," a low voice said behind you. Without warning the person pushed past you, walking straight past you and making his way to the top of the stairs.

"Hey! Co-"

"It's fine, Jungkook calm down," I say, holding onto his hand to calm his anger. One thing you learned from being with your sweet and, usually, kind boyfriend was that he had absolutely no filter with anyone that hurt you. Which happened often, considering the number of his crazed fangirls around the school that were mad when they found out he was seeing you. You grew accustomed to holding him back, which he wasn't a fan of.

Jungkook liked to deal with all of your problems for you, saving you the hassle of lifting a pinky.

"Where do you wanna go, babe?" He asked softly, his breathing finally even. "You get to choose."

"Hmmm, oh! That one!" I say, jumping up excitedly. It has been a since you last saw so many shops in a while, so you were ecstatic to get to see clothes other than the ones you brought with you. Jungkook held tightly onto your hand as you dragged him into the shop you wanted to go to.

Once you entered, you were like a child in a candy shop. You bounced from one clothing rack to another, and thankfully Jungkook was able to keep up.

"Hmm, I don't think these clothes are my style." You said, but you still sifted through the several clothing racks. Personally, Jungkook spotted some clothes he thought would look fantastic on you but it seems like he had thought wrong. Jungkook could only think ahead in time when your birthday would come around, what would he get you? Speaking of which,

"Hey, baby?"

You hummed in response, telling Jungkook that he had your attention.

"When's your birthday?" He asked, and you glanced at him smiling sweetly.

"It's not important. And besides, I know about your made up plan on spoiling me sick on my birthday, which is why I won't tell you." You say, walking away from your stunned boyfriend.

Your birthday not important? What a load of bullshit!

"Fine, you caught onto my plan, but your birthday is important!" He exclaimed, but you shook your head ignoring him. "Please tell me, I won't spoil you..."

You looked at him in disbelief and he hung his head, "...a lot." You chuckled, patting his cheek.

"If you are so desperate to know then help me choose between these two, and then I'll tell you." You declared, holding up two dresses.

One was a sheer black one with flowers stitched onto them, it was practically yelling spring in his face. It seemed classy, and Jungkook would've liked it if it wasn't for the thin and see-through material which went up until the waistline. He couldn't let you leave the dorm looking like that, or else what would the guys at your school think.

The next dress was rather short and had small waves at the ends, after the waistline. It was a light pink color, and a bow was on the backside of it. He leaned closer to the second dress since, even though it was rather short, it was cute. The other one was cute as well, but he felt that you would look better in the second one. Even though you could look in anything, in his opinion.

"The second one." He said simply.

"Really?" You ask, and he immediately regretted his answer. He began stumbling over his words to try and redeem himself.

"I mean-they all, um look great on you. I just thoug-the second one suits you better, I think." He said stuttering over his words slightly. You laughed at his barely understandable sentence but nodded your head in understanding.

"I got it, Kookie. The second one it is," you held the dress up to your eyes, "it is pretty cute, even if it isn't my style."

He smiled happily, glad that you were happy with him and his decision.

"But!" You suddenly exclaimed whipping your head towards him with a pointed finger, "that doesn't mean we are done just yet!"

Jungkook laughed at your childish actions and looked as you thought of what was to come next.

"I got it! You choose an outfit for me and I choose one for you!" You exclaimed and Jungkook thought the idea was cute.

Jungkook was going to say what he thought about the idea, but you already pecked him on the cheek and rushed off to the men's section. He only sighed before spinning into the other direction to the woman's section.

He glanced around and noticing a lot of the items were bright and colorful, and just as he was about to choose a white and pink shirt he thought you would like he remembered how you said not a lot of these clothes were your style, including the soft pink dress from earlier.

"It must be black or dark since she doesn't like a lot of the bright ones..." Jungkook noted to himself and he saw the corner of the store have a darker selection.

Meanwhile, you were skimming through the clothing racks like a breeze. You knew what Jungkook's style mainly consisted of. His closet, which you have seen on several occasions when you spent the night in his dorm room, was filled with ripped jeans and mainly solid color (all of which were white with a splash of gray) and the occasional oversized hoodie.

You decided you would get your sweet boyfriend a darker look. You grabbed black ripped jeans, a gray oversized undershirt, and a black graphic tee. You finished it by grabbing a red and white flannel and you were practically gushing imagining your boyfriend wearing these fitting clothes.

"He will look so amazing!" You cheered feeling proud of yourself. You were ready to head to the dressing rooms, where you texted Jungkook you would be.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was pulling his hair out in distress. He had mass amounts of worry going through his brain. Would you hate this skirt? Is this shirt too loose? Are these even going to fit you? Would you hate the entire outfit and decide to end your relationship with him over his stupid mistakes? To him, your entire relationship was riding on the choices he made.

"Aish," he breathed in annoyance and one of the workers walked over to him.

"Sir, do you need help," she said softly, seeing his distressed look. He glanced at her and sighed once again, it was rather rude of him.

"No, I am fine, thanks." He said coldly, and the girl backed away slowly, wondering what the whole mood change was for.

Nowadays, females that approached Jungkook met a hard stone cold wall. He thought of no one's other emotions except for yours, and occasionally your close roommate and two friends. But that was it. Unfortunately, girls didn't get the note that he was already taken and decided to confess to him, sometimes even in front of you! He would roll his eyes and scoff at their confessions but tried his best to hold back at scolding them whenever you were there. You had gotten into the long discussion with him about the way he treated the girls in the school, but frankly, he could care less.

Why would he have to be nice to people that were completely irrelevant to him?

He sighed and finally accepted the clothing he chose and wished it would suit you fine. He checked his messages and saw you had been waiting for him for a few minutes and that you were by the dressing rooms already.

He rushed over to the dressing rooms and he saw you there, standing with a few pieces of clothes in your hands.

"About time," you teased, pecking his cheek as he blushed lightly, "let's go, oppa. I wanna see what you picked out."

"Don't expect much, babe." He said, shyly handing over your clothes. You chuckled and handed him his own clothes.

"Oh don't worry Oppa~. Whatever you pick for me I will love." You assured and you stepped away from your boyfriend to go to your own fitting room. Jungkook didn't hesitate to follow you, taking the room right next to yours.

He chuckled lightly at the clothes you chose for him, they were very dark and he was kind of into it. It was different from his usual style and he liked that you chose something to mix it up for him.

You looked at the outfit in your own fitting room and you couldn't help but blush. You weren't sure what Jungkook was thinking choosing out your outfit, but you absolutely loved it, but it was just so...sexy? The skirt was tight against your hips and the shirt he chose was a tight crop top with long sleeves that also hugged your arms. He even chose mesh stockings for you and that even made it more attractive and slick.

You stepped out of the dressing room and trying to cover your legs from the stray eyes that were also in the dressing room. You were surprised you finished before him since his pieces were easier to put together than yours, but you didn't mind waiting for him since you knew he would look absolutely amazing when he walked out.

Jungkook tried his best to fix his clothes the best he could to make himself look better for you. His appearance itself was already perfect, but he wanted to make sure that he looked better than ever for you, and only you.

He finally decided that he was presentable and stepped out of his room. And when he did, he couldn't hold back a gasp. There you were, standing against the wall with your arms hanging by your side patiently waiting for him. The outfit looked even better on you than he could ever imagine.

You were absolutely to die for, and you agreed when you saw Jungkook walk out of his fitting room.

"Baby girl," Jungkook breathed out, and you walked over to him. He felt a sudden wave of dominance and possesiveness wash over him. The root of it all was because of the stares you were getting from the other men in the room.

Immediately, you were pushed against the wall, his lips latched onto your own. His leg pushed itself in between yours and you moaned at his defined thigh muscles pressed against the inside of your thighs.

"Hey! Could you please not make out in here? At least do it in a fitting room." Jungkook ignored the employee's warning and trailed down to your neck. He placed open mouth kisses against your neck, making you whimper quietly.

"Jungkook..." He nipped at your neck making you yelp, but you placed your hands against his broad chest, "we have to stop or else they won't let us buy these clothes...and I'm sure you want to see me wearing this around you more often, right?" You whispered quietly and he reluctantly stopped. He pulled away from you and saw that he left soon to be blotches all over your neck, and he couldn't help but smirk in confidence.

"You're right about that baby girl, now take this off so I can buy it for you." He commanded and you didn't need to be told twice to step back into your fitting room, Jungkook following after you and his hands were on you once again.

They said in a fitting room at least, right?

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Jungkook and I walked out of the shop, you a blushing mess as Jungkook continued whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Those sweet nothings were a mix of sickly sweet compliments and teasing from what happened in the fitting room, mainly the latter.

"You really are loud aren't you baby girl," he said making you playfully shove him away. "I wonder what you really sound like though." The wink at the end of his teasing still wasn't much help to you. "Oh, wait nevermind I already know."

His comment didn't help the blush on your face as you try not to let your face become too similar to a ripe tomato. "Aish, Oppa stop teasing me like this, especially in public. That was so risky of you, too. We're lucky they even let us buy clothes from them."

Jungkook smirked and wrapped his arm around your waist. He didn't want to admit it, but he felt satisfied knowing that at least some people knew that you were his. After all, you weren't that quiet.

"You were the one that was loud," he shot back, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

"You were the one that practically fingered me through my underwear," you shot back and relished in the shy faced he was wearing, oh how the tables turned for once. "Why did I even tell you my birthday after that stunt you pulled?"

Jungkook chuckled and was going to bring up food for you two to eat, but was interrupted when a man called out to you.

"Hey! Y/n!!"

Your head whipped backward, and you saw a person running towards you. You didn't have time to process it before they crashed into you, breaking Jungkook's iron grip off of your waist. He growled at the newcomer who was hogging you in an embrace and stepped forward to break the person off out of your hold.

It was Taehyung and he was suffocating you in a hug. Jungkook rolled his eyes and tried not to throw his hands onto Taehyung to get him off of you.

"Taehyung-ie!" You yelped out and hugged him yourself, making Jungkook tilt his head, pushing his tongue against the sighed of his cheek in annoyance(YALL KNOW WTF IM TALKING ABOUT)

Why were displaying affection to him in public instead of him, your boyfriend?

"Y/n, I haven't seen you in forever," Taehyung whined, still keeping a hold on your arm which Jungkook so badly wanted to take in his own grasp.

"I'm missed you too Taehyung." You said softly, but you caught notice of your boyfriend's flared nose and clenched jaw. You knew he was mad and he could blow up at Taehyung anytime, so you slyly moved your arm from Taehyung's to Jungkook's.

That was when Taehyung greeted the man next to you.

"Oh! Jungkook, how have you been?" Taehyung casually said and Jungkook wanted to punch the smirk off of your close friend's face. He still hasn't gotten over the closeness you two shared, and you were still believing that Jungkook could accept the fact you did have friends.

"Fine." Was all Jungkook said as he tugged on your pinky finger, trying to tell you he wanted to leave. You did get the message but chose to ignore and instead engaged in a conversation with Taehyung, which made Jungkook even more frustrated.

"Baby girl, there's a bubble tea place somewhere here, wanna get some?" Jungkook offered by whispering into your ear, giving you an indecipherable look but you brushed it off.

"Great idea babe, Taehyung join us." It wasn't a question and more of a demand and the both of you didn't notice how progressively angry your boyfriend was getting.

Jungkook was boiling over while he watched you chat and chat with Taehyung.

"Hey, baby girl," He grunted taking your hand in his across the table making sure Taehyung saw. Once your head turned to him with a smile present on his face, he gritted his teeth. He should be the only one making you smile and laugh like that.

"Yes?"

Before you could stop him, Jungkook pushed his seat back and enveloped you in a kiss. His arms were wrapped around your waist, making your back arch. By reflex you kissed him back just as feverishly, your eyes shut closed.

Jungkook, however, kept his eyes open to stare down Taehyung. The two maintained eye contact and Taehyung couldn't keep the shiver running down his spine hidden. His eyes were angry and Taehyung could tell by the look he was getting that if he didn't leave it would only lead to trouble. So as quietly as possible, Taehyung left the scene, not looking back.

Jungkook smirked in victory, still, keeping his tight hold on you. His plan on getting your attention worked and now he didn't have to worry about anything.

"Ah, Jungkook." You moaned, finally peaking your eyes open. It suddenly dawned on you that you were still in public, not behind closed doors or even in a fitting room.

"Ah! Jungkook!" Your words were rephrased with a much different tone, as you pushed him back into his seat where he breathed heavily. "Why are you like this today? Is there something wrong?"

Slowly, he nodded and inched closer to you.

"People are staring at what's fucking mine," he whispered harshly, biting on your outer ear, "and I think daddy needs to teach his baby girl who she fucking belongs to."

Needless to say, you spent a long night at Jungkook's where he kept to his word and made you a moaning mess underneath him. The whole time he was thinking of how beautiful you were writhing underneath him. Which is why he had to preserve your beauty.

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You woke up completely naked in Jungkook's bed, legs sore as Jungkook's hand lazily ran up and down the curve of your back.

"Hey baby," he started kissing the space in between your neck and shoulders, "are you feeling okay? I was rougher last night, sorry,"

You blushed at his kindness and just hugged him, massaging his back with your hand and staying silent through your grin.

"Y/n, I want you to know something," He said breaking the comfortable silence between you two. You nodded against his chest, listening to his heartbeat and awaiting his seemingly serious words.

"I want you to rely on me, on everything. No matter what I'll be by your side and I'll always be there, for you and only you. I love you so much and I can't let you stray too far from me because I think I might go crazy. That's why I act the way I do, the way I treated you last night was because of how much I loved you." He said slowly making sure you heard everything he said and every breath he let out, and he wished you knew that every breath he took was for you.

"I can't bear being away from you for too long because I get worried. Did you eat? Did you get enough sleep? Are you okay? I worry about you so much and I hope you understand that it's from my love for you."

You didn't realize, but Jungkook's words really hit home for you. Tears cascaded down your cheeks as he wiped them away, some of his own dripping onto the sheets of his mattress. You both were emotional disasters, that bit was sure. 

"Oh, I love you so much too. Jungkook, I really do." Was all you could say, littering his torso with light and sweet kisses.

"As long as you keep telling me that, nothing can stop me from coming back to you."

Jungkook kept his grip on you strong and of his hands continued to stroke your hair.

This was his idea of perfection, you and him. Together forever.

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Tutoring

Tutoring Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Pairing: Kidge Summary: Lance may not remember or appreciate having a bonding moment with their mulleted teammate, but Pidge will take any chance to further her knowledge and offer some of her own up as well. Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more. AN: Keidge month is here, guys! Get ready for me to spam your dashboards with content! Here’s the Day 1 Prompt fill!

“Your technique is kinda… sloppy,” He hadn’t meant anything by the comment, but apparently he’d struck a nerve. There was a low exhale of air through her teeth as she turned off and set down the soldering iron she’d been using and reached up slowly to tug her goggles down. He had been settled on the other end of her work table, sharpening the blade of his knife, chatting casually with her about random things when the thought occurred to him. He hadn’t seen a point in keeping it to himself, as he learned she wasn’t typically offended by him blurting out his random thoughts.

Except maybe this time, judging by the skeptical gleam flashing in her amber eyes.

“Hey, if you think you could do a better job, be my guest,” She scoffed, offering his the soldering iron and indicating the pieces of the bayard settled on her workspace.

He blinked then held up his hand. “Ah, no, I meant your fighting technique. I think the only people on board with any rights to say anything about how you do anything in regards to building and programming would be Hunk or Coran,” He said with a small laugh.

“Ah! Well, I guess you aren’t exactly wrong… I’ve never had any real fighting classes before so I just kinda go on what seems like a logical approach. The closest I’ve had was some ballet classes when I was little and thought it’d be kinda cool to know how to dance, but I don’t really think those count,” She agreed with a small shrug, tugging her goggles back up and resuming her work.

“Well, the dance classes can actually be helpful to learning how to fight,” He said calmly, leaning over a bit to watch her work as well as be heard a little better. The soldering iron itself wasn’t particularly loud, but he had learned that she could get a bit lost in her own head when she worked. “I mean, dance tends to teach you fluid movement of the body and how to maintain a sense of balance, from what I understand.  Having a good grasp on those concepts can be monumental in laying the groundwork to becoming a formidable fighter.”

“Really? Huh, I guess that makes sense. Watching you and Shiro and Allura sometimes feels more like watching dancers than trained fighters,” She mused thoughtfully, shutting off the soldering iron and setting it aside. She leaned back in her chair to examine her work and then, satisfied that the two pieces of Lance’s bayard had been successfully morphed back together, looked up at him with a small smile. “I shouldn’t be surprised to be a novice compared to the three of you; all of you have formal training and years worth of experience, after all.”

“I could show you a couple tricks, if you want. Specifically since you’re typically going up against bigger opponents, and that can cause a lot of issues for someone without a lot of practice or knowledge,” He offered.

She pushed up from her desk and shrugged. “Sure, that could be fun. I’ll go get changed into some workout stuff real fast and then meet you in the training room, mkay?”

“Sounds good. I’ll meet you there,” He said with a wave, pushing off of her desk and heading off. He stopped by his own room briefly to drop off his jacket and then went to set up the training room. He got the gladiator ready, making sure to put it on its low-level instruction mode. In that mode, it could be controlled via a small headband that translated mental impulses. It was a good way for them to train with each other without running the risk of hurting each other, given their motions were imitated through an unfeeling robot while also giving the other an opponent to practice their moves on. He tested a few moves with the headband on, making sure the robot was in top shape, and grinned as Pidge entered the room.

“Oh, dang, brought out the gladiator just for little old me? I feel so flattered,” She teased lightly, setting two water bottles she’d brought with her up against the wall. She then approached a little closer and began stretching. “So where should we get started?”

“Right now, I just want to show you the basics of dealing with a taller, bigger opponent when they’ve got you in close corners. For the most part, you already understand that, being smaller, you can duck and evade to keep an upper hand; after all, you’ve done that before,” He pointed out calmly, taking a few steps forward. The gladiator imitated the actions. He stopped once it was particularly close in with her. “Now, being in close quarters can actually work out quite well for you. It makes it easier for you to get good body hits in while being positioned to take a few less hits, but you need to be careful and make sure to stay alert. Most opponents will expect you to get in close when they have a height or size advantage, so make sure to rely more on your ability to duck and dodge.”

“Makes sense,” She agreed, curling her arms inwards a bit and starting to bounce a bit from side to side. He grinned at her enthusiasm.

“Also, make sure to keep your chin and head protected. Those can be huge trouble spots if you get injured,” He explained before he shifted his own position in preparation of beginning.

“Got it, boss. Now let’s see you put your money where your mouth is,” She beamed, playfully jabbing at the robot.

He had always known that Pidge was a clever girl and, despite her lack of training, was a decent fighter. He’d seen her figure out ways through problems at the drop of a hat, skating by on the edge of her seat and still getting out on top. With a bit of teaching and training, he knew she could become an even greater force to be reckoned with, and that idea had made him smirk. He had learned over all his time getting to know her that Pidge was a lot like a small firecracker; tiny but packed a serious punch. Giving her even more ammunition to cause an even larger explosion? Well, that was just him making sure that the Galra got what they deserved for everything they’d done over their tyrannical reign.

What he hadn’t anticipated was how quickly Pidge caught on to what he wanted to show her.

Within just the first twenty minutes, she had already managed to pick up on all his tips, implementing them against the gladiator. He had always known that Pidge was a quick study – had seen her learn how to dismantle and reassemble Altean and Galra tech with a mere wave of her hands, sometimes even boosting the output of said devices – but he still found himself impressed. He ended up ditching the headband, placing the gladiator into standby mode, and looked at her with a small smirk. “Want me to teach you a few actual moves?” He offered.

She straightened up and smirked back. “You think I’m good enough for all that?” She asked.

He shrugged and moved to stand beside her. “I guess we’ll find out, now, won’t we?” He answered. He started out with more defensive moves – sweeping kicks, good blocking stances and the like – simply because going on the defensive was always a good way to start when placed at a disadvantage. She picked up on those quickly enough, to, and after another thirty minutes of that they took a break.

She tossed him one of the water bottles before twisting open the top of her own and taking a long chug. When she finished, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and watched him for a moment. “I can teach you some tips and tricks too, if you want,” She offered.

He perked up a bit in surprise. “What?”

She shrugged and took a small sip of her water. “Well, I figure it’d be a fair trade, yeah? You help me get better with fighting and I help you get better at some of the more covert stuff. Knowing how to hack in to stuff could be really helpful if you were ever captured or anything,”

“Are you implying that I’d be stupid enough to get captured in the first place?” He raised an eyebrow as he thought over her suggestion.

She laughed at him. “Stupid enough to get captured? Not necessarily. Stubborn and impulsive enough to run into a Galra trap where you could be overpowered and taken hostage? That, I believe, would be more inline with your pattern of behavior,” She chuckled. She then pointed her water bottle at him as he opened his mouth to speak again. “And before you argue with me on that, I’d just like to remind you that I had to go save your sorry tail for running off by himself and picking a fight with a Galran druid. And shortly after that incident tried to take Zarkon out by himself with the Red Lion.”

“...”

“Do you think I just pull my thesis statements out of my ass or something? I’m a scientist; research and observing patterns is kind of part of what that entails,”

He scowled a bit and grumbled under his breath before chugging from his water bottle, choosing to ignore her laughter behind him. Admittedly, though, she did have a point. “So you can teach me how to hack into door guards?” He asked.

Her grin turned mischievous. “Oh, I can teach you more than just that. But we need to start small, first. Let’s see if we can teach you how to hack the door locks around here, first. I’m sure Lance wouldn’t mind being our guinea pig,” She mused happily.

He laughed, too, as she explained how pulling pranks on Lance would make him a better, more formidable Paladin.

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How to Voice Your Opinion in the Workplace as an Introvert

Introvert Wisdom – Empowering Introverts. How to Voice Your Opinion in the Workplace as an Introvert

How to Voice Your Opinion in the Workplace as an Introvert

As an introvert, it can be difficult to voice your opinion in the workplace. You might feel that you're too shy or a little intimidated by some of your colleagues who are more outspoken than you. But speaking up is important!

It's not about being loud and dominating conversations- there are lots of different ways to share your thoughts with others without feeling like you have to shout over them.

These 13 strategies will help you become a more confident speaker who has a positive influence on their work environment.

Table Of Contents

1. Find a time and place to voice your opinion

2. Speak up in meetings

3. Be assertive when you disagree with someone's idea

4. Voice your opinion on social media channels like Twitter or Facebook

5. Get involved in office-wide initiatives

6. Share your thoughts about company policies and procedures that affect you personally

7. Write down your ideas for new projects, processes, or products before the meeting starts so that people know what they're getting into from the start

8. Use humor to make people laugh while still making an important point

9. Stay alert during meetings and conference calls - no one should have to do all the talking

10. Ask for clarification if you don't understand a point being made

11. Wait until the end of a meeting or conversation to voice your opinion

12. Don't interrupt when someone else is speaking

13. Practice saying what you want in your head before you say it out loud

Final thoughts

1. Find a time and place to voice your opinion

Sometimes it's better to share your thoughts with one person at a time or in an environment where you feel safe, like during break times when everyone is chatting together.

If there are group meetings going on, make sure that they're well-structured so that each person has the chance to speak.

A good way to know when it's appropriate for you to speak up is to learn how your colleagues behave in meetings.

As an introvert, you might be able to tell that someone else has something important they want to add but isn't getting a chance.

That would be the right time and place for them! But if everyone speaks up without waiting their turn, you'll need to be patient and wait for the right moment.

You don't want to interrupt someone who is talking or force your opinion on others when they're not ready to take it in!

Make sure that people give each other time to share what's important before jumping in with something of your own.

If you're in a meeting where people are talking over one another, you can wait for them to finish and offer the idea that's been on your mind.

2. Speak up in meetings

Your opinion matters! Make your voice heard by speaking up in meetings.

If you're not sure what to say, don't worry- here are a few phrases that might come in handy:

"I think it's important for us to remember ..." or "What I'm hearing is..." or "My point of view is ..."

If you're worried that what you have to say won't be heard because it's not important or the way is too long, think of a few points and then summarize them.

Keep your voice steady- don't change pitch so much that people can't understand what you're saying.

And stay in one place! If possible, try not to walk around while you're talking.

3. Be assertive when you disagree with someone's idea

It might be hard to speak up when you disagree with someone, but it's better than just staying silent.

If other people talk over you or interrupt what you're saying, don't give up- stay calm, and keep on trying!

Don't let anyone intimidate or ridicule your opinion; if they do so then that shows their immaturity and you should have no problem standing up for yourself.

If someone is too loud or dominating the conversation, just wait until they finish their thought- if it's not about something that needs immediate attention then don't interrupt!

It can be difficult to speak your mind when people are being rude but keep in mind that this person won't change their behavior.

It might be a good idea to find another way of dealing with this person- like talking privately or finding someone more supportive in the workplace.

If you're not sure how assertive you can be, think about what your goal is and whether an introverted approach would work best for that situation!

4. Voice your opinion on social media channels like Twitter or Facebook

People might not listen to you in the workplace, but they could be more receptive on social media.

If your opinion is being ignored or it's too risky for you to speak up at work then share what you want to say online!

It can be easier than speaking up in person because people are less likely to get defensive and there won't be any awkward silences.

Get your voice heard and don't let anyone hold you back from expressing what's on your mind- it could make a difference for other introverts in the workplace too.

5. Get involved in office-wide initiatives

The best way to have your voice heard is by getting involved in office-wide initiatives.

This includes things like focus groups, brainstorming sessions, or any other activities that are sponsored and endorsed by the company.

If you're not sure how these meetings work then try asking a colleague for help!

It's important to show initiative so that your opinion will be taken into consideration.

If you have a great idea or point of view, don't worry about taking charge- as an introvert, it's important to show that you're not afraid and can offer something valuable to the company!

Don't be afraid of speaking up at these meetings because they are specifically designed for everyone to speak their minds.

6. Share your thoughts about company policies and procedures that affect you personally

If you have a problem with company policies or procedures, then speak up!

It can be hard to get your voice heard if the person who's in charge of making decisions is someone that everyone else likes.

Still, it's important for them to know what people are thinking and feeling- even if they don't change anything immediately, they might think about it the next time they revise a policy.

Just make sure that you're respectful- don't accuse them of being ignorant or demand things because it's not their job to make concessions for everyone!

Keep your argument short and sweet and remind yourself why this is important to you; if it's too difficult then try talking to someone who you trust.

If they're too busy to listen or don't want to hear what you have to say then try a few other people in the company, but remember that not everyone is going to agree with your opinion because this isn't always an issue for them personally.

It can take some time and effort- there's no need to give up!

7. Write down your ideas for new projects, processes, or products before the meeting starts so that people know what they're getting into from the start

If you're not sure how to voice your opinion in a meeting then it's best to speak up before the discussion starts.

Find out who will be at this meeting and try sending them an email or message about what they need to know ahead of time so that they don't interrupt with unproductive comments during the meeting.

This is a good way to prepare for a meeting because it means that everything will go smoothly.

If you're not sure what you want to say then write down the points or ideas that are important so that it's easier to share your opinion in those tense moments!

It can be difficult speaking up when everyone else is talking- if they don't listen then try to summarize what you've said and ask them if they have any questions.

It might be easier for introverts because there won't be any long pauses or awkward stares when talking in a meeting- but it's important not to avoid these moments!

If this still feels too difficult, take some time to practice your argument before the meeting starts.

8. Use humor to make people laugh while still making an important point

You can still make your point while using humor- it will help people remember what you said, and they'll probably appreciate that you took the time to think about their feelings.

It's important not to take yourself too seriously sometimes because introversion doesn't mean that we're all serious robots!

Just be sure to use a sense of humor that's appropriate for the situation- don't say something offensive or hurtful just to make people laugh.

It might be best not to use jokes in a meeting because it can be hard for introverts to tell if someone is really laughing with you or at you!

But sometimes humor is important, so try to take a deep breath and laugh with your coworkers to show that you're not afraid of this meeting.

If it still feels like a stressful situation then try talking to someone who's known for being funny before the meeting starts- they might have some good ideas about how introverts can engagingly make their points

It's important not to give up because this is a skill that you can learn, and it will help with the meetings in your future.

9. Stay alert during meetings and conference calls - no one should have to do all the talking

It can be hard to stay alert during meetings because introverts need a lot of time alone, but it's important not to tune out because this might mean that you're inattentive.

Don't just listen passively- it will help if you ask questions or paraphrase what the speaker is saying so they know that you were listening.

You can also take notes during the meeting- this is a good way to follow up on what was said and find out if there's anything that you missed.

It might be hard for introverts to participate in meetings because they like fewer people, but it's important not to give up!

If it feels too difficult then practice your argument before the meeting starts so that you can be confident about what you're saying.

It's also important to have a voice when it's time for your opinion, and introverts need to use this opportunity!

If someone doesn't listen then try summarizing what they said and ask them if they have any questions- or just share your opinion in a different way because it's not that important to argue.

10. Ask for clarification if you don't understand a point being made

It's important to ask for clarification if you don't understand a point being made because it will help with the meeting.

Sometimes people need time to put thoughts together or they might have forgotten what they wanted to say, so try asking them questions about their opinion again and see how that goes!

If this still doesn't make sense then it might be best to ask for an email or phone call after the meeting.

11. Wait until the end of a meeting or conversation to voice your opinion

Another thing you can try to voice your opinion is to wait until the end of a meeting or conversation.

It's important not to interrupt because it can be rude or disrespectful, and this will make people think you didn't care about what they were saying.

This way your opinion won't be forgotten- someone else might have wanted to say something before the meeting is over!

Even if there are a lot of other people at the meeting, it's important not to be afraid of your opinion.

12. Don't interrupt when someone else is speaking

If someone is speaking and you need to interrupt them, then it's important not to be impolite.

It's important not to interrupt when someone else is speaking unless they're not making any sense or you need to correct them on something important- otherwise you'll be rude and this will make people think that introverts are uninterested in what others have to say!

13. Practice saying what you want in your head before you say it out loud

It can be hard to speak up when you're not used to it, but there are some ways that introverts can prepare themselves.

One thing is practicing what you want to say in your head before you actually say it out loud- this way if something comes out wrong then at least it was only inside your head!

Another good thing to do is practicing in front of a mirror- this will help you see what your body language looks like and how others might react to it.

A handy tip for saying something out loud when introverts are feeling nervous or anxious about speaking up is that they can try taking deep breaths before they say anything, even if the person doesn't ask them to.

This will keep introverts calm and they can focus on what they're saying instead of feeling nervous or anxious about speaking up in front of others.

Final thoughts

So, in conclusion, it's important to get your opinion heard in the workplace because you deserve a voice!

Try some of these tips and see how they work for you- different things will work with different people but don't give up until you find what works best for you.

Introverts have valuable opinions that should be voiced, too. You can do this even if it might seem hard at first!

Make sure not to interrupt when someone is speaking unless it needs correcting or clarifying - remember that giving them their chance before yours doesn't mean others are uninterested in what introverts have to say, either; everyone deserves respect no matter who they are.

It might also be helpful to practice saying something out loud- try doing this in a mirror or in front of someone else so you can see how your body language might come across.

When feeling nervous and anxious, it's also good to take deep breaths beforehand. This will keep introverts calm and give them time to think about what they want to say instead of just getting anxious before speaking up.

Finally- it's important for introverts who have valuable opinions on issues that affect them at work! Sometimes the best way is by being assertive with what you need, which means not letting yourself be pushed around when others are making decisions without input from everyone involved.

I hope this article helped you find some ways to voice your opinion at work, and that you feel empowered!

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Father’s Day

 I wrote this little series of vignettes for Father’s Day (note: I am aware Father’s Day is not universal, from its celebration to the day on which it might fall, but like...go with me here) just for something fun for today. about 1,800 words, including my five favs. The entire OW universe is here, and you can support me by leaving a comment, joining me on Patreon (where you can read an SM Father’s Day ficlet), tipping me on Ko-fi, or getting something from my wishlist. (gifts for Jill, who we all like better than me, are also here) I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS

Winston looked up at the moon at midnight. It had been so many years since it had happened, and he had always assumed he wouldn’t be hurt by it anymore, at some point, and yet that day never seemed to come.

 Some of it was the loneliness, the sense that no one could ever understand. Dr. Harold hadn’t actually been his father, right? That was what people thought. Winston was the creation of a science experiment gone horribly wrong, one that had ended with every single scientist dead, and it was really only a fluke that he had not been one of the rebels, one of those who destroyed their creators, because, at the core of it, they really were still animals, right?

 That was what they thought, he knew.

 And in ways, he wished it were true. He wished it did not hurt to see the Happy Father’s Day cards, and tried not to remember how he had discovered Father’s Day in one of the many encyclopedia that had been around the station. How he had created a small card for Dr. Harold, how Dr. Harold had proudly displayed it on his desk. How he had felt that first brush of the warmth of family, and how it had given him so much joy.

 The moon always reminded him, but especially today.

 He was not unique, he remembered, in having lost his father. It was the most common thing in the world, among his beloved team. Only D.va and Pharah could say otherwise. But people looked at them with understanding and knowing nods, while they didn’t seem to share the same with Winston, just a simple, ‘oh yes, the incident on the moon.’

 Tracer understood him, but Tracer was Tracer, and one could never take anything she thought or did as a human consensus.

 He looked up at the moon, and decided to go to bed.

  ___

 D.va sat in her room, waiting for the time to be right. When she was serving halfway around the world, there never seemed to be a convenient time to chat with her parents, and so she didn’t get to talk to them as much as she’d like.

 People always assumed that the worst parts of her job were the fighting, the never knowing what each day would bring, the thoughts of losing her comrades. And those were, yes, difficult. But it was nothing compared to the sadness she felt at leaving her family behind, even though they were proud of her, and even though she knew it was the right thing for the security of the world, she missed them terribly.

 Her father had been such a huge part of everything D.va had grown to be, her gaming, her sense of justice and her part in it, and she had never found the right words to tell him so. Telling people how much she loved them was not exactly her strongest suit--years of growing up one of the preeminent girl gamers had given her a thick skin, and sometimes a thick skin kept things from going out, as well as in.

 The little Skype alert went off, and she checked her hair quickly. She wanted to look happy and well-rested when she talked to them, and even though she was supposed to be talking to her father, there was, she thought, zero percent chance that her mother wouldn’t looking over his shoulder and thinking of all the reasons to worry about her Hana.

 The camera popped up, the light reflecting in the corners of her Dad’s glasses, and she smiled.

 “Hi Dad!”

 “It’s so good to hear from you, Hana. We’ve been reading all about the things you’ve been doing across the world, and we are so proud of you. The world is a better place because of you, you know.”

 And I’m a better person because of you.

 “I just wanted to say thanks today, Dad.” She shrugged, a little embarrassed. “For everything.”

 “You are worth everything, Hana.”

 “Dad.” She blushed. “Stop.”

 __

  Her family had gotten into the business of dying occasionally, as a family that had practically formed the RAF was wont to do, and during World War I, her family had thought it practical to buy more than a few plots out at that nice new cemetery in Newham. They were almost out of those plots now, and Tracer wasn’t sure what they’d do when they were, and no longer had the luxury of thinking that it wouldn’t be her problem.

 She poked along the narrow strip of green where Oxton began, old weathered stones bearing names she didn’t really know, and dates that seemed an impossibly long time ago. The first was 1915, she remembered, from visiting here as a child, where she had read every name and wondered what they had been like, as sure as she had wondered what her own mother had really been like. It was easy to be one thing, in stories, and Tracer hung on to the small handful of things she remembered about her mother, that weren’t stories, that she knew for real.

 It was a different sort of loss, with her father. Anyone could tell any story they wanted about him, and she could call it up in mind immediately, what he sounded like, the way he moved, the way he’d chuckle and shake his head.

 She’d often thought that losing her father was like her house burning down, and losing her mother was like never having had one in the first place. Missing versus longing. Besides, it was hard to be too upset over something that happened to everybody, eventually, it wasn’t personal, it was just how things were.

 She settled down in front of one of the newer plaques, the same five letters across the top of it as in the rest of the row. Anne, the aunt she never knew. Mary, her mother. Lena, awkwardly. And Herbert, Bert offered helpfully in quotes next to it, as if anyone who would sit here might forget. There was an RAF roundel next to each name, so common in this line that Tracer had thought, as a child, that it was simply something people put on graves. Only her name was the aberration, where her father had added the Overwatch symbol next to her roundel.

 She leaned back against the stone in front of her family’s--she always meant to leave a thank you note for giving her a relatively comfortable way to visit the folks, but she wasn’t sure how it would be taken.

 She took her sandwich out of her bag.

 “‘Appy Father’s Day, Dad. I brought nothing, but I thought you’d rather ‘ear from me than anything else, any’ow. Emily still loves me, I’ll ‘ave you know, and she’s even agreed to move in, think I may marry ‘er, if she’ll ‘ave me…”

 __

 Mercy was so very used to being alone that she never much minded it, and locking herself in her lab seemed like the best option for today, even if she did not have much of a project to work on, just putzing about the lab, here and there.

 She had wanted to go with Pharah to visit her father. And she hadn’t wanted to. Every year was like this, and every year the side that won out was a little different, and it was a sign of Pharah’s everlasting love and patience that she never pressured Mercy, just let her decide and took either answer with a cheerful nod and a kiss.

 Mostly it was that Mercy was afraid, seeing how Pharah’s father loved her, she might burst into tears right there at the table, and ruin Father’s Day.

 Her father had loved her, too, in a world that seemed a lifetime ago, growing up on the edge of Zurich, in that house with the wide wooden beams that she had known and loved so well. The way he used to quiz her on little things, and beam and laugh, loud and deep, over how clever she was. How she was his genius little girl, and there was nothing she couldn’t do, and she would change the world.

 She was so young, when it all happened, that she never could have imagined it, freshly bat mitzvah and turned out into the world, some cruel joke of a God that decided she was a woman now, she supposed, in her more bitter moments. She thought of her parents often, wheen the big and little things happened. When she graduated medical school. When she married. When the cards in shops started to proclaim about good fathers.

 Alone in the lab, she believed she could do it. That she had done it. That she could make everything mean something, including the Father’s Day card she had sent, to an address that was nothing more than a hole in the ground in Zurich.

   ____

 Pharah waited at the table. Her father was not her mother, and it was easy for her to see why they had never solemnized their involvement with each other. Her mother was regimented and would never dream of being late, wry and sly and subtle. Her father was...not.

 She often wondered what her life would have been like if he had raised her primarily instead of Ana, but then, Pharah rather liked herself just the way she was, and this other, foreign Pharah who might have been a completely different person did not necessarily appeal to her.

 Which is not to say she didn’t love her father. She did, very much, and she had come to appreciate how nice it was to have a simple and uncomplicated relationship with a parent, where she never worried how he would see her, where there was never any struggle for control of the conversation, for some dominance, where Pharah never had anything to prove.

 So she could take a little being late.

 He walked in, 20 minutes after he said he would be there, but it was impossible for Pharah not to forgive him immediately, the way his face lit up at the sight of her, the way he drew his arms around her immediately and held her tight, never intimidated by his daughter, the way others were. He saw her as his precious girl and never as a commander, and he may have been the only person on earth from whom Pharah could find that charming.

 “Fareeha! You look so good! Where is that beautiful wife of yours?” He looked about the restaurant, as if Pharah might have just been sticking her in a corner.

 “You know how hard she works, Dad.”

 “I know,” He pulled out a chair and sat down, grinning, “You’re afraid your old Dad’s going to embarrass you in front of such a pretty girl.”

 “You have already done that,” Pharah laughed, “multiple times.”

 “And still she married you. It’s that Amari beauty, we’re all suckers for it, I understand.” He picked up the menu. “What should we get, pumpkin? They make great crepes here, I know you like those.” He looked over at her and smiled. “It’s so nice to see you.”

 “Happy Father’s Day, Dad.”  

[ingridgovaninsights]

The Charlotte Chapters: Part 8

I stayed in touch with Elliott, but he had moved on with his life. Him and Victoria were planning to get married the following spring, despite how rocky things seemed. I was happy for him, as long as he was happy.

It didn’t do any good to show or voice concern- he would try to make an excuse for Victoria’s behaviour, or he would agree with me and then not do anything with the advice. I think it scared me because the situation was somewhat similar to the Ross fiasco.

But one thing was for sure- it was strange to be back in touch with him and not speak to him every day. When we were best friends, we would always check in with each other if we weren’t going out for a coffee. But life certainly changes people.

As time went on, I realized I didn’t miss Ross at all. I was much freer, much happier, without him. I managed to get more hours at the restaurant, so I was keeping busy and making money at the same time. My mind wasn’t anywhere near the direction of relationships or love.

One evening, mid-week, I happened to notice a young man sitting at the bar. This was weird for a few reasons- one, it was the middle of the week. It was also not that large of a city, and most people were elderly and had a bedtime of eight thirty. But our bar was open until eleven on weekdays, so this man sat alone with a tall beer in his hand, staring at the wall.

At this time of night, it was just one person kind of floating around waiting wherever it was needed, since it was such a small place. Tonight, that person was me. This guy must have come in some time ago, then, because I didn’t remember fetching him a drink. He probably came in when there was a rush, and he’d just blended right in with the crowd.

His beer was quite low, so I did my job and approached him to inquire about a refill.

“Hi there, can I get you some more there?”

He turned to face me, and I automatically thought he was extremely handsome. Not handsome in a conventional sense, either- he had jet black hair about the length that Jesus may have had. He wore thick, black rimmed glasses, but they seemed to suit him quite well; he had a full beard; he was dressed in construction clothes, which were extremely dirty. His work boots were worn and his laces seemed to be untied. All around he was quite messy looking… but for some reason I was inclined to chat with him further.

“Please,” he answered me, “that would be lovely.”

I had to force myself to turn away and focus on the task at hand. The drink. I had to get him the drink. I wasn’t the type to hit on men sitting at the bar- I wasn’t the flirtatious type, either, so I had no idea what my plan was, but I felt intrigued enough to say something. Was there something I could say that wouldn’t come across as creepy, cliche, or annoying?

I cracked open the can of beer and slowly poured the drink against the side of the glass. It was a nice amber color. I stared at it for a moment, mesmerized by the tiny bubbles floating up towards the top. I was putting this off. Okay, time to get moving.

Perhaps I wouldn’t say anything- the best solution for dealing with anxiety-inducing situations was avoidance, right?! Of course it was. But I knew that was a temporary fix. I would feel relief from the anxiety, but I would never feel fulfillment from doing something I really wanted to do. It had been months since Ross and I were a couple- perhaps it was time to move on and do something adventurous.

I firmly set the glass down on the counter for him, maybe a little too firmly. I wanted to give him the impression that I was strong and not at all nervous, which was slightly unrealistic, but still.

The man looked at me, a little startled by the slamming down of the beer. Okay, maybe too intense- he would probably ask for the bill and run now.

“Huh. Assertive, I like it,” he commented, taking a sip.

I shrugged. “Can I get you anything else?”

“If you could go into work for me tomorrow, that would be great,” he joked. He stretched and did a big yawn. “But seriously? No, thank you. This is great.”

I nodded and went back behind the bar to clean some glasses. He had been really bothered by something when I first noticed him, but now he was much more alert. He watched me doing the dishes, his head tipped to the side slightly.

“How long have you been working here?” he asked.

“Um… maybe three or four months now,” I said, shocked by my own answer. Where did the time go?

“Ah, I haven’t been here in a while,” he admitted. “Nice place. Small, but not too small. I work just outside of the city, so I drive down here some evenings looking for something to do.”

“I was born here, but I lived out of town for about two years,” I said. “It didn’t work out, so here I am.”

“You were there for work?” he asked.

“Sort of,” I said, hanging the wine glasses. “I did work there, if that’s what you mean. But my ex and I lived there together.”

I stopped and asked myself why I was telling a stranger all of this information. Like he needed to know…

“I see,” he said. “My name’s Oliver, by the way. And I see from your name tag that you’re Charlotte. Unless of course that’s an alias.”

“Why would it be?” I asked.

Oliver shrugged. “People aren’t always who they say they are.”

***

After meeting Oliver, I felt quite strange. Initially I felt really happy- overjoyed, in fact- to be interested in someone. But then I started to feel overwhelmed by anxiety, and my mind went over our meeting at the bar a thousand times. I wondered what kind of first impression I made, if he was interested as well, if I said too much or not enough.

I left the restaurant at the end of my shift, got into my car and just sat in the empty parking lot for a while. I was confused- my heart was racing and my stomach had butterflies, but I couldn’t figure out whether it was a good or bad sensation.

Things appeared to have ended on a good note- Oliver gave me his cell number, and told me to text him anytime. He had smiled alot, he had asked questions. Judging from his words and actions, he seemed interested. But my brain didn’t want to believe that.

I told myself that no one would ever want to be involved with me… after all, I was really messed up after what happened with Ross. And what if the same thing happened all over again? What if he was another Ross- a jealous, controlling psycho?

Psycho.

I guess the word was a bit harsh, but often that’s how I felt Ross acted. And he messed a lot with my mind, to the point where I questioned my own sanity. That could probably be classified as psychotic behaviour. Maybe.

But it wasn’t fair to assume all men would be like Ross, was it? Yet I couldn’t help going there… part of me was very curious, but another part of me was very scared.

All of this worrying and we hadn’t even gone out on a date yet. I was getting way too ahead of myself. I took a deep breath, told myself to relax a little, and turned on the radio. A year later I’d probably look back on these times and realize I was blowing this way out of proportion.

With the music blaring, I pulled out of the parking lot and into the night. I told myself I’d worry about it later, but my mind didn’t work like that.

***

My thoughts felt borderline obsessive- for days I wondered if Oliver was going to send me a message or not. I thought about his jet black hair, how he stretched his arms wide and kicked out his long legs at the bar that night. I thought about how handsome he looked, even in dirty work clothes. How charming he appeared to be.

It’s easy to get caught up in fantasies, though. And that is exactly what I did.

After maybe four days, I told myself there was absolutely nothing wrong with being the first one to send a message. Why did courting someone have to be so old fashioned- the man didn’t necessarily have to make the first move in this day and age.

With shaky fingers, I typed “Hi”, and forced myself to hit “send”.

My behaviour was reminiscent of a high school girl with her crush. I can remember how silly I was back then, and this wasn’t too different- in grade nine, I was obsessed with a guy that happened to be two years older than me. In high school, that was a huge age difference- while I was just learning the ropes, he had to start thinking about post secondary. It’s funny how once you get older, two years means nothing and doesn’t look weird to anyone. Age is a strange concept.

My best friend and I were always obnoxious and loud in front of him, laughing at everything he said, making bad jokes, asking him to hang out every single weekend. Of course, he was quite frightened and probably embarrassed, so therefore wanted nothing to do with me. I knew this. But he was so nice… he never had the courage to tell me the truth. He simply avoided it.

His eyes would dart in every direction while we talked- checking to see if anyone was laughing, perhaps- and he’d fidget a lot, itching to leave. His responses were minimal. Yet grade nine me was determined and blissfully unaware.

One day, about halfway through my grade nine year, my best friend and I entered the cafeteria for some lunch. We had plans to have lunch with this guy (though in hindsight, he probably agreed because he felt too bad for me to say no)! I was so excited, and my friend was just as excited for me. We skipped into the cafeteria, arms linked as we so often did- which was something everyone laughed at us for.

I could see him across the cafeteria, walking towards us. I tried to coolly free myself from my friend’s arm, and apparently doing so while skipping was too much for my flustered mind to handle- in one swift motion I slipped and fell to the ground.

The entire cafeteria- or so it seemed at the time- roared with laughter. That’s the sad thing about high school- more people were inclined to hurt than to help. My friend knelt down and asked if I was okay, but my head was spinning and I was already crying.

I’ll never forget what my crush did- he took one look at my foolish ass on the floor and turned for the back doors to join his friends. He didn’t even bother to ask. I know now that this was very telling about who he is as a person, and I deserved better.

But I still wasted my time worrying. I cried and cried. My friend tried to comfort me, but nothing would help except for time. For the rest of the year, my friend and I ate lunch in the bathroom, stalls plastered in graffiti with hundreds of hate words.

I thought about this time in my life when I thought about Oliver, and what I was potentially getting into. Could Oliver be that jerk that turned away when I needed a hand? He very well could be. But I suppose with everything there is a certain amount of risk you must take.

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week 7

classroom management chapter 11: What I expect from my students is what I expect of myself.

There were days in high school when my peers would say something disruptive or act out in class just to see what kind of reaction it would bring from the teacher. Most of it was just childish humour like drawing silly pictures on the blackboard or attempting to make a funny joke out loud to get a laugh. The pictures were erased so that no further attention was drawn to them or the disruptive comments were replied with ‘All right that’s enough’ then the lesson would continue. Never do I remember my teachers responding with, “Thats an interesting point, now let’s see what other people think” after a student would be chronically whinging. There are many methods, techniques and theories that will guide me in managing my classroom.

Classroom management is defined as “the actions of teachers to create a planned and organised classroom environment that supports student learning and socio-emotional needs” (Duchesne, 2013). If I had to demonstrate three behaviours in my classroom it would be structure, discipline and control. This will ensure that time wasted will be kept to a minimum, there will be less confusion and hardly any disruptions presented. I will be slightly strict but scrupulously fair. I will treat my students as individuals and motivate them to be the best they can be.

When the bell rings for class to start, I will begin the lesson. I know that my timing will not always be perfect and it is likely the bell will ring for class to finish when I am still lecturing. If this happens I will either continue the lesson the next class or post the whole lecture on the school’s portal for the students reference. The first day of school I would have gone over the safety procedures, alerts and codes. When I was in school we had code red which meant imminent danger and code yellow when lessons would continue as normal but we needed to stay in the classroom until further notice. Briefing the students on what to do in case of fire, tornadoes or any other disasters is important if an actual alert ever occurs when I am teaching. If students finish the task that I have set forth in the lesson, then I would ask those students to quietly work on homework given from other classes. I always appreciated that gesture from my past teachers. I would kindly instruct the students to ask questions about a task or assignment after I have finished talking. If students have questions during a lesson, they can raise their hand. I would encourage students to come to my desk if they have questions during group work or when students are completing tasks at their desks. I always felt more confident confiding my queries directly with my teacher instead of our loud in front of all my peers. Depending on the school’s policies any student wanting to go to the bathroom may need a pass. My past teachers had made their own wooden passes one each for boys and girls; this would be a possible idea for my future classroom. When I finish my practicums, I will have a better idea of if I would prefer students to hand in completed work on my desk or if I should collect it (Grainger & Bradshaw, 2003).

I would agree with the statement, “Choices without limits and limits without choices are both doomed to denying children the opportunity of learning how to act responsibly” (Curwin, 2014). The rules set in my classroom will be based on their behaviour and not necessarily values. Academic rules need to be set such as penalties for cheating and protocol for late assignments. Social rules are important because fighting is obviously not tolerated and now with devices being used in school, misuse of technologies will not be tolerated. Procedural rules may already be established through school policy such as dress codes but also includes attending class on time. If a student does not make it a common occurrence to be late to class, I will ignore it. But if a student is consistently late everyday then I would need to chat with that student about the reason. Cultural rules will be set in place; I will not tolerate students poking fun of other students for their religious beliefs or background.

My most common misbehaviour act as a student was talking with my peers during class but all it took for me to be quiet was a stern look from my teacher. I would mainly start talking because I was bored with the content and wanted to socialise instead. Now that I am the teacher, I must remember that students do not premeditate misbehaviour. Boredom and how I react to students boredom will be an important element in my classroom management. The content being taught needs to be meaningful to the students while also being fun and interesting. Catering to students multiple intelligences when planning the lessons will ensure variety so students will be able to stay focused on the tasks. A strategy that can be used to improve student classroom behaviour is to build trust. By listening to my students interests, cares and concerns, this will allow me to understand why they respond in certain ways. If I acknowledge how a student feels about certain situations by being his or her advocate, this can assist with future acts of behaviour. I want to be the teacher who participates in school events and remembers students important dates like when it is their birthday or congratulates them on winning a tournament. Negative behaviour issues will be resolved in private. A positive learning environment is established by building positive trusting relationships with my students (King, n.d.)

The restorative approach and ABC method will help me to listen to my students needs. If there is an argument or a situation has presented itself, I need to reflect on what has happened or if anyone has been harmed—mentally or physically. If so, then how can I help to repair the damage? Before I make rash decisions on who is to blame or any punishment given, I need to evaluate what happened before the behaviour and what did the student gain from the behaviour? If there were threats of violence, possession of illegal drugs, or possession of weapons were found then the principal must be involved. If the behaviour from the student is minor, then where was act coming from? Was it a result of bullying? Establishing routines and rules, taking control of misbehaviour, and being attentive to my students interests will ensure my classroom is managed (Short, Case & Mckenzie, 2018)

Resources:

Curwin, R. (2014). “The 5 Critical Categories of Rules”. Social and emotional learning. Retrieved from:

https://www.edutopia.org/blog/5-critical-categories-of-rules-richard-curwin 

Grainger, J., Bradshaw & K. Konza, D. (2003). Classroom Management: A Survival Guide. Thomson/Social Science Press: Southbank, Vic.

 King, I. (n.d.). 8 Trust-Building Strategies to Improve Student Classroom Behaviour. Retrieved from:

https://www.kickboardforschools.com/blog/post/8-trust-building-strategies-that-improve-student-classroom-behavior 

Short, R., Case, G. & Mckenzie, K. (2018). The long-term impact of a whole school approach of restorative practice: the views of secondary school teachers. Pastoral Care in Education. Vol. 36, Pp. 313-324.