#classes started and im getting by fine so far but the pace im going at leaves me tired and i worry i wont be able to sustain it much longer

[cyeayt]

i feel so weird about being tired sometimes today i did a group activity where we like danced around and chanted and there were some people doing the bare minimum while looking uncomfortable but in that performative way where they look around like making sure that everyone knew they knew it was weird you know what i mean

and im just there doing the bare minimum and lipsyncing the chant with no emotion cause id entered robot mode in an uncomfortable enviornment and knew i wouldnt be able to break it without crying

like its so demoralizing to believe in whimsy as a healing practice and a moral philosophy but to be so fucking tired yknow?

[moonsaver]

Consider... Dr. Ratio getting a (yandere?) crush on a student from a different department. Not one of his students. Meet-cute without his stone head on so the student doesn't know he's *that* professor. Poor student has no idea who their new friend is they're opening up to

My favorite request thus far! Im gonna try my best, anon.

I imagine it happens when student reader is running an errand and has to go to the different department for it, and Dr Ratio is someone they meet along the way in a bit of a secluded corner, tapping his foot and thinking deeply, maybe even saying things out loud to himself when student reader chimes in and asks about it. One thing leads to another and you actually end up getting along.

I imagine it happens again, once in a while, every two weeks or so, and Dr. Ratio doesn't quite introduce himself – he probably assumes as a student you're well aware of things, and just doesn't feel the need to, since both of you just talk enough to problem-solve and share opinions and facts. It only starts to dawn on him that you probably don't know him until you bring up one of your classmates who transferred departments talking about their professor with an alabastor head that has no mercy at all. His eyebrows are slightly furrowed as he contemplates whether he even wants to tell you.. but he likes the arrangement both of you have. It's enough that both of you are meeting like this, no? You don't need to know who he "really" is.

And by that time, he doesn't realise just how much he actually likes your company. You open up to him in a leisurely manner, and he's.. pleasantly surprised. Considering Dr. Ratio, I imagine he doesn't actually have people confiding in him, or talking to him normally, since his mind is constantly racing. This change of pace with someone who actually understands him is enough to keep his attention.

Of course, he needs to tone down his own prodding and pushing. Technically speaking, even "if" he's taken a "bit" of a liking to you, you're still not his student.. it's a pity.

He knows the exact classes you could thrive in, the course material he's sure you would devour, and the exact assignments he's recently sent out to his students that he knows you'd accomplish well. Sometimes during your conversations, he throws in a few topics and suggests that.. ahem, Dr. Ratio's course covers thoroughly. It feels weird to refer to himself in third person, but he adjusts naturally, and he has to stop himself from immediately getting on the defensive when you point out your own issues with his infamously rigorous course.

Of course, it has nothing to do with the fact he wants to see you more often, even if it means you'll recognize him as a professor with his alabastor head on instead of your new friend that's a bit eccentric. He would love having you as a student, just the potential you have is enough to excite him. The smile on your face after you solve a difficult problem, your rambling about the amount of homework your useless professors have drowned you with, the chirp in your voice as you call out to him in greeting, still unsure of what his name is.. surely, management won't say anything if Dr. Ratio himself takes matters into his own hands and transfer you into his department?

And when you turn up to his office, his alabastor head is on as he effortlessly shoots down any of your protests.

But.. if you continue being uncooperative, fine. Go back to your own department. It doesn't take much to sabotage, Veritas has learned. Just a bit of setting up is enough to ruin your assignments, destroy some of your projects, tarnish your reputation among your professors.. it's simple. Now, now.. instead of trying to problem-solve, why don't you just listen to that eccentric, strange friend of yours and join his department instead? He'll help you out thoroughly.

It doesn't take long after you've shifted departments, and you find out your strange new friend was your stubborn, unhearing professor.. now, it's a pity, but you'll have to stay after classes. Hm? No, no. He won't bother listening to you. You have a lot to cover, and now that he's not keeping any secrets from you, he wants to hear everything about you in thorough detail. Don't think about getting away, either. He'll talk with security and management to allow you to stay much further after hours. No one's willing to help you escape. Now.. there's so much material to cover, so let him teach you on a personal level. That should get you going more easily.

He decides on keeping his alabastor head aside, staring intently at you as you scribble away the mountains of assignments he's just given. You're not allowed to get distracted. If you even so much as lift your head to look aside from him, or your homework, he's quick to guide you by his fingers on your chin towards him, a scowl on his face. For goodness' sake, at least look at your professor if you want to stop writing. He's still your little friend, isn't he? How about you tell him all about that classmate you were getting so chummy with? Don't lie now – he saw everything. It doesn't matter that he's in a different department, it's better if he knows. You're both.. close,no? This is just something friends share with each other. Or do you need an extra lesson taught by him personally?

[ellies-little-thing]

Life goes on (e.w.) part 1

*not my images, but i edited it

My masterlist <3

pairing: young!ellie/young!reader

Warnings: fluf; reader is referred to as she/her; mentions of trauma; mentions of death and killing; just cute best friend stuff really; Kind of proofread, English is not my first language.

Author's notes: Hi! This was a request but im having a blast writing it! I hope you like it, I really liked writing it! Feedback is always welcome and likes and reblogs are always encouraged! Thank you! Enjoy!  More parts to come!

word count 1.5k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

14 years old - Part 1

Ellie and you became instantly friends when she arrived at Jackson with Joel. Like 2 peas in a pod, you were inseparable, you were her sun and she was your moon, she always liked you a little more than friends but  she could never really explain it. Nothing could separate you, not even the apocalypse. Not even the end of the world.

You had met when she got to town, you were both 14. She was a shy girl and she seemed like she'd seen a lot of stuff. One day she was in the park alone on the swings and you saw her while you were walking home from school. The school was an old building that used to be a nursery before the outbreak , but they had made a makeover so it felt more appropriate for all ages. There weren't a lot of kids in Jackson so a new face was always welcome. There were four groups of classes at school. One for the babies, one for the toddlers, one for the kids, and one for the teens. Next year you were going  to move on up to the oldest class. You didn't really have friends at school. You talked to the other kids but they never liked you very much. When you saw Ellie, you hoped this would be an opportunity to finally make a real friend.

“Hey! I've never seen you around, you new here?” You asked her, smiling as you sat next to her and started to swing a bit.

“Hi! Yes, I'm new. Name’s Ellie.” She said shyly. “Well, nice to meet you Ellie, I'm Y/N.” You look back at her with a smile on your face.. She had very beautiful green eyes, that was the first thing you noticed about her. But they were sad ones too. You felt a bit bad for her, she must have been through a lot to get here. She had her auburn hair in a low ponytail with some hair framing her round face and freckles all over it and she also had a scar on her left eyebrow. She was pale which only made her freckles look more angelic. When she looked at you she gave you a shy smile, she wasn't used to people being nice to her.

“So, are you okay? You're all alone out here?” You ask her, trying to be as nice as possible. It was a sunny October day and the leaves were starting to fall from the trees. There was a slight breeze and the day was beautiful. The light hit her eyes perfectly, making them look even more gorgeous than they already were.

“Hum, yeah, I'm fine. Just not used to so many people.” She said fidgeting with her hands. She was wearing a purple, pink and white striped jacket with some worn out jeans and some old red converse.

“Oh, I get it. I can leave if I'm making you uncomfortable.” You say with empathy in your voice. She looked back at you with a small smile. “No, it's okay. It's nice actually, no one else has had the courage to come talk to me yet.” She smiles shyly at you. She felt a bit alone only knowing Joel, Tommy and Maria, so you were a nice change of pace. You two continued to talk and get to know each other more. 

“So where are you from?” You asked, looking forward as you swung. 

“Hum… Boston actually…” She said quietly. You made a shocked face. “That's really far away from here. The journey must have been really hard.” You say to her in a bit of a worried tone.

“It was okay. Joel was with me the whole way. He’s Tommy’s older brother actually.” She said with a slight smirk. “He wasn't the greatest company through all of it but we got along eventually. He was coming here anyway to be with his brother and brought me along.” She said this with a slight nostalgic tone and a bit sadder at the end. She didn't want to tell you she was immune and that they were actually going to meet the Fireflies down in Colorado. 

She was very sad when she woke up in the car with Joel and he told her that they had other immune people, so they didn't actually need her. She thought that maybe she was special. That she was going to save the world, but it turned out to not be the case. She didn't know what Joel had actually done. Ellie had gotten bit when she was hanging out with her friend Riley one day. They both got infected and Riley turned quickly but Ellie didn't. She saw her first love, slowly turning into a monster, it never left her thoughts. Weeks went by and she never turned. The Fireflies found her and wanted to travel her across the country to the only surgeon they knew that could maybe be able to make a cure. Joel took her there, but after that, they came to live here. She had just gotten here a few days ago.

“Really? Tommy’s brother? Didn't know he had one. But I'm glad he does and that he brought you here too.” You smile warmly at her.

She felt a bit of joy after hearing your words. Her only friend was dead and she was somewhere she didn't know but at least it seemed like you were actually being nice to her. She had gone through a lot. They took almost a year to get here. She was happy to be somewhere where people were actually nice for once.

After that day you never went another without seeing each other. You enjoyed being in each other's presence and became best friends very quickly. You had a lot in common. You both liked drawing, you liked singing while she was learning how to play guitar, You both loved comics, and as much as she was obsessed with dinosaurs and space, you were with music and books. Your bond only grew bigger every time you were together. Ellie finally felt like she wasn't alone.

You walked to school everyday together, you did your homework together, played together, felt like you could actually be kids together. It was a cruel and scary world, but now you had each other.

You got to know each other better and she told you she didn't have parents. Her mother had died giving birth to her and her father never really was in the picture so she grew up in the Boston Q.Z. as an orphan, until she came here with Joel. They started to form a father-daughter relationship and she was happy to finally have a family, even if it was a small one. Before the outbreak, Joel used to have a daughter named Sarah, but she had died and he didn't like to talk about her. He taught her how to shoot a gun, how to hunt and how to protect herself from threats.

You spent that Christmas together and Ellie loved to finally have a real Christmas with people she cared about and that loved her. You gave her an old dino plushie you had and she almost cried, no one really ever gave her a present. The only thing she had from her real family was her mother's switchblade, she went nowhere without it. She had never been so happy. Your mother didn't like Ellie very much though. She thought she was a bad influence on you but you didn't care. You hung out with her anyway. You finally had a real friend, and no one would take her away from you.

Tommy and Maria were the unofficial leaders of town, they were the ones who had founded it. It was a beautiful community where everyone contributed in some way. You were able to have electricity by using the dam in the river nearby. You considered yourself really lucky for where you lived. Older people were always telling stories about before the outbreak and right  after and how they lost so many people. How they had to survive, hide, use violence even, until they found Jackson. 

You were born here and this was normal to you, but some of the stories about before were actually cool. Like people had phones and could call eachother even across the country, shopping malls, supermarkets, museums, cars that actually worked. You had a dvd player and a cassette one too, you had found some old movies that you used to watch with your family on the weekends on an old gray TV. You liked when the teacher talked about how the world worked before, you used to dream about it almost every night.

Ellie was still haunted by the idea that her immunity meant nothing. She used to have a lot of nightmares from all the stuff that she had gone through to get here. All the people that hurt her and that she had to hurt herself. She hated herself for killing people, but they were all in self defense. But still, those ghosts followed her everywhere she went. Except for when she was with you. You made everything better. She was able to be herself with you.

[that-one-random-writer]

Caution to the Wayward Son Chapter 5 *mature*

Rooster x f! Not pilot Reader- Enemies to lovers

Warnings: Cursing, Drinking, 18+ Words: 2,546 no use of Y/N

Summary: One bad first date. That's all it takes for an impression to be rotten. A reputation costs more than just the price of dinner. Six months deployed on an aircraft carrier across the hall from the date. That is priceless in the navy.

Chapter 1 My masterlist

Today was an off day you got dressed in your rec uniform. A black t-shirt with a pair of shorts.

You open your door as Bradley does. His black shirt was so basic, and yet each muscle seemed to pop against the color. "Ladies, first," He said.

"So you can stare at my ass?" You lifted a brow and crossed your arms, leaning on the door frame. You had irritation running off your words. You could hear him singing in the shower this morning. It was a rude awakening at five in the morning on your only off day so far.

Bradley smirked. "You did it yesterday."

You huffed and walked down the hallway. "Fuck you." You said loudly.

"You wish you could." He said calmly watching your body sway. Despite the annoyance you put him through he enjoyed the shorts.

"Not even a little bit, bradley" you called back.

He picked up his pace following close behind you. "Good, because I dont want to fuck you either. Im sure you're just as selfish in bed as you are on a regular basis."

You kept walking, not rushing to get too ahead of him. "I am not selfish. If we had sex you'd probably be drunk expecting me to be head over heels for that."

"You're still on that?" He groaned. "You were late." You both made it to the deck. A volleyball court was being prepared. Bradley joined the group, setting up the net. You went to the sidelines finding Em. You both weren't much into volleyball.

"Good morning." Em smiled brightly.

"Good morning, Em. I know you're happy to be outside. " You watched as the waves formed behind the boat, and the sunbeams trickled down to your skin.

"Being outside just feels so good. I hate being locked up in the ship." Em looked out to the water. I'm just enjoying the breeze.

It had been a while since you've seen the outside. It was so refreshing to have a breath of fresh air and the sea salt tickling your sense of smell.

The game started, and the players started trash-talking and placing bets. You could hear the groups banter back and forth. Em laughed poking fun at them. Then making bets herself.

"I bet the team with the two girls is going to win." She spoke confidently. "I bet it will be the team with the tallest guy." You both watched as they played, making sure to tell each other when your team scored a point.

You watched as Bradley's team scored a point. He was on Em's betted team.

Bradley smiled as Pheonix spiked the ball into the other side. She clapped her hand to his, and they laughed together.

A pang hit your heart. Heat flowed around your skin. It was so much better when this was the other way around. You tried to focus on the points, but watching their interactions had jarred your emotions.

"What's with you?" Em looked over at you. She could feel the anger radiating off you. The fun you were having suddenly halting. "I'm fine." She followed your gaze and saw Bradley.

"Isn't that your partner in class?" She squinted her eyes to see the man she had seen you quietly arguing with on occasions.

You rolled your eyes. "Yes. He is an asshole. He was the one I was talking about who got pissed when I tried to look ahead on the manual."

She looked over at the girl he was laughing with. "Who's the girl that's with him? She is pretty. I've seen her in class." Em smiled at back at you.

"She's alright." Is all you could say through gritted teeth.

"Girl... you're jealous." She giggled lightly at your jealousy. "So does that mean I can start flirting with Trix?"

"I'm not into either one of them." You glanced at Trix or 'cereal boy' as Bradley called him. Trix was playing basketball with some of his friends on the opposite side of the deck.

"I'm going to take that as a yes. You need to talk to your partner before that girl locks him down." She got up, leaving you to go flirt with Trix. You tried to take your eyes off Bradley but just couldn't seem to. You watched as he victory danced along with his friends. He seemed to be fun to be around. You wanted to know that side of him. The side that you were told about making you want to go out on a date in the first place. He caught your gaze. You shot your eyes anywhere else but his.

He looked for Johnson. He expected you to be with him. He saw Em standing particularly close to Johnson.

He looked back towards you after analyzing just how close Em was to cereal boy, but you were gone.

You walked to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

"So, your ten minutes are up with cereal boy, and he goes after the girl you sit with at lunch. Harsh, " Bradley spoke up behind you. He sat down at a table across from the fridge, resting from the volleyball game.

You stood back up from the fridge. "I gave her the go ahead, actually." You turned towards him. "You seemed to be close to the pretty girl you always sit with at lunch." You had noticed her before, but Bradley didn't seem particularly close to her until now.

Bradley laughed at the tone you took. It had been the first time he gave a genuine laugh to something you said. "Jealous?"

You rolled your eyes. "No, I'm not."

He pointed at you. "Yes, you are. I can see it on your face."

"Why would I be jealous?" You looked up at him. The look on your face truly did disagree with the words from your own lips.

He stood up and walked over to you. He grabbed the water bottle from your hand and brought it to his lips, taking a sip. He put it back in your hand. He squinted his eyes whispering. "You tell me."

"I have nothing to be jealous about." You narrowed your eyes at him.

He stepped closer to you, leaning his hand on the wall behind you. His lips had entered your space. He was just a few inches away from you. You looked down at his lips, then back to his eyes that were still directed at your lips. He lifted his gaze back to yours.

"Are you sure?" He smirked and picked up his hand off the wall, walking away from you and back outside.

You stood for a moment, almost catching your breath from what happened.

You walked back out to the deck and sat next to Em and Trix. You tried to keep your eyes away from the volleyball court. You made small talk with the pair and tried your best to keep your mind away from Bradley.

Bradley couldn't stop thinking about being that close to you. Those shorts had made him think too hard on one thing. The way your hips swayed when you walked. There was only one reason you could be jealous of Nat. He wanted to give you a taste of being close to him, he knew that's what you craved. He read it in your eyes.

The sun fell, and everyone packed up. They filed down the halls, stopping by to grab things before they settled in for the night.

You just headed straight for your room. Your mind swirled with him being so close to you. You got undressed and laid down. Your mind just kept running with all the teasing he's been doing. You couldn't help yourself as your hands slipped down the covers, meeting your warmth.

Bradley walked down the hall. He heard the sound of your moans slowly getting louder as he got closer to the door. He pulled out his phone and sent the friend request, then stepped into his room quietly.

He immediately got a notification that you had accepted. You continue moaning, and he could feel himself throbbing again.

He listened to you as his hands searched down his shorts. He flipped through your pictures, finding the ones that satisfied him the most. Bradley loved seeing your body.

The next morning class started again.

"Did you ever think of what you're jealous about?" Bradley asked writing notes down in his notebook.

"I already told you, I'm not jealous." You pulled out your highlighters. You started marking the page.

Bradley cringed at every squeak. There was one after another. "Will you stop with the damn squeaking?"

You continued marking the page. "Will you stop thinking I'm jealous?" He grabbed the highlighter from your hand and capped it, putting it in his pocket.

"The more I'm around you, the more I can't stand you." You pulled out a different color and continued.

"The more I'm around you, the more you get on my nerves." He said back, taking the defeat and pink highlighter with him.

"You are so fucking petty. Go touch some damn grass. I don't fucking like you. There is no jealousy. Im just trying to pass this class so I can get the hell away from you." You marked a few more words. Then sat the highlighter down.

"I wish you'd get the hell away from me now." Bradley spoke through his teeth.

"Trust me, I wish I could too." You scoffed.

You were fuming for the rest of the day. He kept pressing the issue during class. You walked down the hallway to your room after being dismissed.

"You can just say it, you know." He walked behind you.

You looked back at him. "Say what?"

"You're upset that our date went so bad, and its all your fault being late."

You groaned. You opened your door and walked into the room slamming the door. You heard a knock.

"Fuck off, bradley." You called towards the door.

"Open your door." He leaned against the wall with his hand.

"No," You yelled through the walls.

"Please, just open the door." He spoke cautiously. He grabbed the highlighter from his pocket.

You opened your door. Just enough to see through. "Here." He held out the highlighter.

You opened the door a little more, reaching out. You grabbed it from his hand and stuck it in your pocket. You pushed the door back closed.

You felt it push back against you before it clicked shut. Bradley had pushed the door fully open. He stepped inside. "What is your problem? Why do you hate me so much?"

You stepped back, anger intensity pulling all around you.

"Because you're an unbearable asshole. You have to follow the rules." Bradley takes a step closer. "You can't just let me do something without saying something is wrong with how I do it, I'm walking too slow, I'm not supposed to read ahead, I can't breathe without you telling me it's irratating you." Your body tensed.

"So that's it, really? There's no other reasons" He stood in front of you.

Your voice grew louder. "I hate the way you sit in class and argue with me every day, then go out on the deck with a different woman and act all smiles and rainbows to her. I hate the way you think I'm an evil bitch." Each word getting higher into a scream.

"You are an Evil bitch." He threw his hands up. "You don't care about other people's time. You don't consider anyone else. Everything is about you. You are so selfish. You were late on the fucking date then just showed up with no texts or calls." He stepped closer to you.

You took a step towards him, pointing your finger on his chest. "I was late because my roommate lost her damn key. I'm not fucking selfish. I did text you, then when I showed up you were fucking trashed. I hate that you were trashed. I wanted that date to go well. It was the first one I'd been on in a year. I decided to try to give you a chance because you looked like a fun guy in your stupid fucking Hawaiian shirt. You didn't look like you took life too seriously. Then I got here and you were a complete dick, and had to follow by the book rules. But then..." you trailed hurt streaming from your face. "you go to the deck and you are like that with her? What the hell?" You're yelling as he closes the gap grabbing your hand. Your nose is just an inch apart from his.

"You were late and I never got a fucking text message. Work is serious. You aren't apart of my life outside of work." His voice softened. "I thought you stood me up. So, I did what any man would do. I drank because you were the only date I'd had in six months that said yes, then you didn't even show, just to show up an hour late." He said it again softer. "I never got a text." He turned opening the door, walking out.

You stood dumbfounded. You grabbed your phone and scrolled down the messages you hadn't pressed send. The message was still in the space for typing after all this time. Just a few words from being finished.

You heard the door open back up. You looked up as his lips forced their way to yours.

Shock clung to your nerves. His body fell against yours backing you into the wall. His hand grabbed yours pinning you to the wall. You threw your phone to the bed then wrapped your other arm around his neck deepening the kiss.

His other hand fell to your waist. His hand aggressively pulls you closer to him. You both explored each others lips and bodies. He trailed his hand down your leg, pulling it up. The rough fabrics of your uniforms merging together. His biceps strained against the sleeves.

His muscle teased your arm that was wrapped around him. Your fingertips traveled to his jawline. You traced the scars on his face. His lips finally slipped away from yours. His deep eyes meet yours. "I'm sorry." You pulled him back in, crashing your lips back to his.

"I'm sorry too." You mumbled against his lips. His hand released yours from the wall. He wrapped both hands around your legs, lifting you from the ground. His hips pressed against yours. You wrapped both arms over his shoulder. The kiss leaves tingles around your body.

You had realized that this was happening with no take backs, but you didn't care. As irritating as he was in class, you wanted desperately to be a part of his world. The world where he wasn't the serious man that you knew him as. You wanted to see the side that was wayward, where you never knew what was coming next.

He let you down, back to your feet. You both were wanting more, not tonight. It was an unwritten boundary between the both of you. You both would wait before traveling further into each other. "We're going to redo the date." He spoke against your lips. "Mmhmm," you agreed and kissed him again, not wanting to let go. "The next off day?" You grinned against his lips. "I'm yours."

Chapter 6

I do not give permission for my stories to be posted anywhere. Stealing stories makes you a c u next tuesday.

[cjariot]

i’m here for you!

warnings: angst to fluff😁😁

summary: in which reader is stressing over classes starting and riri reassures her (lowercase intended!!) reader is a smudge bit taller than riri:)) requested by: @aaliyg tags: @letitias-fav @nightlife-things @taiiunknown @verachii @garbagesleepschedule @saintwrld @shurislover

y/n’s pov:

riri and i had been dating for a little over 6 months, and school was starting back and it’s starting to stress me out a little bit. i didnt wanna worry riri with my stress because, well, I'm sure she’s stressing too with her classes starting also. i’d been distancing myself from my family, friends and even riri, and i think she's starting to notice. she had asked me to come meet her at the park nearby the campus, to talk. i obviously denied the meet up, because i didnt wanna burden her with my problems

riri’s pov: 

i look back at my phone getting a message from y/n

y/n🧎‍♀️😍‼️

sorry. i wont be able to make it.

something came up😪

maybe next time🫶🏾🫶🏾

riri

oh its ok baby

maybe we can meet up tomorrow?

read at 8:37 pm

she left me on read, she never does that. something’s up, i feel it. i’m back at my dorm, pacing, contemplating whether or not i should go check up on her or not. 

i came to a conclusion after 20 minutes of indecisiveness, deciding on going to her dorm.

i walk to y/n’s dorm, getting there in 5 minutes because her room isnt that far. I knock twice not getting an answer, ‘thats weird’ i thought. she couldnt be asleep, not now. i pull out my copy of her key to unlock her door until i see a dim light from under her door. so i knock again. no answer. “yo! y/n if you're in there open up, please!” i hear faint rustling as if shes trying to clean up really fast, then the door swings open startling me a little.

y/n’s pov:

“riri!! what are you doing here?” i ask as if nothing was wrong. her eyes softened with sadness, as if she already knew whats up. she glances behind me at the piles of paper and books open, then she looks at me and says “whats going on? you left me on read, you never do that. are you okay?” “no, no i’m fine, what are you talking about?” i responded with faux reassurance, i’m sure she noticed “no. you're lying, talk to me.. please” she says, eyes pleading.

i walked up to riri and hugged her as tight as i could and silently sobbed. she hugged back immediately, “oh, baby.. whats wrong?” “i-i dont wanna.. i dont wanna talk about it right… now.” i whisper out into her shoulder, and she just nods, understanding.

time skip

riri’s pov:

“d'you wanna talk about it now?” i murmured into y/n’s hair. she’s sitting on my lap, cradling me. “yeah..” she whispered under me, “i was, um.. feeling a little overwhelmed with, you know, school starting back. i fell back. just a tiny bit though!” she quickly shouts before i could even say anything, she knew i was gonna say something. “hey, why didnt you say anything? you know i have no problem with helping you, baby.” “i just didnt wanna burden you—” “burden?! me!? oh come on now, you’d never burden me mamas. trust, i would never see you as a burden, baby.” “i’m sorr-” “oh no, don’t apologize, youre fine. just promise me if you ever ever need help again, you’ll come talk to me?” “yeah, yeah i’ll come talk you. thank you, i love you.” ‘she said she loves me’ i thought. “you love me?” “yes..? oh! im sorry if i made you uncomfortable, i’ll just leave!!” i quickly grabbed her waist and sat her right back down. “dont leave youre perfect here. i love you too.” i had thee biggest smile on my face. i leant down to kiss her, and she smiled into it. i pull away, “i love you so so so much baby! dont ever believe i dont okay?” “i love you more! i wont even think about it, youre like my soulmate, riri. i’ll marry you one day, believe me.” “youre gonna be my little wifey? awh of course you are.” “little? bro i’m literally taller than you, what you mean little?” she says in a little english accent, “whyre you talking like that, you dumbass.. youre so cute”

[holly-fixation]

Three... Guards? Ch8

Summary: Tifa finds Cloud at the train station in Sector Seven. It’s the first time she’s seen him in seven years. But he’s not alone. Three silver haired boys protected him. Three silver haired boys that triggered memories of her hometown. Of steel through her chest. Of SOLDIER First Class. Of Him.

First they stared into the known abyss. Now the true abyss stares back.

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Inspired by the prompt by @im-totally-not-an-alien

Chapter 8: You Lose Some

Sector Seven was safe, but the news of that remnant’s capture and the Turks’ uncharacteristic escape made Strife’s stomach churn. Every member of the mission, and now Aerith, returned to Seventh Heaven and kept the singular television playing the Shinra News Network. Yes of course they needed to get Kadaj back, but why were the Turks allowed to fall back?

Strife’s memory could only guide them so far. This started with the flap of a butterfly’s wings, of the shifting winds when they first appeared in this time. There was no telling how it would end.

“We need to get Kadaj out of there,” Cloud demanded through the silence.

“I know,” The shadow of his future responded.

“That son of a bitch Hojo will rip him apart.”

“I know.”

“So we can’t just sit here watching the news. We need to get into Sector Zero and break into the building now!”

Aerith put a hand on Cloud’s shoulder. Strife looked away before she spoke softly, “Cloud, we’re not denying that. He’s trying to make a plan that won’t get us or Kadaj killed.”

Cloud shook her off, moving to the other side of the bar to pace in thought. “Shinra knows where and who we are. We can’t just sit here and wait for their move.”

“You’d be surprised,” came the lone wolf’s snide comment.

The younger blond held a hand to his head, a silent apology in the air for his outburst. He groaned in soft impatience. 

Tifa placed a glass of water in his gloved hand. “Here, drink something. And just breathe, okay?”

Barret glanced between the two blonds before settling on the one in all black. “He’s right, though. That boy won’t stand a chance in there. Probably getting himself all kinds of beatin’s with that loud mouth of his.”

“Then go. But I have to stay here.”

“What? Why?” Came the obvious, incredulous response.

Strife inhaled deeply. “I have no idea what Shinra’s next move is, but the Turks don’t just ‘retreat’. They stay until the job is done unless under direct order to escape. And if they were told to escape, they have a plan. It may be worse than Sector Seven-”

“Oh? What’s this? A-Alright. Folks, we finally have some updates on the terrorist attack at the Sector Seven pillar. Shinra’s Head of Security, Director Heidegger, is about to give his speech to fill us in on the missing pieces of this thankfully averted tragedy.”

All eyes snapped to the screen. The director stood at a podium donned with the sharp red logo they all came to recognize, and the man in the green suit stroked his beard before finally speaking. 

“Good evening, citizens of Midgar. As I’m sure you’re all aware, the attack on our pillar this evening was caused by none other than the known terrorist group: AVALANCHE. We’ve also received reports of Wutaian rebels working together with AVALANCHE to destroy this fine city and all that we stand for. They want revenge for losing the war and no matter what we give them in compensation, they will never be satisfied. Thus, we are sending one squad to each and every pillar in Midgar to ensure this attack will never even be attempted again. And Gods help them if they try. There will be hell to pay no matter their outcome. Our goal here in the Security Department is to ensure a safe city and lifestyle for all. We will not rest until AVALANCHE is brought to justice.”

Strife’s eyes widened. The others turned to him in surprise. “They can’t be…” He stood up, his mind racing and his eyes flicking with every new thought. The middle brother came to the same conclusion as they locked gazes.

“What is it?” Aerith asked carefully, prodding lightly and kindly.

“...They’re going to drop another plate.”

“And we have no idea which one…” Yazoo added. “We’re not strong enough to defend every pillar…” He glanced around the room, counting each member before him: himself, Loz, Cloud, Strife, Aerith, Tifa, Barret. “There aren’t enough of us… We won’t make it to all the pillars before Shinra arrives either…”

Silence claimed them for a moment.

“...Then Sector Zero is the safest place.” Cloud’s comment received daggers. “And if we’re already there-”

“We can save Brother!” Loz realized immediately.

“And take down Shinra from the inside before they give the order!” Barret chimed in too.

“There’s no chance we’ll be fast enough.” Strife held his head in his hand, trying to connect the dots. “We have to give them something they want. That’s the only way the plates keep standing.” 

When pink blur moved in his periphery, Strife’s heart sank like a rock to the bottom of a lake.

And the echoing droplet of his memory blinded him. 

“Aerith, no. Absolutely not-”

When she placed a hand to the red ribbon on his arm, he flinched, but he didn’t push her away. He didn’t know what she was doing as she brushed her hand along the red fabric.

“...You’re hurting,” She spoke the truth, the deep truth he refused to reveal in front of his enemies, in front of those nightmare inducing slit eyes, “even though you’ve already been forgiven by…”

“...don’t…” His voice came out weak, nearly broken as he brushed her arm down. “Just…” His gaze fell on her face, and his shaky inhale scared her. “It’s Sector Five.”

She was taken aback. Everyone else followed her example. 

“It has to be Sector Five. They know you’re not there. It’s free range. It leaves your mother vulnerable. It gives them the chance to find you at the edge of the rubble and take you back to the lab.”

Aerith gasped.

“Back to?” Barret didn’t miss a beat.

Strife shook his head. “Not my story to tell. You guys go to HQ and find Kadaj. Just take the stairs and no one should bother you. I’ll… come up with something when I get to Five’s pillar.”

“Let’s do it,” Cloud nodded.

Strife stared at the two boys for a moment before turning to the bartender. “Can I talk to you outside for a minute?”

“What does she need to know, Big Brother?” The older one asked with a tilt of his head, silver hair bobbing slightly from the motion.

“Trust me, she’s the only one that can do this. We can’t have anyone slipping up.”

None of them could argue with that, and the few that could just turned away in silence. After a small bit of extra planning, the rest of the crew went out into the sector to buy better weapons before the infiltration and communicate the plan with the rest of AVALANCHE. Tifa and Strife left in the opposite direction, heading towards Sector Five.

“I couldn’t tell you this in front of them, but you’re right, Tifa. Cloud’s memories are damaged and fragile right now.”

She looked down, crossing her arms softly as she mumbled, “Then how does he know about Nibelheim…?”

“Because I did go on that mission with Sephiroth. But I was never in SOLDIER. I was just one of the cadets, the one who watched you while Zack and Sephiroth went into the reactor.”

Her crimson eyes widened. She couldn’t remember a single word from that cadet. She was only left under his protection from the monsters of the mountain.

“Long story short, Zack and I were captured after taking down Sephiroth. Hojo conducted his… experiments on us until Zack broke us out. I could barely move from the mako poisoning, and the experiments fragmented my memory. My point is, yes, that’s not the Cloud you knew back in Nibelheim. And with his sudden attachment to the boys, I can’t trust him to take care of business.” ‘The boys’. None of them explained what the boys truly were. How could they?

“What do you mean?”

Strife exhaled. “I need you to stop the boys from reaching a specific monster. Do you think you can do that?

“W-What? A specific monster?”

Strife nodded. “There’s no telling what will happen if they get their hands on It.”

Tifa asked more questions. Strife explained what it looked like and what could potentially go wrong, but he had no details. He only said it would be the end of the world if they reached It. And the name carved upon its head plate. 

* * * 

With a thankfully uneventful train ride, the six arrived at Shinra HeadQuarters in record time. The dim, light polluted sky of the upper plates provided them with just the cover they needed to sneak into the building. The chopping of helicopter blades below assaulted their ears, Shinra’s defense battalion leaving home base to ‘protect’ the plates. But that was not their concern. They had to trust Strife’s judgment and continue with their plan. Their fairly large party of four grown adults and two children wasn’t exactly the stealthiest group, but they managed to enter the lobby without triggering any alarms.

They noticed the key card on the front desk, but the synthetic force field around it was too risky to break. While Tifa noticed the climbable decor, Loz launched Yazoo into the air immediately. Barret cursed at the sudden and ridiculously dangerous plan, but Yazoo landed unharmed within the very seat they needed. After retrieving the card and finally finding a way forward, they had a choice to make.

“Let’s take the elevator,” Barret suggested.

“We’re trying to keep a low profile. We should take the stairs.”

“But that’ll take too long,” Aerith countered with a small pout. “It’s really high up.”

“But  it’s also a good workout,” Tifa did not help her.

“Wanna race to the top?” Loz turned to Yazoo, and the normally level headed brother gained a small glint in his reptilian eyes.

“Challenge accepted…”

Their party did not have time to argue further as the two remaining brothers dashed up the fifty nine flights of stairs. Each adult, willingly or not, ran after them. Each flight felt longer than the last, especially as everyone began to slow from lack of efficient pacing. 

Staircase after staircase after staircase after staircase After Staircase AFTER STAIRCASE.

Tifa smacked Loz in the back of the head once they all made it to the top safely, though Barret could use a breathing tube after that incredible exertion. “Don’t do that again.”

He wasn’t hurt, but the disappointment in himself was undeniable by the grumpy pout on his face. Thankfully the group entered the next few floors without issue and began listening to any and all rumors around the recreational facility. The escalators from floor 63 reached well past the laboratory of Research and Development, but key cards were necessary for entry. 

Luckily, somehow, Cloud found a friend. The boy with poofy white hair and an electronic monocle stood at the side of the out of place Virtual Reality Training Room. Then again, knowing Shinra, it was probably there to promote the technology despite the lack of use it would receive so far from the SOLDIER floor. 

“Cloud. I’ve been waiting for you. You haven't forgotten me, have you? I'm an intern in the R&D Division here. I took the liberty of hacking into the executives' private network to monitor your progress through the building. I will support you in any way that I can.” 

Cloud stared in confusion at the teen. If he really found a way to hack into the system and see everything they had done, then he knew they were not here for the company’s best interest. They weren’t exactly traveling incognito either.

“I sense a surge in trust. We should keep this brief to avoid suspicion.” 

“You work in the science department?” The eldest brother asked immediately, stepping far too close to the boy.

“I intern. I receive no pay.”

“Have you seen any other ‘too young to be SOLDIER candidates’ in the building…?” Yazoo asked as Loz’s glare sharpened. 

Tifa almost pulled him back for his rudeness, but by the shift in Chadley’s expression, their deliberate wording may find the answers they all need.

“The experiments are progressing. Final results are currently unknown.” His eyes then met the girl in pink, the computation and analysis in his small eyeglass nearly audible. “Potential specimens can enter the lab.”

‘But leaving was another story’, they all finished silently. 

“I wish you good luck on your endeavors.”

* * * 

In the carefully lit chamber within the laboratory laid the party’s target. He coughed and wheezed as the latest injection scraped every bone and vein in his already weakened body. He couldn’t stop trembling despite his lack of movement. The substance actively clawed its way out of every opening it could find, deep violet ink oozing from the stitched wounds of his chest. The liquid soaked his bandages from the inside out, and the slow trickle from his mouth would ignite screams through his raw throat if he had any energy left. The constant hissing and yelps through clenched teeth did enough for now.

The ink that managed to weave its way out collected and condensed on the cold floor mere inches away, forming a perfect, round puddle in front of his face. He couldn’t move away from it. He couldn’t lift or move his body with the never ending tearing within him, the compound rejecting him completely and escaping anyway it could.

The only saving grace was the professor leaving after yelling with an assistant. He only hoped whatever business needed to be done kept the head of the department as far as possible.

This lab is hell. 

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Thanks for reading!

[woozi]

yza beloved 🥰🥰🤍

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HI HELLO!!! (@lizbii, @written-by-kafka) it's below the cut,, ofc /no pressure if you don't have the time or mental energy!! im open to all criticism if you have any but also if you just wanna rate it out of 5 that's chill too!! there might be typos and grammar errors but i'm gonna fix those later!!! also it's not formatted for tumblr.. sorry...

tw for a lot of self-hatred, parents not parenting well, and a lot of swearing!!! (+ ooc shinodad)

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A/N: btw when I wrote this, I thought it was canon that Shinodad divorced Ena’s mother then married Akito’s, who died when he was 4, then remarried Ena’s mother, who died a little later on. That is Not Canon. I don’t know why I thought that was canon. I don’t even know where I heard that. In canon, Shinomom is in the picture and really nice. Idk man, but there’s a few references to that in here, so let’s just say it’s an AU or something.

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He’d been putting it off for days. It was far too daunting to even try and start. 

He knew that made him a dissapointment. He couldn’t care. He’d just stay up all night the night before.

The morning of, the homework remained unfinished. He hadn’t slept, he’d wanted to do it, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know what it was, but it was paralysing. Laziness, he presumed.

Everyone else could do it. He guessed that made them stronger than him. He guessed that made him weak.

Not like he didn’t know that already.

He was tired. So fucking tired. Mentally, physically, he couldn’t tell. But he had to get up. He had to make it to school. Nene had wanted to tell him about that game she’d gotten. He couldn’t disappoint her. (Why she’d want to talk to him of all people about that, he didn’t know. Presumably as a substitute for Toya, as they were in different classes now.)

-----

He made it, presentable enough. His tie was on wrong, Nene pointed out, before launching into a brief lecture on the game. Slime Rancher? Who’d eat slime, let alone put ranch on it? He fixed his tie, watching his reflection in the window as he nodded along to Nene’s monologue. 

20 minutes later, there was a teacher standing in front of his desk, hand held out for missing homework.

“Shihonome.”

Akito didn’t look up.

“Again?”

Akito didn’t look up.

“Why not?”

“I didn’t see a reason too.” A blatant lie. But no-one needed to know that.

A sigh. “This is the fourth time this term.”

“I thought it was more.”

“I’m going to have to write you up.”

“I know.” He still didn’t look up.

Another sigh. The words were whispered this time, presumably intended to stay in the teacher’s head, but they would spin in Akito’s for a long time afterwards. “Useless kid.”

He stood up, picked up his bag, and left the room.

No-one said anything. No-one stopped him. No-one even asked why. Why would they? Not the first time that had happened.

-----

He shoved open the door. It was always stiff, but somehow he felt it was worse that day. He’d taken his keys with him, they were in him pocket, but he’d forgotten to lock it. Oh well. Ena was probably fine. He couldn’t bring himself to care in that moment. He’d regret that in a few hours.

He ran straight to his room, pushed past the door on his shoulder, dumped his bag by the foot of his bed, and fell directly onto his pillow face down. 

He immideatly got up and started pacing around his room. His thoughts were too much to stay still. 

Did you not hear the teacher? Useless kid.

I’m not useless, he wanted to shout. I can do things, I just don’t try.

You’re lying to yourself. You can’t get out of bed, can’t be motivated to do things, can’t understand them when you do try. Can’t do basic person things, like make yourself food or keep track of time. Can’t keep track of money. You wouldn’t survive without Ena, and you can’t even be grateful for it.

He didn’t have a response for that.

if you’re bad at being a person, you’re probably a bad person too.

Y’know, there’s proof for that.

What proof?, he wanted to scream. Please, tell me, what’s proving that I’m so bad at everything?

You have to force yourself to be kind. That’s not normal. And it doesn’t even work. You can’t tell what people are feeling, you don’t know how to comfort people - you’re a bad person, and a bad friend.

He didn’t have a response for that either.

He punched his bed instead. Twice. Three times. Didn’t Toya say there was a word for that in English? Shit, you can’t even remember what Toya told you. How bad of a friend are you?

No. Feeding into the voices was the wrong way to go about it.

Oh, but how he wanted to.

He was so tired. He couldn’t last forever, right?

So he gave in. (Pathetic) Set an alarm for 12:10, which would give him enough time to get to school for lunch, to meet Toya. (An would cover for him if he was late, even then, and wouldn’t tell him about his disappearance. Lucky that Toya wasn’t in his morning lessons. He’d never need to know. He’d be so disappointed.) Got changed. Took out his contacts - if he slept with them in again, he might just actually claw out his eyes.

It’s 9:30 am, for fuck’s sake. More proof you’re not normal. Good people are awake - AT SCHOOL - at this time. 

“Shut it,” he whispered through gritted teeth. The voices were so loud that there was no room for him, forcing his words into the real world.

You could at least get schoolwork done now. Or clean your room. You could go to the SEKAI. But no, you’re going to be selfish and sleep. You sleep a normal amount. You don’t need more. What’s the fucking point of skipping if you’re not even going to try to catch up on other things?

He was lying on his bed by that point, staring up at the ceiling. He knew he couldn’t do those things. Some kind of mental block.

What kind of weakling, wimp, blamed laziness on a mental block? You fucking waste of space. If Toya knew about this, he’d abandon you. They don’t need you, after all. Weakest link.

The tears weren’t gonna stop now. He wouldn’t admit that, even to himself, let alone to the voices. Who the hell cries over the truth? He remembered what his dad had told him, when he came out last year. A sentiment he’d carried with him ever since.

“You must learn to be strong. You can’t be weak anymore.”

No. He didn’t deserve to be weak. He couldn’t be weak. He had to be strong. (Something in him whispered that he had to be strong for Ena, Airi made him promise. But that string of thought got lost quickly in the ever-growing spider-web that formed his emotions.)

You can’t be unpopular and cry whenever you’re shouted at in the corridors. You can’t have an absent dad, two dead mothers, a questionable relationship with your sister, and not be able to rely on yourself. You can’t be trans and snap when it’s used against you. You can’t be the worst on your team and break under criticism. 

You can’t be weak. 

He couldn’t tell what were the voices and what he really believed. 

But with those endless thoughts swelling in his mind, he fell asleep.

-----

It felt sharp, and painful, as the alarm rang out. He sat up, but the heavy weight in his chest forced him down again.

No fucking way would he get to school, be able to talk to people, and deal with class.

If you weren’t so weak, that wouldn’t be a problem. Disgrace.

So the voices were still there. Great.

He pictured Toya, waiting for him at lunch. An would cover, right?

He wouldn’t be too sad, right?

He couldn’t think about it for too long. 

Don’t mope. Set an alarm and be done with it.

For once, he agreed with the voices. 5:10. Enough time to get dressed and make it to practice without hurting anyone more.

He rolled over and tried not to cry as he imagined what Toya would say.

-----

It sounded out again. 

The weight had moved from his chest to his head. He could deal with that.

He got up, got dressed - normally he’d pick out clothes specifically for practice but today he just threw on whatever (grey cargo wide-leg jeans, an oversized graphic tee and a dark grey hoodie, with just one necklace, the one with a topaz (or was it citrine?) that mizuki gave him.) - didn’t even brush his hair, or put in his contacts, and no makeup. Too tired, despite sleeping all day.

At least you know how pathetic you sound now.

“Shut it.” he whispered, addressed to the air. 

He trudged downstairs, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket but leaving it. He wasn’t talking to anyone before downing either a shot or and energy drink.

Searching in the fridge, he decided on energy drink, grabbing at the neon green can and relishing the burn as the cool liquid fell down his throat. He gulped at it as if it was the first thing he’d drank all day - then he realised it was. He should probably eat something, now that he thought about it.

Whatever. Who cared.

“Akito?”

He jumped. “Shit, Ena, you scared me-“

“The fuck are you doing?” she glared at him. “Did you just get back from practice?”

Was it that late? He glanced at the clock on the wall - no, it was 5:20. He normally got back about 2am.

“If you just got back - shiiit, I’m late.” Worry began to seep into her voice.

“Yeah, you better get going.”

What a shitty “brother”. Just tell her she woke up early.

He watched as she ran around in a panic, shouting something or other. Maybe the brains-worms were right, sometimes-

“I’m kidding, Ena. You woke up early. I’m just heading out.”

She looked up. He expected her to be relieved, but fury filled her eyes. 

“You fucking- I’m GOING to kill you someday.” She rose, stepping towards him.

“Shi-it, didn’t realise it meant that much t’ya, gonna go now, bye!” He hopped over a coat lying by the door, pulled at the handle, and swore, remembering his keys were still upstairs, in his school blazer pocket. “Correction: gonna grab my keys then go.”

She slapped him across the face as he walked past. “Bastard.”

“Love you too, Ena.”

“Suck a dick.”

He practically sprinted out the door, only getting a glance of his reflection as he passed a car - it was already beginning to bruise.

Are you going to reply to those notifications?

Fuck.

VBS!! 

--5:12 pm --

cunt: practice on today? vivid street?

sunflower: Yep! Can’t wait! 💕💕

sappy bitch: I can be there in 10.

cunt: wait until akito responds.

Cunt: @/bastard

-- 5:16 pm --

cunt: @/bastard

-- 5:23 pm --

cunt: @/bastard

you: great name for me you have saved

Cunt: and yours for me is?

You: accurate. (Its cunt)

(Cunt reacted: angry face)

Cunt: are you coming or not

You: I’ll be there.

an

-- 5:23 pm --

cunt: are you sure youre alright to come

You: yeah y

Cunt: given you disappeared what 10 min into school

Cunt: normally you’re back by lunch

You: I fell asleep

Cunt: thank fuck you need to sleep more

You: I’m fine

Cunt: try telling toya that after you didn’t even greet him when you came in

-- 5:24 pm --

Cunt: don’t fucking storm off we’re just worried bout you

-- 5:25 pm --

Cunt: akito seriously

Cunt: what the fuck dude

-- 5:28 pm --

You: did you lock the fucking door

Cunt: what

You: im here 

Cunt: one sec

He heard An almost topple down the stairs to grab the door. He heard Ken yell, “Who is it?” and An’s reply of “Akito!” before the clicking of the lock and An’s startled expression.

“Whoa, dude.”

-----

He’d waited for An to get changed before they headed down to meet the others. Apparently, he looked more shit than he felt. She hadn’t said anything yet, but he could feel her eyeing up the bruise from his and Ena’s spat. She knew how bad it could get, and didn’t want to push him, he presumed.

Then she broke the silence. “Are you wearing glasses?”

“What?” He turned to face her, confused. “Yeah?”

“Oh, that’s so cute. Toya’s gonna-”

He snorted, cutting her off. “As if.”

“No, dude! He’ll short-circuit.” An kept moving, while he stopped in his tracks.

“Akito?”

“Did you just call me cute?”

“I-“ She froze.

He laughed, catching up to her. “I’ll kill you someday.”

Her face was redder than usual. He tried not to think too much of it. If he did, he’d be just as red as An.

They walked in silence until they reached Vivid Street.

Toya did not short-circuit. He started plotting a murder.

“Aoyagi! They’re here!” Kohane tugged at the tall boy’s sleeve, waving at An. “We can get started!”

“Calm, Azusawa. Hello, Shiriashi, Akito.”

They both saw the same thing at once.

“Shihonome, are you alright?” Kohane tilted her head. 

Toya was already worried. His partner hadn’t spoken to him once that day. He didn’t want to push, but this was the last straw.

“You and me need to talk.” He walked past Akito, grabbing onto the grey hood of his jumper as he walked past.

“What- holy shit, Toya.” Akito stumbled backwards, almost hopping. “Let go, damn.” Upon regaining his balance, he spun on his heel, following Toya behind a corner out of sight - but likely not earshot - of the other two.

“Toya, what-“

“Who did this?”

“What, this?” The ginger gestured vaguely at the bruise. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. If your father did something-“

“-he didn’t-”

”-alright, but you weren’t in school today. And look at you. You’re tired, injured, and avoiding the topic.” He squinted, looking closer at Akito’s face. “Have you been crying?”

“What?” He was on his heels, ready to step back. “No, Toya, why-“ he sighed. “Listen, I’m fine now, ok?”

“No, you’re not.” The taller boy put it simply. “Something’s going on. Please, talk to me, Akito.”

He knew he wasn’t getting out of this one. Toya wouldn’t keep pushing if he asked him not to, but something in him wanted to give in. His hard-built walls wouldn’t stand forever.

But he needed them to stay up, just for the rest of practice.

“Later, okay?”

Toya did not look happy about it, but he nodded.

They returned to the group. An quietly raised an eyebrow at Akito, who shrugged back at her.

“Shinonome, are you sure you’re up for practice?” Kohane looked up at him, her big brown eyes full of concern.

He looked down, surprised. “What? I’m fine, Kohane.”

“Stop fucking saying that, man!” An came up behind him, slinging an arm over his shoulder. “We all know it’s bullshit.”

He flinched away from An, avoiding her gaze. “I am fine, though.”

“No!” He was a little surprised by Kohane’s exclamation. “Your hair has grown out almost 3 centimetres, you normally re-dye it after about 2 and a half. You’re wearing glasses, which you never do unless you’re really tired, and even then, you always wear contacts at practice and shows. You normally use makeup to cover up the dark spots under your eyes, and I would guess marks like that bruise, but you didn’t! Your clothes always go together perfectly, and you always seem happier in your own clothes rather than school uniform, but you don’t seem happy today and you’re not wearing any bright colours at all. That all means you’re not okay!” The small girl took a breath, seemingly having exhausted her lungs. “You don’t seem like you,” she finished. 

Toya hummed in agreement, as the other two stared, dumbfounded. 

“I couldn’t have put it better myself.”, he decided.

An, however, was more confused. “How in the hell did you pick up on that much?”

Akito shook his head. “I didn’t pick up on that much.”

“HAH! So you admit, you’re not fine!” She was far more triumphant than she should’ve been.

“No, I’m- ugh. Let’s just start practice.”

The other three had some sort of silent discussion. 

“Fine.” An announced their verdict. “But we’re stopping early. I have chores anyway.”

Bullshit. Ken was doing them.

He didn’t say anything, though.

The music started, from Kohane’s phone. He couldn’t afford to disappoint them further - he couldn’t afford to be sloppy. He pushed through, fatigue hitting him with every step, but he grit his teeth and kept going. He had to sing now, didn’t he? What were the words? He forced his mouth open, hoping they would come, but his voice wouldn’t work. Black spots danced in his vision.

Shit.

And then the ground met his face.

-----

His vision was swimming in and out of focus.

“-elp for-“ An was sprinting away. Part of him wanted to reach out, yell ‘Don’t go!’, but that was selfish. His voice didn’t work anyway.

“-nome!“ Kohane was crouching next to him, a worried furrow in her brow, watching An go. She looked down.

“Akito?”

She used the first name. He must really look like shit.

“Are you awake?”

“Mmhm.” He couldn’t quite form words. He wanted to tell them to carry on with practice, not to bother with him, he could deal with himself, might as well leave him here. But he couldn’t. And they wouldn’t anyway. He didn’t know if he loved or hated them for that.

Love? God, you’re pathetic.

“Good. Do you think you could sit up?”

“Mmmmayybee.” He squinted, as Kohane started to merge with the sky again. It was dark and cloudy, almost as if a storm was brewing. Not helpful.

“Aoyagi? Could you..,” she gestured to the mess that was Akito. Toya nodded, and the two helped him sit up against the wall. Even that was enough to have him shiver against the effort.

Kohane stood up. “Okay, stay here. An-chan went to go tell Shirashi-san about this.” 

“Waaaait,” Akito grabbed at her sleeve and missed by almost 10 centimetres. “Why is An talking to herself? And couldn’t she do that here?” His head fell onto Toya’s shoulder.

“He’s delirious,” the taller boy informed Kohane. “I’ll take care of him.”

“Okay. I’m going to go update them, and then we’ll get you home, Shinonome!” She smiled and jogged off. The smile that could take on the world, at least Akito thought so

To the ginger, Toya explained: “Shirashi is talking to her father, Shirashi.”

“An is her own father?”

“No I-“

“Wouldn’t she be a mother?” He giggled. “Didn’t Kohane say we would make great dads one time?”

Toya sighed, cheeks slightly pink. “I suppose she did.”

“Where did Kohane go?”

“To update Shirashi and Shirashi.”

Akito’s head jumped upwards. “There’s two Ans?”

“No, Shirashi An and Shirashi Ken. Different people.” The frustration was creeping into Toya’s voice now. He took a deep breath, trying to remain level, but he was never good at giving instructions.

“Wait, THE Shirashi Ken? The music artist?” Akito looked genuinely excited. “Can we meet him?”

“Not right now, partner.” Toya glanced at the partner in question, regretting it immediately, as Akito’s deflated expression made him feel as though there was barbed wire cutting into his throat. “We’ll come back and see him later. He’s always here.”

“Oh. Alright, then.” Akito yawned, somewhat contented. He flopped his head back onto Toya’s shoulder. “I might just.. nap a little.”

He was out in 10 seconds flat.

Toya looked up at the graffitied wall, and wished that this moment would last forever. Just when Akito wasn’t refusing to talk to him about a clear problem. And maybe inside, though he didn’t want to be too demanding. 

-----

Akito fell asleep on Toya’s shoulder. He woke up in An’s arms.

Specifically, she was carrying him. Bridal style.

It took him almost a minute to figure out what was going on. And An was so strong? He almost wanted to just let her carry him. But he couldn’t. He’d already hurt her enough by messing up practice.

“An.”

She glanced down. “Hey.”

“Put me down.“

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you can walk?”

“Yes! Put me down right fucking now or I swear to Miku-“

“Fine, fine, if you’re gonna take her name in vain.” She considered dropping him, but she put him down normally. He wobbled, but he was fine after 2 or 3 steps.

“D’ya want me to walk back to your house with you?”

“No. It’s fine.” He glanced back at her. “By the way, I’m sorry I ruined practice. Don’t feel like you need to look after me or anything.”

An stared at him blankly. “Akito, we can practice another time. You come first. And we don’t mind taking care of you whatsoever-“

“Don’t lie to me. If I’m being a burden, tell me to fuck off. Don’t,” he gestured in the direction of Vivid Street, “enable me, or whatever you did back there.”

She stepped towards him, concern leaking through her face. “You’re not being a burden, you’re ill! There’s a fucking difference! We’re not gonna tell you to ‘fuck off’,” she put air quotes around the words, “for anything, let alone this! Akito-“

“I’m not ill.” he took a step back, hissing as An put a cold hand on his forehead. 

“You have a temperature. You fainted. You’re ill.”

“I didn’t faint, I-“ he shrugged, and turned to walk away.

“Akito, where’s this come from?”

“Huh?”

“Why do you think you need to be so independent?” She pressed. “You don’t. We’re here for you, you can rely on us-“

“Not the point. I’m going. Didn’t you say you had chores to do?”

An’s face lit up at the white lie. “Wait-“

“Don’t follow me. I’ll know.” He called out behind him.

He heard An sigh and turn around. After passing the corner, though, he spied for a few minutes to see if she came back. Could’ve been a few seconds, if he was being honest. He was impatient.

-----

He didn’t lock the door behind him when he left. It’s fine. Probably.

He checked his phone again, spotting an absurd number of notifications. 

-- 5:31 pm --

Dad: 6 missed calls.

Dad: call me back.

-- 5:46 pm --

sappy bitch: did you get home safe? Shirashi said you left her halfway.

Cunt: you home yet

Oh, you fucked up big time.

For once, he agreed with the voice. It had been almost 20 minutes - Dad would be simmering with rage about whatever he deemed worth calling his son about. It was never anything good.

The phone rang ominously as he paced the kitchen. He’d rather do this downstairs so he was less likely to wake up Ena.

“Shinonome Senshi speaking, I’m currently occupied. Leave a message.”

“He-ey Dad, it’s Akito. You wanted me to call you back about something? Uh, let me know when you’re free, I guess.”

He hit the hang up button.

The phone rang again less that 20 seconds later. 

“Ahem.”

“Dad, hey.”

“I received an email about you, from the school.”

Shit.

“Do you know what this is about?”

“Uh, not sure.”

“You have missed out on enough credits that you are no longer on course to graduate, if this keeps up.”

“Ah.”

“I’m spending a lot of money on your education, you know.”

“I’m sorry, Dad- I didn’t know it had got that bad-“

“It should not have gotten anywhere near this.”, he hissed through the phone, wrath filling every inch of a room he wasn’t even in. 

“Well, I’m fucking trying! I don’t know what more you want from me, I can’t just magic more intelligence.”

“Do not swear at me.”

“Right, sorry-“

“You’re going to end up nowhere at this rate.”

“I- “

“Don’t make excuses. Are you trying to destroy my reputation? Again? I don’t need two dau- uh, children who’ll end up nowhere!”

“How dare you talk about Ena like that-“

“Don’t refuse the truth. You’re both worthless. I’ll tell you the same thing I told her - either put in some fucking effort or find a plan b.”

“Well, I-“

“Don’t tell me, you think your stupid band is going to take off? That’s never going to happen. You’re talentless, just like your sister.”

“She is not talentless, she’s-“

“Even if you’re convinced on her, that leaves you. You’re nothing like her. You love trying to prove that to me, don’t you, Akito?”

He flinched at the detest leaking from his own name.

“Try harder.”

His dad hung up.

You know, everything he said was right.

“Akito?”

He jumped. “Ena-“

Guess she woke up anyway. More ways you’ve hurt her.

“I’m sorry about him.”

“Did you tell him about..”

“Your band? Yeah. I’m sorry - I thought he’d be proud for once.”

“Why?” He laughed dryly. “I’ll never earn his respect. He can’t handle the idea that I’m not a perfect copy of Mom.”

“Same here.”

They stood in silence for a few seconds. It was the first time either of them had mentioned their mothers in years. 

“He tried to email Shirashi Ken, he’s the guy who’s promoting you, right?” Ena sighed, staring at her hands. “Wanted to get him to drop you.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuckin- well, we already know he’s a bastard. Now that you mention it, Ken-san did mention someone trying to get him to.. oh. He wouldn’t tell me who.”

The tears were coming now, but he couldn’t cry in front of Ena. “I’m going to my room.”

“Oh. Okay.”

-----

He threw his phone across, the room, leaving a dent in the wall across from his door.

He shoved the door closed, leaning on it with his back and slowly sinking to the ground. The phone was blowing up now - messages from during the call were coming in. 

He sat for a minute, before fumbling for the glowing screen, swimming in his vision. 

-- 5:46 pm --

sappy bitch: did you get home safe? Shirashi said you left her halfway.

Cunt: you home yet

-- 5:51 pm --

Cunt: don’t fucking ignore me bitch not after today

-- 5:53 pm —

Cunt: reply to toya at least

Sappy bitch: are you ok?

Sunflower: akito-san, are you alright?

-- 5:56 pm --

Sappy bitch: akito, please tell me you’re safe.

Sappy bitch: you’re welcome to come to mine if you’re lonely. 

-- 5:57 pm --

Sappy bitch: is this because I made you promise to talk? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.

Cunt: youre making toya upset dont give him the cold shoulder because youre too much of a coward to ask for help

Cunt: that was harsh sorry. (Toyas making me say this)

-- 5:58 pm --

Sunflower: we’re all very worried for you, we hope you’re ok.

-- 6:00 pm --

Sappy bitch: I’m sorry, akito. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, but I’m here if you do. Please, just tell us that you’re ok.

-- 6:01 pm —

Cunt: if youre dead im not going to you funeral because of this.

It was 6:07 pm. Shit.

Look at you. All you do is hurt others - it’s expected with Dad, but Ena and those you supposedly hold most dear? That’s pathetic. They *worry* about you. How sweet.

You don’t need concern. That makes you weak. You can’t be weak.

Well, he was sure as hell weak now. And no amount of thoughts would change that.

He had to fix the damage best he could, though.

VBS!!

You: I’ll be there

-- 6:07 pm —

You: guys my phone just died on the way back I’m fine lmao

Sunflower: that’s a relief!! Glad you’re safe!!

(Cunt reacted: finger pointing up)

Sappy bitch: did you see my other messages?

You: yeah I’ll reply in one sec

toya

-- 5:46 pm --

sappy bitch: did you get home safe? Shirashi said you left her halfway.

-- 5:53 pm —

Sappy bitch: are you ok?

-- 5:56 pm --

Sappy bitch: akito, please tell me you’re safe.

Sappy bitch: you’re welcome to come to mine if you’re lonely. 

-- 5:57 pm --

Sappy bitch: is this because I made you promise to talk? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.

-- 6:00 pm --

Sappy bitch: I’m sorry, akito. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, but I’m here if you do. Please, just tell us that you’re ok.

--6:07 pm --

You: im heading over now

He typed it without thinking. But he knew he wanted too.

Is it really ok? You know about Toya’s parents. They’ll kill him. Do you really want to put him in that situation? That’s so fucking selfish. You should die. Kill yourself.

Great. His brain-worms were resorting to COD lobby insults.

“C’mon, think of something better.” He murmured, picking himself up off the ground, stomping down the stairs.

“ENA! HEADING OUT!” He yelled behind him, ignoring how Ena’s reply of “OK” sounded suspiciously like she had been crying.

--6:08 pm --

Sappy bitch: ok. You know which one’s my window, right?

(you reacted: thumbs up)

Sappy bitch: see you soon.

The window. Of fucking course. He really was an idiot, huh?

-----

He tapped on the glass. The deep purple curtain was shut, and the crisp cold was biting at his neck - a wind had picked up, funnelling fast through the street behind the Aoyagi house.

The curtain was pulled back by what at first appeared to be a disembodied hand, but was in fact Toya, who opened the sliding door from the inside.

“It was unlocked. I always leave it unlocked for you.”

“I forgot.” Akito mumbled, shuffling into the warmth. He met Toya’s eyes as the door fell shut behind him, and felt a stab through the heart as the concern practically melted off the taller boy. Tears sprung back into his vision as Toya embraced him, and the two sank into the mess of blankets and jumpers also known as Toya’s bed.

He didn’t care anymore. He was neck deep in a sea of dispair, clinging to the life raft that was his partner.

He won’t define it like you want to.

An was right - he was ill, for fuck’s sake, trapped in an endless cycle of heat and shivering, tired out of his mind, and trying not to cry knowing just how disappointed his father was in him. He was allowed to be needy.

But it felt so bad. So wrong. So selfish.

Toya stroked through Akito’s ginger hair as he sobbed into his own jumper, but adorned by the calmer of the two.

“Do you want to talk, or do you want me to just be here?”

And it all came spilling out, like a pot put to boil for far too long. Every thought, every event, every brain-worm - all meeting Toya’s ears. Even things he’d barely admitted to himself - how he thought of himself by his dead name; felt like a little girl playing dress-up in Airi’s clothes all over again whenever he stepped on stage; how he heard his dad hesitate before addressing him; how he felt like he couldn’t be two ‘bad’ things at once, like being the worst on the team and bringing in hate due to simply who he was; how he used to be numb to criticism but after a while pins and needles stop pricking at your skin and plunge into your heart; how he couldn’t smile on cue because he never had a chance to learn when he was younger; the whispered slurs and insults that reached his ear in the school corridors; how he’d learnt to rely on himself but when he couldn’t he didn’t know where to turn; how he felt helpless to stop Ena’s spiralling let alone his own. He even mentioned how he was scared that Toya didn’t even care of him at all, (let alone in the same way,) despite how irrational it was.

Toya listened, through all of it, until that last point.

“You think I don’t care?”

“I- I don’t know, man.” His voice broke, and he laughed dryly, though it may have been a sob. “I can’t tell what’s for show and what’s real. What’s you trying to use my connections and what’s.. y’know, us.”

“It was all real, Akito.”

“That’s not true.”

“I’m the guy who doesn’t understand sarcasm and went bright red when I tried to lie to you about spending lunch with Tsukasa for one day. I don’t fake things.”

Akito stared up at him. Yeah, there was no way this guy could possibly lie to him. Not like he could lie to Toya, either.

He wanted to stop lying to himself, too.

“Are we friends, Toya?”

“I- I would say so, yes.” “Do you want to be friends?”

“Of course.”

He sighed. “Let me rephrase. We’re singing partners, yeah?”

“Yes.” Toya looked sincerely confused by this point.

“Would you ever want to be partner in, y’know, a different way?”

He could see the gears turning in his head. Then a light lit up, and it was apparently neon red.

“Akito, I- uhm. I’m flattered, I-“

“Yes or no. Simple answer. No, things go back to how they were. Yes, we figure it out from there.”

“Yes.” It was quiet, but certain. A yes that would be repeated a thousand times in the future, at every do you love me? and can I come over? and do you actually want to be with me? A yes that meant yes, not a maybe or an I’ll think about it or an I’m not sure. It was a yes that had been on the tip of his tongue for weeks, if not months.

Akito would question that yes a million times more than he’d ever ask about it. He would fall asleep wondering if his boyfriend was only that because he felt he had to be. But in that moment, he knew exactly what he wanted, and what Toya wanted too.

He kissed him.

Plain and simple, you’d think.

It was like the fuse to a firecracker had been burning for so long, he’d forgotten about it, but now it’d exploded, filling him with something warm and fiery and fierce. Those embers flew between them in a way they’d only ever done as they sang, but so much more, filling the room with the heat of a thousand suns. Not great for his fever, but who gave a shit?

An’s going to kill you. You’ll be so distracted in practice and school. You’re not even out as gay. What about his parents? Don’t you ever think about anyone else? Are you really ok with doing this?

He’d just kissed Toya Aoyagi. He was far more than ok with that.

This was most certainly a reason to keep going. And that gave him hope. Hope that maybe, he had a future, even if it only extended into next week.

Delirious and about to pass out, one last thought crossed his mind. He supposed, in a metaphorical sense, that he’d always had seeds of hope. Enough for a garden, one he could grow all by himself. Over the years, those had slowly fallen out of the bag or died in the soil. He’d planted the last one with Toya. He’d been expecting a tree to launch out of the ground, faster than life, but nothing had happened. He’d hung onto this lost cause seed, watering it every day. It seemed that now, it had begun to sprout. Love and hope take time, he supposed. Relying on someone was even harder. But, maybe, he could still grow that garden. He needed to look for the seed labelled ‘Ena’. No, first properly plant the ones called ‘An’ and ‘Kohane’, rather than just throw them at the ground. Then maybe ’Nene’. Toya liked her, after all. He’d work his way up to the one sitting at the very bottom of the bag. The one called ‘Dad’. He smiled at the idea - unlikely, but possible. 

It was a long thought.

Then he passed out.

aaanyone wanna proofread my pjsk wip....

[pepprs]

why is everyone involved with this myself included being so fucking annoying. like PLEASE just give me a straightforward answer. also why are you fucking going on vacation right now when i need you lol but anyways

[yinses]

substitute

| you told yourself that you would do anything for satoru |

gojo satoru x reader

rating: 18+

a/n: i have an obsession i know. i’m working on it

it was to a soft tickling at the inside of your thighs that welcomed you into the next day. a soft sigh broke through your yawn as you shifted and twisted against the desires tugging at your veins. 

somewhere in your mind, you registered that it was much too early. 

but of course your body disagreed tenfold. 

“ngh…” an equally tired chuckle vibrates against you and you jumped at the touch of a thumb brushing against your outer lips. 

“the was a cute sound,” the voice purred. your hips lifted once more in reaction before they were assisted into submission by the firm weight of a forearm along your pelvis. 

the sounds of your slick sliding against his tongue were as equally loud as it was lewd. there was no art to the madness, just a series of flicks and heavy suction. 

your fingers clenched at the sheets, wrinkling the integrity as your chest heaved with every moan. in terms of wake up calls, the impending shrill of your alarm easily took last place. 

“you are always such a sight to wake up to. thought i’d return the favor.” 

and return it he did. 

the insertion of a finger freed up the opportunity for his voice to waft around the room again. the rhythm was as languid as his lazy drawl as he bent a joint and raked the nail against your inner walls. 

“i also might need a favor.”

the pinch of your brow came before the comprehension of his words. gojo was always a talker- a stronger contender as a firm charmer that managed to weave his way through society. as his position as ‘the chosen one’, his power spoke volumes. 

with you- he leaned on alternative methods. 

“fuck-toru… you bastard.”

you choked over the inclusion of a second finger, barely swallowing your words as you struggled to rock into them. 

“that’s not very nice of you. to think i woke up so early to treat you this morning.

your boyfriend took the opportunity to curl both fingers this time, smirking when you all but managed to successful buck him off as you keened under his ministrations. 

“it’s nothing big.” turquoise eyes, tinged with lust, met yours as he rose his head. the blanket fell off his shoulders, revealing more pale skin. “i just need a bit of a substitute today.” 

substitute? as in substitute teacher? he had to be joking. 

unlike gojo, after graduation you had more than willingly left behind the stuffy atmosphere of education. as a sorcerer, you never did stop learning. the always evolving curses not letting you hang too far off your game. 

but to return to the classroom to put those young students through everything you hated in your youth? 

no orgasm was worth that.

you disguised your grimace under the pretense of displeasure as he withdrew his hand all together. he tsked at your impatience, using the same hand as a crude form of lube as he fisted his growing cock. 

“it will be easy. these classes are even smaller than ours were.”

 it was difficult to voice a complaint when he was doing just the opposite and sliding into you. your back arched as he filled you to the hilt with little difficulty. 

he experimented with a shallow thrust, a grin pulling at his lips when you responded positively. the pace he set was slower than either of you were use to on a regular basis, but it fit the mood of morning sex. 

his forehead touched yours as he drew back for another long thrust. “shit-squeezing me so early. what a good girl.”

you whimpered when his hips met yours with more force than the last. “think of how excited they’ll be to have a new face. such a sexy one at that.” 

your body slid along the mattress each time he buried himself within you. you didn’t want to admit that he was getting to you. not even his all seeing gaze needed to retell the obvious. his plan was flawless and in short you were too much of a simp for the man.

so you just accepted the early morning distraction, taking direct pleasure in the way it unraveled the tangle of sleep.

you clenched your inner muscles helpfully and your boyfriend groaned in appreciation as he chased both of your releases with new vigor. the twitching and shakiness began with you as the pace picked up. your climax tumbled out of you with a sharp gasp as your boyfriend filled the space with a grunt. 

the two of you took a minute to regain your before he eventually pulled out and you pointedly ignored the stickiness as you relaxed your legs to give him the room to pull away. he didnt stray too far, white locks tickling your nose as he leaned in close again.

“i have more in store for you tonight as a thank you.”

with a huff, you pressed your palm against his cheek before his lips could chase yours. 

“fine, fine. i’ll babysit your class. you better be on some super important mission.”

gojo made a pleased sound, somewhere stuck between a hum and a warm rumble as he nuzzled the side of your neck and pressed his lips there instead. 

“super important. thanks babe.”

                                          you don’t know why you agreed to this. 

leaning back against the desk, you returned the silent gesture as the three first-years scrutinized your presence. aside from megumi, the other two were new faces for you. but your boyfriend’s knack for storytelling painted the picture in the absence of words. 

nobara was obvious. the sole girl of the unit. 

poor girl. 

she seemed to share your sentiment of wanting to be anywhere else but here. 

“so you’re dating sensei?”

you brought your arms closer to your chest as your shoulders rose with the action. 

was that … judgement?

“i’m so sorry.”

it was the sincerity that scared you the most. 

“oh wow, wow, wow. sensei’s really got it all. “

sukuna’s vessel was impossible to miss as any seasoned sorcerer. despite the boy’s positive demeanor, he reeked of the malevolent residue. yet in a way he made it work, there was nothing really about him that didn’t come off as approachable. 

he had something to gain gojo’s infatuation. there was no doubt in your mind that he would use this boy to help him dismantle the systematic hierarchy of the sitting elders. 

you just had to wonder. 

was the kid his main tool or the curse?

“i can’t believe you actually agreed to this.”

ah, megumi. 

the boy liked to express his love for distance, but the years swallowed up so much of it as you watched him grow. your boyfriend was a lot of things but you couldn’t deny the influence he had on the young sorcerer. 

the boy who seemed to disdain the attention knew it too. 

now that everyone had their turn to speak, you supposed it was your turn. 

“he was very convincing,” you offered lowly before picking up the volume. “let’s not pretend you’re actually going to learn anything from me. im just a sit in until satoru gets back from his mission.”

megumi’s scoff shouldn’t have come as a surprise. gojo’s name was rarely spoken without it’s accompaniment. 

“what makes you think he’s not off sightseeing?”

because killing gojo was impossible but you would happily tire yourself exploring your options. 

your smile was tight as you gestured to the door,” lets kick the morning off with some practice matches. the second years are always eager.”

settled comfortably against the bleachers observing as your temporary students got their asses handed to them, you came to the conclusion that being a teacher couldn’t be too bad. perhaps in the future you might be more willing to offer your services with out your boyfriend’s extra persuasion.

speaking of gojo, you wondered how his mission was going. you never actually questioned his agenda. 

you didn’t expect to wait long as the dial tone started up. outside of battle and life or death situations, gojo rarely ignored your calls. he knew in the thick of it you could protect yourself, but he preferred to keep himself available to your needs. 

the sounds of mixed commotion greeted you before his voice did. 

“toru … it sounds busy. where are you?”

gojo’s answering laugh should have been the first warning. to some it may have come off as eased but you could hear the way he forced it in to deflect. 

“sweetheart, how are classes going? i hope they’re not giving you too much trouble.”

trouble seemed to be the opposite of what he was dealing with. there were a lot of people holding their own conversations in the background, all of them too casual to be in danger. in fact, there were too many in general to place him on a battlefield. 

what exactly were you substituting for?

“order #217 for… gogo-san?”

the loud cluck of your tongue against the roof of your mouth was suddenly powerful enough to drown out the clamor. 

gojo satoru prided himself on standing resilient to all threats. it was how he maintained his position as the strongest. he was sought out for his efficiency and ability to overcome all adversaries. 

even against the most fearsome.

“honey, do i ever have a treat for you! today was a single-day special at my favorite bakery. you should have seen the lines. it's a good thing i got here so early!”

there were a lot of things you would do for satoru gojo.

and even more that you would do to him when you got home.

[kerie-prince]

clumsy

Hermione Granger x fem Slytherin!reader (fluff)

requested: (@chokemepansy) im terrible at requesting because i blank on ideas BUT anything for hermione please <3 take your time ily 💓

warnings: a single curse word, but mainly just soft hours

summary: Hermione has her very first date with you at Hogsmeade (song inspo from Fergie's Clumsy) (pardon my lame ass summary)

a/n: ty for requesting, luv 🥺 hope you like it! i made the reader slytherin just bc of you <3 and yes, i put in an outfit inspo but it's not like the cringy ones from wattpad

(gif not mine, cred to owner)

You came to love the smell of parchment and books. The sound of pages being turned, the feeling of a new book in your hands. You loved them because it made you think of Hermione.

Merlin, you were infatuated with everything about her. The excitement in her voice when she talked about her favorite books, the small paper cuts on her fingers from turning the pages – she didn't mind them as it was normal for her – and the look on her face when she received praise from professors.

She was all you thought about and you wanted to go to the top of the Astronomy Tower and yell out "I LOVE HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER" for the whole school to hear. And you were positive she felt the same. Hermione would refuse to let go of your hands when you walked together from class and on some occasions, you'd catch her staring at you during study sessions. Just like she was doing now.

"Miss Granger, for the last time, I am asking you what are the contents of polyjuice potion?" Snape was hovered over her desk. Hermione jumped in her seat and turned to face the brooding professor. Your Slytherin housemates who sat at the back of class laughed at her startled state as she named the contents. You looked back and glared at them all. When Snape left your table and continued his lecture, you leaned closer to Hermione and whispered as low as you could, “Are you okay? You seem kind of distracted,” you noticed.

“Y-yes, I'm fine,” Hermione stuttered. Snape excused the class and Hermione waited for you to be done packing your things just so she could hold your hand to the Great Hall. “Are we still going to Hogsmeade on Saturday?” you asked.

“Harry’s got detention with McGonagall for ‘ accidentally’ turning Crabbe into a water goblet in class,” Hermione used her free hand to make air quotations, “and Ron’s busy with Lavender that day.” She had a sad look on her face, thinking that they wouldn't be able to go to Hogsmeade after all. You picked up on it and had an idea. “So, just the two of us then?”

Hermione’s chest became warm, “Okay. It's a date.” Your eyes slightly bulged out and to Hermione, you had an indistinguishable smile, “I mean, not like a date date, but a girls date.” You weren't sure if she meant it like that, but you laughed at her stumbling her words. The always composed girl becoming a cute, blubbering mess for you. Not that you knew for sure it was because for you but you’d given it a lot of thought.

She never held Harry’s hand like she did yours unless he was upset about something and she was comforting him. And she certainly never held Ron’s hand. Nor does she ever hug him knowing Lavender would go ballistic. Not that she’d ever want to. He was her best friend, yeah but she had never gotten used to it. They both had an unspoken thing to not hug.

“Sounds fun,” you chirped, “can’t wait for it.” You gave her a lingering hug before going to your table. You sat in between your best friends Pansy and Daphne. Pansy had a smirk on her lips once you were in her line of sight, “Did you finally tell Granger?” You knew what she was talking about and nudged her arm with your elbow, “Shut it.” The two girls chuckled and gave each other knowing looks. “I might tell her on Saturday,” you disclosed.

They had matching shocked faces; for nearly a year, they’ve watched you pace around their shared dorm debate with yourself whether or not to tell her about how you feel. You’d have a sparkle in your eyes every time you talked about her and nearly spent every day with her. They weren't upset about it. In fact, they couldn't wait to see you two together. But you were unexpectedly insecure by thinking of the worst case scenario in which she’d reject you.

“That’s great, Y/N/N. I’m so happy for you. I know everything will turn out well,” Daphne supported. Pansy nodded and pointed to Daphne as to say ‘Me too’. You grabbed the hands of both girls and held them tightly, “Thanks, girls. I love you guys.” You wrapped an arm around both of them and brought them in for a hug. Daphne returned it while Pansy made a fake coughing sound. “I can’t b-breathe,” she exaggerates. You held on for a couple seconds more before letting go and started eating. “Okay, so how is this happening?” Pansy asked.

“We’re going to Hogsmeade together on Saturday,” you inquired. “So the whole lot is going as well?” Pansy was talking about Harry and Ron of course.

“No, just the two of us alone,” you replied, taking a bite of the chicken on your plate.

“You mean, this is a date?” Daphne exclaimed. “We’re going to help pick an outfit, no questions asked.” She had a stern look that dared you to talk back. As sweet as Daphne is, once her mind is set to something, she doesn't budge. You accepted it and was met with her usual warm smile. Inside, you were ecstatic and couldn't wait for Saturday. Your crush has gone on for too long, and you were tired of waiting.

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

Your dorm mates got you up at the crack of dawn. And by crack of dawn, it was actually 10 am at most. They made you change into every outfit they picked out which totaled in 8. You appreciated everything they were doing, but some of the outfits were too much for a day in Hogsmeade. Daphne picked out tennis skirts with cropped argyle sweaters. Pansy picked short dresses that stopped at your mid-thigh and black wool turtlenecks to go over them. They had completely different aesthetics which is what probably made them perfect friends.

You settled on something casual; a thick striped long sleeve polo with light blue jeans and white trainers. It was going to be a nice spring day and you didn't want to wear something that would be too short and you get cold later. Daphne did your hair in two French plaits and Pansy did your makeup modestly. Once you were done, it was noon and you rushed to meet Hermione for your ‘girl date’.

She took the air straight from your lungs. She looked more breathtaking than the night of the Yule Ball. You distinctly remember being incredibly jealous of Viktor Krum and beat yourself up for not asking her before he did. But now, if he was here, you were sure that the famous Quidditch athlete would be jealous of you.

Hermione’s usually wild hair was tamed into smooth wavy curls that framed her delicate face. She wore a floral print button up that was definitely new as you’ve never seen it before. Or did she save it just for you? Her navy jeans hugged her ankles and she donned light pink flats. And probably for the first time since the Yule Ball, she had mascara and lipgloss on. Casual, but perfect.

Your face was flushed, and you weren't sure if she was also blushing or if maybe she was just wearing blush. “Shall we?” You reached out to grab her hands – her soft hands – and waited for her response. She didn't say anything when she laced her fingers with yours and started walking on the path to Hogsmeade. Hermione was about to say that you looked pretty when she tripped over a small rock on the pathway. “Are you okay?” you expressed concern. She was still holding onto your hand as she steadied herself up, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

You snorted and had to hold the butterbeer in your mouth, “Ron did what?” Hermione laughed as she told you how Lavender exploded on Ron for forgetting their anniversary and when he tried to make it up by giving her chocolates that he got from his older brothers, Lavender instantly grew a huge chin that drooped over her neck. Ron had gotten so mad at them and in unison, they told him ‘Why’d you think we’d ever give you real ones?’

“So that’s why no one has seen her for a couple days!” you noted. She was nodding as she laughed. You could only imagine what it was like to see it in person. Poor Lav. You went back and forth talking about whatever went on since the last time you were together.

Hermione went on talking about a new book she read about over the winter holiday. The way she expressed her emotions and passion for it made you fall for the Gryffindor girl more. When you hadn't said anything, she stopped and lowered her head, “I’m boring you, aren't I?”

You sat straight in your chair and fumbled your words before reaching out to grab her hand from across the table, “No, no, no, of course not. I could never be bored of you, I love you.” Your eyes widened. You didn't exactly expect to let it slip out like that, but you studied her reaction to see if you could leave it at that or otherwise. She sat still with a poker face. “Y-you’re my best friend, Mione–”

“I love you, too,” she confessed. “Huh?” Please, please, please tell me I heard her right. You didn't get to fully process what she said because after a few seconds, she gathered all her courage and reached over the table to give you a quick peck on your lips. It would've been a sweet moment hadn't she accidentally knocked her glass over in the process. Everyone in the Three Broomsticks had their eyes on you, Hermione’s face beet red and lowered out of embarrassment. You tried cleaning the mess and out of nowhere, Hermione ran out. Fuck this you thought as you ran after her.

“Mione, wait!” She hadn't gone far and luckily for you, she listened. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes averted from yours. “Where are you going? Aren’t we on a date?” Confidence had finally kicked in when you asked her. Hermione’s breath hitched. She couldn't see anything in your face that showed you were joking. Because you weren't. “Yes,” she grabbed your hands and started walking towards the other shops in the small village. Until once again, she nearly fell back when she nearly slipped over another rock on the ground. You supported her back up and giggled, “You’re so clumsy.”

—

requests open!

[thelovelylolly]

Perfect

Summary : You were the perfect padawan and jedi knight. You had everything in line and under control, which may or may not have caused you to catch Obi-Wan Kenobi’s eye.

Warnings : None :) the only thing is the reader is depicted with having longer hair, or long enough hair to pull into a bun. (also not proofread bc im lazy)

Notes : instead of us simping, how about he simps for us? am i right guys? also the start isn’t my favorite and a lil weak. also pt 2, sorry i’ve been dead for over a month now, i havent had motivation to write that much and school is ending which meant testing :) hopefully ill get my motivation back so i can pump out more fics

Ever since you were a youngling and padawan, your master and other jedi praised you for being the perfect example of a new jedi. You got all the training forms down quickly, you were in control of your force abilities and you were always on time to everything.

It wasn’t even hard for you to do so, it was just natural for you. So that’s what stood out Obi-Wan Kenobi the most. You and him had classes together, bunked near each other and advanced around the same pace. You two were knighted around the same time as well.  

You even helped Obi-Wan out when his padawan, Anakin, caused him stress and trouble. Especially during the Clone Wars. You were a very put together general and your clone squadron was highly renowned, so you were ready to go help 501st and, if needed, the 212th. In Obi-Wan’s eyes, you were perfect 

Now, here you two were, working together again. You were on Obi-Wan’s star destroyer and the two of you, along with both of your clone squadrons, were tasked to go check in on a planet. The Republic had gotten reports of Separatist forces trying to turn the planet against the Republic. You and Obi-Wan were standing around a hologram of the planet with points highlighted where there were attacks.

“I saw we spread our forces out in order to reach all those areas quicker,” Obi-Wan commented, crossing his arms in front of his chest. 

You put your hands on your hips. “I agree with General Kenobi. Cody, go tell the men our plan. Once we get on planet, we’ll split into groups then and spread out,” you replied.

Cody saluted you and left, leaving you and Obi-Wan alone. Your gaze fell on Obi-Wan, who was avoiding it. “General Kenobi,” you said, breaking the silence.

His head flicked towards yours, a little bit of blush forming on his cheeks. “Yes General L/N?”

“I’ve been sensing your emotions shifting a lot lately, is everything alright?” You asked, your head titling to the side ever so slightly. Your question made Obi-Wan’s blush increase. 

“Uh,” he paused to clear his throat and think of a excuse, “it’s nothing, just some stress with Anakin is all.”

You hummed as a reply and nodded. “Well, we should go get to the transport ships.”

-----

The trip to planet was easy and so was splitting up. Your men, along with the 212th, were assigned a area of the planet to patrol. Once everything was evenly divided, there was still a little bit of land to cover. It was a flat plain of tall grass with a few tall mountain formations in it. You and Obi-Wan both volunteered to cover it with land speeders.

A transport ship dropped you and Obi-Wan off with two land speeders, once again leaving you two alone. You two prepped your bikes and small amount of supplies you had. The sun was close to setting on the planet and you two planned on only taking a few hours. You pulled your hair into a neat bun so it wouldn’t become a mess from riding your speeder. Obi-Wan watched you and how the late day sunlight made you look as if you were a golden goddess.

“Are you ready to go?” You asked, snapping him out of his thoughts as you mounted your speeder.

“Oh, yes,” he quickly replied, following your actions. The two of you set off towards the setting sun, scanners ready and eyes peeled for any separatist action.

A little while into your patrol, you were getting tired of being quiet. Twilight was setting in at that point. “Do you wanna talk about your stress with Anakin? I know you mentioned it earlier and it seems intense, at least from what I can sense,” you said louder than usual, since you were speeding through tall grass.

“Well, um,” Obi-Wan paused to think of a excuse again, “I think him and his padawan are pulling risky moves in their missions.”

“Don’t they complete their missions successfully?”

Obi-Wan mentally slapped himself. Anakin and Ahsoka were very successful their missions, of course you’ve heard about them. “Uh, yeah, well-”

“Bandits.”

“What?”

“Bandits, coming our way on speeders,” you said, switching the gears on your speeder so you could speed away. You turned right and Obi-Wan followed you. After a few moments, you two saw the bandits still on your tail. “We have to shake them!”

“Let’s split up! I see four, we can each take two,” Obi-Wan replied. You nodded and turned right again while Obi-Wan turned left.

You were doing fine until you looked behind you and saw one of the two bandits following had their blaster rifle out and aiming at your speeder. You gasped as they shot. You jumped right as your speeder exploded. Luckily there was tall grass beside you so you weren’t that hurt from the fall. You had to act dead though, you sensed the bandits coming to check that you were.

Obi-Wan heard an explosion behind him and looked, seeing your speeder blow up. His eyes widened as he thought he worse. He quickly made a sharp turn with his speeder and turned around, causing the two bandits following him to crash into each other in confusion. 

Obi-Wan sped over to where you were, seeing the two other bandits speeding over to him. He jumped off his speeder and grabbed his lightsaber, activating it. As the two speeders were barreling towards him, Obi-Wan simply inhaled and exhaled. Then raced towards them, slicing through both of them. The bandits jumped off their destroyed speeders and hopped onto Obi-Wan’s, stealing it and riding off. Obi-Wan stood their for a moment before deactivating his lightsaber and running to find you. 

You sat yourself up and rubbed your head. Obi-Wan quickly made his way over to you and crouched beside you. “Did they take your speeder?” You asked.

“Yes, come on. I think I see a cave not to far from here. We can stay there for the night and you can contact Cody. My comm link was on my speeder,” Obi-Wan answered, helping you up. Your hair was messy now from the fight and your clothes were dirty from falling on the ground.

“My comm link is a little bit busted, but I think the tracker still works on it. We can activate that once we’re safe,” you replied, following Obi-Wan as he lead you to the cave that he had seen.

--

Obi-Wan was able to make a fire while you tried to fix your comm link’s tracker. You two sat in silence, the fire crackling every once in a while. Obi-Wan watched as you worked, so focused on what you were doing. Some of your hair had fallen out of it’s bun, framing your face. Obi-Wan smiled to himself.

“There, I think I fixed it,” you said, breaking Obi-Wan out of his trance. You pressed a button and moved over to the opening of the cave. “It may take a while to reach the ship since the signal isn’t that strong. I think setting it over here will give it a better chance to reach.”

You sighed and leaned your head against the cave wall, a wave of tiredness washing over you. 

“If you want, you can get some rest. I’ll take first watch,” Obi-Wan said, moving over to where you were so he could see outside. You smiled as a thank you then closed your eyes. 

You were making it harder for Obi-Wan to ignore his feelings for you. Attachments were forbidden by the jedi. With you being the perfect jedi, he didn’t want to be the reason you messed up. No matter how much a struggle it was for him.

Only a little bit in his watch, he felt something heavy fall on his shoulder. He looked over and saw your head there as quiet snores escaped your mouth. Obi-Wan smiled then went back to watching outside. Though, it wouldn’t be long until he got tired and leaned his against yours as he fell asleep.

--

The morning light shined through the cave entrance and woke you and Obi-Wan up. Your fire had died out a while ago, only the ashes and burnt ground left behind. Your comm link was right where you left it. You got up tiredly and picked it up to check on it. 

Obi-Wan stretched a little while you looked around outside. Moments later, you went back into the cave. “There’s a transport ship landing right now,” you said, taking Obi-Wan’s hand and leading him out.

He felt his face heat up at your touch. You didn’t let go of his hand as you two watched the transport ship land in the field below. “Obi-Wan, one last thing,” you started to say.

“What is it?” Obi-Wan replied.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek before letting go of his hand and making your way down to the transport ship. Obi-Wan smiled and touched where you kissed on his cheek. He watched as you met up with Cody in the field and started to explain what happened on your patrol together. Obi-Wan sighed happily before making his way down to you. You were so perfect to him.

[quokkacore]

with great power I [lee jeno]

summary: there are two things jeno loves most about his life. one being spiderman, the other being you, his best friend. there’s just one issue: after your father’s death, you decide you hate both spiderman and yourself.

pairing: lee jeno x reader

genre: superhero au, high school au, coming of age, best friends to strangers(ish) to lovers, fluff, ANGST, minor crack

warnings (for this chapter): language, violence, gun violence, the mafia, parental death, police presence, sexual references, bullying (ily san im sorry), the dreamies being dicks to each other, police corruption, towards the end jeno experiences something similar to sensory overload, americanized names, pop culture references, VERY jeno centric

song rec: we go up - nct dream // any song - zico // 21 questions - waterparks // talk (remix feat. megan thee stallion & yo gotti) - khalid // sunrise - ateez // i really like you - carly rae jepsen // dare - gorillaz // stray kids - the tortoise and the hare

word count: 10.5k

a/n: this is so late...... i blame attack on titan. but hey!! better late than never :] a huge thanks to @doderyscoffee​ for beta reading <3

main masterlist // story masterlist

chapter one: jeno and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week

Jeno despised Tuesdays. He was pretty sure that Tuesdays despised Jeno as well because all of his worst days just so happen to be Tuesdays. He was 96% sure that, if there was a god, his day off was on Tuesdays, or that the planets aligned in such a manner on Tuesdays that it caused universal despair and misery. If he was to take Donghyuck's word for it, his chakra attracted negative energy the most on Tuesdays.

When Jeno was 5, his goldfish Pippin had died on a Tuesday. When he had his ass handed to him on the playground by San Choi in the third grade, it was a Tuesday. And in the seventh grade, he'd failed his Spanish test, missed his bus and walked home in the rain only to find out that his Aunt Sunny was at work, he'd left his keys in his locker and that had to wait an hour before she got home to unlock it for him, all on a Tuesday. 

And wouldn't you know it, here he was, late for the first day of senior year, which was, of all days, a godforsaken Tuesday.

In his eternal wisdom, he'd stayed up gaming with Renjun until two in the morning, and because of it, slept through his three alarms, one set at six-thirty, the other at 6:45, the last one at 7:00. 

He'd woken up at 7:17, to the sound of his elderly neighbor's pet chihuahua barking at a pigeon, checked the time, immediately panicked, sped into the shower, gotten dressed in a haste, grabbed a few granola bars from the pantry, and ran out the door while trying to jam his backpack closed, and managed to catch the train at 7:40, which took about twenty minutes to get to his stop, plus a ten-minute walk to school, and class started at 8:10. Not to mention he’d have to stop by the office and pick up his schedule. At best, he’d be five minutes late to his first class. But tardies were tardies, regardless, and the last thing he needed was to lose his perfect attendance streak. 

He fished out his phone while standing on the train, waiting for his stop, scrolling through Instagram, and liking random pictures. A ping! from his phone caught his attention, then two, then a third. He smiled softly when your name popped up on his screen.

[7:48 AM]

y/n: pssst

y/n: shithead

y/n: where r u ????

[7:49 AM] 

y/n: i can sEE u online on ig u know

jeno: …… i'm on the train

jeno: woke up late

y/n: YOURE GONNA BE LATR

y/n: LATE*

y/n: ON THE FIRST DAY OF SENIOR YEAR

[7:50]

jeno: probably, yeah

jeno: it's the school district's fault, why would they make the first day of school on a fkn TUESDAY 

y/n: ohhh yeahh its terrible tuesday

y/n: [sent an attachment!]

[7:51 AM]

jeno: SHUT UP

jeno: you're not funny >:(

jeno: how dare you laugh at my misfortune

y/n: au contraire im hilarious

jeno: meanie :(

jeno: im gonna be late i hate it here

jeno: it'll end up on my permanent record and i'm not gonna get into college and then i'm gonna die,,,

[7:52 AM] 

y/n: sometimes ur worse than hyuck i swear 

y/n: FIRST OF ALL permanent records dont even exist !!!!!! its propaganda duh

y/n: also ur literally never late 

y/n: im sure o n e tardy wont do anything chill

y/n: dont be stupid youll be fine

Don’t be stupid. Too little, too late, he thought, already having got off the train at a previous stop. Now, he was looking for an unoccupied street or alleyway, which, for once, was easy, taking a deep breath before he did the exact opposite of what you’d told him not to do. Don’t be stupid. 

The buildings are low, he thought to himself, it’ll be easier to see me. 

Don’t be stupid.

Too late!

Thwip!

Jeno didn’t hesitate to use the web fluid to pull himself up onto the wall, climbing in a haste, before running and jumping onto the next building. He quickly built up a quick pace, using the web fluid occasionally to swing onto a building slightly out of jumping range. 

Signs in English, Chinese, Korean, and Spanish flew past him as he seemingly flew over the Queens traffic, leaving Flushing behind and crossing quickly into College Point quicker than he would if he took the train. He glanced to his left and caught a view of the bay, and far across it, the LaGuardia airport watchtower.

Jeno had lived in New York City his entire life. He knew Queens like the back of his hand, knew every dingy alleyway, every sketchy street, which restaurants to avoid if you didn’t want to get food poisoning, which convenience store aunties were the nicest and didn’t pinch his cheeks too hard. It was his home, and most likely would be for the rest of his life. 

But seeing it like this, flying past him below as he glided with ease from building to building would never cease to be a sight to him. It was like watching from the perspective of an outsider, seeing people in their cars, walking along the street gave him a brand new perspective. A Jeno’s eye view, he called it, since he was pretty sure he was the only one in New York City.

Another noise from his phone brought him back to reality. He shook his head, stopping briefly to catch his breath and fish out his phone briefly. 

[7:57 AM] 

y/n: let me know when u get here !!!

No time to respond, he put away the phone and continued his trek to school. He had less than ten minutes to get there. But he knew he was already at least five minutes away, much quicker than he would be if he had decided to stick to the train. He smiled a bit to himself, feeling ever so slightly smug.

The hustle and bustle of the city definitely proved challenging to find a place to land without many eyes, but he figured it out eventually, landing behind a dumpster in an alleyway behind a restaurant that he knew was about three or four blocks from the school. He figured it would be a lot better to take it on foot from here. The notebooks he was carrying in his backpack bounced up and down with every step he took. 

After what seemed like forever, the gates to the school appeared in his view, and Jeno felt a joy in his heaving chest, something he would have never thought would happen upon seeing the absolute hellhole that was Samuel Morse High School. 

[8:06 AM]

jeno: just did >:D

Picking up his schedule was both quick and insanely long. He couldn’t stop himself from tapping his left foot while the secretary found his schedule and handed it to him. “Kibum, please hurry,” He muttered, and Kibum raised an eyebrow at him, but his gaze was teasing. “That’s Mr. Kim to you, in school at least.” 

He handed Jeno his schedule a few seconds later. “Tell your Aunt to come pick up her casserole dish, by the way. She left it at my house after my last viewing party.”

“The Bachelor?”

“Please. We’re too classy for that. Drag Race.”

“Ah. I see.”

“Jeno,” Kibum said, staring up at him from his desk, his gaze now much more serious, “Get to class. Happy first day of senior year.”

“Thanks, Mr. Kim.”

He managed to make it to chemistry class at 8:09 with seconds to spare. His eyes quickly scanned the room upon entering, hoping his friends were in the class with him. He caught a few familiar faces, most of which, like San Choi's, he wished to avoid. No one paid him any mind. Everyone was still speaking to the people next to them, no doubt exchanging stories of summer vacation. 

  A hand shot up towards the back, waving at him. A smile stretched across his face as he registered your face, feet not hesitating to carry him towards the empty seat next to you. His heart skipped a beat at seeing your smile, and he tried his best to ignore it.

“Hey,” You greeted, “That was fast. I thought you said you were gonna be late.”

Jeno shrugged, eyes landing on the dark shade of the lab table. “The train was a lot faster than I expected, apparently.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Why do you smell so bad?”

“I, uh… ran a little.” 

You grimaced, and Jeno tried to casually sniff at his slightly sweaty clothes. It’s not that bad. “I still don’t understand why you won’t let me drive you to school. You’re literally next door.”

“I don’t know,” He answered, rolling his eyes, “Maybe it’s because when it comes to that truck, you are absolutely insane. You won’t even let me drink water in that thing.”

The truck in question, a faded red 1998 Chevrolet S-10, had been your gift to yourself for your 17th birthday. You’d spent two summers saving up to buy yourself a truck, and that was what you were able to get for what you had. To say it was a huge piece of junk on wheels was an understatement. 

The thing smelled like mothballs no matter how many air fresheners you bought it, the engine sounded like an old man having a coughing fit, and there was a very suspicious stain in the backseat that wouldn’t go away no matter how many times you scrubbed it. But for some reason, you treated it like it was your own baby. The amount of times you’d yelled at Jaemin for trying to put his feet on the dashboard was too high to count.

You mirrored his movement, eyes rolling as you sighed. “At least let me drive you home after school today. Maybe you can stay and we can finally watch Blade Runner.”

You’d been trying to get him to watch the film for almost a month now, begging and pleading because you insisted that he’d love it. He offered an awkward stare, before opening his backpack and pulling out a notebook. “Can’t,” He mumbled, “I’m headed into Manhattan. I have my internship afterwards.”

“Oh, yeah,” You said nonchalantly, eyebrows shooting up as you remembered, “Park Industries.” 

He was about to reply when Mrs. Baker, the chemistry teacher, finally entered. She’d been working at SMHS for 30 years and had never, apparently, been nice, if his Aunt Sunny’s stories were anything to go by. However, she had apparently always spoken as if she smoked two packs a day. She was rambling about the importance of making the most of senior year academically, adult responsibilities, college, and whatnot. You and Jeno exchanged glances often throughout the monologue, hoping it would end soon. 

“Enough of that,” She said after what seemed like an eternity, “Everyone quiet down, I’m going to call roll.”

Names were quickly called, and Jeno was ready to pull out a pencil and start working with you until Mrs Baker demanded a switch in seats, beginning to call on random names in an effort to deter everyone from speaking. 

"Please not with Choi, please not with Choi," Jeno muttered under his breath, glancing warily at San, who was staring ahead, looking bored. 

San had had it out for Jeno ever since day one, in first grade. For some reason, everything Jeno did seemed to annoy the other boy. He wasn't funny enough, or too nerdy, or too quiet. Jeno was always too much or too little for him. 

You touched his forearm, and he looked towards you. 

“You’ll be fine,” You said softly, trying not to alert the teacher, “You’re not gonna get paired up with him, and you can take it to the office if you need to.” “Yeah, because I’m sure Coach Peralta would be thrilled if someone tried to get his precious midfielder in trouble.”

“Choi, San,” Mrs Baker’s voice rang throughout the room, and Jeno braced himself for the worst, eyebrows furrowing with worry. 

“You’ll be sitting with… L/N, Y/N.” 

Jeno’s shoulders slumped, but your face remained impassive. You picked up your stuff, and pouted silently at Jeno in apology, before making your way to the front. 

“Lee, Jeno,” Mrs Baker called a few minutes later, “You’ll be sitting with Jang, Yeeun.”

He breathed out a sigh of relief. Yeeun is nice, Jeno thought to himself, I could sit with Yeeun. She wasn’t part of his main friend group, but he had tutored her in math during sophomore year in exchange for her helping him with Spanish, and they’d been pretty friendly ever since. 

“Hey,” Yeeun greeted as Jeno sat down, and Jeno smiled at her. 

“Remember, these will be your assigned lab partners for the rest of the semester. No changes, no exceptions.” Mrs. Baker sat down at her desk, before beginning to talk about something Jeno didn’t really pay attention to.

You exchanged glances with Jeno, and he gave you a look of sympathy as you gestured at San with your eyes. San was talking to you about something—probably bragging about some soccer achievement—but you weren’t paying him much attention. Jeno swallowed something growing in his throat as he looked at how your hair looked today. 

It was nothing relatively new, the same hairstyle you used on most days. But still, there was a bit of a shine to it. He wondered vaguely if you had changed your shampoo, the other day you’d been complaining about how itchy your normal shampoo made your scalp—

“You still haven’t told her about how you feel?” Yeeun asked quietly, and Jeno’s head snapped back to look at her, eyes wide.

“W-what? Me. Like Y/N…” He laughed nervously, trying to keep his voice down. He scratched the back of his head, avoiding Yeeun’s accusatory stare. “You’re hilarious, Yeeun. Tell another one.”

Yeeun shook her head. “You’d better hurry before someone else snatches her up, Jen. She’s not gonna wait around for you forever.”

 “I don’t like her, Yeeun.” 

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“Hey! Jeno Lee!”

“Hey! Jaemin Na! What do you want!” Jeno answered as he sat down, mimicking Jaemin’s tone next to him.

“Well, for starters, a million dollars, and second, a date with Yiren Wang, but I doubt you can help me with either of those, so...”

Jeno glanced at the rest of the table. Along with Jaemin, Mark,  Renjun, Donghyuck, and you were watching the interaction between the pair. “Where are the munchkins?” Jeno asked, noticing Chenle and Jisung’s absence. No one could really call them munchkins anymore. That nickname dated back to middle school, before the two underclassmen had gone through growth spurts.

“Eh, they should be here soon,” Renjun said, chewing on a french fry, “How’s your day been?”

“Pretty good so far, I guess. I got AP Calc with Mr. Washington later, though. That man wants me dead.”

You rolled your eyes. “He doesn’t want you dead. I’m telling you, you and Hyuck have been spending way too much time together. You’re being more dramatic than usual and Hyuck’s being more… weird than usual.”

“And just what is so weird about being enthusiastic about senior year, Y/N?” Donghyuck asked, shaking his head, “It’s our last year in this hellhole, I’m excited that we’re finally getting out of here. And besides—”

“Please don’t bring up the fact that you’re abandoning us next year.” Chenle seemingly appeared out of nowhere, sitting next to Renjun, Jisung following quickly behind him.

“Hi, Sungie,” You said with a smile, and Jisung smiled back. “Hi, Y/N.”

“What were you saying, Hyuck?” Jaemin looked at Donghyuck, who had taken the quick interaction as an opportunity to take a bite of his sandwich. His wide eyes darted to the slim boy, cheeks stuffed with chicken. 

“Oh,” He replied after swallowing, “This is gonna be my year. I’m getting male lead for the winter musical and no one is gonna stop me.”

“Do you even know what musical you guys are doing yet?” Mark asked, “What if it’s like… Shrek?”

Jisung made a face. “There’s a Shrek musical?”

Mark nodded, and Renjun laughed.

“I don’t know about male lead, if it’s Shrek. You should try out for Donkey,” The Chinese boy joked, “With those front teeth, you’re a shoo-in.”

The entire table was silent for a moment, before snorts and chortles started pouring out from everyone except Donghyuck.

“Fuck you, Huang.” 

Renjun flashed the friendliest smile he could muster. “Not if you paid me a million dollars.”

The subject remained on extracurriculars, everyone in your group except for Chenle and Jisung now wary of college applications. Donghyuck had been in theater ever since middle school, Renjun was in the robotics club and the debate team with Jaemin, who was also in the student council. Mark was on the math team with Jeno, and you had founded the film club. 

"You're not gonna believe who asked to sign up for film," You huffed, looking kind of confused. The rest of the table looked at you expectantly, and you pursed your lips, almost as if you were trying not to laugh.

"San Choi."

Renjun scoffed. Jaemin raised his eyebrows before letting out a single, humorless laugh. Jeno made a face, poking his plastic fork at you. 

"What is San Choi doing asking to sign up for film?"

"Fuck if I know. He said he needed one more extracurricular if he wanted to get into some college in Florida and he liked going to the movies, so he wanted to try out film."

Mark rolled his eyes. "I swear there's nothing in that guy's head but hot gas. It blows my mind."

"He's a dick," Chenle grumbled, "I'm still not over how he and Wooyoung taped Jisung to the flagpole last year."

Jisung scowled. "I thought we agreed to never bring that up again."

“Do you think they’ll finally calm the fuck down this year?” Jaemin wondered, looking wistful.

You took a sip of your coke and shook your head. “Doubt it. They’re not the hateful eight for a reason.”

The mood at the table turned tense, until Jaemin frowned at his french fries, before sighing and clapping his hands together dramatically. “I would like to hear,” He mused, “About the nuance that theatre gives the cinematic masterpiece that is Shrek when converted into musical form.”

Donghyuck beamed. “Oh, it’s amazing. You see…”

If it was difficult to get Donghyuck to stop talking in general, it was impossible when it was about theater.

The conversation continued on until the bell rang, and the eight of you had to go your separate ways. Jaemin and Jeno had the same class, so they both walked together down a relatively calm hallway. Jaemin looked both ways, before finally lowering his voice. 

“So, you’re going to see Mr. Park today?”

Jeno nodded, looking down at his shoes. “He said he wanted to give me an assignment. Says there’s something big going on.”

Jaemin’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “Did he say what kind of something?” 

Jeno shook his head, pouting slightly. “I’ll let you know tomorrow.” 

Once school was out, Jeno was getting ready to get onto the subway once again, this time heading towards Midtown. It was only day one and, as Jeno had predicted, Mr. Washington probably was out to get him, because he’d swamped the class with homework.

As he left the school, he spotted you in the parking lot, leaning against your car door, texting someone. He glanced at his phone. He still had plenty of time, he figured. He walked over to you, and when you looked up, you smiled. 

“Hey!” Your voice had that signature tone of enthusiasm to it, and Jeno smiled back immediately. 

“Hello,” He sing-songed. “So, I was thinking… are you free on Friday night?”

You looked somewhere above his head, furrowing your eyebrows before you perked up again and nodded. “Yep! Why?”

“I’m free after nine. Maybe then I could come over to your house? So I can finally get you to stop harassing me about Blade Runner.”

You grinned, pumping your fists enthusiastically. “Hell yes,” You answered, “Do you want me to get like, some frozen pizzas or something?” 

“Pizza sounds good,” He said. “Who are you even waiting for?” 

You made a face that made it seem as if you’d just gotten a whiff of rotten milk. “Well—”

Your response was interrupted when the school doors slammed open, and eight figures poured out, carrying themselves with confidence Jeno both envied and despised. He frowned, trying not to react at their loud whooping and laughing. The Hateful Eight.

“Oh.” Jeno averted his gaze, meeting your eyes again.

“Yeah. If you don’t hear from me later it’s because I jumped out of my truck because I don’t wanna work with—”

“Well, hello, gorgeous!” San’s voice filled the parking lot, and Jeno took a deep breath. Your mouth stretched into a tight-lipped smile at the unwanted ‘compliment’. 

“Hey, San.” Your friendly passive aggressive tone almost made Jeno smile. “I’ve been waiting here for like, fifteen minutes. You could have just given me your number and asked me to send you pictures of my notes, you know.”

He shrugged, turning his body so that his back was turned to Jeno. “Sorry, babe. Coach wanted to talk to us about the upcoming season. When he gets going, it’s hard to get him to stop. And besides, where’s the fun in just asking for pictures when I could come here, talk to you, and take the pictures myself?”

You didn’t respond, but rather pulled out your backpack and began digging through it. When you pulled out your notebook, you handed it to San, who flashed a wink at you. You barely held back a gag. 

“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll just be a minute.” 

He walked over to the hood of your truck, and just as you were about to continue your conversation, two figures slung their arms around both of Jeno’s shoulders, causing him to flinch. 

Out of the fifteen soccer players on the team, San and his best friends—seven of them, to be precise—were the worst. The others were pretty nice. But right now, seeing two of those seven surround your best friend made you uneasy. 

Wooyoung was loud. He was also a temperamental brat. His dad owned three used car dealerships over in Brooklyn, so naturally, he thought he owned the entire world. He wasn’t someone who would get too physical in fights, like San, or Jongho, or Yeosang. But when he was angry, he could easily get you to jump into the stratosphere by yelling at you once. Over the years, he’d made several teaching assistants and substitute teachers cry, only getting let off with a slap on the wrist every time. 

 Yunho was terrifying for completely different reasons. He was friendly, but a little too friendly to the people he wanted to control. He could read people like books and could easily manipulate whoever he wanted. But he wasn’t afraid of getting physical either, especially not when he was built like a goddamn Power Rangers Megazord. 

All in all, they definitely weren't anyone you wanted near you, near your friends. Especially considering how much they had it out for your friends. 

"Hey, buddy," Yunho said, looking down at Jeno with a wide smile. "How was summer vacation?"

Jeno gnawed on the side of his cheek as he considered his answer. "Um, it was okay." He looked at you to catch your eyes darting between San, Yunho and Wooyoung, like you were analyzing the situation. "I kinda stayed in and played video games most of the t—"

"Cool, cool," Yunho answered, carding his free hand through his bleach blond hair. "What about you, Woo?"

"Oh, dude, it was so cool," He bragged, "I went to Brazil for like, a month. I went clubbing with Instagram models and shit, it was wild."

You stared at him as he patted Jeno on the back rather aggressively. "Where did you go? Have you ever even left New York?" 

You knew the answer. Only a few times when the debate team went to compete in different states. Jeno spoke up again. "Well, yeah a few t—"

"Doubt it," Yunho scoffed. He craned his head back. "San, you done yet?"

"Almost!" San answered. Yunho turned to face you, and for some reason his smile seemed genuinely kind. “What about you, Y/N?”

You never understood why it was that the soccer team hated your entire friend group, but seemed to tolerate you. It made no sense.

So you shrugged. “Not a lot, I guess. Did my summer reading. Hung out with my friends.” You flashed a reassuring smile at Jeno. “Right, Jen?”

Immediately, he relaxed a little bit. “Yeah.”

San appeared from behind Yunho, Jeno and Wooyoung. “Thanks, Y/N. I owe you one.”

You waved your hand, wanting them to get rid of them quickly. “Don’t mention it. But next time, just text me for my notes. I have to get to work, so…”

“Oh! My bad,” He answered with fake remorse, before unlocking his phone and handing it over to you. “Here. For next time.”

You stifled a deep sigh, punching in the numbers hesitantly. “Just for homework, got it?”

San took his phone back, holding a hand over his heart and raised his head. “On a gentleman's honor,” He declared, and you bit back a laugh. Jeno looked like he was going to hurl.

“San!” The team captain—Hongjoong—called from a few feet away, “Are you guys done yet or what?”

“Coming!” San yelled back.

“Alright, we’ll let you go,” Wooyoung said, patting Jeno on the back again, a bit too harsh for comfort. “Bye, Y/N! See you around.”

 The three of them stalked off, leaving you and a very frazzled Jeno. “Dicks,” You muttered once they were out of earshot. “You good?”

Jeno shook his head, waving his hand dismissively. “I’ll be fine.”

You tilted your head, frowning. “Jeno—”

“I gotta go,” He said quickly. “I’ll see you later?”

You nodded, offering a lopsided smile. “Yeah. Be careful!” 

Jeno offered a deep bow, fluttering his eyelashes. “On a gentleman’s honor,” He sighed, adding a very bad British accent to it. You burst out laughing, eyes squeezing shut.

You didn’t catch the way Jeno’s shoulders relaxed at the sound.

I want you to know now

Baby, it could go down

I don’t wanna talk about it

Baby, let’s just go now

The train ride into Midtown didn’t take too long. He spent it digging through his backpack for his Park Industries lanyard, listening to music and thinking about you.

When you talk right to me 

You gon’ have to do me

Every time you think you’re leaving 

You running back to me

You’d met Jeno when you were six. Truth be told, he didn’t really remember. For him it was like you weren’t there at one point and by the time you were, you were thicker than thieves. It was a difficult time for him. He had just lost both of his parents, and was moving in with his Aunt Sunny and his Uncle Jinki, who were barely out of college at the time. He’d had to move to a new school and basically restart his entire life. You were the first sense of stability in his life for months. 

Your mom lived next to his aunt and uncle. So naturally, you went to the same school and went on the same bus. And somewhere along the way, you two clicked. You’d introduced him to Renjun, Jaemin and Donghyuck. You were there to comfort him whenever he got pushed off the slide by San or Wooyoung. 

He was there for you when your stepdad and stepbrother moved in when you were nine and you weren’t sure how to deal with it. He was there when your mom died when you were thirteen. He’d introduced you and your friends to Mark, Chenle and Jisung. 

And you were there when his Uncle Jinki got killed when he was fifteen. And because fate had an especially cruel sense of irony, it had happened on a Tuesday. You didn’t know, but at the time, he had just gotten his powers. Your comfort and words unknowingly had a secondary effect: he made the decision to use them for good, and… well. The rest was history. 

Can we just talk? Can we just talk?

Talk about where we're goin'

Before we get lost, lend me your thoughts

Can't get what we want without knowin'

Just like when he met you, he didn’t recall an exact moment where he realized he’d fallen in love with you. He knew there was a world where he loved you, but wasn’t in love with you. And he knew that there was a world here he’d fallen in love with you—he was living in that world now. He realized he was living in that world maybe when he was sixteen, and had been stuck in it ever since. 

You were it for him. He’d had crushes before. But never something like this, where he was so aware of your presence around him. It wasn’t the way he was hyper aware of someone like San, or like Yunho or Jongho. It wasn’t out of anxiety or fear, where a shift in mood activated his fight or flight. He was aware of you in a way that only people who truly know each other do, where he could pick up on subtle changes in your behavior, but not out of fear. Rather, out of a desire to take care of you and to not have you worry about anything. 

I've never felt like this before

I apologize if I'm movin' too far

Can we just talk? Can we just talk?

Figure out where we're goin'...

As the train rolled into the station that was a fifteen minute walk from Park Tower, Jeno put away his headphones and took a deep breath.

The “Jeno Tingle” as his Aunt Sunny called it—Jeno hated the term—had taken him a few years to gain control of. And while he could never truly turn it off, he could at least tune it out enough to be more at ease. The only time he did so was at school or when he was studying, just because he wanted to feel normal, and because being aware of everything going on around him really messed with his concentration. 

Jaemin didn’t understand. “If I was able to tell whenever Seonghwa was behind me because he wanted to scare me into doing his chemistry homework, I’d never turn that shit off,” He’d said once. But truthfully, Jeno didn’t really care. Because while yes, he was still slightly scared of the “hateful eight”, he knew damn well that if things got to be too much, he could kick their asses if he wanted to. 

It was his friends he worried about. He couldn’t be around them 24/7. You, not so much. He knew you knew how to fight. Even worse, he knew that San had the hots for you so you were off limits to the rest of them, be it bullying or flirting. But for everyone else… Well. He couldn’t hover over them like some guardian angel. 

Now that the “Jeno Tingle” was on, it allowed him to sense everyone within a certain range around him. He could zero in on certain sounds with ease, and his reflexes became heightened. Halfway on his walk up Park Avenue, he jumped away from a chihuahua on its leash a second before it started barking at him.

When he entered the first floor lobby of the Park Building, he scoured the crowd of employees and visitors until he landed on one familiar face. 

He'd met Doyoung about a year after his dad started dating your mom. Things between your parents were starting to get serious, and Doyoung was four years older than you were. When they moved into your house, Doyoung as your new stepbrother became the de facto chaperone and babysitter. If you wanted to go to the mall with Jeno, he had to take you. Every time you dragged Jeno to the movies, Doyoung had to go also. 

To an extent, it wasn't that bad. Doyoung was cool, and he was smart—he was the one who got Jeno interested in computers and chemistry. He graduated high school at 16, and finished his bachelor's degree at 19. He'd also interned at Park Industries, and secured a job there almost immediately after college. 

To an extent, he was the whole reason Mr. Park knew who he was, because of one incident. It was relatively soon after he started the whole vigilante thing. Jeno, still figuring out how to maneuver on the webs that shot out of his wrists, had accidentally crashed into your backyard late at night, when only Doyoung was awake. He was standing in the back door while he was waiting for his dog to finish peeing. 

Initially, the older boy had freaked out, thinking that it was a burglar or something. When he yelled out that his dad was a cop and was asleep in the house, Jeno panicked, and pulled off his mask, holding up his hands.

“Woah, woahwoahwoah! Doyoung! It’s me, it’s me!” 

Doyoung’s eyes had widened to the size of saucers, paying no mind to the dog as it sauntered up to Jeno, before turning onto its back in a request for belly rubs.

"You're the spider guy everyone's been talking about!?"

"Spider man," Jeno had answered, voice cracking as he dusted himself off. He cringed at the sound of his voice. "...and yes."

Of course, his cover was blown, and he'd begged Doyoung not to tell anyone, especially not you. And while Doyoung had promised not to tell you, it didn't stop him from telling his boss. 

That had been almost three years ago now. The rest was history, and after that Jeno didn’t have to run around in bright red sweatpants and dollar store swimming goggles. Now, he had a nanotech suit that allowed him to activate protocols of the suit through voice commands using something top-secret Mr. Park called D.R.E.A.M technology. Direct Response Engaged As Machine—yeah, Jeno didn’t get it either. 

Doyoung offered Jeno a smile as he escorted Jeno past security, showing them his employee clearance pass. "Hey. How have you been?"

Jeno shrugged, recounting his day in minor detail as he was led into an elevator labeled authorized personnel only. 

This elevator only went up to the 35th floor, seeing as everything past that was only cleared for a certain list of people approved by Mr. Park and his security team, and everything past the 90th floor were Mr. Park's private living quarters. 

Now, as Doyoung led him to another elevator to head up to the 85th floor, which was always where Jeno got to meet with Mr. Park—which wasn't often, maybe once or twice a year—he wondered where he would be if he hadn’t surprised Doyoung that night. He would probably still be using those ugly red sweatpants as part of his disguise.

"How's Y/N?" Doyoung asked. 

"Oh, she seems okay. That guy who hates me keeps coming onto her though. He's a huge douchebag."

Doyoung frowned. "He's not harassing her, is he? Because if he is—"

"He just won't stop flirting, even though she clearly isn't interested," Jeno said bitterly, "He isn't physical or anything. Trust me, it wouldn't end well for him if he was."

Doyoung wasn't quite sure how to respond to the younger boy's dark tone. He looked down, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“So… how’s the apartment?” Jeno asked. Doyoung perked up instantly.

“Oh, now that Taeyong’s moved in and did his interior design thing, it looks great. He’s really done a great job at it.”

“When am I gonna meet this guy? He sounds cool.”

“He’s really cool,” Doyoung hummed, cheeks heating up. “Things are getting really serious.”

Jeno smiled at how flustered Doyoung, who was normally so level headed and calm, became at the mention of his boyfriend.

“You guys sound like a really good couple,” He said. Doyoung chuckled, waving his hand. “Oh, well—” 

 The elevator dinged, and Doyoung sighed. “I’ll tell you later. C’mon.”

The hallway it opened up to was lined with pictures of the company's history, starting from pictures of black and white of people in vintage clothing, to pictures in sepia tones to finally pictures of the current CEO at locations around the world: Chanyeol Park.

Jeno walked behind Doyoung as he led him down the hallway, before stopping in front of a door, and a friendly looking man in a suit. 

Junmyeon was a part of Chanyeol’s Security and Intelligence team, and often sat in on these meetings with Jeno. The chain of contact also included him. If Jeno couldn’t contact Doyoung (which rarely happened), he’d contact Junmyeon. And if he couldn’t contact either of them, or it was an emergency, only then could he contact Chanyeol. So far, that had only happened once.

"Hey, Junmyeon," Doyoung said, "Mr. Park's 4:30 is here." 

Junmyeon nodded, before smiling at Jeno and giving him a wave. "Hey, kid."

Jeno offered an awkward grin. "Hi, Mr. Kim."

Junmyeon rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Kid, you're making me feel ancient. I've told you a million times, just call me Junmyeon."

Jeno shuffled awkwardly, before nodding at the older man, watching as he pressed a button on his earpiece. "Hey, Yeol. Jeno's here."

The muffled response was barely heard, but Jeno automatically understood what Mr. Park said. Junmyeon turned to open the door, and let the pair inside. The “office”—if it could even be called that—opened up to more of a lounge, than anything. A wall of glass overlooked the Manhattan skyline, but Jeno knew that from the outside it looked only like a wall, due to camouflage technology developed by Mr. Park himself. As Doyoung and Junmyeon stayed back, closer to the door, Jeno took a few steps toward the man in question.

Chanyeol was standing a few feet in front of the glass window, working on a holographic model of a new piece of tech. His face was turned downward in a concentrated frown. He barely spared the teenager a glance as he said fondly, “Hey, kid.”

Jeno was used to this. Chanyeol wasn’t cold per se, but he wasn’t warm at all. He knew that Chanyeol cared about him, even if he didn’t really show it in a conventional way. Chanyeol was a very… eccentric man, so he had his own way of saying and doing things. 

“Hi, Mr. Park. Um… you wanted to talk to me?”

“Yep! Needed some help from the friendly neighborhood Spiderman… A little birdie told me about something going on in Queens.”

“Queens?” Jeno asked, gripping the straps of his backpack. “You mean, other than the usual stuff?”

“Other than the usual stuff,” Chanyeol repeated, nodding. With a wave of his hand, the hologram disappeared, and another one appeared in its place. This time, instead of a 3D model, a few pictures and another, smaller 3D model appeared. Chanyeol turned to face him, frown deepening. He pointed at the model—a long, shiny oval-shaped purple stone. It reminded Jeno of an amethyst, but instead of turning white at the base, it turned to an iridescent jade tone. “You know what this is, right?”

Jeno nodded, remembering seeing the rocks all over the news when he was a kid. “That’s… that’s a Chitauri stone. From the invasion a few years back.”

Chanyeol nodded, standing up straight. “These stones have the potential to power weapons with no need to recharge, or change them out. They’re an infinite, extremely strong power source, Jeno, and in the wrong hands can be very dangerous.”

Jeno took a deep breath, feeling his stomach sink slowly. Chanyeol sighed. “Cleanup of the city after the invasion was long, and difficult, and obviously the government and the company weren’t able to get everything. It caused a black market to pop up. Now, the NYPD has been investigating it for years, but they have their limits… that’s where you come in.”

“M-me, Mr. Park?”

Chanyeol gave him a crooked, reassuring smile. He pointed at one of the pictures, which was of a man who most likely didn’t know he was photographed. He was walking somewhere, face looking angry and stern.

“You don’t know who this is, right?”

Jeno shook his head, and Chanyeol turned his head to nod at Junmyeon. “You’re up, tough guy.”

Junmyeon huffed, before walking up to Jeno. He put his hand on Jeno’s shoulder as if he could tell that he was growing anxious. 

“Jeno, that’s Henry Duke. From what we understand on the intel team, he’s one of the cornerstones of the alien tech black market. He’s one of the top dogs. From what we understand, he likes to be present for all major negotiations that his group makes. A source of ours told us that there’s going to be a negotiation on Friday night not too far away from LaGuardia. We want you to go out there and just get a feel of what’s going on.”

“Just watch them, right?” Jeno looked at Junmyeon, who patted his back reassuringly. “Just watch. Don’t engage unless you absolutely have to.”

“You can do that, right?” Chanyeol said quietly, crossing his arms. “Because if not, then it’s totally—”

“Yeah, of course I can! Friday—shit, Friday. At what time are they supposed to be meeting up?”

Junmyeon furrowed his eyebrows, before answering, “Around eight or nine.”

Jeno bit his lip, thinking about the promise he’d made to you. It would just have to wait, he supposed. Chanyeol rarely asked anything this big of him.

“Alright,” Jeno agreed, “I’ll do it.”

Chanyeol grinned, clapping his hands together. 

“Perfect.” 

They discussed logistics briefly after. Doyoung would be on call with Jeno, his custom made suit allowing them to communicate, letting Doyoung see everything Jeno was seeing via a video feed coming from the ultra thin lenses placed in the white eye sockets of the mask. Doyoung would then report to Junmyeon, who would report to Chanyeol, who would probably report to the FBI. Jeno was only to engage if absolutely necessary.

After that, he set out on patrol. He usually found some discreet place to hide his backpack, and then went all over Queens looking for trouble, quite literally. Around five thirty, he stopped a robbery in Murray Hill. Then, around seven, he stopped a man from stealing a woman’s purse in Elmhurst. Nothing too much.

Around eight, he finally headed home, this time dressed normally, using the train and not web fluid. He walked home, tired, knowing that he’d immediately have to do that cursed AP calc homework. When he got home, he opened his backpack pocket to look for his keys, rummaging between his notebooks and other things. 

Shuffling through his stuff, he furrowed his eyebrows as he couldn’t find them. Thinking back, he remembered this morning, when he’d left in a rush… and had very obviously left his keys on his desk.

“Shit,” He muttered to himself. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, remembering that Aunt Sunny had said she’d be working overtime tonight. He could very easily sneak in through his window, but he was pretty sure he’d locked it the night before, and it was too early. People’s lights were still on—anyone could see him if they just looked up, and then he would be screwed. 

Huffing and zipping his backpack up, he marched up to your house, before ringing the doorbell. He shifted his weight back and forth, from his heels to the balls of his feet, until the door opened up. A familiar man with a face just like Doyoung's, but older, with graying hair and arms scarred and muscled from years of working on the police force stood in the doorway.

“Jeno?” Your dad offered him a warm smile. “Hey, kiddo, what’s up?”

“Hi, Mr. Kim,” Jeno said, smiling back. He shifted nervously. “I, um… I left my keys in my room this morning, and my aunt’s working late, so… could I… maybe wait here? Y/N’s home, right?” 

The man nodded. “Of course, of course. Come in!” 

Your dad had always been super friendly, even from the day Jeno had first met him. You'd told Jeno once that he was the only real father figure you'd ever had. Once everything settled after him and your mom got married, you started calling him dad altogether. And since you and Jeno were practically glued at the hip, he got along with your dad almost as well as you did.

“Okay.” Jeno stepped in and set down his backpack at the base of the coat rack next to the door, as he’d done a million times before. Jeno stepped into the living room, and sat down on the couch. He folded his hands in his lap and looked up at your dad.

"I think Y/N's in the shower, but she should be done soon. You can just wait here if you want… have you eaten anything yet?”

“Uh, I had a granola bar on the train, but that’s it.”

“We have some leftover pasta here, if you want—”

“Thanks, Mr. Kim, really! I’m fine.”

Your dad nodded, sitting down on his recliner. “So, have you started your college list, yet? Y/N said you wanted to stay here in New York.”

Jeno nodded, pushing some hair out of his face. “Well, yeah. It would make things a lot easier, I think. I might want to apply to NYU, but I think I’ll just go to community college, or something.”

Your dad shook his head. “You’re a pretty smart kid, Jeno. I think you could get into Columbia if you set out to. Plus, Chanyeol Park doesn’t give out internships to anybody. That’s your secret weapon.”

Jeno smiled. “Well, you’ve got a point.” 

Your dad gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder. “Come on, trying won’t hurt!” Your dad made a face, and then rubbed his knuckles. “Have you been working out? Those muscles weren’t there the last time I did that.”

Jeno laughed, trying to think of an excuse. “Oh, a little bit? The house needed some fixing up over the summer, and I wanted to help Aunt Sunny, so…”

“Jeno?” 

He turned immediately, eyes landing on you at the base of the staircase. You’d changed into an old t-shirt and pajama pants. Your hair was slightly damp. “What are you doing here?” You asked, with a curious smile.

His shoulders slumped, and he grinned sheepishly. “Terrible Tuesday strikes again. I forgot my keys.”

You grimaced. “Brutal, dude. You wanna come up?” Your eyes moved to your dad. “Or am I interrupting guy time?”

“Oh, definitely,” Jeno answered, playing along. He took a cocky tone as he rested his hands on the back of his neck. “Your dad was just telling me about how much the NYPD needs me.” 

You stifled a laugh. You dad seemed to be holding back a laugh too. "Hey, you're joking, but if you keep working out like that, and if by some impossible chance, the college thing doesn't work out… We might just be able to catch Spiderman if we finally got some brain cells on the force."

"Ugh, dad," You groaned, unaware of Jeno's gut twisting, "Not again."

"Yeah, Mr. Kim," Jeno said, scratching the back of his head, "He's not that bad."

Your dad shook his head. "Look, I don't hate the guy. In all honesty, crime rates have dropped since he started doing his thing. But he thinks he's above the law, and his methods can be a bit… unorthodox sometimes. He’s been undermining us for years and his tech is state of the art. Makes me wonder about what we should do to modernize the force."

Jeno looked downward, wondering what would happen if your dad knew the truth.

"Well, I guess we may just never find out. Jeno'd make a horrible cop. He couldn't hurt a fly if you paid him a million dollars."

But you came to the rescue as you grabbed his backpack, and soon enough he was up the stairs with you, heading into your bedroom, laughing to yourselves when you heard your dad jokingly call out, "Fifteen inch distance, you two! Door stays open!"

He sat on your desk chair while you lay on your bed, limbs splaying out. 

"So you left your keys."

Jeno groaned. "Don't remind me. I was in such a rush to leave, that I… I forgot. I'm so stupid."

You rolled your eyes, rolling over onto your stomach to look at him. "You're not stupid, Jen. You made an honest mistake because you were in a hurry." 

Standing up, you walked over to him and leaned against the desk. "Seriously, Jeno. What's gotten into you, lately? You freak out about every little thing. It's starting to worry me." 

Jeno shook his head. "I don't know," He admitted. "I think I'm just scared about how after this year, everything changes. Renjun’s headed upstate. Jaemin’s going to Boston. You want to go to LA. I think Hyuck and I are the only ones who want to stay here. I just… I don't want things to change." 

Your expression turned sad as he continued. "Everyone is expecting great things from me. You're smart, Jeno. You can get into an Ivy. Or, you have a Park internship, you'll be fine. What if I don't want things to be fine? What if I want them to just stay the same?"

You stayed silent for a few moments, trying to think of what to say. Jeno was relatively level headed for someone your age, but even he had moments of doubt and panic. It made moments like these difficult.  You sighed before grabbing him by the hand. Wordlessly, you tugged him over to the bed, sitting him down and leaning your head on his shoulder. He could feel the dampness in your hair seeping slowly into his shirt.

"I guess I understand what you mean," You mumbled, trying to reason with him, "But come on. You wouldn't really want everything to stay the same. You can't tell me you want to keep getting AP calc homework. And I definitely doubt that you'd want to have your ass kicked by San for the rest of your life."

Jeno looked at the floor. "You're right. But you know that's not what I mean—"

"I know," You huffed, "I'm just saying. Change… it's inevitable. The longer you fight it, the harder it is."

Jeno nodded. "This sucks."

"It does," You agreed, taking his hand in yours. "But at least we have each other's backs, y'know?"

Something of a smile appeared on his face. You were so close to him, leaning on him, stroking his knuckles with your thumb. He hoped you couldn't hear his heart pounding in his chest. 

"We really do, huh?" His voice turned quiet, with a bit of a sleepy lull to it. He allowed his head to rest on yours. "You're so comfortable. Can I like, use you as a pillow for the rest of my life?"

You giggled. "I'll consider it on two conditions."

"Oh, you'll consider. How generous of you."

"Yes, I'll consider. Now, do you wanna hear my terms or not?" 

Jeno raised an eyebrow. "Go ahead," He said, before putting on his best Marlon Brando voice, "Make me an offer I can't refuse."

Snorting, you lifted your head off of his. "Okay. One, you finish your calculus homework here before Sunny gets home."

He pursed his lips. "Okay, I could probably do that. What's the other one?"

"Let me drive you to school for the rest of the year." 

Jeno stared at you, and you nodded, eyes wide. "Trust me, Jen. You wouldn't need to wake up so early! And plus, you can't text the guy manning the subway asking him to give you five minutes because you need to find your keys."

Jeno gnawed on the inside of his cheek. You did have a point, and to be honest, he could probably refrain from putting his feet up on your dashboard.

"Deal." 

You grinned. "Awesome," You answered, before nodding towards his backpack. "Now get to work, Einstein."

The rest of the week wasn't that bad. Yes, you were absolutely batshit insane about your truck in the morning, but he soon realized he didn't really mind. Not when it allowed you both to spend some twenty extra minutes together in the mornings, and they were spent joking around and listening to your extremely varied playlist. 

On the other hand, he was saddled with more and more homework, greater and greater expectations. The looming threat of Friday's mission rolled around, and it made Jeno feel like time was passing much too slowly but also way too quickly. There was so much on his mind. He had chemistry with you on Thursdays in the afternoon, which also meant that San was there. Which also meant that sometimes, his heightened senses would pick up on San dropping a tacky pick up line which made Jeno want to punch him in the jaw.

Finally, finally, Friday afternoon rolled around. As he bid you goodbye and promised to see you later, he tried to ignore the feeling in his stomach. The feeling that something was about to go very, very wrong. He went out on patrol, ready for Doyoung to set up the call and tell him where he needed to go. It didn’t help that there wasn’t a lot for him to do that day. Crime had seemed to slow down altogether. 

When the time finally came, and the sun was beginning to set, Doyoung rang in at about 7, telling him the location. An old warehouse near LaGuardia airport, hidden from prying eyes. Jeno made his way to the place, avoiding security cameras Doyoung warned him about, and found a place to hide. There was a hole in the warehouse roof, which allowed him to peer right into the building without being seen. It was about thirty feet from the ground.

“Why is it always old, abandoned warehouses?” Jeno grumbled. He heard Doyoung laugh quietly. 

“Beats me,” Doyoung sighed. 

And so they waited. Jeno wondered vaguely if you were still working. He wasn’t sure. They made time talking quietly, until a black SUV rolled into the warehouse. “Woah, Doyoung,” He murmured, “Hold up.”

Jeno leaned forward, but quickly realized he probably wouldn’t be able to hear what was being said. “D.R.E.A.M, activate Heightened Intelligence Protocol.”

Activating Heightened Intelligence Protocol.

The protocol allowed Jeno to use the lenses over his eyes to zoom in on specific targets, as well as use a microphone embedded in the suit to pick up audio from far away and feed it directly into his ears.

He watched as three figures got out of the car, a fourth remaining in the driver’s seat. The trio stood in front of the car, and Jeno recognized the man in the middle as the man Junmyeon had been talking about.

“Alright, there’s Henry Duke,” He said, “The one in the middle.”

 “Got it,” Doyoung replied, sounding satisfied. “Now all we have to do is wait for the other party.”

“Did Junmyeon’s sources say anything about who it would be?”

“No. They weren’t able to find that out. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

Jeno’s eyes never left the man. “Do you think it’s something international?”

Doyoung sighed. “I’m not sure. If it is international, then you need to be even more careful.”

“Got it. I think—Wait, here they come.” 

A second vehicle, this one another black SUV, rolled up not too far away from the first car. The lights turned off and the engine sputtered to a stop, and four men stepped out of the vehicle.

Jeno’s stomach dropped, and of its own accord, his mouth let loose a quiet, “What the fuck,” as he registered the person leading them. 

“What?” Doyoung asked, before realizing what—who—he was looking at. “...Is that my dad?”

“I think it is,” Jeno whispered, fingertips suddenly numb. Who was he kidding? They both knew who it was. 

“So,” One of the men next to your dad said, “You show us yours, we’ll show you ours?”

Henry Duke clapped his hands together with an impish grin. “I suppose. Reagan, get the case.”

One of the two men standing beside him started off toward the trunk of the car. “It caught me off guard when I heard that the force wanted to purchase these. Almost made me wonder if this was your attempt at a sting operation.”

“What made you change your mind?” Your dad asked. Jeno swallowed at how cold he sounded. This wasn’t your dad, and it didn’t seem like Officer Kim either. This was someone Jeno had never met before. 

“Honestly, Kim?” Duke raised an eyebrow, shrugging. “It was you. Your cooperativeness and willing to feed us information, as well as your… insurance agreement. And besides, you made a very interesting point when you said that the Avengers Initiative and Park’s alum Spiderman is ruining the way the law operates around here. That type of bitterness… hard to fake.”

Your dad huffed. “We’re fucking tired of it.”

The man leaning against the car your dad had stepped out of scoffed. “If this helps us catch the little asshole, then so be it.”

Jeno frowned. “I’m not little—”

“Jeno, shut up!” Doyoung snapped. 

“—Alright, then.” The man holding the briefcase—Reagan—clicked it open, as if it were a prize reveal on The Price is Right. Five guns, all modified to hold glowing Chitauri stones were placed carefully together side by side.

“You know the basics. No radiation. Keep it away from security scanners and x-rays. They will blow up. And second of all, these are at half the price, along with the promise from the chief of police that my business won’t be touched, and will only be distributed to officers in on the operation and have agreed to turn off their body cameras when they decide to use these weapons. Should this not be a sting operation, we’ll be back here to negotiate.”

Jeno leaned forward, watching anxiously.

“Yes, sir,” Your dad answered, nodding. “We have the money here.”

“Hand it over, then.”

That was when Jeno made his mistake. He leaned forward too much, and proceeded to fall right through the hole, bringing down some scraps of the roof with him. As he tumbled through the air, the zoom on his lenses caused him to grow dizzy as he had no idea what he was looking at. He caught himself before he could fall, clumsily commanding D.R.E.A.M to go back to turn off the current protocol. His vision returned to normal, and he swung up onto a rafter holding the warehouse up.

“So, we have company.” Duke didn’t sound as amused as he had before. His face turned into a sneer. “Get him.”

In less than a second, before Jeno could say anything, five guns were pointed directly at him. He managed to swing away before any bullets could hit him. 

“Jeno, get out of there now,” Doyoung ordered. 

“What about the guns?” Jeno asked, swinging to another rafter. “They know I’m here, I might as well get them before I go—”

“No! Jeno, listen to what I’m telling you. You’ve done more than enough, and you need to let it g—”

Your dad aimed, and a bullet fired right at Jeno’s chest. For a second, he forgot that the chest area of the suit was lined with bulletproof material. While it didn’t shoot into his chest, it ricocheted right off him, and since he was in motion, it somehow caused the bullet to bounce back in the direction in which it came. 

The wind was knocked out of Jeno, but it was nothing compared to watching the bullet land in the middle of your father’s chest. On the other line, he heard Doyoung yell, followed by the sound of something falling. And then, as he made his way back towards the hole he’d fallen out of, he couldn’t rip his eyes away from the body as it crumpled to the ground. 

The others around him scrambled to get back into their respective cars. Jeno was back on the roof now, trying not to hyperventilate. “I’m sorry,” He gasped, “Do—Doyoung, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t want to—”

“Jeno, you need to get out of there, now,” Doyoung said, voice raspy. “GO!” 

So he did, and Doyoung cut off the call once he was out of the vicinity. Jeno didn’t blame him. He swung across buildings, feeling numb as he looked for the apartment complex roof where he’d decided to hide his backpack.

When he finally did, he changed in a hurry, before slumping against the wall and forcing himself to take deep breaths. 

Doyoung’s dad—your dad—was dead. And it was all his fault. 

He cried on the way down the staircase. He cried on his way to the subway. The entire time, he ignored people’s stares. Suddenly everything was too loud, and if he met someone in the eyes he’d just about break down in the middle of the station. 

As he got onto the train, Jeno thought about all of the things your dad had done for you, and for Jeno. All the times he'd taken you both to Coney Island in the summer when you were younger. The year Pokemon Go came out he took the both of you driving around in his car so you and Jeno could catch as many Pokemon as you could. 

He’d formally adopted you when you were thirteen. You were his daughter in nearly every sense of the word, regardless of blood. And now he was dead, because of a stupid mistake that Jeno had made.

What would you say if you knew? He didn’t want to know. Checking the time on his phone, he saw he’d gotten a message from you just three minutes ago.

[8:36 PM]

y/n: lemme know when ur outside!! :)

“Fuck,” He murmured, wiping his eyes. He knew he needed to stop crying before he got to your house, and he had about ten minutes before he got to his stop, and then another five minute walk to the neighborhood. He focused on taking deep breaths and taking long swigs from his water bottle in the meantime, trying to tune out the sound of other people talking and the sound of the train on the rails.

The walk was the longest five minute walk he’d ever taken. The flashing lights of convenience stores did nothing to calm him down. As the stores in his peripheral vision began transitioning into suburban homes, he felt his heart speed up again. The constant movement as he walked meant he missed his phone vibrating in his backpack as you rang his number.

After what seemed like an eternity, two familiar houses came into his line of vision, and his shoulders slumped as he spotted you on your porch, looking small and teary, curled up into a little ball. In one hand, you were clutching your phone.

His stomach twisted as he put on a confused tone, even though he knew damn well that you knew. “...Y/N?”

You stood up, running to him and burying yourself into his chest, crumpling into his arms. You would have fell over if Jeno hadn’t held both of you up. 

“Jeno,” You sobbed, “You’re n-not go-onna believe it.”

He brought a hand up to caress your hair, holding back tears of his own as he asked a question he already knew the answer to.

“Y/N, what happened?”

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Sick Little Games

George Weasley x Reader, Draco Malfoy x Reader

Y/N and Draco were known as the ultimate slytherin duo. When she catches him in the act of infidelity, she makes it a goal to hurt him back as much as he hurt her. What starts as nothing but a sick little game, turns into something more with another red headed boy.

“what would malfoy think if he knew i was fucking his girl right now?” george grunted in my ear, hips thrusting into mine while my back was pressed against the prefect bathroom’s cold stone wall. my legs were wrapped around his waist, sultry moans tumbling out of my mouth as he fucked me senseless. his words only intensified the pleasure as i gripped on to his biceps for support. he could feel my wet pussy clenching around his throbbing cock, signfying that i was close to coming.

“what would your little boyfriend think if he knew how well you take my cum?” i let out a whimper as his thick cock hit my gspot, making my vision go completely white. “fuck y/n,” he grunted as his pace quickened. i let out a string of curse words, toes curling in pleasure as he rubbed my clit with his long slender fingers as we reached our orgasms together.

his movements slowed and eventually halted, cock still balls deep in me as he placed loving kisses all over my face. he slowly released me from his hold, planting my feet back on the ground before completely removing himself from me. with our chests still heaving, we transitioned from standing by the bathroom’s windows, to the warm bubbly bath. this was common thing for us, so naturally we were able to establish a routine. sneaking out of the dorms late at night to see each other, satisfying our thirsts for each other before taking a dip in the bath to relax and cleanse ourselves of our sins.

george’s hands worked its way down my neck and shoulders, rubbing out any knots while he gave me little pecks on my forehead. i smiled my first genuine smile of the day. i was constantly dragging myself throughout the day, in and out of my classes, plastering a fake smile until the clock struck a certain time at night where i would meet up with george. “so why are you still with that git anyways?”

i rolled my eyes at his choice of words. i considered not even replying at all, but one glance at his concentrated face with that accusational eyebrow raise, and i knew this was something he wasnt going to drop again.

“he loves me,” i sighed, shrugging my shoulders.

“he loves you? is that why you caught him fucking pansy parkinson in the forbidden section of the library?” georges hostile tone rang in my ears.

it was supposed to be our date night. draco knew how stressed i had been with all our recent exams, and how much i needed a break. my sweet, loving boyfriend of almost 2 years proposed we have a date night full of snuggles and snacks to relieve my stress. after getting dolled up and waiting in our slytherin common room for over an hour, i came to terms with the fact that he wasn’t going to show up.

the silly thing was, i really tried to make excuses for him. blaise had strolled past on his way up to his dorm and asked why i was sitting there all alone. “just waiting on draco,” id say passively, in which he’d give me a pitiful smile before heading up. i thought, maybe he just got caught up on some of his prefect duties. or maybe he took a nap and overslept. or maybe he even got detention for the day, but he would never forget about me, right? surely he couldn’t forget about his own plans that he made.

i’d grown tired of sitting there all alone, letting my thoughts eat me alive. so i grabbed my book bag and decided to head to the library to get a head start on some homework. walking deeper and deeper into the dark library, thats when i heard it. the faint gasps and moans coming from a high pitched female voice. “ugh,” i thought, “who wouldn’t even have the decency to go to a private spot?”

i rounded the corner, my eyes almost bulging out of my skull as i took in the sight in front of me. a bright platinum head of hair stuffed into the crook of pansy parkinsons neck, as he fucked her on one of the library desks with her skirt hitched all the way up. they had been so into it that they didnt even see me. what gave it away was some stupid lamp falling over as i rushed out of the library, tears in my eyes. athough they stopped at the sound indicating someone was there, they never knew it was me.

my vision was blurry, tears streaming faster down my cheeks as i ran away. i wasnt sure where i was going, but i knew i had to be as far away as possible from that complete and utter asshole. from the second i saw him til now, a million feelings coursed through my body. i was devastated, devastated that the man i loved for 2 whole years had been lying to my face. how long was he unloyal for? was this the first time? these unanswered questions made me transition from grief to rage. i was infuriated that he took me as some kind of fool who would never find out about his cheating ways. i had been so caught up in my emotions that i didnt notice where i was going, smacking face first into a very toned chest.

“Woah! Y/N? You alright there, love?” George’s voice was impossible not to recognize. “Oh, I-I’m sorry,” I gasped before turning around to leave. His warm hand clasped around my wrist softly, tugging me back as one of his hands lifted my chin up so that he could inspect my face, and most importantly my blood shot eyes.

“You’re crying,” his voice was a lot softer than i’ve ever heard it before. with him being a gryffindor and me being a slytherin, i was used to the rude remarks he’d yell at us in the hallways. him and his lovely twin have always made my life here at hogwarts a living hell. as of recently, he went from constant bullying to the exact opposite. he was always throwing complements my way as loud and obnoxious as possible. and i knew he did it just to get a rise out of his most hated slytherin of all, draco. draco was always a possesive boyfriend, not wanting any guys to look at me. but having a weasley complement me out of everyone else would’ve drove him absolutely mad.

however, what started out as an excuse to piss off draco, had turned into something else. george couldn’t help but notice how my eyes were a lot browner than he remembered, a certain twinkle in them whenever i got excited talking to my housemates about something. he quickly found himself feeling jealous as malfoy walked through the halls with his arm around my shoulder.

of course, i was oblivious to all of this, which would’ve explained his soft tone. “I’m fine,” I sniffled, wiping my tears off with the sleeve of my sweater and avoiding direct eye contact. “Come with me,” he wasted no time, dragging me down the corridor before i could mutter a response. he led me to the prefect bathroom, opening the doors for me as i took in the beautiful mosaics.

“how did you even get the password?” i asked suspiciously to the troublesome boy.

he shrugged, “turned percy’s hair blue and wouldnt change it back until he’d tell me,”

i let out a snort, which i was quick to cover with a cough. only he could make me genuinely laugh after figuring out the man i had loved so deeply, didnt love me back enough to keep his dick in his pants. i turned away from his gaze, but he saw it. he took pride in being able to cause that gorgeous smile, but he was nice enough to not tease me about it tonight. he’d definitely bring it up another day, though.

“so, whats wrong?” he asked, arms crossed as he leaned against one of the porcelain sinks. i let out a sigh, debating on whether i should tell him at all. he was supposed to be our rival, afterall.

“draco cheated,” i stated. georges face softened, all traces of humor dissipating into thin air. “i’m sorry y/n,” he started, “that bloke doesn’t know what he’s got.”

for the first time that night, i looked up at him and saw the look he had in his eyes. the lingering gaze around my figure, the softness in his facial features, the way his eyes bored into mine with a sense of longing.

that was when a lightbulb when off in my head. ill admit that im not proud of what my next thought was, and it was definitely one of the most slytherin things i have ever done, but it was worth it. i wanted to hurt draco. i wanted him to feel as bad as i did, and i wanted revenge.

i strode over to his leaning frame, making it a point to swing my hips in the process. my lips formed a pout as i spoke to him in a low voice. “if he doesn’t know what hes got,” i trailed my fingers from his shoulders down to his chest, “who will?”

my lips got incredibly closer to the shell of his ear. “you?” i asked, cupping his buldge with my hand. he let out a barely audible whimper, eyes staring back at me like a deer in headlights.

i left a gentle kiss on his neck, “tell me if you want me to stop.” george shut his eyes for a split second, contemplating his morals. he weighed his options and outcomes. on one hand, he’d be able to piss off that spoiled brat malfoy, which would give him enough satisfaction to last him the rest of his life. on the other hand, he’d finally get to know what the taste of his crush’s lips were like. it was a win win situation. fuck it, he thought before closing the gap between us, lips moving in sync as the kiss became increasingly passionate. his hands roamed all over my body as i ran my fingers through his hair.

it was an amazing night, full of multiple orgasms that left me struggling to walk properly. george was certainly thicker than malfoy. the day after was when the feelings of sadness, regret, and confusion came sinking in. as soon as i woke up and left my dorm, there he was. in his perfect green uniform that perfectly matched his perfect porcelain skin. dracos head was held high, not a care in the world as it was obvious he completely forgot about our date night and had no idea i caught him and pansy red handed.

i walked past him, not even batting an eye in his direction as i made my way to the great hall. “y/n!” he called out, quickly catching up to me, “whats wrong?”

i rolled my eyes, “you forgot our date.” his eyes immediately widened as he realized his mistake, cheeks blushing like a tomato as he recalled where he was instead of the date. “darling, please forgive me. i’m so sorry, i just got caught up in my studi-“

i halted my steps, not wanting to listen to his bullshit excuse, “i forgive you.” he looked at me with bewilderment, “y-you forgive me?”

“of course,” i gave him the most convincingly sweet smile, “its not a big deal at all!”

his shoulders relaxed in relief at my words. oh, what a stupid boy. what a stupid, stupid boy. the only reason i was “forgiving him” was because i was going to hurt him back, a lot worse. he held my hand in his as we continued our stroll to the great hall, him lifting my hand up to plant a kiss on my knuckles.

right when he had done that, i locked eyes with a familiar red head from across the corridor. he smirked as he watched me, noticing the way my steps were slightly different than normal. it was the same shit eating smile he wore last night as he made me reach my 3rd orgasm, face buried between my legs and licking up my juices as if his life depended on it. i bit my lip as the flashback played in my head, instantly making me feel lightheaded again.

draco and i took our usual spots at the slytherin table, everything seemingly normal until the owls arrived. a letter had been dropped into my lap.

unravelling the parchment, there was a faint message scribbled across in black ink. “same time and place tonight?”

there was no name or any indication of identity, but i knew exactly who it was. luckily from where i was sitting at the table, i had a clear view of george. as i looked up from the letter, i instantly made eye contact with him, him giving me a sly wink before regurning to eat his mashed potatoes. he didnt need an answer, he knew id come back after the night we had togegher.

“whos that letter from?” a voice snapped me out of my haze. i jumped slightly before tucking the letter safely into my robe, “oh, it was just mum.”

“whatd she say?” draco questioned, slightly suspicious as he recognized me hiding the letter.

“she asked how you were, shes having dinner with your parents this weekend,” i said while gulping down my goblet of juice. draco seemed convinced at that answer, dropping his suspicions rather quickly, “oh thats right, mother was telling me about that.”

it was ironic, really. we were seen as the picture perfect duo. the slytherin prince with none other than his slytherin princess. we had the world in our hands, both coming from wealthy pureblood families. even our parents were over the moon at the news of our relationship blossoming, instantly talking about our plans for marriage in the future. but were we willing to throw that all away for these sick little games?

hi guys i know i usually write shawn fics but ive been into hp recently and wanted to give it a try! if u guys rlly like this one, id love to make a part 2 n finish the series (: pls lmk and give feedback! 🤍

[heyitsyn]

Manager!Seijoh KYO ROUTE

a/n: AAAAA HERE IT FINALLY IS!!!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!!

THIS IS KYO’S ROUTE AND TBH, I REALLY WANT TO MAKE AN IWA ROUTE BUT I ALSO WANT TO MAKE AN OIKAWA ROUTE BC IT HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO MY ATTENTION THAT SOMEONE’S FAVORITE IS ACTUALLY OIKS AND I WANT TO GIVE HER THAT ENDING AND I WANT IWA TO HAVE AN ENDING AS A PERSONAL REQUEST HEHEHEHEHEHE

REMINDER, THIS IS A WHAT IF SCENARIO LIKE WHAT IF SHE ENDS UP WITH KYO AND HOW WOULD IT HAPPEN SO THIS IS NOT REALLY GOING TO BE PART OF THE MAIN MANAGER!SEIJOH SERIES

anon requests:  

 -i love the seijoh manager one and i was just wondering if i could please request one where she ends up with kyoken

-OH MY GOD Can y/n-chan and kyoubabie end up together and like how would the team react wawlndksndkfnkdndkfnkd im so soft

-I kinda like the idea after the time skip that Kyo and the manager end up together, he's still such a softie for her. I feel like after seeing how Kyo acts around her the team wasn't surprised that they ended up together and kinda expected it.

- what if manager reader and Kyotani kiss 😳👉👈

- hi I love your seijoh manager aus! They’re so cute and wholesome but also very chaotic 😭 I have a request,, if yn and kyo end up together then can you do a scenario where the boys find out and are like 👁👄👁 huh, u choose the dog?? NDJJS IDK KYO IS SO UNDERRATED BUT N E WAYS ILY AND YOUR SERIES YOURE SO TALENTED 😭💕

i totally not already planned this part from the last part 

tw: hint of abuse

ALSKDFJASDKJAFKLDSJFLKA HINATA SAID NYOOM 

so,,, yep lets start

hehehehehehehe kyo is so protective like bls be mine

even though miyo has been expelled and doesnt mess w you anymore, he still looks out for you and makes sure no one messed w you

like he actually goes to the first floor immediately and leans on the wall outside your class so he could walk with you to the gym or to lunch

at first, you thought it was bc oikawa told him to look out for you but when you found out it was competely all him, you were so soft for him and appreciative at him taking the time to go to you

like one day after class, you were planning on just eating lunch inside the classroom with kunimi and kindaichi but you were thirsty and felt stuffed in the room so you excused yourself to go eat at the roof

as you opened the door, you came face-to-face with the blonde upperclassman and you were so shocked that you closed the door on impulse

you said haha not today satan

but you realized who he was and hurriedly opened it

‘ohmagod im so sorry kyo-san!’

he shrugged

‘its fine’

you smiled apologetically and cleared your throat

‘so,,, what can i do for you, kyo-san?’

he shoved his hands in his pockets bc in truth, he didnt really know, but he caught sight of your bento on your hands

‘the roof?’

he asked making you look at him, impressed

‘howd you know?’

‘if youre not eating in there, the roof would be the only other place youd eat, right?’

you leaned against the doorway and reached forward to rub his arm

‘you stalking me now, kyo-san?’

he narrowed his eyes and looked away

but he grabbed your hand before interlacing your fingers and you were shocked to be dragged with him to somewhere in the school

‘the roof’

was all he said and you quickly kept up to pace with him until you arrived your destination at the top of the school

it was quite a cloudy day so the sun was actually out of view but it wasnt going to be a rainy day

the temperature was slowly getting colder since you were now transitioning from fall to winter but you didnt care bc it was still fresh air

you hurriedly tugged him forward and sat him down next to you so you both were seated together

‘do you not eat lunch kyo-san?’

‘no. i dont have time’

he pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them while you laid your legs on a straight line in front of you so you could rest the box on your lap

kyo laid his cheek on his arm as he watched you excitedly unwrap the cloth and open the mint-green lid to reveal the rice and tamagoyaki with chicken bites inside

‘itadakimasu!’

you softly clapped your hands then positioned your chopsticks but you paused, head turning to kyo

he felt like he was caught stealing something lmao stealing glances get it so he quickly averted his gaze to the railing that surrounded the roof

you delicately placed a hand on his arm which gave you his attention and you raised a piece of the egg dish

‘one?’

you offered and he shook his head but you pouted at him making him sigh then open his mouth

now you were no gorgon ramsai im cackling sorry but you could cook since your mother believed that you werent a girl unless you knew how to cook

his eyes were shining as he chewed and you giggled before holding up another piece which he quickly snatched up

‘ill bring you your own bento tomorrow kyo-san~!’

and you did

the next day, you waited for him at your class and when you caught sight of him walking from your class window, you bounced up in your seat, startling kindaichi from eating his noodles

‘y/n?’

kunimi questioned but you werent even looking at him

‘ill see you later, aki!’

you waved and opened the door to go to kyo, who lowkey got scared when you just ran up to him

he raised his hand to ruffle your hair and you got closer to him and held out the blue box

‘here. as promised’

he held the box and stared at it, like it was the first time someone gave him this

you took his surprise as gratitude and grabbed his hand, swinging it as you talked about your lessons on your way to the roof

when he opened it, he lifted the first container and saw what was hiding at the very bottom shelf

it was a serving of famima chicken with its wrapper stil intact

‘how-’

‘saw you eating it when you first joined the team. then i started noticing you eating it whenever we go to the convenience store’

the fact that you were so perceptive towards him brought an unfamiliar feeling inside him that made his heart thump and stomach to tickle

‘dont worry, kyo-san! i made sure everything was good!’

your eyes closed due to the intensity of your grin and you raised a thumbs up to prove your word further

he blinked at you and truly thought you were an angel

an angel sent down to help a lost hope like him?

was that you?

were you his angel?

during practice, he was actually very calm and collected and wasnt pushing anyone at all which surprised everyone

iwaizumi even stared at him confusingly and if iwa was looking at him like that, the entire team knew something was up

‘oi, kyotani, you good? you sick?’

rip 2020 would like to know your location

the fake blonde turned to him and shook his head, face free of any glare or irritation

in fact, he looked like a completely different person if not for the hair

‘im good’

he answered

‘did they have a buy one get one sale on that chicken of yours?’

oikawa tested

if he answered him, something was definitely wrong

‘no. i dont think so’

yep, something was wrong

oikawa was screaming and shouting that the world was going to end while the others were laughing, panicking, and worrying while iwa just stood there, staring at his underclassman

you returned from filling up the bottles and was confused at the state of the team

‘i-um-what happened’

kyo’s ears perked up at your voice and he bounded up to you like a doggie seeing its owner come home

you smiled and reached up to place a hand on his shoulder with ease bc he was one of the shorter players therefore easier to reach

‘did oikawa-san break again?’

you asked and he nodded

‘hes being an idiot’

he mumbled

‘hes just being oikawa-san, kyo-san. you still have to respect him as your captain, remember that’

you said and he rolled his eyes but nodded anyways

‘fine. only because you said so’

iwa was watching this interaction with very wide eyes and his confusion only grew like 10 million times

kyotani kentarou never answered to anyone and if he did, that must be earned

as far as iwa knew, kyo was just so soft to you and treats you so different than the 7.8 billion people in the world

no person in the world could ever get kyo to act like that except you

and there had to be a reason

and iwa was pretty sure he knew

after practice, you were scheduled to look after the cats in shinsou’s house so you were going to walk with kyo

he was impatiently waiting for oikawa to finish talking to you until his patience just snapped and he grabbed you and lifted you up to his arms then just started walking, surprising everyone in silence

you instinctually wrapped your legs around him and held on to his shoulders tightly while his arms were bounded around your waist

‘OI! KYOKEN-CHAN! HOW DARE YOU STEAL Y/N-CHAN!’

oikawa was punching the air

you placed your cheek on his shoulder and let out a breathy chuckle

‘you couldnt wait for another second, kyo-san?’

‘the trash was starting to reek’

you laughed and grimaced at the laughter that bubbled out of you

‘so mean, kyo-san!’

your laughter made him subconsciously smile and he held you closer, placing his chin on your shoulder as he continued on the trek to the familiar purple house

once you did arrive though, kyo refused to let your hand go

ope reference?

‘kyoooooo~! cmon! let me gooo~!’

‘no’

he grumbled and continued to hold your hand tighter as you tried to tug it free so you could walk up the gates to your employer

‘i need to work~! pleeeease~!’

you whined but he scrunched his nose in distate, pulling your hand forward so you stumbled into his chest where he wrapped both arms to cage you in

‘no. i dont want you with that grape head’

he growled lowly making you laugh and you turned so your ear would be right above his heart

it was beating fast

his scent travelled up your nose and you closed your eyes, snuggling even further

cherry blossoms and vanilla with the slightest hint of sandalwood

‘i need to go’

you mumbled but he gripped your tighter

‘stay with me’

he whispered 

tbh you wouldve if literally hizashi-san didnt catch you at the front of his house cuddling

it was quite an embarrassing encouter when he wouldnt stop talking about it and you had to actually push him and aizawa out the door 

‘we were really rooting for hitoshi but do what makes you happy, dear!’

‘hizashi-san, please!’

you werent really aware of how clingy kyoken was and it only caught your attention when during one of your lunch (dates), he clinging on to you

your position has now shifted so you were sitting between his legs while you fed him food and he would rest his chin on your shoulder to watch the clouds and sky

‘kyo-san, did something happen? youre clingier than usual’

he shook his head and buried his face in your neck

‘allergies’

he whispered and you leaned your head on top of his, continuing on eating your food

‘hey, kyo-san, do you think it will snow soon? we’re getting into december already so it would snow soon, right?’

you asked and he emerged from his spot

‘i hope so. that would be nice. we need a little more snow now and then’

im SCREAMING RIGHT NOW AND TEARS ARE WELLING UP IN MY EYES HELP-

‘yea. yea. when it falls, i want to go out and stand in it. if we’re lucky, we could have a snowball fight up here. whaddya think, kyo-san?’

pls dont blast at me with the timeline bc tbh my timeline is so messed up and if i was to fix that, id basically have to scrap this entire series bc of how messy with the timeline it is

‘yea. we will’

he hugged you tighter that day

when he didnt show up for practice, you were frantically looking for him

did he skip?

you knew how he struggled not being able to play with the others and missing this opportunity wasnt something he would do

and you were worried where he was and he might be hurt somewhere

you ran out of the gym and out of the school grounds, running through the alleys and any secluded area bc he mustve had a bad day and wanted to get away

indeed, you found him in the alleyway and you were horrified at his bloodied face and ruffled clothing

he was seated on the floor, head leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, even oblivious to the dogs and cats that were worriedly nudging him

‘kyo-san!’

you shrieked and his eyes flew open and he quickly stood up to run but you were quicker and restrained him with your arms around his middle

it was so bad

his foster family,,,, everything was such a mess

he trembled in your arms and you felt his fear, his terror, and you gently, but firmly, held him so you could look at his face

he was staring at the floor angrily, tears welling up in his eyes and you shakingly placed a hand on his cheek, bringing it down so he could rest his forehead against yours

assuring words would fall deaf to his ears so you didnt even bother

instead, you tried to hold his hand, ignoring the flinching, but gently held it and brought it up to rest on top of where your heart would be

his eyes closed and your forehead nuzzled against his 

‘feel my heartbeat. recognize me, as it beats for you’

you whispered to him, his other hand shakingly touching the hand that was on his face so he could caress it and he moved his head, placing a kiss on your palm

‘its beating for kenta-kun,, no foster family, no volleyball team, nobody else and nothing else matters but my heartbeat, so focus on it. because this is everything i could give you so treasure it, please’

you whispered, your own tears falling, hurting for your love

okay im full sobbing

‘and the snow. it will snow soon and you and i,,, we will go outside and we will play in the snow. the world will turn white but your colors will still paint my sight. let my heartbeat be your colors and let me color your canvas during the snow, kyo-san. it will beat for you, and only you, for as long as you let it. your heartbeat has painted mine already and its the most beautiful colors ive ever seen’

he cried for the first time that day, not in pain or sadness, but in happiness, because he can finally see it

your love and your colors starting to brighten the black and red hes grown accustomed to and helping him see, indeed, the world was beautiful

but it was truly your colors that made him realize that

kyotani and you stayed in that position for a long time and yahaba, who went after you, saw and quickly ran back to the gym to assure that you were alright and kyotani was safe, in your arms

after the natsu fiasco, he was a frequent visitor in your house and your family gets the gist of yanno, his home life, and your mother even gave him the spare key of the house

‘if y/n-chan trusts you, i do too’

yall what 😭

at night, you would lay out at the backyard, laying side-by-side and pointing at the stars and making up stupid stories as to why that star was brighter than the other or why the moon was built like that

but kyo was more focused, much happier, that he can see everything so much clearer and better

he turned his gaze from the stars to you beside him, your hair spreading out beneath you and your eyes sometimes disapperaing when you would laugh too hard

‘i wonder why the night sky is blue instead of black like the universe’

you wondered out loud but kyotani whispered something you didnt think youd ever hear from him

‘because you let me paint everything with my colors and i refuse to let you see something that i suffered seeing my entire life’

you returned his gaze and this was the real kyotani kentaro

not kyoken,

not kenta-kun

kyotani kentaro

and my god was he beautiful

he kissed you that night

it wasnt anything lustful, nothing aggressive, but not exactly gentle

it was a perfect balance of need yet hesitance that made it so much more powerful and important because it relayed the unspoken words that he had the hardest time letting out

and that was okay with you

kyo’s eyes and touch said everything he wanted to say

there was no one in sight, no body to judge the violent boy and the kind girl, just you and him with the man in the moon, gently smiling that the so-called lost cause finally found his redemption

okay that serious and sad stuff is finally out of the way and no more crying this time so dont be sad anymore :(

your relationship was never something you flaunted around or bragged about bc you and kyo were pretty private people so nobody really knew bc kyo still acted the way he would when oikawa would flirt you but yahaba noticed

oh lordie he noticed

he noticed kyo was much angrier when oikawa does his antics and he would stick closer to you, exchanging bashful smiles with you

the team only noticed when you seemed to just glow

like not like a glowstick 

but like your,,, aura,,, 

you laughed more, you smiled more, you teased everyone more

you were so,,, you

they had a hunch that something happened between you and kyo but they were never really sure

but ehehehe they confirmed it alright

the third years: mattsun, makki, iwa, and oiks were walking down the hallway when again, someone peaked out the window and saw you and kyo by the shade and you were perfectly angled so they could see the two of you

you were pressed against the wall while kyo was hovering over you with an arm beside your head while his hand was caressing your hip

makki let out a chortled scream that caught the attention of the others and he pointed at you two wordlessly

omg WAS KYOTANI SMILING

they watched as kyo smiled then teased you by kissing your nose, then your cheeks

‘kyo, kiss me right!’

you whined but giggled

kyotani had a teasing smirk but continued kissing you everywhere but where you wanted

‘hm? here? or here?’

right below your ear was your ticklish spot and he knew that so his kisses there tickled you and sent you on a giggling spree

‘kyo~~~!’

finally, he relented and gave you a sweet, yet passionate kiss that always managed to leave you breathless

that was when oikawa went on a rampage

well, he waited until classes were over but during practice, oh girl he went on a rampage

‘Y/N, KYOTANI!’

everyone knew he was serious when he didnt call them with those ridiculous nicknames

ngl you were scared too but kyo just glared at him

‘what’

he grumbled but you instinctively placed a hand on his arm

‘are you dating now, y/n, kyotani?’

iwa gently asked but oikawa was being oikawa

oikawa glared at you then pouted

‘OUT OF EVERYONE HERE, YOU CHOOSE THE DOG?!’

everyone gave each other nervous looks bc they kinda expected this but oikawa asking it like that made them sweat

they expected kyo to blow up but it was you who glared at oikawa, standing protectively in front of kyo

‘and what about it?’

you hissed and oikawa jumped, a hand over his heart

‘REALLY, Y/N-CHAN?! HIM?!’

‘yea and whats the problem with it? how is it your business? why do i need to validate my feelings for him? who do you think you are?’

oml kyo had to drag you out of there bc you were seriously about to fight oikawa for even having the NERVE to say that to you

like kyo held you up with his arms under your armpits as you were kicking the air and wanting to go back in there

‘no! let me go! kyo! i will hit him! come on! baby please!’

you whined and continued kicking

as much as kyo wanted to see you violently hit oikawa, he knew you would feel bad about it later and be guilty for hurting your captain

‘puppy, please. youre too angry right now and i will not sit there and listen to you whine and be sad that you hit oikawa tonight’

you hmphed and crossed your arms

he finally set you down but he wrapped his arms around you from behind and he placed a kiss on your cheek

‘but im really happy though. im really happy that you would fight for me’

but you stayed mad, pouting and looking away with your arms crossed

it was a cute sight honestly

‘of course i would. i would fight anyone who says stuff about you because i love you’

you ranted, just realizing what you said when you finished

no one has exactly said the ‘L’ word yet so you were partly scared that you said it

but kyo laughed then kissed your neck affectionately

‘i love you too, but my puppy is a nice, gentle, kind, little angel’

every compliment earned you a kiss and your tough and angry act finally slipped and you were giggling in his arms

‘yanno, if someone were to see you like this, they would think youre an impostor’

you commented in between giving him little pecks

he shrugged

‘meh. i dont care. i have you so i dont really care what they say about me. but now about you on the other hand-’

you slapped him on the chest

‘you hypocrite! youd fight someone for me but not me fighting someone for you?! how mean!’

you faked a look of surprise but he silenced you with a last kiss

‘youre so cute, y/n. my baby’

the team was a little bit in shambles while you two were away with the third years basically crying and pouting but they really did see this coming so no one was genuinely surprised, even oikawa

‘she really picked him, huh?’

iwa mumbled, a sad smile on his face as if he was just realizing it now

it was something they shouldve easily seen coming and accepted as kyo was so different around you and you treated him so much more than the rest

but why did it hurt so much?

as i mentioned before, they were all really hurting though because in a way, you were their first love

but they wish you to be happy and for kyotani to treat you right because you deserved the universe and more

TIME SKIP!!!!

OH YES I LOVE THIS!!!!

so basically, from my estimation, the timeskip is about 9 years after the third years graduate

so you are like 25 while kyo is 26

lets say you got a job as an editor alongside some guy named akaashi keiji while kyo was still playing volleyball

you got,,,, married quite early like tanaka and kiyoko and you have some minis running around

god decided to give you twins as children like a year after yall wed and currently, you were,,,, having another one??

ehehehe this part made my heart balloon up

imma make it so that kyo actually went to see the olympics with you and your kids are like 3 and theyre actually volleyball fans due to the influence of their uncles and father and partly you

it was easy to get tickets bc iwa literally works for the team and tooru is literally a player and they really wanted to see their godchildren

ngl the team was salty bc you picked them two as godfathers but next time, theyre making you pick out of a hat for your future child

so here you were, each parent carrying a child, lets say the girl is naomi while the boy is naoki, and the girl was wearing a mini argentina oikawa jersey that he specially got for his goddaughter while iwa got naoki a mini kageyama jersey just to spite oikawa

they each were wiggling in excitement to see their uncles and omg imma switch it again that the whole seijoh team is literally there like the og gang is there and watching the olympics

naoki and naomi were excitedly looking around at the unfamiliar faces and kyo was laughing when naomi tugged his collar when she saw her godfather’s picture upclose

‘papa! its kawa! kawa!’

she giggled and he ruffled her mini pigtails

‘it is, isnt it, mimi-chan’

while your son was calmly in your arms, you watched your husband and child interact with each other and her giggling as he tickled her nose

‘y/n-chan! kyoken!’

a familiar shout from only one person made you turn and see oikawa with the others at the back

of course he was huddled in a jacket to not attract attention but the og seijoh volleyball team was back together after so many years apart

‘kawa! hi!!’

naomi wiggled and she told her dad to let her down so she could run up to oikawa who was a few feet away

naoki also caught sight of his idol and you let him run after his sister but crash into the strong arms of iwaizumi

‘hello zumi’

naoki mumbled

‘hey little man! how are you?’

you gave everyone hugs and went to go to a restaurnt nearby to be away from the chaos of the people and kyo could tell you were getting tired standing

he helped you sit on a chair but you kept on grumbling to him

‘kenta, ive been pregnant before, with two! im fine, okay? so stop worrying’

kyo scrunched his nose but flicked your forehead

‘of course i have to worry. you have a literal human being inside of you’

‘well-’

but he used his hand to scrunch your cheeks to prevent you from speaking

‘what? hm, what was it, doll?’

the team gagged 

‘seriously! we suffered 3 years of this already! stop it!!’

kindaichi whined 

you stuck your tongue out at him and everyone got settled on their seats before ordering their food

the children were being entertained by the others and you were giggling at the antics of your friends

‘honestly, you all are nearly 30 yet you still act like children’

you scolded but had a smile on your lips to show you were actually teasing

‘and you act like youre 50 just because youre married with kids’

kunimi countered with his tongue out

you gasped before trying to reach over the table and snatch the tongue out of his mouth

‘come here you litte-’

but kyo gently sat you back down with a stiff smile

‘baby, doll, darling, love, i swear you forget youre not 18 anymore. please youre gonna send your husband to an early grave if you keep acting like this’

he whined, fake crying and the team was so shocked to see him still acting like this 

‘oh my god, y/n-chan, how did you ever get kyoken-chan to be like this? did you brainwash him?’

oikawa mumbled

‘papa dont cry’

naoki tried to reach over the table from iwa’s arms to his father who he thought was really crying

yahaba shook watari in cuteness and mattsun turned to makki

‘can we get one?’

makki scoffed and hit him but still laughed

‘papa is worried that mama will hurt your baby brother, nao-kun’

kindaichi choked on his drink while oikawa screeched, holding naomi tighter

‘BROTHER?! ITS A BOY?!’

the guests in the restaurant were startled by the shriek from the argentina player and you gave kyotani a betrayed look

‘urusai, oikawa!’

kyotani snarled, face turning red at his blunder

‘CAN I BE GODFATHER THIS TIME?!’

‘YAHABA YOU IDIOT! ITS ME!’

‘WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! YOU SHUT UP MATSUKAWA! ITS ME!’

‘OIKAWA YOU GREEDY LITTLE BIT-!’

‘SHUT UP OR I SWEAR TO GOD!’

you slammed your hands on the table, on your feet and glaring down at the men

naoki and naomi were already used to their mother yelling at uncle mattsun and uncle makki so they were snickering at their uncles terrified face

‘mama, they scared’

naoki commented, fiddling with iwa’s jacket zipper

‘its like y/n-chan and kyoken-chan switched personalities or something’

oikawa muttered, still looking wide-eyed at you

‘that’s it. kenta, hold my purse-!’

‘BABY, WHAT-!’

oh my god it was a sight to see

you have this <6 feet professional olympic volleyball player being hit by a pregnant short woman with her shoe and a bleach-blonde man trying to hold her hands so she alternated to kicking

‘y/n-chan! wait!’

‘nearly a decade later and 2 children later, y/n-chan still knows how to hit’

watari watched with a fond smile, reminiscing their old volleyball times

‘will y/n-chan be okay?’

yahaba worriedly asked but naomi gave him a smile that was a copy/paste of her father’s

‘no, uncle baba. its if kawa would be okay’

while everyone else laughed,

oikawa screamed

AND THATS A WRAP! if its not what you guys wanted, not gonna lie, i was even hesitant to write this part because as much as i love kyo, hes quite a hard character to understand and write for, but i didnt want him to be the typical brute caveman child, instead i wanted this to be like him showcasing that hes not just a screaming man but hes a scared boy whos awkward and doesnt know how to express himself. also, its not canon in the manga or the anime, but i put that he was in the foster system and they werent,,, nice,,,, so thats why he knew first aid bc he had to do it on himself and why he was so calm about her getting hurt and treating her. but thank you for reading this one and im about to write an iwa and an oikawa so expect that in the future!!!

[charlieswanwhore]

She (Ginny Weasley x Sapphic! Reader)

notes: can you tell im in love with Ginny Weasley? also my first post in MONTHS im so sorry

masterlist

warning: none :) the end if kind of rushed sry

I'd never tell No, I'd never say a word And oh, it aches But it feels oddly good to hurt

Your soft voice bounced around the stone walls of your dorm. Your hands were raw at this point from playing the guitar and writing for hours. You finally finished the song you had written that expressed your feelings. Humming along while tuning your guitar, you were startled by your best friend and dormmate, Ginny Weasley.

“You’re really good, you know,” her low voice comes from behind you. Looking back at the dorm entrance you saw her coolly leaned against the arch, books in hand, school robes keeping her warm.

Shit. She heard you? You literally wanted anything but anyone to hear it.

Trying to not show too much shock, you muttered a nervous thank you. “Oh, yea, thanks, Gin,” Ginny smiled then ran to the four poster next to yours, sitting directly across from you. “How much of it did you hear?”

“Most of the song, I reckon,” Shitshitshitshit. “Well, I mean, not really. I heard your voice but I couldn’t really hear any of the words since I was just down the hall.” Ginny smiled. She had no clue you were singing a song about her. Thank Godric. Relief washed over you until she spoke up again, “Will you play it for me?”

“Play what?” You were dumbstruck with stress still that your mind went blank.

“The song you were just playing,” Ginny giggled and gave eyes of encouragement. That giggle triggered the butterflies to be let out into your stomach, fluttering around as if it is the first time they have seen day. Her laugh was always one of your favorite things. 

“Oh! Yeah, duh. Um, I-I don’t know. I mean, it isn’t gr-” you scrambled to make excuses but Ginny interrupted.

“Oh come on, Y/N. I know it’s amazing. Besides, I am your best friend, I won’t judge even if it was bloody awful,” she grabbed your hand while talking you up. You stared at your hand holding her paled, freckled one. Now you were more nervous than ever. 

You shut your eyes before sighing, “Fine! Fine! But you owe me a butterbeer from the Three Broomsticks today,” you pointed at her with stern eyes. Taking in a deep breath before going to strum you saw her get comfortable and wear the biggest smile ever. You soon blushed but the nerves flooded you again. “Ginny, are you sure? My throat is a litt-”.

“Y/N!” she giggled before you responded defensively with an ‘OK’.

Ginny was patient as you got into your zone of focus. After what felt like forever for you, your fingers began to strum. You were doing it, you were playing her the song. Out of nerves to start the lyrics, you played the beginning intro a few too many times before the lyrics spewed from your mouth. You saw from the corner of your eye that Ginny grinned bigger as she saw your mouth open.

Am I allowed, to look at her like that?

And just like that, Ginny’s expression changed at the word “her.” It wasn’t a negative expression, just a curious one. A curious look that was almost permanently on their mutual friend Luna Lovegood’s face. Ginny mouthed the word “her” before tuning into you singing the rest of the song.

Could it be wrong, when she’s just so nice to look at?

This was the point in Ginny’s head that solidified the idea that you were singing about a girl and that she didn’t hear you wrong the first time. There was initial shock at first but overall acceptance to her best friend.

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep She tastes like pumpkin juice and peach Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture And she means everything to me, oh

That was the verse that you were scared to sing to Ginny the most. 

Your head flashed to the day you and Ginny learned about amortentia with their Potions class. Everyone in the class announced what they smelled, but when it got to you, you had to think fast to cover up your answer which would make it almost obviously that you smelled Ginny. “I smell cologne and... today’s breakfast,” your whole class giggled. 

Ginny poked you in the ribs, “Almost no one ate whatever it was that they gave us for breakfast,” she pondered, “except Ron.” Her eyes went wide when she thought she put together puzzle pieces. “You like Ron!” she whispered, not quiet enough for us to not earn a glare from the Professor, though. You shrugged, you wanted her off the topic. You began to listen to the rest of your class announce what they smell, pretending that what you said didn’t matter. 

And I'll be okay admiring from afar 'Cause even when she's next to me We could not be more far apart

It was true. Although you and Ginny were attached at the hip and knew almost everything about each other, you could not feel more distanced. It wasn’t anything that was Ginny’s fault. It was your own. You were keeping a secret from her. And it wasn’t a secret such as ‘Once I wore your favorite jumper without asking,’ it was that you were in love with her. Hell, Ginny didn’t even know that you liked girls. You created such a large wall to protect yourself and your friendship with Ginny. 

And she tastes like birthday cake and storytime and fall But to her, I taste of nothing at all

Your voice got especially raw at that last lyric. You knew she fancied Harry. You knew she only saw you as a friend. You were never more than a friend. Honestly, you had no clue whether or not Ginny would ever swing your way, but you always assumed that she wouldn’t, you did so to protect your feelings.

Ginny was still grinning. Though she had a curious look on her face, she also looked proud. Which, honestly, you are proud of yourself. You are proud of singing in front of her, for coming out to her, and maybe, if it works out, you’ll be proud of being hers.  

And she means everything to me Yes, she means everything to me She means everything to me

You closed out the song slowly. You emotions were on edge. You were proud, sad, curious, nervous, and happy all at the same time. Once the guitar stopped vibrating with noise, Ginny began to vocalize her thoughts.

“Y/N! That was so beautiful! The lyrics, your voice... and ‘she’? Y/N! Why didn’t I know?!” she jumped to her feet and softly clapped. You sure hope she meant you liking girls, not being madly in love with her. 

Blushing, you messily thank her, “Oh- I- I- Thanks, Gin, I really appreciate it,” you awkwardly said, putting your guitar away as Ginny sat next to you on the bed.

“Don’t avoid the question, Y/N/N” she said staring at you sternly.

“What question?” Now you were playing dumb. You wanted to end this moment as soon as possible, you prayed that your friends would come to the door any second saying that they were ready to go to Hogsmeade. 

Without forcing the harsh question, Ginny tried to guide you into answering patiently. “You know... ‘She...’ Merlin, Y/N, that you like girls!” she rolled her eyes playfully before poking you in the ribs.

“Oh...right. I don’t know, it just never came up?” you tried to dumb the situation down but you knew you weren’t going to get away with it.

“‘It never came up,’ Yeah right, Y/N! We have definitely talked about who we like before. I just thought it was Ron all this time, haha! Ron... Thank Godric you don’t fancy my brother,” she was more happy than you thought she would be. It comforted you, but you knew what her next question was going to be. 

There was a moment of comfortable silence and calming from the laughing. Ginny then broke that silence, quiet at first. “Um, who is it about? Who is ‘She’?”

There it was. The question you absolutely dreaded.

Looking at her was the scariest moment you have ever experienced. She had to be pulling your leg. You name dropped her literal scent and favorite foods. Meeting her eyes made your stomach drop. You noticed Ginny’s eyes holding a bit of sympathy welded into the curiosity. Did she know it was about her and felt bad? Was she going to be able to tell from your nervous facial expression?

Her beautiful eyes were a trance that almost took her out of her nervous and repeating thoughts. The one thing that did was a group of Gryffindors stopping at your door way.

“Ginny, Y/N, everyone is starting to leave for the Hogsmeade, you ready?” a Gryffindor boy you both were friendly with asked, a few other Gryffindors behind him. 

Both of you jumped up and scrambled to get ready, “Yea, we will be there soon, thank you for letting us know!” you said, dressing warm in a quick manner. You were thankful that your classmates interrupted the moment. You wouldn’t mind staring into Ginny’s eyes anytime except for now.

You both quickly headed down to the entrance of the school, meeting with friends. There was tension between you too, nothing negative, just awkward. You tried to wipe the last five minutes from your brain to enjoy Hogsmeade with Ginny and your friends, but negativities swirling in your head made it hard, especially when Ginny kept stealing (what looked like sympathetic) looks at you the entire trip.

***

Walking back from Hogsmeade in the winter was awful. For one, it was too cold for what warm robes everyone had on. On the other hand, Ginny was staring bullet holes into your head the entire time. You couldn’t tell if they were pity or curiosity, but to be honest, you wanted to avoid the situation of finding out as much as possible. 

Dinner in the Great Hall was going to be served in about an hour so everyone freezing down to their bones has dedicated the hour to running to their dorms and warming up as soon as possible. Ginny wasn’t an exception to that, she bolted up the stairs leaving you alone to your slow walking. You planned to walk as slow as you could and take as many detours on the moving stairs as you could. When you did walk into your dorm much later, Ginny, now dressed in warmer clothes and slippers, greeted you.

“Y/N! What took you so long? I thought you would’ve run up here to get warm!”

Your eyes shot down to the floor as you paced your way to your four poster, “Oh, just took the long route,” you shrugged, hoping she’d leave it be. 

“Y/N,” you turn around towards the voice, which has now moved right behind you. 

“Close your eyes,” Ginny said. Nervously, you close your eyes.

It is nothing but darkness for a bit. That is until you feel a tug on your neck from your scarf. That loses your focus before it is on the pair of soft lips on yours.

She was kissing you. Ginny Weasley was kissing you.

The kiss was short and sweet but enough to make you shocked and have butterflies brewing between the two of you. 

After pulling apart, Ginny speaks up, “you taste of... butterbeer and... sugar quills,” she grins softly.

You stared wide eyed at the doe eyed girl. She reads the shock on your face and is immediately filled with regret.

“Oh Godric, the song wasn’t about me, was it? I just thought so since some of the clues connected with me and I have been in love with you for two years so I guess I just assumed. Godric, this is so embarass-” Ginny’s nervous ran was cut off by a kiss between you. This kiss was longer. Your arms were around eachother, breath was running out fast. 

“It’s you, you dork. The song is about you,” you confess before kissing her once again.