#cmon ​he had a hard enough time typing on a computer

[swagmaster6001]

hes still figuring this “texting” thing out..

[solluve]

luxiem school drabbles!!

I was vv busy due to exams and test huhuu, I still have a upcoming final exam

noctyx ver coming out soon !!!

modern school au but you lowkey have a rivalry in most of them!!!I HATE SCHOOL

warning; kissing/ mentions (belehg) long passage be warned, lowkey bad ass writing lmfao IM EMBARSSED

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vox

You were terribly annoyed, you had every right to be! Once again, the embodiment of the devil had beaten you again for test scores, and he was shoving it right in your face.

"Really? A 85% y/n? Cmon, I seriously thought you could do better." His voice boomed in the hallways, you didn't even know why he had decided to follow you outside the classroom. Whatever goes on in the classroom, is suppose to stay. You had just hoped that the sea of people who block his view of you.

How did he even manage to get a higher grade than you? From what you knew, he'd simply just lean on his chair during class and break the dress code with those hideous flip flops. He wasn't even a teachers favorite! In fact, all teachers hated him, but all students had loved him. He wasn't super athletic, but he was decent at almost any sport the school threw at him. He just probably did it all for the girls and boys to fawn over. Who knows, maybe even a student had given him am extra study lesson in exhange for quality time or sports advice.

His tall stature gave him the advantage in the hallways however, despite your constant twist and turns around students and diffrent hallways, his pursuit continued until you reached your locker.

A loud slam erupted from the impact of hand to metal, and your head had shot to your side. One hand on the locker supported his figure, and he stared at you menacingly with a smirk ingraved into his features. Oh how you'd pay to rip it right off.

"Are you done following me, stalker? You won, whatever." You sighed and started to fumble with the combination code to your locker. You didn't understand why you were even nervous, you had no fear for this man at all, you just wanted him gone.

"Stalker? how hurtful y/n! But Besides, I'm not done celebrating. Don't you think I deserve something for my first ever win?" He boasted, you could still see the crumbled up paper that represented his test score smashed agasint the locker.

"I have nothing to give besides my congratulations. Now shoo." You peered stadight into his crimson hues, he was clearly amused by your defensive behavior.

"Well, I guess I should just claim my victory reward then. Every treasure needs hard work anyways" he sighed, and quickly cupped your face with his hands, smashing his lips onto yours.

Your eyes had sprawled in shock, not once during it did your body relax, but you didn't complain either.

He pulled away playfully, a crescent smile was painted onto him, it looked so much better than that menacing smirk.

"I dont remember that being a part of the war?!"

"You don't even remeber the test answers. 85%."

like he smashed ur lips onto yours, you smashed your leg up his

okok I'll stfu

______

shu (love this mf too)

How could you even compete with this man?! If vox was the devil, he was the angel. He was top of your computer science class, and it didn't even look like he paid attention either. Did he join this class just to show off? Or is this some type of help-failing-students-in-computer-sceince program he was in. Your dear freind had failed that class until they got tutor by the magical man, and all of a sudden they improved gradually! We're all your lectures never enough for them?! You were already a decent student in the class, you turned about an assignment or two late every month, but that was just it! So why did he have to show up and "out do" you in anything with such a nice persona?! There was something up, you just knew it. There had to be something sinister and evil about this oh so perfect shu yamino. And it was your death wish to find out!

And the only way somebody would start such a difficult mission is to be with the man himself.

"Aha, Shu Yamino, may I please discuss something with you?" You had asked right when the bell had rung, Computer science was your last peroid, so you didn't think you'd be bothering him as much. He had given you a nod to continue as he began to shut off his computer and collect his stuff, you had gone completely silent until he fully turned towards you with a questioning look.

Honeslty up front he was better looking than you had thought. You never came to realize his highlights in his hair, or the way his middle part resembled a banana more than you had made it seem to be in your head, longer yet slightly thinning hair as it went down adorned his neck and landed at around his collarbone. A v shaped smile and bright purple orbs had just combined everything together. You need to get YOUR act together too.

With a quick throat clearing and straighting of posture, you had finally spoke to your secretly worse enemy;

"I'm. Having...Trouble..?" Was all you can manage to put out. You could've slapped yourself in that moment, now he probably thinks your having trouble trying to form a simple sentence as well. But in response, a breathy chuckle emitted out of his vocal chords

"Trouble? Sure, on what specific topic?" Aha! He bought it so easily! You didn't ever think the nerd would be so easy to manipulate— no like seriously. It's concerning how easy that was.

"I'm having trouble on Algorithm." You blurted, honestly that was one of the most simplest stuff ever, it was honestly a requirement to know that before you took the class. You just sorta blurted it out. He had bought everything you had said so far, but he'd probably now doubt you. He knew you were smart, and knew that you avoided him like the plague. This was too obvious, it's better to abort the mission by no—

"Sure, when are you free? I can do today if that's sounds well."

oh.

"Aha! Great, I can do it.. at the Cafe nearby Lake ave..does that sound well?" Shit. It took all of your willpower to compose yourself. That was terribly unexpected, so much so that you honestly regretted everything. All you had to do now was wait until your doom.

You even forgot what this was all for.

You waited at the exact spot your proposed the idea too. A nervous wreck. You had to remind yourself half way what you were here for.

'Find the bad side of shu yamino'. All you had to do was act terribly stupid! Surely he would snap at you, and you'd finally find out the truth.

But here you were, shu yamino ever so patient. You had done everything! You asked stupid questions, you have fumbled with your paper. You even had thought about going to far lengths like spilling the mysterious drink he bought. You wonder what it even was, it smelled awful. For some reason however, the man never stopped smiling and holding his calm persona. It was a facade, you knew it! All it would take it a final push to break it down, despite everything you knew your were close.

With one more stupid question of repetition, he sighed and put down his pencil. Fianlly, you had succeed—

"Give it up. I know you."

huh? "Did you really think I'd fall for this? I know that your a good student, I just played along with everything. Right when you came up to me I automatically knee what you were up to! But, I enjoyed this date of ours very much."

Wait, date?

You were bummed and embarssed he had caught you, but maybe it was for good. Maybe your mission was just to get closer to shu.

and maybe you could mark it as successful.

________

mysta

How annyoing,, it was terribly difficult to work with that man! You prided yourself in making sure nobody had broken hallway rules, you were never annyoing when correcting and reminding people, but you were when it came to him.

Mysta Rias was not only one the schools pranksters, but the "make-yn-have-the-worst-day-everinator!" He'd constantly run in the hallways, sometimes even using school property to swing himself around like a parkour course! Like your math teacher isn't going to give you extra points becuase you jumped off the water fountain at a 90° angle. Maybe you can use your poor math skills to find out the damage cost of that same fountain.

And there he went again in the middle of transition blocks, shouts of students in discomfort as he pushed past them in a mocking manner. This time for sure you would catch him, you just...also need to push past the sea of people. In a action of haste you also discarded the murmurs and other children's grunts as you rushed past everyone, and you held a firm grip upon the brunette.

Finally, You had caught the mf! Now at it was left was to drag him to the principles office and stop his stupid antics. However, a kid with green eyes stared back at you with fear.

Wrong fucking kid.

The sea of people had cast out into there classes, you held onto the kid in total shock. This was so embarrassing!! YOU GRABBED THE WRONG KID. YOU HAD ONE JOB OML

You heard a menacing irrating laughter behind you, and you new who it fucking belonged to.

"LMFAOO, you deadass thought I was that mf?! Who do you think I am?!" A fucking idiot tbh..

In a mfing FLASH you had grabbed mysta instead, dragging his ass into the direction of the princapls office. He had chuckled on the way there..until he had relized where your actually taking him.

The cocky,, arrogant persona quickly changed into one of desperation.

"Wait, you can't take me there! That will be like my what, 15th visit?! Hey cmon, I thought we were freinds, in fact, more than that!! You can't just betray me like this!!" He had scrambled out of your grip and stood right back up, quickly grabbing your shoulders and putting you in place.

"How 'bout this, if you don't take me there, I'll reward you with..a kiss!"

you gon be a enemy of the state if he keeps this up

_______

luca

Where do I start with the Jock of the school. Definition of, "Bronze but no Brains." Infact, you were probably his brains. You tutored him a lot, much to the jealousy of practically everyone in the school. It was a pain to tutor him, it was like training a dog on how to play card games. He constantly tried to change the subject, and he constantly had tried to get YOU to work out with him. You were never interested in physical activity, you much had rather secured your diploma using academic skills. You honestly thought it was all pointless, you had to be terribly good at the sport to get a diploma, it was honestly heart wrenching to see kids go through it.

But not Luca, Luca had such a postive attuide, it was like he wasn't educated on how the world and school had worked. He believe everyone could get anything. Which is a good way to think about stuff, but it's not good to apply it to everything you do.

Luca had always told you the same exact thing however. "Try the sport! I'm sure you'll be amazing at it!" And you had always told him the exact thing, "No thank you."

You had repeated the same thing every time until it was his Birthday. The 10 of April, right when the temp began to rise into spring bliss.

"Its fmy birthday wish! That's all I want from you. No presents, gift, cake, nothing!" He shouted from across the study room, in which you angrily placed your finger to your lip in a an act to shut him up, but he still persisted.

You need to also teach him that presents and gift are  basically the same thing.

"Just try one sport, I'll be your coach! We can do it after school when nobody else is here so you won't feel embarrassed to fianlly move your noodle arms around!"

What a backhanded mf.

You had a headache from his nonsense, to the point you mindlessly told him 'fine' just so you could have a moment to yourself to recover. You had completely forgotten about it, until he dragged you onto the field.

You were already out of breath from running there, now you had to actually play the sport?! You didn't even get a pick! He immediately chose football. He chucked a football towards you, in which you immediately ducked for cover.

You both knew this was going to be a terribly long day.

Minutes turned into minutes, hours into hours, you had completely lost track of everything. You laid on the field in exhaustion, as he joined you a couple minutes later— for some reason. You don't remeber inviting him.

"So! That was fun, yeah?" You had groaned in response, but you wouldn't lie to him, it was terribly fun for once.

"Whatever, my body is going to feel terribly sore tomorrow."

"I could kiss it to make it feel better!"

punch him he has cooties

_________

Ike

He was honestly perfect, and honestly the most sane out of everyone. He was at the top of his class, and had his fair share of sports and extra circular activities. He put teachers to shame with his own knowledge. And that'd exactly where it had lead you to.

Somehow you had managed to get into a AP English class. You never knew why, maybe it was becuase they ran out of people and decided to throw in students who they thought they could do well, or maybe they actually thought you were smart! Option 1 sounds more realistic though.

Your class was assigned another essay to write, and honestly you were ar the verge of a breaking point. ANOTHER essay? You could've sworn you just finished one about an historical white man. But hey, who's keeping track? Your not even keeping track of the your cup of coffee that tipped off your desk.

A huge splash echoed through the class, and a damped feeling sunk into your uniform. Shit, did that really just happen? Your gaze turned to the cup of coffee that was fully ruined, and wasted among the floor. That was going to a pain to clean up.

But wait—that's not even the point! You don't care about how tedious it will be the clean up, you care about all the eyes on you and your uniform! This was terribly embarrassing, you didn't even know what to think, your mind simply went blank. The bi haired male started back at your from the other side of the classroom, and the teacher muttered something before going to grab the janitor. Your mind was completely blank, you could hear kids snickering amongst themselves. You didn't even feel like crying, you just prayed you were dreaming.

Amongst your frantic thoughts, a hand decorated in diffrent rings reached out to you. You had peered up to see the same Bi- color haired male, the same bi colored orbs gazing right back. He had a concerned smile, and he urged his hand closer, signaling you to take it. It was almost like he teleported from his seat to you.

"Your clothes, let's stop by the office to get another uniform." He muttered, and you gladly took it. You rather had been anywhere besides that classroom.

It was silent on the walk there, you were questioning a lot of things, but especially him. You could've sworn he didn't talk to anyone else, you saw him with a freind group once, but that was it. None of his freinds were in the same AP English class either, so it was werid why he was the one to offer to take you.

Maybe he pitied you that badly.

If only you recognized how he always stared at you in class, and it wasn't just becuase you spilled coffee everywhere that one day.

You were a nervous wreck, and he was for a completely diffrent reason.

──────────────────────── it's 1am I'm so tired I'll correct grammer in the morning 🫂🫂

[samikozume-todoroki]

Warning: straight crack

Masterlist | Request rules | Gen. Taglist

Wildchild memelord reader meeting the guys for the first time and love at first sight:

Bakugou Katsuki:

You bump into him

“WATCH WHERE YOURE GOING EXTRA!!!!”

Boom boom, fingy explosions, boom boom

Gets in yo face

Not in the sexy way tho😔✊

You back up slightly

“I have a thick skin but dude you are scary scary”

Does that cute confused thing^

Like no one has said that straight to his face, and not with such nonchalance either

He respects it

But he’s still confused

“W-what??”

“Also sir please get outta my bubble, I mean I don’t mind a hot guy getting all up in my space but like consent is sexc ya feel?”

You’re an idiot.

Katsuki likes idiots (bakusqaud cough)

“And that’s how your father met me kids😌💅✨”

“Y/n I’m older than you”

“Kiri shut up, don’t ruin the story of mom and dad meeting🥺”

Todoroki Shouto:

You come up to him after the sports festival

“Ay yo! That’s the ice zuko!”

Ice zuko??? What’s a zuko???

You grab his hands in that whole “I’m praying with/for you” position

“I believe in your redemption arc!! You got this Ice zuko!!”

“My name is shouto todoroki??? What’s a zuko???”

He ends up in some random strangers, yours, house binging Avatar the next few days.

and that’s the story of how you met your future hubby

and how y’all went to comic-con in Zuko and Mai cosplay

and how your three kids were named

“Alright Zuko, Aang, and Iroh let’s go to bed”

“I can’t believe you named your kids that”

“Shut up Midoriya, when you meet the love of your life through a show then you can talk”

Kirishima Eijirou:

You bumped into him at the mall

And fell into the fountain

He helped you out apologizing

“Ya know, I don’t think this is how you get a girl wet sir”

“Agsjsghsjs w-w-whAt”

*voice crack bAybEE*

“Ya I mean usually you take her out to dinner or y’all watch a movie then you lure her to the bed-“

“mAAAM PLEA-“

“I mean that’s how it goes in all the wattpad lemons hm. Not gonna lie tho, the view of you-“

Licks lips

“Is all I need”

Kirishima_Eijirou.exe stopped working

Wait or Restart?

“Yes he will gladly take your number”

Bless Kaminari, after hyena cackling his ass off, he stepped in

A true bro😔✊

“And that is how I seduced your future son-in-law!”

“Y/n we talked about this- get better pickup lines cmon your game is weak”

“And Kirishima honey, I’m disappointed in your pick up line tolerance”

Midoriya Izuku:

You fell from the sky

Well not really you just crashed through the ceiling

Landing on top of deku your dazed face looks into his eyes

“Damn I must’ve crashed into hell because you’re fucking hot”

Izuku is blushing yes but he’s also out of it cause he knocked his head

“Then baby there’s no way you’re an angel cause you’re dripping sin”

I made that up on the spot and I am proud, wow my own talent astonishes me🤩

“I may be an angel, but I will gladly sin for you”

You both are two inches away from a heated makeout session but-

Cough cough

“Dudes the whole class is still here”

Izuku finally snaps out of it and promptly faints in shock

Meanwhile you’re mad cause

NO HEAD?! *throws phone, jumps and snaps a skateboard*

Doodling you number on Izukus forehead you skip out of the classroom and back upstairs

“And that’s how we met Miss Midoriya!”

“Izuku you’re all grown up”😭

“Mom whAT-“

Kaminari Denki:

This motherfucker also has wild child memelord energy

And wild children meme lords attract

Like put some meme lords in a mile radius of the other and they will sniff each other out eventually

So your first day of UA you run into the class in the middle of English

Point straight at Denki, him out of his seat pointing straight at you

“BRO!””PIKABRO!”

“Shawty let me suckle on them toes”😫

“Only if you allow me to break your ankles and put you in a skirt cause you remind me of my mom”😫

“BRO! FEEL free! Please lure me into your basement!!”😫😫

“I ain’t paid enough for this bullshit” present mic leaves the classroom💀

“And that’s how the mafia works”🤩✨

“Dad you literally told us how y’all met where did mafia come from?”

“Denki we raised a wack ass kid wtf”

“Ikr like who put the stick up his ass”

“Parentals I’m literally right here how are you guys adults I cannot-“

Shinsou Hitoshi:

So like everyone knows he loves cats right???

All of UA knows too

“Hola cat boy! Can you do me a favor???”

You walk up to him in a cat costume

Not one of the skimpy ones

Sadly

Like a full on cat in the hat onesie type deal

“I didn’t know cat in the hat went to UA?”

“I heard ya like cats, and I need you, so I am a cat

I am now irresistible you have to do as I say”

“You would have had better luck if you wore a skimpy cat costume but I’ll hear you out. What do ya want?”

“Okay right so this dickwad decided “yo let’s take panty shots of random girls”

and I’m one of them

and like he took the picture with one of my comfty panties

so the picture isn’t even cute

and I want it back but he won’t give it to me

so like can you do your whole Jedi mind trick and get me the photo back???”

“Lmao,,, what???”

“Wat???”

“So you get sexually harassed and you’re more upset by the fact that you weren’t wearing cute panties???”

“When you put it like that it sounds bad”

“That’s because it is bad”

“Oh yeah now that you put it like that it is bad. Can you fuck up his shit too???”

Mans beats the fucker up black and blue, shreds all the photos, destroys the camera, memory stick thingy, deletes all gmail account data then the account, destroys laptop, computer, hard drives, phones, 3DS, etc. etc. thoroughly

“Wow when you smashed his 3DS in his balls that was very hot”

Make out session over a half dead body: check 💯✅

“And that was how I prevented a man from having kids”🥰

“God you’re so hot, I could fu-“

“Y/n. We are literally in public with all of our friends. Stop being horny”

“I can’t help it you’re so hot yummy yummy man🤩”

A/n: LMAO I’m rereading this after waking up. I wrote this ten minutes before I went to sleep and it shows cause my god this is a hot mess💀

Tagged: @mssyprsn

[seokiie]

𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚂𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚅𝚊𝚗 (𝙼)

+ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘱, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘢𝘯. 𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦. 

𝘖𝘳, 

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦. 

+ 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 3.5𝘬

+ 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘢𝘯/𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘏𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘬/𝘑𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯, 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨/𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬/𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪

+ 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘷𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪-𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘹??, 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘑𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦

On AO3

~

"How long till we get back?" Jungkook groans from where he's sat. Namjoon unlocks his phone and looks at the time. It's already past 12.

"I don't know, maybe another hour." Jungkook lets out another long dramatic groan before slumping back in his seat, mumbled curses slipping past his lips.

It was a particularly long shoot today and everyone was frustrated, to say the least. They couldn't quite capture the concept they were going for and it ended up with them staying later than they needed. On top of that, there was a problem with the car situation, and the person who was supposed to take you back to the agency couldn't show up. One of the managers insisted you squeeze yourself into BTS' van considering you were all going to the same place. They had to go back to the dorms, and you had to upload today's footage to your work computer.

You didn't know how to feel about this. BTS' van was... well, it was made for BTS. It had exactly seven seats. Seven. There was simply no room for you. Not to mention, your job was to record the boys, make sure there was content for their youtube channel. You're not supposed to actually interact with them. That just made this whole car situation even weirder. A little awkward, too.

You tried to decline the manager's proposition as respectfully as you could to a higher-up, but that didn't work. Taehyung walked over, his bag in his hand and his coat thrown over his shoulder.

"What's going on?" You looked up at the tall man. Even after following the boys for so long, you still couldn't tell the difference between Taehyung's resting face and his annoyed face. Either way, you felt bad for wasting everyone's time.

"The car that was supposed to pick up y/n here isn't showing up anytime soon. There was a crash on the highway and the traffic isn't moving at all." The manager turns his attention to the taller man and Taehyung crosses his arms and nods his head, showing he was listening.

"I'm telling her to get in your van since you're both heading to the same place, but she keeps refusing. Perhaps she's embarrassed?" The manager teases and you feel your body heat up. Riding in a van with seven other guys seems like a plot straight out of a porno. You shake that thought out of your head before you can delve deeper into it.

"It's not like we don't know her, she's been recording for us for a while. Don't be embarrassed, you can ride with us!" Taehyung pats the top of your head and smiles down at you. You let out a small laugh and nod okay. If Taehyung said so, there's no way you could refuse. You mentally facepalm at your inability to say no to hot people.

When Taehyung slides open the van door, all the members were already inside.

"Aish, Taehyung-ah, finally. We can finally go... home..." Seokjin's words falter when he notices the person standing beside him. You.

"Why's our camera lady here?" The confusion in Seokjins voice practically alerts everyone else in the van who wasn't paying attention. They all turn to you and Taehyung and god, are you embarrassed. You shift awkwardly on your feet.

"She has a name, numbnuts. Y/n over here doesn't have a car so she'll be riding with us." Taehyung wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his side. It reminds you of a protective brother. Brother. Just a brother, nothing else.

"Uh, yeah, that sounds great except we literally don't have room for another person." Hoseok takes out one of his AirPods and for a brief second, you two make eye contact before you look away, flustered. You're sure his words sound meaner in your head than they actually were.

"Jimin-ah, can you sit on Hoseokie-hyungs lap so y/n can have a seat?" Jimin looks over at Taehyung like he just kicked his dog. There's a brief silence before Taehyung speaks up again.

"Please? For me?" Taehyung pouts and makes little whining sounds. Honestly, his puppy dog face was extremely effective and you had to stop yourself from cooing at the older man.

"Ugh, I hate you. Fine. You owe me." Jimin hisses before unbuckling his seatbelt and sliding into Hoseok's lap. Hoseok's hands come to rest on the youngers waist almost too easily.

Taehyung nudges you lightly, silently ordering you to take the free seat that Jimin just gave up. You get in and Taehyung follows, closing the sliding door behind him.

Taehyung, you, Seokjin, Hoseok, and Jimin were the only ones in the back. Everyone else was in the row right before you and in front of them, there was a dark screen that prevented you from seeing the driver. So this is what fancy seven-seat idol cars look like. Everything was so sleek and leathery and black. You'd probably feel like a famous person if you weren't squished between Taehyung, who was violently manspreading, and Seokjin, who had extremely wide shoulders.

"How long till we get back?" Jungkook groans from where he's sat. Namjoon unlocks his phone and looks at the time.

"We probably won't get back to the dorm for another hour. Traffic is shit right now." Namjoon sighs and leans his head back against the headrest. You watch as he runs a hand through his mint hair, only managing to mess it up even further. A few strands fell back on his forehead and you find yourself admiring the way the blueish-green locks look on top of his slightly sweaty, tan skin.

"You must like Namjoon's hair, huh?" You can feel the ghost of Taehyung's arm as he puts it behind your seat.

"Huh? What?" You jump a bit at how loud Taehyung's voice is in the mostly silent car. He basically just outed that you were ogling Namjon's hair.

"I said, you must like Namjoon's hair. You were staring at it." Taehyung repeats himself louder, a smirk gracing his lips when you look up at him with wide eyes. Taehyung loved people like you. So nervous and easily embarrassed. It was that type of innocence that got Taehyung going. He can't help thinking you'd be a fun little plaything.

"It's okay to admit it. I think it looks good on him, too." Taehyung pats your head before letting it rest on the back of your seat again. "It makes him look so sexy, don't you think?"

At that, you literally choke on your spit, coughing loudly as Taehyung laughed beside you. Namjoon laughs a little, too.

"Ah, cmon, Taehyung. We're gonna be in this car for an hour can you at least try not to scare the girl?" Yoongi turns around to roll his eyes at the younger. Taehyung lets out a few more giggles before nodding and apologizing.

After that, the ride continues on rather quietly. Jungkook is trying to take a nap, so is Seokjin. Namjoon and Yoongi are sharing headphones and listening to a track Yoongi is working on. Next to a sleeping Seokjinnie, Hoseok and Jimin are... whispering into each other's ears?

Okay, no one can blame you for eavesdropping. It was almost impossible not to when the two men were literally inches away from you.

You watch from the corner of your eyes as Hoseok whispers something straight into the shell the Jimin's ear, his hand slipping into his shirt nonchalantly. Jimin would've been doing a great job at keeping a straight face if he wasn't struggling to keep his eyes open. Does Seokjin not see this?

You try to divert your attention elsewhere and it actually works for a bit until Jimin starts literally panting.

This time, you turn your head fully to look at them. Jimin's head was thrown back on Hoseok's shoulder as the older boy kissed his shoulder, teasing nips that slowly led up to his neck. You could see the way Hoseok was playing with the boy's nipples through his shirt. You look around the car, wondering if you're the only one seeing this, hearing this. They really weren't trying to be discreet at all.

When you look over again, Jimin is pushing his hips back against Hoseok's. He audibly moans into his dongsaeng's neck and you have to press your thighs together because holy shit, that was hot.

They were getting louder and nobody was saying anything. It was as if the two dancers weren't practically fucking each other with their clothes on. You swallow lightly and try to ignore what's going on next to you like everyone else is. Even if you can feel your hands get sweaty, even if you feel that familiar hint of arousal deep in your belly.

As you're working hard to maintain a normal breathing pattern, Taehyung places a warm hand on your thigh. It sends sparks through your body and his eyes drop to your lips when your breath hitches.

"Are they turning you on?" This time, Taehyung isn't speaking loudly. His tone is low and there's not one hint of a joke in his voice. You swallow hard and nod softly.

"Good, because it turns me on, too." Taehyung exhales as his eyes flicker between you and the men making out beside you.

"They do this all the time and no matter what, it always gets me so hard." Taehyung's hand slides higher up, towards your inner thigh.

"Is... is this okay?"

"Y-yeah... keep- keep going." You whisper loud enough for only Taehyung to hear. He pulls you closer to him by your thigh before letting his fingers slip past the waistband of the shorts you'd worn today. You bite back a moan when you feel two digits rub against your clit. His fingers were so perfect and long and they knew exactly where to go. You can't remember the last time you were with a guy who knew where your clit was.

"God, I've been thinking about this for so long - every time I see you walk over with that camera of yours... You're such a cute little thing, I bet you'd look great coming all over my fingers." Taehyung licks his lips as his hand travels farther, down to your folds that were already dripping wet from the display of affection going on on your left.

You're a little bewildered at Taehyungs confessions. You've been working as Bangtan's camerawoman for so long that it's hard to tell when he started seeing you as more than just a low paid staff member. Regardless, the fact that he admitted to having such dirty thoughts about you has your body reeling.

Somewhere between Jimin's high pitched moans and Taehyung's fingers slipping inside you, you forgot that a world outside of... this existed, that there were other people in the car.

"Ah, you're kidding me right now." Seokjin groans when he turns to look at you. He must've woken up. "I can understand those two but seriously Taehyung? You can't even take her home first?"

You should be embarrassed. You should be humiliated because Taehyung was knuckles deep inside you and Seokjin was looking straight into your eyes. But for some reason, you didn't want to stop, you couldn't stop. You part your lips and let your eyes flutter close as Taehyung curls his fingers into that beautifully sweet spot deep inside you, a moan that might've been a little more obscene than it needed to be slips past your lips. Seokjin watches intently as it all happens.

"You're practically undressing her with your eyes, hyung. If you want her so bad why don't you join us?" It's more of a tease than a proposition but Jin looks like he genuinely thinks about it.

"How cute. My dongsaeng wants to share something so precious with me. Wouldn't it be rude to decline?" Seokin grabs your chin, his fingers digging into your cheeks in a deliciously possessive way. You look up at him with lidded eyes.

"Ah, you were right, Taehyung-ah. What a pretty face. I just know she'd look amazing with her mouth around some dick." Seokjin smiles down at you and Taehyung groans when you clench around his fingers. You'd never expect such dirty words to leave Seokjin's sweet mouth but you can't say you hate it.

"Say, y/n-ah..." He pauses as if he has to think about what he's about to ask. "How many cocks do you think you can take at once?"

You let out a quiet gasp at the sheer thought of being used by all the members. Them treating you like you were their personal toy, their own little plaything.

It didn't take eyes to know you'd drawn the attention of the three guys in the second row. Jungkook was wide awake and Yoongi's new track was long forgotten.

"Hyung, can you take off her shorts?" Jungkook was leaning over his seat to get a better view.

Taehyung pulls two slicked up fingers out from inside you, keening at how wet you were already. They were barely getting started.

"Suck." Taehyung held his soaked fingers out to the maknae who eagerly wrapped his lips around them. You didn't know how else to describe the tension that hung in the air as Jungkook stared up at Taehyung through his eyelashes, greedily lapping up the crystalline liquid on his fingers.

"Fuck, Jungkookie..." Taehyung practically moans before taking the digits out his mouth and pulling the maknae in for a heated kiss. Is this what bts did behind closed doors? Because honestly, you could seriously get used to this.

"Be a good girl and take off your shorts for me," Seokjin instructs and you eagerly follow the order. You lift your hips up and slide your shorts down your thighs along with your panties. Jin basks in how keen and submissive you are. The perfect toy for him and his members.

"What're you gonna do with her?" Yoongi was also peaking over the seat, clearly interested in what was going on if the slight flush to his cheeks was anything to go by.

"She's gonna ride me and if she allows us, we're gonna take her back to the dorm and have our fun." Your eyes follow Jin's movements as he unzips his jeans and pulls his boxers down, just enough for his cock to spring free. It was big. What he didn't have in length he made up in width.

"I bet she'd look so good bouncing on your cock, hyung." Yoongi's tongue darts out to wet his lips as he watched you climb into Seokjin's lap. When you turn your head to the left, you notice you're mirroring the position Hoseok and Jimin are in. The only difference is they've gotten a lot farther than you and Jin.

"She's so wet, too. Ah, I'm not even in her yet and I know she's gonna feel amazing. Joonie, are you looking? I want you to see this." Namjoon hums, telling his hyung that he was watching. The mint haired man slips a hand past the waistband of his sweatpants and palms at the semi he was sporting thanks to Hoseok and Jimin's little show earlier.

Without much warning, Seokjin is lifting you up by your waist and angling his length straight for your weeping hole. It was practically begging to be filled and who was Jin to decline?

Despite how wet you are, Seokjin was still thick as hell and the tip of his cock was painfully stretching you open as he slowly lowered you down on top of him. A loud whine slips past your lips as your fingers dig into his thighs. He was literally splitting you open, there's no other way you could describe the sensation.

Seokjin's breath fans across your cheek as your hips finally connect with his. It was taking every ounce of self-control left in him not to buck into your tight heat. You wrapped around him so perfectly. It takes you a few seconds, but when you finally adjust to the man inside you, the pain slowly dissipates and turns into pleasure.

"Seokjinnie, fuck me." You enunciate the last word by pushing your hips back against him and he bites back a groan. His hands glide down from your waist to your hips, gripping you hard enough that you can't roll them back anymore.

"So needy, huh? Should I give her what she wants, Jungkookie?" You're once again reminded that there were six other guys in the car. Hoseok and Jimin were essentially morphing into one being, Taehyung and Namjoon already had their hands down their pants, and Jungkook and Yoongi seemed far too interested to look away. It was all a mess. A terribly sinful, hot mess that you simply could not get enough of.

"Fuck, yes, hyung. Fuck her hard. I wanna see your dick sliding in and out of her." Jungkook's voice got breathier the more he spoke. Somehow he managed to turn himself on with his own filthy words. Yoongi's hand slides down to palm at the noticeable bulge in Jungkook's pants. The maknae's face twists into one of pleasure and he has to hold onto Yoongi's shoulder so he doesn't fall over.

Seokjin finally starts you bounce you up and down on his cock. He tries to start off slow for your sake, but his resolve quickly evaporates as you rolled your hips down against him, trying to get him to hit that beautiful bundle of nerves inside you. When your eyes flicker up to see Jungkook's face, utterly fucked out and needy, something snaps inside you, something carnal.

Yoongi wrapped his hand around the maknae's cock and started jerking him off. As he did so, you pull Jungkook in by his chin. There's a surprised expression on his face at first before his eyes drop down to your lips and for what feels like a century you're devouring each other with your eyes. Jungkook is the first to break the weird limbo between you two and press his lips against yours. The kiss is sloppy and wet and every time Seokjin fucks into you, your lips slide up against Jungkook's. The maknae pants into your mouth as Yoongi moves his fists faster around his leaking cock.

"Fuck, look at you. I'd never expect our quiet, considerate camerawoman to be such a slut. Mmh." Jin growls before biting the shell of your ear. You clench hard around him and shift your hips back just right so he's fucking into your sweet spot every time he pulls you down on his cock.

"Hyung! Hyung, 'm close. Gonna cum." Jungkook's lips finally separate from yours as he opens his mouth to let out a loud moan.

"Gonna cum all over hyungs hand? Do it, Jungkookie." Yoongi breathes into Jungkook's ear and Jungkook's head immediately falls back, his body writhing in pleasure as he releases into Yoongi's hand. Some of it lands on the white shirt he was wearing and the expensive leather of the car seat.

The way Seokjin's mumbling dirty things into your ear and pounding into that bundle of nerves inside you has you reeling towards your orgasm. Watching Jungkooks eyes flutter close and his mouth falls open in a subtle 'o' only pushes you further.

"Fuck, Jin!" You say through gritted teeth as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your walls tightening around him only pushes him closer and his thrusts start to get sloppier the more he fucks into you.

"So fucking tight, holy shit..." Jin's nails dig into your side as he brings you down around him one more time before pumping you full of his cum.

"Y/n-ah, you felt so good. You wouldn't mind if I took you back to the dorm and let my dongsaengs try you, right?" Seokjin says through labored breaths. You could already feel him starting to soften inside you and you knew as soon as he pulled out, his cum would be leaking out of you like a broken faucet.

Jin rubs his fingers gently over the marks forming on your waist and hips where he gripped a little too hard. Those bruises would definitely stick around for a few days but you were not complaining. It was almost like a friendly reminder of this moment, not that you'd ever forget.

You bask in post-orgasm bliss as Jin finally pulls out of you. You slide off of his lap and as soon as you're in your seat, Taehyung is pulling you into him and leaning your head on his shoulder. You breathe him in, a light mix of perfume and something perfectly Taehyung filling your senses.

"I have to return the footage of today's shooting to BigHit offices but I'm sure that can wait till the morning." A sleepy smile graces your lips and Jin makes a sound of approval.

It simply wasn't fair if Seokjin had all the fun. He just had to share you with the rest of the boys. He was completely content just watching as he let his dongsaengs absolutely ravish you. The thought in general sent a familiar spark of arousal to his groin.

This wasn't how he expected to spend a Thursday night but he definitely wasn't complaining.

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[hwabang]

Could you possibly write a stray kids reaction to their s/o being stressed out over school?

STRAY KIDS Reaction: s/o stressed over school

A/N: My first official request on Tumblr!!! Thank you~❤️ I relate to this SO much, so yes, I can do it🥰 Ultimately I think they’d all try to alleviate the stress one way or another😇

Genre: Fluff

Requested: Yes!!

Warnings: None; just talking about school stress, but this is gn!!

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Bang Chan:

Chan would want to do EVERYTHING POSSIBLE to relieve you of your stress, but he doesn’t want to come off as too clingy. So I think the best solution he could come up with is first asking you to take a break and talk to him. He’d ask you what exactly about school is stressing you out, and he’ll try to help you in any way that he can. That doesn’t mean he’ll do the work for you (if he’s whipped enough he might write your essay) but he’ll definitely sit down with you and help you organize your thoughts/prioritize what’s necessary. He’d bring you snacks too~

“Okay baby cmon, let’s go take a walk and talk about what’s bothering you okay? We can come back in 10-15 minutes and I’ll help you get organized.”

Lee Know:

Minho would be more quiet and let you be. I think he’d resize you’re stressed, but he wouldn’t do much unless you straight up tell him it’s too much, or he sees you breaking down. In that case I think he’d opt for massaging your shoulders, then telling you to take a little break so you can go back to your work with a clear mind. During your break he’d probably also be one to make you a snack/meal and he’d feed it to you by hand🥺 Minho’s also a really good listener, so he’d definitely sit with you while you eat and rant (he’ll just be the listener unless you want advice)

“Ah... well I think she should’ve explained it better. Next time just email her to prevent that from happening again.”

Changbin:

I think Changbin is the type to be like “Oh let me see it? Yeah, yeah I think I can help you with it.” I don’t know much about their student lives, but Changbin strikes me as someone who was fairly good in school, so he would try to help you understand the content, if that’s what you’re struggling with in the school stress aspect. If you understand it and it’s a matter of not being motivated to do it, he’d try to motivate you because manz has a way with words

Hyunjin:

“Hey Hyunjinnie do you think you could help me with number 4-“

“AHHH! NO!”

... Uh, yeah good luck. Hyunjin isn’t helping you mostly because he doesn’t remember and/or understand because school is ✨yuck✨ and he’d rather not think about it. However, Hyunjin does understand that school is important for you because you want to do academically well to get your dream job. Jinnie cares about your mental health (like all of SKZ) so he’d prompt you to take a break. If you’re head on about finishing your assignments before taking a break, he’ll become serious and try to motivate you to the best of his ability. He’s the type to offer to sit with you and kiss you for each question you answer (correctly or not). He’d also probably lay in your lap while you type away on your computer, completely focused and seldom bringing one hand to his luscious hair while you reread what you wrote.

Han:

Again, I don’t have much idea about their school lives but I don’t think Jisung cared too much about school 💀 which probably means he won’t be as helpful in solving your math problems for you. I mean he’ll try, but you’re better off asking Google. Like Changbin, he’ll try to motivate you with his words and he’ll sit there with you till you’re done no matter how long that may be. Might even bring some fruit or cheesecake and feed you while you work (🥺)

“Hey, look at me. I know this is hard. I’m sorry I’m not much help but you can do it okay? If it’s too hard, then throw it away! It’s your teacher’s fault you don’t get it. But I want you to try your best okay? Remember I’m your #1 fan. Let’s try this again yeah? LETS GET IT WOOH!”

Felix:

“Fuck it. Let’s go make brownies!”

Felix doesn’t give a flying fuck. I mean yes, education is important but if he sees you breaking down because of a few assignments that won’t matter in 10 years, he’s going to do the one thing he knows he can do to (temporarily) distract you; making you food!

So he’d probably ask you to come bake with him do you can clear your mind, and then he’d try to coax you back into working (because he doesn’t want his baby to be sad because they didn’t do an assignment 🙃)

“Good brownies right? Well, now let’s see if you have enough energy to finish that project! I can proof read anything you want.”

Seungmin:

“Honey, why don’t I try to teach it to you? I remember learning this.”

Tutor Minnie!! Baby wants to help you with your homework as much as possible. He’d probably be able to help you a LOT which you are absolutely greatful for. He’s not doing any of the work for you; of course he wants to transfer all of your stress to him but he knows that you learning the content would be more beneficial for you than him just doing it without explaining anything. So he’d sit there for HOURS if needed, all to help you understand your school content. He’d praise you for getting things correct/learning the concept

“It’s okay, it’s not an easy concept. Let’s go get a snack and we’ll come back to it okay? I can explain it in another way.”

I.N:

Honestly at first I had no idea how he’d react

Jeongin would feel terrible. It hasn’t been long since he was sitting at his desk all day cramming for exams; he remembers all of the breakdowns and sleepless nights. He hated how it effected him and he hates seeing the same thing happening to you. So he’d probably take care of you the way he wished he took care of himself; forcing you to take at least a 5 min break every 30 min or so, making sure you’re hydrated and eating, helping you section off the content so you can focus on one topic every 30 min interval. He wouldn’t know exactly what to do but he knows that he just doesn’t want you to suffer because of school stress. So he will definitely spend a good chunk of his time getting you to relax

“You’ve been at it for 2 hours.. okay. Let’s go to the restaurant across the street. We’ll take the food to go and I can help you study while we eat”

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Thank you once again for all of the requests! I’ll try my best to update multiple times a week so no one thinks I’m dead 😂

I’m sorry if this felt rushed... it’s been an interesting day 😅😅

Anon I hope you enjoyed!!

❤️❤️all the love to anyone reading this❤️❤️

[words-for-holland]

Quarantine Series: Burnt Out

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Y/N has to work from home during Quarantine, but when she gets extremely busy it’s up to Tom to find a way to help her relax .

A/N: This is my second attempt at this piece. Last time I created this it was super long but it got deleted 😩

Check the Rest: Burnt Out | A New Look | Secret Cuts & Kisses | Breaking Friendships |The Birthday Week | Movie Night | Silence is Golden?|

All Y/N ever wanted was an opportunity to work from home. Then again, who wouldn't want that opportunity? All she could think about was how nice it’d be to work in the comfort of her own home, not have to dress up in business professional clothing, and most importantly be surrounded by the people she cared for the most. But as the saying goes, “Be careful for what you wish for.”

When a global pandemic decided to take over 2020, Y/N certainly got her wish. Her company was forced to work from home until further notice, but what she didn’t expect was the amount of work she would be given. Y/N was pulled from project to project with deadlines thin as paper, and was expected to pick up the extra work of those that were no longer with the company. There was no time to catch a breath, and there certainly was no time to spend with her beloved boyfriend, Tom. This only made Y/N more depressed and made the Holland boys only more concerned.

“Mate, you got to get her to take a break. She’s gonna overdo it.” Harrison commented to his best friend, as they watched Y/N type away like a zombie from the kitchen.

“You think I don’t know that?!” Tom responded with a defeated sigh. “Every time I ask her, she always brushes it off and claims shes fine. Don't get me wrong, Im proud of her and admire her work ethic, but damn its sucking the life out of her.”

Both Harrison and Tom continued to observe Y/N with a cup of tea on hand, wondering how long it would take before she snapped. Tom hated seeing her like this. To him this wasn’t fair. It’s not fair that her 8 hour shift now became a 15 hr shift. Its not fair that she had to work 3 weekends straight, and it certainly wasn’t fair that her company took precious time away to be together. It was hard enough already that he couldn’t spend time with Y/N like a normal boyfriend would because of filming. Now, that he has the opportunity to make up for the lost time, it’s taken away.

“What if you surprised her?” Harrison quipped.

Tom looked up at his best friend with curious eyes. It took a few minutes to sink in, until the brightest idea figuratively smacked him in the face. “Yeah...yeah!” he responded, a smile forming “And I think I know exactly how to do it.”

As Tom was working through the thought process of his brilliant plan, his younger brother entered the kitchen, looking for his usual afternoon snack. “Hey, does anyone know where —. Oh no...” Harry groaned as he looked up at Tom and Harry. “Whatever it is that you two are planning...Leave me out of it.”

“Come on, mate. You dont even know what were planning.” Harrison defended

“Believe me, I know enough and any plan that involves you in it, is likely to fail 99.9% of the time.” Harry opened up his bag of crisps as he continued to list out the other 99 possible reason why they should have left Y/N alone like she wanted. “Cmon guys, you know how she gets. When she doesnt want to be bothered, she doesnt want to be bothered.”

“You’re right Harry, but she’s so stressed, she’s homesick, and one day she’s going to overdo it. Id be a shit boyfriend, if I let it happen.” Tom reasoned. “Look, Im not trying to do anything crazy here. I just want to give her that sense of comfort and see her relax.”

Harry looked at his brother and then at Harrison, both displaying their best puppy dog eyes, in hopes that he’ll join in. “The face doesnt work on me...but I’ll help for Y/N’s sake.”

Meanwhile, Y/N continued her work in the living room, her eyes firmly glued to the computer screen. After being dragged into the kitchen and the Holland plan, Tuwaine slowly made his way to Y/N. “Hey Y/N.” he happily greeted. “I think it’s time for you get some fresh air, don’t you think?”

Y/N looked up, her glasses slightly shifting forward down her nose. “You know theres this thing called being stuck in Quaratine right?” she responded, continuing to code her project.

“I think the real question is do you really want to work here when there’s just nothing but CONSTANT NOISE !” Tuwaine yelled out, hoping the others would catch on.

“What?!” Tom yelled back. It took him some time to realize what Tuwaine meant by his statement. “Oh...Right!” Quickly, Tom grabbed whatever pot or pan he could grab his hands on and dropped them on the counter. Harrison and Harry gave Tom the strangest look. “What? I gave him some noise?”, he shrugged.

“See?” Tuwaine smiled back at Y/N. “You wouldnt want to distract that working brain of yours with all this going on, right?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as Tuwaine as she looked at him and the closed off kitchen. Did they think she was born yesterday? Of course she knew they were up to something. None of the boys were subtle enough to keep everything hush hush.

Y/N shook her head and decided to just go with it. The faster she complied, the faster they’d leave her alone, which only meant more time to finish her work. Tuwaine helped carry her laptop, mouse, and charger to the porch as he led her outside. “See, arent you glad your outside, breathing in fresh air with no distractions?”, Tuwaine spoke out.

Y/N took her time to admire the view. “Wow”, she whispered under her breath. Y/N couldnt remember the last time she set foot outdoors. Seeing the sunlight hit the flower beds, the gentle breeze rustle through the grass; it was beautiful. Of course, the moment was short lived with a simple ding, which only multiplied by the second.

Y/N dripped her head back, trying to rub out the frustration from her face. “Yes, well it was fun while it lasted. Duty calls.”

“Im sure they wouldnt mind if you just took five minutes for yourself at least.” Tuwaine commented, feeling bad about the amount of work he saw popping up on your screen.

“Yeah well that’s Corporate for you. Doesnt matter if you’re 500 km away or if a virus is hurting the population. If you’re not working, you’re useless.” Y/N shrugs. It wasn’t like her company was completely evil, this was just how business worked.

“I know Y/N, and we all see that you care deeply about your work but we’re all so worried about you too. We want you to be mentally okay as well. I know Tom is worried about you the most...He misses you, you know.”

Y/N’s heart dropped the second she heard him say it. She knew that all of this was gonna take some time away from Tom, but she hadn’t realized how much he would be missing her, even though they’re living under the same roof. “Yeah I miss him too, more than anyone will know. Believe me.” Y/N pondered for a moment as she stared at the work in front of her. Perhaps five minutes couldn’t hurt. “Maybe I will take that break after all.”

“Really?”, Tuwaine was surprised she had agreed so quickly, and at the same time he panicked. Tom and the others were not ready for Y/N’s surprise yet. “On second thought, Im wrong. You should keep going and try to finish up that project of yours or else you’ll never be done.”

“Excuse me?” Y/N asked as she tried to close her laptop. “You just spent a whole half hour trying to convince me to stop working, and now you want me to go back and work?”

“Yeah..I mean what do I know, right?” He laughed nervously. Tuwaine looked back at the door, for some sort of signal. Come on man it’s not like your preparing a break for the Queen of England.

“Listen Tuwaine, if I go back there and you boys break anything in that house...I swear— I’ll”

“Y/N!” Tom interjected as he stepped out to the porch. He wrapped his arms behind her waist, giving her a gently kiss on the top of her head. “How’s work, my pretty girl?” He looked back at Tuwaine and mouthed a thank you to him as he left the love birds alone.

Y/N turned around to face Tom, taking in his features and running her hands at the nape of his neck. “Busy, but what else is new? I’ve been missing you a whole lot”

“Me too, darling. Anyway, Im really hoping you can take a break from all this because I’ve got something special for you.”

“Oh no, babe. You know you didnt have to anything for me. Really Im fine..I-“

“I wanted to. In fact the boys wanted in on it too. So this is really from all of us, if you think about it.” Tom grabbed Y/N’s hand as he led her back in to house. “Come.”

As they both enetered the house hand in hand, Tom led Y/N into the kitchen, where the rest of the boys waited with diner burgers in hand and warm homemade chocolate chip cookies on the side of table. What seemed like a simple meal was a cure for any bad day..at least for Y/N it was. It represented a sense of home for her, while being far from Jersey. Even though she hadnt realized it, Tom and the boys knew she needed it. “Wow” Y/N breathed “I...I dont know what to say.”

“Dont say, just eat” Harrison laughed. “In all honesty this was Tom’s idea. We just wanted to make sure you had the support you need.”

“Yeah you deserve this, so please enjoy it.” Harry added. With that, everyone dug in and bonded over a family dinner, sharing laughs and stories. Tom leaned toward Y/N whispering in her ear, “I have a few more surprises after this.”

The next few surprises did not disappointment. He set up a nice warm bath for the two of them to relax and enjoy each others compny. A few subtle kisses, laughter, and silence was shared between the two. Y/N leaned back into Tom’s chest, feeling the water gently flow back and forth. Breathing in and out, she had forgotten how good this felt. Being close to Tom, was a different experience, one that no one could ever do justice. This was what she really needed.

After the bath, Tom led her into their shared bedroom. For a moment, Y/N stopped him as she pulled his head down to hers, giving him the kiss he rightfully deserved. Her lips crashed with his, his hands gently holding the sides of her tiny face. He picked her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist and situated themselves on the bed. Reluctantly, they both pulled away, catching their breath. Their foreheads touching and noses gently rubbing the others. “I love you. I love you more than you could possibly know.” Y/N whispered to him

“And I love you. I just want to give you the world because you deserve it all. My hardworking pretty girl.” Of course all good things must come to an end.

After a great well spent break was shared between Y/N and Tom, she was back on the work grind. Only this time she was working in their room as Tom was reading a script for his next upcoming project. The more Y/N coded, the sleepier she was getting. It onyl took a few minutes before she started leaning into Tom and her eyes started to flutter. Her breaths became slower and she was out like a light.

Tom turned to look at Y/N, smiling to see the sight of her finally at peace. He removed her glasses and set them by her table side. Tom made sure to clock her out of work abd checked to see if her work was saved. Just as he was about to turn off her laptop, another message popped up. “Great”, he muttered, rolling his eyes at the fact her team is still working at this hour. He couldnt help but read it though. Just how badly did they need her anyway?

We all know how hard you’re working and going above and beyond to get these projects out the door. For that, we thank you! On behalf of the company we’d like you all to take a day off on us!

Tom smiled, relieved that shell finally get some time for herself. Feeling triumphant, he shut off her laptop and set it aside. Crawling back into the bed and covering themselves under the blanket. His arms wrapped her waist once again. “Goodnight, my love. Im so proud of you.” he whispered.

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Beyond the Mat, sort of meta?

Ok so for some personal context, I’ve been rewatching all of Supernatural and i have the firm intention to keep the show on repeat on my computer/tv until i’ve fully binged it 15 times (never fear, I am already perfectly aware of how bad a decision this is). I wrote this post with a frantic need to get all the thoughts out, but it happened to be 3am at the time, and I realized I had to make gifs and upload them which was obviously too much work for a sleep deprived brain. I put it off until the next day, but ended up procrastinating and now it's been sitting in my drafts for 3 months and I thought hey this is a good time to finish it up (it could be argued that i'm polishing up this thing at 5am and this doesn't seem to be an issue for my will to get this done this time around, although I am heavily caffeinated so maybe that has something to do with it, go figure).

Anyways that’s besides the point. At the time I had just gotten to 11x15, Beyond the Mat. I’ve seen people write a lot about how parallels between Sam and Dean’s love lives/interests are part of the subtext about Dean’s bisexuality. I’ve also read people's works about how Gunner is pretty obviously one of Dean’s youth celebrity crushes. But (and I might just be a bit blind or haven’t looked hard enough) I haven’t seen a lot about the parallel between Sam/Rio and Dean/Gunner.

So let's get down to business, shall we?

The scene I will be focusing on starts out with Dean utterly star struck, sort of mumbling awkwardly his reasoning for coming up to Gunner (x) (x). Interestingly enough, Sam does the exact same thing with Rio (x) (x), while Dean is in the other corner clasping Gunner's hand for way too long and way too tight, and giving him the “i’ve loved you ever since i met you” look (x) (x).

Now since Sam’s crush is strictly heterosexual and we all know Sam’s interest in women, he outright says it to Rio (this is, after all, the CW) (x) (x). Dean on the other hand doesn’t verbalize it in so many words (the CW), but cmon... That fluster when Gunner winks at him later on?? (x) (let's not forget the little leg pat (x) that is probably still etched in Dean's memory amongst the 20 best things that ever happened to him, behind the previously-mentioned-wink and the Cartwright Twins) Or his reaction to Gunner patting his arm, "ok ok don't panic, it's not like your childhood crush just touched you oh wait". And Literally His Unwavering Smile The Whole Way Through. Jacting choices, people, Jacting choices (x).

Sam saves himself by steering the conversation towards a type of "where are they now?" interview, and Rio follows his not-so-subtle attempt, with a heavily implied tint of nostalgia for the good old days (x). Dean pulls a very similar stunt, mentioning something about his and Gunner's past (x) (x). Rio and Gunner's faces in those clips resemble each other quite a great deal: the emotion is the same, regret.

I really love that parallel because it’s really just “in your face”. You see Dean getting all flustered, at that point you could still say “hey i love [insert celebrity] and i don’t have a crush on them, but i’d probably still react that way around them”. (First of all, if I were you, I'd go on a journey of soul searching because hello, it’s ok to have crushes on celebrities you wish you didn’t, we’ve all been 12 and we’ve all seen Twilight and we’re all ashamed, and second of all, would you really and I mean really react that same way?) But then, enters Sam and his old crush, from the same field, basically the same time period, the same place and roughly the same "community". And it’s an unapologetic crush, not just a “hhhahaha i loved your uh.... your work.... as a uh kid haha.....”. Nonono. He says it, he tells her that he “used” (i’m not sure it’s completely gone, just like Dean) to have a crush on her. And then boom, parallel.

The way the two interact with both “celebrities” isn’t that different, if anything, Sam is less awkward around Rio than Dean is with Gunner. I’m betting the reason why is that since Sam’s crush is a woman, he has 1: talked about it openly before with his family (a poster of your crush on your wall is a good way to do that) and 2: talked to other crushes like her before. Dean, for obvious reasons, has not. Not a man, maybe some girlfriends, but he was never open (specifically not to John) about a potential crush he had on the big wrestler man in the ring, because he’s supposed to be this manly manly ladies man. He’s much more awkward because he hasn’t had much of an opportunity to talk to his crushes that might have been men, so the entire ordeal is wayyy more foreign to him. And he was also just a fan, so the whole “oh my god oh my god” of the crush is added to the already existing “oh my god oh my god” of his inner (and outer let's not kid ourselves) fanboy self.

Dean’s reaction is incidentally very similar to the one he has in the Fat Spa in 9x13, The Purge, with the character called Larry, Maritza’s husband. Dean’s awkward, goes too far, slightly flustered, and he’s pretty clearly not thrown off because of Maritza in that interview room, his gaze is mostly going from Sam to Larry then back to Sam. He lightly brushes over Maritza but barely looks at her (x) (x).

I’d also like to point out that when Gunner enters the stage, there’s a hint at a bi flag created by the light show, blink and you'll miss it (x). But then again that could just be the fact that those lights look pretty together and I'm completely insane. I’m not going to push that one too far, but since Gunner winks at Dean after that, which as I said before, makes Dean look adorably happy and flustered..... Take that as you will.

There's a thousand other scenes relevant to Dean being very blatantly bi-coded in Beyond the Mat (seriously, it's almost as obvious as the siren episode) but I really just wanted to focus on the parallel this time. I might go even more in depth on that episode (or do it bit by bit) if I ever find the will to make more gifs and string intelligible words together to create coherent sentences, and give off the impression of a sane mind. Might even throw in some The Purge meta for fun. Yes my definition of fun is quite warped.

[crutchie-with-a-y]

Hiya Sophie🥰 how are you? Could I please request Jack Kelly x reader where he’s being touchy and begging for them to love him but reader is busy with school so they don’t give him enough attention? And then Jack gets super quiet and when reader is done with hw, reader feels super bad about not giving Jack enough attention, they treat Jack with cookies they’ve made and talk about this and the two of them end up cuddling the whole night sharing sweet kisses. Jack lays his head on reader’s chest🥺

Hey! I’m doing pretty good, what about you? Thank you for the request! Sorry for the wait, I’ve been a little pre-occupied, but I hope this is something like what you had in mind! <3

“Haha, yeah we’ll see you later, Finch!” You laughed and waved as your friend said his goodbyes and turned down his street. 

“Oh thank GOD he’s gone!” Your boyfriend, Jack, said as soon as Finch was out of earshot. You and him and about a dozen other friends always walked home after school together, one by one peeling off from the group as they reached their streets. Finch was the third to last to turn onto his street, which left you and Jack to walk the rest of the way to your homes, (which is actually how you started dating in the first place). Jack, who was usually happy to have friends around, had seemed restless to get away from the group today, and once he was positive Finch couldn’t see or hear you, he pinned you against the stone wall the two of you were passing on the sidewalk. He passionately kissed you and for a moment you completely lost yourself in his rough lips that tasted of cherry coke and the cigarette he had shared with Race at lunch. Then you reminded yourself that you had some homework to complete and a test to study for. 

“Jack,” You gasped when he pulled back for air and began to nibble at your ear. “Jack, Jack I don’t have time.” Jack pulled back without removing his hands from where they held your wrists against the wall and squinted at you.

“What are you talking about?” You snapped your wrists forward and glared at him as you began to walk again, him following at your side with the same look on his face.

“I have homework.” Jack stopped completely and you turned back to look at him. 

“The fuck you don’t,” Jack said, obviously pissed at you, and that was rare, so it made you pretty uncomfortable, you had to admit. “You finished your math in class, you told me at lunch. Your history project isn’t due for a literal month and you’re already almost done with your poster. You wrote this week’s homework essay for English on Monday night.” He walked slowly, listing everything off on his fingers. 

“Well there is more math,” You said defensively, as the pair of you turned a corner onto your block. 

“More math? What the-oh my god the EXTRA CREDIT PACKET?!” He looked at you like you were insane and you bit your lip and looked at the concrete. “Y/N, you’re a straight-A student. You don’t need the extra credit. And even if you still wanted it ‘just in case,’“ He imitated you as he followed you up the stairs to your front door. “You literally have all semester to turn it in, and it’s FRIDAY. It’s FRIDAY! Can we not just relax and do couple things for ONCE.” He said, turning around to look at you while you shut your front door behind you. You glared at him. He KNEW how important school was for you and how much you stressed about getting all your work in on time, why was he being so rude about it? 

“I also have science,” You responded, pushing past him and into your dining room to pull your laptop and textbook out of your bag and set on the table. Jack loudly threw his bag on the table in front of you and headed into the kitchen. 

“Please tell me your kidding,” He said, popping open a can of Pepsi. You flipped through your textbook pages angrily, upset that he didn’t seem to get it. 

“No, I’m not kidding.” You said sharply, only turning to look at him once you’d said it, just able to catch the sad, exhausted look on your boyfriend's face. You felt guilty, but before you could apologize, his face hardened again.

“Y/N I WAS UP TILL 3 AM YESTERDAY HELPING YOU WITH YOUR SCIENCE PROJECT. HOW DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO DO?” He yelled, which made you shrink a little as you typed your password into your laptop, but then your blood boiled. 

“YES AND I AM GRATEFUL FOR THAT, BUT THERES A TEST ON MONDAY-”

“ON MONDAY?” Jack stepped up on the chair next to you and sat on the table and closed your computer in an attempt to get you to look at him, but you just crossed your arms and stared at the logo on the top of your computer. “Y/N, please, you can study all weekend for that, when your parents get back? Cmon, right now we have a little alone time and I really need-” 

“Everything to be about you?” You whipped your head up to look at him. His eyes looked hurt, but you weren’t going to take it back. 

“No, I’m sorry, I just, I’m really-”

“Annoying.” You glared at him, and then it was Jacks' turn to shrink, but he didn’t boil back, and you felt a twinge of guilt. “Look, just, just give me an hour.” You opened your laptop back up while Jack slumped over, flicking his pop tab in defeat. After a few minutes of the “tingggggg” noise echoing in the quiet room, you reached over, without looking up from your screen, and placed your hand on top of his fingers to stop the flicking. You kept it their longer then you meant to, and Jack rubbed your knuckles with his thumb, lightly squeezing your hand. You pulled it away abruptly, and wouldn’t let yourself look at the heartbroken look on his face. 

Awhile later your phone buzzed for what felt like the thousandth time from your laptop bag and you couldn’t take it anymore. You ripped your bag across the table and dug around for it in the front pocket. 

“Why the hell do you keep calling me?” You said sharply into your phone. 

“I was calling to ask you why the hell Jack has been active on Instagram for the past three and a half hours?” Katherine matched your tone on the other end. You pulled your phone back from your ear to look at the time and cringed when you realized how much you’d gone over your hour. Jack had walked off into your bedroom what you thought was a few moments ago but was actually two hours ago. You were still annoyed though, and Katherine being so nosy didn’t help.

“I don’t know,  he just is,” You said snarkily. “I’m studying,”

“Your parents are out of town and you SERIOUSLY, SERIOUSLY are studying on a Friday night instead of spending time with your boyfriend?” She sounded shocked, and you didn’t appreciate her judgment.

“Look, Kath, I-”

“Especially after he got fired yesterday.” Your heart dropped.

“Wait, what?” You prayed that you had misheard her.

“Yeah, I guess he forgot to call in yesterday, so when he didn’t show up his boss told him to, and I quote, ‘not bother showing up anytime after that either.’“ Katherine explained exasperatedly. You wanted to vomit. “Wait, how did you not know about this?” 

“Um, ahhh, I gotta go,” You said, standing up quickly and hanging up as you walked towards your bedroom. You slid your phone into the pocket of your jeans and lightly tapped the closed door to open it a smidge. Jack was sitting on your bed, on the phone with someone, his back propped up against the wall, looking out the window with his forearms resting on his knees which were bent up so his feet were on top of your comforter. You pushed your door open a little more to see that he had taken his shoes off so he didn’t get dirt on your bed, which he knew you detested. A small smile pulled at the edges of your cheeks; even who he was upset with you, he went out of his way to please you. He was so selfless. Your smile fell. And because of that selflessness, he had ended up sacrificing his job to help you out. You looked back at your laptops glowing screen in the dark dining room, the blue light reflecting off the cover of your textbook. School stressed you out so much. So, so much. You had always been a very good student, but a slight dip in your performance the semester before had lead to a stern talking-to from your parents that made you absolutely terrified to get anything lower than a perfect 4.0.

You looked back at Jack, who was still on the phone, flicking paint out from under his nails, oblivious to you in the doorway. He gets that, you thought to yourself. Jack understood the pressure from your parents and the immense fearful stress school put you under. Jack was always willing to be a supportive boyfriend, no matter how hard you made it. 

“Oh yeah, no (he’s/she’s/they’re) busy studying right now. (He’s/She’s/They’re) really stressed about school,” Jack said into the phone. “Hey, hey, (his/her/their) parents are really strict and put on a lot of pressure, it’s not (his/her/their) fault. Besides, I’ve never seen you turn in homework once so shut up.” Oh my god, You thought, feeling yourself tear up. He was literally standing up for you over something that you had just argued about, and on top of it, he didn’t know you were watching him, so he did this out of sheer integrity. You let your guard down for a second and let out a loud sniff, and immediately darted behind the door, hoping he didn’t see you. He continued talking to whoever it was he was on the phone with, causing you to let out a sigh of relief. Then you just stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. You peaked around the door again, just as he started to laugh.

“Hahaha, yeah me too, I haven’t had dinner yet, I’m starved.” For a moment you felt even more guilty, knowing he was waiting for you to eat, but then you felt a light bulb click on over your head. You headed into the kitchen and began to quietly open and shut cabinets, gathering the ingredients you knew you would need to surprise Jack. Your boyfriend was often fairly mysterious, but one thing everyone could tell you about him was his obsessive and at times even frightening love of snickerdoodles. As you quietly dumped cups of flour into a bowl, you couldn’t control the small giggle that escaped your mouth as you remembered what an important role snickerdoodles had played in your relationship.

“You have some snickerdoodle crumbs on your lips,” Jack had said after diving into the cookies you had made for him on his birthday. But before you could reach for a napkin, he had stopped you. “Actually, let me take care of that.” And the next thing you knew you were having your first kiss with Jack Kelly. 

You carefully pulled the pan of cookies out of the oven and slid them onto a plate. You clicked the oven off and picked up the plate, your hands protected by polka-dot oven mitts. You knew you should probably wait for them to cool, but you were too impatient. You walked over to your bedroom and bumped the door open with your hip. Jack’s phone call had ended awhile ago, and he was laying on his back on your bed, his knee propped to support the notebook he was drawing on with the stub of a pencil. He looked up when you walked in, and quickly set aside the drawing materials.

“Snickerdoodles?” He looked at the plate and then back up at you. “I always welcome humankind's best invention but what is the occasion?” 

“A sincere apology,” You said, you had practiced what you were going to say while you were baking. 

“Oh no, I’m sorry, you don’t have to-” Jack started, shaking his head.

“No, I do.” You said, setting the plate on your comforter and gesturing for him to take a cookie. “I was being a self-centered asshole, and for that, I am so deeply sorry.” Jack began to shake his head again as he slowly broke his snickerdoodle in half.    “No, I was.” You said, sliding your hand under his chin and lifting it up so he was looking you in the eye. “I am so sorry about your job, Jack. That was completely my fault and I take full responsibility. I promise I will call your boss and try and talk him into taking you back, and if he won’t I will find you another job. A good one, that you like. I promise.” Jack set his cookie back on the plate and turned his head away and swallowed hard. You moved the plate to the floor and reached your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer to you.

“You are just so selfless. Truly, the sacrifices you make for everyone else, without a second thought amaze me. If you lost your job to help me with a science project, I cannot imagine the other things you have given up to make other people even the slightest bit happier.” You heard Jack choke into your shoulder, and you planted a soft kiss on his head. “You are the best person I know, Jack Kelly.” And with that, your boyfriend let out a broken sob and his shoulders began to shake as he cried. You slowly leaned back on your bed so that Jack’s head rested on your chest and his tears dripped onto your T-shirt. You rubbed his back and kissed his head, careful to be delicate. Eventually, his sobs stopped and the two of you sat in connected silence. 

“Where are those snickerdoodles?” Jack sniffed. You laughed.

“They’re on the floor.” You lifted your arms so he could lean down and get them. He picked the plate up and set it up over your shoulder, grabbing the one he broken in half earlier. He kissed you sweetly before laying back down on your chest and nibbling on the cookie contentedly. You looked down at him with a warm smile on your face and in your heart. 

“I love you, Jack.” 

“I love you too, Y/N.” 

[berri-hopefulspouse]

-- A Look Into The Past --

[ Reuploaded for your convenience~ Because tumblr is an ass~ ]

Fandom & Characters: Danganronpa, Ren (DR s/i, Ultimate Empath), [Mentioned/Minor roles] Celestia Ludenberg, Chihiro Fujisaki, Junko Enoshima, Sayaka Maizono, Makoto Naegi, Aoi Asahina, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Yasuhiro Hagakure, various Future Foundation technicians and scientists

TW: Self-Harm & Suicide Mentions/Implications, violence/gore warning, emetophobia, Laboratory/Science stuff, Panic attacks, Runaway, Dissociation, Dysphoria implication, Neglect, Bullying mention, General assholery, Hella angst, Mention of bondage & restraints (mostly as jokes), Deadname drop, general PTSD stuff, Hallucinations, Alcohol mention, Homo & transphobia, NB-Phobia, Manipulation, Gaslighting

AN: Another reuploaded story from my previous account! This one was definitely the most uh. Chaotic in terms of trigger warnings, as you can see. All of these are events following THH, and not long before the events that predate DR2 occur. So keep that in mind. ALSO! At the time this is posted (10/3/2020) - this is the story that precedes the current F/O event going on, hinted at here. 

Summary: After the events at Hopes Peak High, each member of the class- over time- are put into a procedure to regain the memories lost over the 2 years. It’s Ren’s turn, and being the last one for various personal reasons- they are nervous. Is it worth it to retrieve memories of the past? Or would they have been better off not knowing at all?…

Fidget. Fidget and broil in thought. Fidget and listen. Listen. 

“You understand the conditions in which you'll go under, Mx?” An older man asked them, “The process will take but a few hours, with one of the devices we have on hand.” They didn't know much of this man- save for one thing. He was one of the technical scientists who worked for Future Foundation- something somewhat new to the brunette.

The weeks following their escape from Hopes Peak...from Junko...it was a bit messy. Scooped up by this organization that apparently was the revolution for hope and trying to contain the disease that was despair. Taking days to breathe and recover from the events, only to have to explain themselves alongside their classmates. So, here they were now. One by one, they were all being asked the same thing; Do they want their memories recovered? Do they want to recall the two years lost to them due to Junko’s meddling?...

“Yes, I understand.” Soren mumbles, shyly, wringing their hands into their shirt, “I am ready to proceed.” 

Whether they were ready for it or not, they knew they had to know. They had to know what they missed, how they were connected to everyone...what their past was like…

Believe it or not, even their childhood felt fuzzy to them. In a way, them and Kirigiri were connected in that sense. Theirs however was...different. 

‘I’m the last one who’s going through this procedure…’ They recalled to themselves as they got up, following the scientist into the laboratory...they felt nervous- and part of them wished Makoto was with them to offer some reassurance.

‘He’s been running himself ragged lately with tasks and plans though, we’ve all been working hard...I let him rest when I got called up.’ 

They thought back to exactly why they were one of the last people to be brought to this laboratory. Intensive therapy, trying to recover from the events of the Killing School life...sure, it affected everyone quite differently, but for them it almost seemed to bring out the worst in them. Persistent nightmares, paranoia, fainting spells… It didn’t take long for them to be brought to counselling once the others found out- although it was mostly due to Makoto outting his concern for them.

‘They figured it was PTSD, naturally. I knew that, it’s basic psychology... But still…’ From what they explained… ‘It seems like it goes far beyond just Hopes Peak. It just seemed like that whole shitshow might’ve just been a breaking point.’ 

Sitting down in one of the chairs in the laboratory, they looked to the various technicians who were around. All typing away at computers, ready to begin the process.

“Like I said, this will take a few hours...and given your special circumstance, definitely a bit longer than most to recover. However, we’re also not certain if all your memories will be recovered.” He explained, securing both their legs and arms to the chair with small clasps. Easy enough to break out of given an emergency were to occur, but enough to restrain any potential flailing. They lightly tugged on the restraints, feeling very little give.

“You going to explain the bondage, or am I just gonna have to deduce that on my own accord?” They joked lightly, giving a shaky smile to the older man who shook his head with a sigh, ignoring the younger adult’s antics.

“They’re just in case. We don’t know what memories might surface, and given your previous history...we just want to make sure you don’t injure yourself in any way.” 

Looking away, they felt the slight phantom burns along their wrist as they recalled exactly what they all meant. Sure, the scars on their wrist were...older than they recalled...Most of which were faded deep into their skin. All except one, from a more recent relapse episode.

‘Hence the need to keep me safe, I guess,’ They thought to themselves, ‘No one at Future Foundation really treats me like the rest of the class…’

And why would they? Ren was a special case, after all, being hung with a slew of various mental disorders… As the psychologist in charge of them put it; “They walk the line of both hope and despair. They try so desperately to cling to hope, but given their potential history, succumbing to despair might simply be an inevitability.”

That anxious thought caused them to shudder, not quite listening to the scientific rambling of the technician as they secured a device to their head. Deep breaths...one after another. The static in their ears receded, until they heard the technician speak again.

“Did you hear what I said, Soren?”

“Huh? Oh. Oh yeah!” They lied through their teeth, “Let’s just get this over with, yeah…”

The technician headed out of the room, reappearing behind the glass wall that was before them. Taking one last glance around the room, it was circular. It reminded them almost of the trial grounds- but more...high-tech. It was an observation room of sorts, however, shown by the glass and the scientists working away behind it. 

‘This is either going to go well…...or really, really poorly.’ They thought to themselves as they took a slow breath. 

There was a slight crackle, an intercom. Their heartbeat skipped for a second but they quickly regathered themselves. 

‘It’s not him. You’re not there anymore.’ They reminded themselves as a voice came on.

“Okay, we’re going to begin the procedure. Are you ready?”

They tried giving a stiff nod, but finding their head was basically fixed in place, simply hummed.

“Ready.”

“Proceeding then, in Five...Four...Three…”

‘Deep breaths, in and out.’

“Two…”

‘Everythings going to be just fine.’

“One.” 

A weird sensation started, right at their temples, only mere moments after the word left the technician’s mouth. Then, a low hum, that made Ren sit a bit straighter with a nervous anxiety and itch at their mind. The hum got louder, louder, louder still…

Until they completely blacked out, altogether.

–☆–

“Ḷ̵̨̜̹̣̖̮̮́ȁ̶̧̼͖̥̰̱̆̈́͂i̴̦̗̪̯̲̻͇̫͑̾̄̆l̸̘̗͕͎̩̈́̄̃͆a̷̡̯͑̑̃̔̈̂̓.̸͓̮̓͂͛̆̏͗̈.̷̗̲̞͙̼̗̈́͗͌̈́͜͠͝.̸̡̛̺̰͓̟̼̙̙̯̀̂̌̓̅͑͜͜?̶͔͍͛̾̊̑̓̇̌̈̅̈́̚͝͝”

A voice. Disconnected. Everything felt heavy, almost familiarly so. The name- it didn’t feel like their own, and it rang with such a chord of familiarity that it felt like a dagger straight through their throat. They suddenly felt so...so sick, but they couldn’t place why... 

“Laila?” A bit louder this time, taking a slow breath in and out, they- no, she- looked up.

“Huh?”

She was seated at a desk- one that...she(-they, no wait uh)...she believed was their own. However, the face that greeted her...she couldn’t even figure out who it was.

“Jeez, I can’t believe you fell asleep in class again.” The person said, a cheeky grin on his features. Jet black hair and light brown eyes greeted (him...them, fuck-) her, and she tried putting a name to a face but...she can’t seem to quite remember, “C’mon, slowass, we’ve got practice.”

“Pra...practice?” 

Drama practice.

The word clicked into her mind, and almost instantly she sat up further.

“Oh shit- That’s today?!”

“No duh, it’s Tuesday, remember?! Sheesh, you’re so forgetful. Cmon-!” 

Before the person- Viktor, the name clicked in her brain almost like it was always there- could finish what she was saying, the brunette had gotten up and run out of the room, into a hallway. 

‘Hercules Middle School…’ She thought to herself (Himself? Why was it so difficult?), as she ran down the hallway, ‘I always grew up here...jeez, I just wanna leave from this nightmare of a school already.’ 

She skidded a bit as they turned, running straight into a wall with a slight thud and a yelp of pain.

“Okay, ow.” She groaned a bit, blinking. He- She had ended up on the floor, head fuzzy slightly as she pulled themselves to their feet.

“Sheesh, dude, you’re so clumsy.” Viktor talked to her, chuckling as she pulled herself to her feet, only to get smacked upside the head, “Watch where you’re walking next time!”

“Eheh...s-sorry.” She stuttered a bit, almost shy. 

“Don’t apologize for everything, man, it’s gonna look pathetic on ya,” Viktor assured, causing her to blush a bit and look away.

“R-right.”

She chuckled nervously, not meeting his expression- afraid to express his- her (their?) mild hurt at what he said.

“Lets get going, we’re running late.”

“Okay…”

With that said, Viktor quickly took a hold of her hand, and the two quickly raced off through the winding corridors of the school.

Even so, as they started to step into the gym, he felt a slight buzz in her pocket. Taking out her phone- dated as it was- they checked the message she received from their- His- her childhood best friend...Kayla.

[ (Kay) 2:43 PM: Hey...dude, U should see this shit. Are you with Vik rn? ]

[ (Lai) 2:44 PM: Yea, y? ]

[ (Kay) 2:44 PM: U need to see this. ]

[ [Kayla sent IMG32452 ] ]

Looking at the image, her heart froze. It was a series of texts between her and Viktor, with the former talking about how childish she was. How much of a crybaby she was over the littlest things, sensitive to every little poke at her. How much of a copycat she was. How it was just so easy to be friends with her, to use her...And her eyes teared up. Kayla looked to be at least trying to defend her...these weren’t even from 20 minutes ago… 

“Laila? You coming, dude?” His-Her thoughts were interrupted by Viktor, as their head jerked up to look at him. He-- She didn’t know what she felt. Part of her wanted to hit him, part of him wanted to scream at him, part of them wanted to ask if they did something wrong...but...

“I...Uh...I don- I don’t feel good suddenly. T-Tell t-them I’ll be in...in a minute…” She mumbled out, feet slowly staggering back as an arm laced around their stomach. That wasn’t entirely a lie, either, they felt faint…they felt sick...she felt...hurt.

Before Viktor could see them cry...she turned and ran off, tears blurring his-(her-their--) her vision as the squeak of sneakers filling the hallways and their crowded mind. 

The colors around them blurred, holding their head in their hands as they trembled in place. Suddenly, they were in the bathroom- though they sensed the day was different than it was mere moments ago. But that wasn’t what was taking up their thoughts. It was staring into the mirror- at the square glasses and overly pudgy baby-face they have. Staring at someone that wasn't her- that isn’t who they are! 

‘Fuck, fuck, why do I hate myself so much?!’ (They- She- he-) She asked herself, struggling to breathe. Even being in the girls’ bathroom felt suffocating, but it was all she knew. Sure, she didn’t feel “dysphoria” like Viktor did...but she felt wrong. She felt WRONG. Her arms shook, nails digging into her skin as she hugged herself tightly. She wanted to shave all her hair off- she wanted to rip off her chest- she wanted- she wanted--

‘Agh! I can’t...I can’t breathe-!’ She forced herself to look away from the mirror, thinking about all the times she was addressed as a girl...all the times she felt wrong in an environment where she should feel comfortable. She always considered herself a tomboy- someone who definitely wasn’t on the feminine side of things...but it felt deeper. Her name made her want to puke- this long hair made her want to scream. The floofy, glittery, feminine clothing made her want to cry, scream, do anything. Something. But all she could do was struggle to breathe, struggle to consider what was happening to her.

That wasn’t even going into all the bullying. How she didn’t fit in with anyone in her class- even amongst her friends. She didn’t THINK she was transgender like Viktor was, but she knew something was...wrong with her. Something different. She couldn’t be a girl, either, she couldn’t be. All the torture she went through day to day- with her family, with her friends, with her classmates, with her-fucking-self. She was in a war she felt like she was losing.

‘...Wouldn’t it be great, if I died right here?’ A voice whispered in the back of their head, causing them to freeze up, ‘Taking the razors and digging them deep into your neck-’

“Laila?”

A voice from outside the bathroom quickly shut them out of their intrusive, suicidal thoughts. She recognized that voice- it was the school nurse. She took a deep breath, in and out- but words struggled to escape their throat, save for a soft squeak of a sob. 

“Is everything okay?...”

‘...I can’t keep doing this to myself...I-I need to tell her...what’s going on…’ She at least was self-aware enough to know that much. She couldn’t put herself through her own hell anymore...So whether she was ready for whatever would come or not...she rubbed her eyes a bit, slowly stepping back out into the hallway to try and finally reach out- after years of remaining silent. 

...Darkness...it kept swallowing them up, almost like a tidal wave. It took a second to recall what was going on. Right. The procedure. Future Foundation. Was...was that a memory then? Were these dreams of memories of their past? How long did they feel like this?!

‘Viktor…’ The name felt bitter on their tongue, and with it a small swell of various emotions came to head. Depression, anguish, betrayal…

‘He talked shit behind my back… we went all the way back to middle school. I trusted him with everything but…’

A voice, Viktor’s, cut through the noise of their head.

“C’mon man, you know I never mean it. Besides, if you weren’t such a damn prick, I wouldn’t need to call you out on your shit all the time.”

“Jeez, you never had gender issues before until I started bringing up that I was trans. What are ya, a copycat?”

“What are you gonna say next, that you’re trans too? Haha! Dude, Nonbinary folk can’t be trans. Besides, you don’t have any physical dysphoria, yeah?”

For years, he manipulated them. Teased them. Backstabbed them.

‘How could I forget about him?...How could I forget about how I was treated growing up by everyone?! Well, I guess I chose to after I came to Japan…’ 

The sadistic smile came into their mind’s eyes. Those dark brown eyes they admired for so long...it was because of him they became an artist. That they were exposed to who they were, and yet-

A sharp pain echoed through the back of their head, causing them to physically flinch- though it was restricted.

‘That’s right, I was bound to that chair in case something unforeseen happened…’ They reminded themselves, despite still trying to thrash. If their voice would work, they’d likely be crying out in pain. 

Still, after another moment, the pain ebbed a bit. They recalled something else. Why that betrayal, that anger...it was so strong…

The blog. The hate. The messages telling them to do something drastic- to kill themselves. The pressure that nearly did cost them their life, had it not been for their escape…

‘...Yet it took me until...some point later...because I know he’s definitely not in my life anymore.’ They told themselves, taking a few breaths to try and ease the picture of the blog from their mind- to stop themselves from seeing red.

They didn’t notice the shuddering they were feeling until a few moments later, but that soon calmed back down.

‘...I do wonder how Kayla is...I didn’t even remember her until now. Did she hurt me too? Did she forget about me when I ran away to Japan…? I don’t know..’ Still, they sighed as Viktor’s laugh cut through their thoughts. Despite themselves, they felt a sense of nostalgia at the sound. 

‘Even if he’s a bastard...even though he hurt me in ways that could potentially never heal...I hope he’s doing okay in all of this.’ That little part of them whispered in the space of their subconscious, as memories of their friendship swirled in their mind, ‘I wouldn’t wish despair like this on anyone else…’

It was vague images, ones that felt distant enough that they couldn’t recall in full detail, but they were still there...his house- all the sleepovers. He helped them get their hair cut. He helped them with art. He introduced them to all sorts of new media that, looking back then, they realized was what made them who they were now… A small smile drew out of them. He took them in when they almost couldn’t take their home life anymore, for a short time. Laughing together with Kayla...it felt so distant, but the happiness they felt then...it was still real. It was still real to them, throughout all of that.

Still, that hum, that distinct hum from before that they realized had fallen into the background noise was suddenly at the forefront of their attention once more- growing louder and changing frequency, in a way that made it feel like they were burning. Not with any emotion, but just...burning. 

Soon, their thoughts slipped away once more, and with it- the hum died back down once more. 

“All readings are going according to plan.” One scientist said to another, “Though we’re picking up distress and hints of pain after turning up the frequency... Is the machine correctly calibrated?”

“It should be as such, unless…” The technician that talked to the brunette earlier pursed his lips in though, before hissing lightly in annoyance through his teeth, “...Unless the subject has an auditory processing issue. Shit- Turn the frequency down a few notches.”

“But sir, if we do so, the memories will most definitely be unable to resurface. Remember, this science isn’t quite perfect yet- we can’t make expenses for the issue.” One female technician spoke up, adjusting her glasses.

“...” The man bit his nail nervously, before sighing and nodding, “Of course. Continue the procedure.” 

–☆–

“Where is that piece of shit kid?!” It was dark. There was lightning going on outside. Their heart was racing, “I’m going to rip her to shreds!”

‘It’s just a hallucination, god please just let it be a hallucination,’ They thought to themselves, closing their eyes- trying to shut out the feeling of fear- even if their head was pounding. 

“I can’t believe she got another F on a math test- can you believe this?! I work with her constantly on it, and yet it's like she doesn’t even hear me!” The gruff man grumbled, the voice a distinct echo, as the brunette hid their face into their knees. The sounds of screaming, the sounds of banging… the sounds of things being thrown- it made their heart race. But they knew better. These were just their mind playing games on them from the past. Focus. They had to ground themselves, but…

‘I’m so scared, god I’m so damn scared…’ They took a few deep breaths, putting their hands to their ears. Focus. 

‘I’m in my room. It’s summer. There’s rain outside and the...smell of... alcohol... is very strong in the air… M-maybe I should open the window.’ Reaching up, they fiddle with the locks in their window for a few moments before flinging it open, letting the smell of nighttime air and rain pattering to the ground slowly drown out the scent of booze that lingered. In moments, the noise in their ears ebbed, and they were able to breathe again. Thankfully. With a bit more focus, the numbness seeped in, and they felt themselves slowly relax. Numbness...it was the only reprieve from the living nightmare of their heart. Controlling it took practice, and being able to shut everything out...it was their only escape. Even if…

‘...Even if it cost someone their life before because of my neglect…’ They thought to themselves, feeling their focus wane and the anxiety starting to ebb back into their vision.

“It’s okay...it’s okay…” They whispered to themselves as they got up, “It’s...It’s not like that anymore. It’s..It’s okay.” They forced themselves to breathe again, focusing again on keeping that numbness deep in- if only to protect themselves from their own pain. They had to get up. They had things to do. They had to keep going. 

Their feet felt heavy, slowly gliding across their small room and peering out into the hallway. Silence. Somber, peaceful silence- save for the sounds of the television faintly heard from downstairs. Slowly slipping downstairs, a voice greeted them.

“La- I-I mean, Soren?” 

“Y-yeah?” They stuttered out, feigning a smile as they poked their head over to where their father sat on the couch- watching the television screen. He at least tried with them, but still…

“Did you take your medication?”

“I-I’m gonna…” They mumbled sheepishly, their smile flickering a bit.

“Are you okay?”

“.....Y-yeah.” They lied through their teeth- in a manner that was not at all subtle. Part of them wondered if he’d ask, or if he’d just happen to not notice again.

“...Okay.” He smiled, “Don’t forget you start class next week. Hercules High needs you!” 

“R-right…”

“And don’t forget you perform for the next few weeks!”

“I-I do? B-but I thought that wasn’t until next week!” Their shock was portrayed in their tone, feeling their heart race. Summer felt like the only time they got to rest, and even then it didn’t feel like it was long enough to deal with the stress they went under.

“They’re starting volleyball season early, and you know the boss needs you.” He shrugged it off, ignoring the clear concern on their features, which fell to simple stress. A few moments of silence drawled on- to which they felt their phone go off in their pocket. They didn’t look at it for a little while, trying to not start crying at even the slightest thought of performing, before finally speaking up once more in a defeated tone.

“...O-Okay. I’ll g-go take my medication, night dad…” “Night sweetie!”

As they tiptoed away though, walking only on the balls of their feet, one thought only crossed their mind.

‘I need to get out of here. I can’t wait to escape any longer. I can’t wait. I can’t deal with the bullying anymore...I can’t take the manipulation anymore...’ A slow inhale, a slow exhale. They had been preparing it for months. Getting a passport, slowly packing things they would need- including funds to transfer from euros into yen…

‘I have to buy that ticket tonight. The last plane out for the next week.’

Their phone buzzed again, which brought them from their thoughts. Slowly, they sighed, taking out their phone.

‘If anyone can calm me down after this nightmare, it’d be my friends-’ They thought to themselves, until seeing the ID.

[ (Stepmom) 11:34 PM: Have you helped your dad out with his account yet? You have to take care of him you know, he can’t take care of himself. ]

Their blood boiled a bit, and despite themselves they quickly texted back.

[ (Ren) 11:35 PM: ...I’m 16, I shouldn’t have to take care of my own parents. Also, it depends- do you still have my binder hidden away somewhere? ]

[ (Stepmom) 11:37 PM: Your what? ]

[ (Ren) 11:37 PM: You know what it is, because I haven’t seen it since I put it in the wash a month ago. ]

For several minutes, as Ren went about the kitchen preparing their medication, they watched her type, the ‘(...)’ making them nervous as they tapped their fingers along their side. But, eventually…

[ (Stepmom) 11:41 PM: Oh, that. It’s going to hurt you if you wear it, it’s too tight. Honestly, I don’t know why you wear something that physically hurts you, so I threw it out. ]

[ (Ren) 11:41 PM: . . . You what. ]

It took everything in them to not throw their phone at the wall in anger. They saved up for months for that! They just wanted to present as themselves! It wasn’t even that tight compared to other, less safer binders! It fit fine!

[ (Stepmom) 11:43 PM: This is for your own good, darling. After all, you wouldn’t want your chest to start sagging, would you? ]

[ (Ren) 11:44 PM: I told you it fit fine. I told you not to mess with it, and how to properly wash it, and you decide to throw it out? The thing I bought with my own money? ]

[ (Stepmom) 11:45 PM: I told you, it’s for your own good. Besides, this phase of yours with being ‘transgender’ will pass in time. ]

Slow breath, in and out. Their grip on their phone tightened before turning it off altogether, taking very intentional slow breaths so they didn’t outright explode into a fit of anger in the middle of the kitchen.

‘She never fucking understands! I explained it to her so many times, I’ve told her this wasn’t just a phase, I begged her to use my name and let me just exist- but she just...can’t! And my dad never does anything! They’ll never do anything!! I just...I wanna be myself. I can’t take it anymore!’ 

As they gathered their medication, which rested in the kitchen, along with a bottle of water, they looked to their father’s wallet- which rested on the counter. They just needed to pay for the plane ticket... Slowly, they crept over, thinking to themselves, ‘...Am I doing this?’ 

Their grip shakes for a moment, trembling with anxiety- anger, sadness...every emotion at once swirling inside like a broiling soup, ready to boil over...They took a photo of the credit card- front to back, and slipped it back into his wallet.

‘...I have no choice.’

In one blink, they were upstairs. The next, purchasing the next plane ticket out of there. The next, slipping out of their room and onto the lower roof of their 2 floored house. The next, running down the street and down to the bus stop. The next, in an airport. And the next...they were gone. Over the course of the next...several hours...All of this occurred within the next day or so, even if everything felt like a blur. There was anxiety flooding through their veins, slowly breathing in and out.  Looking down while seated in the plane, they noted the transfer papers in their lap. A normal, public high school. They did it. They got out. They were free of everything. Of a shitty, unsupportive home life… of friends who only used them for the money they had, and talked shit behind their back...of the work that dragged them rugged...they were free. 

They were finally, finally....free.

....And slowly, just like that, the awareness came back. The feeling of their hands, their legs, and the emotions that came from those memories.

‘That’s right...I ran away from home to transfer to a normal life...I got a part time job, cut off everyone I knew in the past...and left. It wasn’t even just that my family was...abusive… Or at least at that point, But they were…. Neglectful. Emotionally and mentally neglectful... My father...he didn’t acknowledge how poorly he raised me, forced me to work on my singing abilities even when sick or mentally unwell… put so much pressure on my schoolwork that chores and life-skills took a back seat. My stepmother was transphobic, homophobic...and my mother…’

Their thoughts trailed off for a short moment...before the realization cut their heart in two.

‘I haven’t heard from her since I was 7.’

A crippling feeling of loneliness flooded their thoughts, and they swore they felt warmth trailing down their cheek. They swore they felt this before...they knew this feeling of loneliness, and it felt suffocating. It felt like only until recently...they had never known what it felt like to truly belong somewhere… Shit- they were definitely crying, they felt tears falling off their cheek with what awareness they had of their surroundings, despite their eyes being closed. They tried to reach up, to wipe it off, but they once again felt the tight leather restraints keeping them still. 

“Hey, Deep breaths.” A voice cut through the pain. The technician, “How are you feeling right now?”

Their eyes fluttered a bit, and eventually...opened. Their body felt heavy. It took a moment or two to piece together how their tongue worked again, but then they eventually mumbled between nervous clicks of their tongue. 

“Shitty, thanks,” They sarcastically muttered, “I’m doing as well as I can be. How long has it been?”

“4 hours.” The technician spoke up, “Do you recollect anything from Hopes Peak yet, Ren?”

“...No.” They took a second to gather their thoughts, slowly shaking their head as slightly as they could to try and clear the feeling of static and prickles that surrounded their headspace, “Just...my childhood.” 

“Right. Well, we’re about halfway done. If we tried going past 8 hours...well, we don’t know what sort’ve effect it might have on you.” 

The intercom spoke, as they nodded, taking another breath. They had stopped crying by now.

“How does this equipment work again?” They were a bit curious now, and it's not like they were really paying attention earlier when he probably was explaining it to them. The sigh he gave confirmed this suspicion, and while quietly smothering the instant guilt in their stomach that came with feeling like a burden for making him repeat himself, he spoke.

“It basically delivers electromagnetic waves through your ears and to your brain, and depending on the frequency we put through these waves, it will help drudge up any forgotten memories...That is to say, it is impossible to ‘steal’ memories persay- but with the right technology, repressing them very deeply into your mind is very possible. It takes very miniscule, very specific triggers to drudge them back to the surface. That’s what the humming is- the electromagnetic waves,” He explained, “However, we cannot select what you do and don’t remember...and given you have ADHD, what you do recall can vary greatly. You still might not remember as much as most of your classmates, hence why yours is taking that much longer compared to your peers.”

“ADHD...of course this is the first I’m hearing of it,” They noted, spite in their tone, “Gotta have a word with that shrink later.” Even if, thinking of it then, ADHD clicked perfectly with how they acted and their personality. 

“Soren, please do not nearly break the arm of another psychologist.” 

The technician’s exasperation was heard in his tone, watching the brunette’s dark eyes blink up towards where he was sitting in the window. He was holding what, they could only imagine, was yet another coffee. A small stack sat on the desk next to him.

“Nah, I won’t…” They responded, hiding a hint of a chuckle at his tone...They were about to ask another question before quickly giving the slightest shake of their head to brush it off, “Anyway, let’s keep going, yeah?”

“Right. Ready to go back under? Now, I won’t be able to speak to you again until after the procedure ends. While you’re under, you’re technically unconscious, but after each memory ends- you’re briefly brought back to a slight sense of consciousness to give your head a break. Understand?”

“Gotcha, doc.” Their tone was thick with drowsiness, the slight irish drawl slipping between pursed lips. They were sleepy already… What time was it?

“Right...Good luck, Mx.” 

The hum started back up as he spoke, growing louder until his voice was drowned out altogether. One breath in...One breath out...And their head went slack once more as they fell unconscious. 

–☆–

How is it someone like them got accepted here again?

They honestly had no clue. Extensive testing, sure, they were a decent learner...but their emotional capabilities were apparently one to behold. Sure, they knew they helped a student down and away from suicide, but honestly? Anyone could really do that. Either way, after further examination, they were the designated ‘Ultimate Empath’...Jeez, what the HELL were they doing here?

‘But I mean...if those rumors I heard are true, I’ll be set for life,’ They thought to themselves, shyly posted up in the main hall- watching slowly students trickle in of all ages, ‘And I don’t want to work a part-time job for the rest of my life.’ 

Some were talking amongst themselves, others kept to themselves but...they were amongst the latter, arms nervously crossed over their torso. Amongst orientation, they would be introduced to the classes specifically picked for each individual student, and fitted into proper ‘Hopes Peak’ uniforms….you know, the same ones no one seemed to really wear- if the appearance of some upperclassmen were any indication. 

But they, personally? They didn’t want to make themselves too known within the class. After all, they knew there were missing posters for their deadname so if they weren’t careful…

‘I can’t go back home. I can’t. But also...do I really belong here?’

Looking around, the energy of everyone seemed so...so different...compared to them. So much stronger, mentally and physically. Confident. Cheerful. Perfect.

‘...Maybe I shouldn't be here.’ Their thoughts started walking away with them as they slowly started backing over towards the door…

Only to run into someone- causing both of them to start to stumble. 

“Eep-!” 

          “Whoa!”

They felt the person behind them, though, trip, and suddenly, they were on the floor, on top of this poor unfortunate soul. A few moments of silence pass, a few classmates piping in, asking if they were both okay, before Ren slowly sat up, rubbing their head… only to realize they probably nearly crushed the person below them, and jumping up to their feet. 

“Oh my gods, I'm so sorry!” Their voice came out as a shrill squeak, slightly muffled as their hands clasped over their mouth in anxious surprise.

“Ah, jeez-” The boy in question they watched as he rubbed the back of his head, “I-it’s alright, really… Should’ve watched what was in front of me.” He laughed softly, and they looked away.

They wouldn’t lie...he was pretty cute.

“D-did you just walk in? I-I mean, it’s normal not to notice me...I’m pretty short.” They asked and explained themselves, fiddling with their fingers.

“Yeah, I did...and believe me-” He got up himself, standing not much taller than the brunette in question, probably around 5’2”-5’3” or so compared to their 4’10”, “I’m...Not much better in terms of height.”

There was a bewildered silence for a few moments, before the two in question bursted into a small fit of laughter, doubled over in their fit of snickers. As a result, they relaxed a bit, calming down around this boy. 

“I’m guessing you’re also in my class then?” They asked, wiping away a small tear from their eye.

“Yeah, actually. What’s your name?” Olive eyes met their own, and they tried everything in their being to keep from squeaking shyly at the eye contact.

“N-Name’s Soren. U-Ultimate Empath. And you?” They offered a hand to him, despite themselves. The boy in question chuckled, taking their hand in his own and giving a soft squeeze as he shook their hand.

“Makoto Naegi...I-I’m the Ultimate Lucky Student, apparently.” He spoke, awkwardly scratching at the back of his neck. Ren tilted their head, curious.

“Luck student? How the hell do you measure luck…?” They asked, obliviously. Makoto sighed, looking a bit downcast, and they could practically see the insecurity written in his body language and face.

“It’s a long story...But honestly, it’s...kinda ridiculous.” He mumbled, “Not sure if someone like you would wanna hear about it.”

“No, no.” They quickly shook their head, not retracting their hand and instead putting their other hand on his, leaning a bit closer with intrigue written on their features, “I wanna know… If you’re comfortable talking about it, of course. I mean…” They tilted their head, “It’s weird feeling different from the other Ultimates, huh?”

His eyes widened, caught off guard, “How did you…” They grinned a bit, a soft smile, “Empath, remember? I can sense your distress about being here...I can sense your nerves. You don’t...feel like you belong, do you?” They asked.

Makoto blinked for a few moments, eyes searching theirs for any sign of joking, before sighing and relaxing a bit. Right.

“Spot on, I guess. Alright, alright, I’ll spill. But you best not tell anyone else, okay?” Makoto put a finger to his lips, a curl of a joking smirk on their face. At that moment, they noticed the faint sprinkling of freckles across his face, the slight dimples in his features when he grinned...Their heart jumped a bit, and they laughed.

“I won’t tell a soul.”

In one blink, there they were talking to Makoto, and in the next…

“Ren?” Looking over, they found themselves in a different environment. They were seated outside, underneath a tree, with a few other girls around them. If memory serves right… 

‘This is Chihiro, Celestia, and Asahina.’ Their memory clicked perfectly back together.

“Hey!” It was Hina talking, “Dude, are you okay? You were spacing out pretty hard there.”

Ren blinked a bit, before shyly chuckling and looking away, “Ah, yeah, I’m okay. That just...tends to happen.” 

Hina blinks a bit before shaking her head, “Well, yeah, clearly. You should really get that checked out you know! If you can’t even focus on food, how will you be able to focus in class?! I mean, midterm exams are coming up soon you know.”

“...A Lot of studying.” They chuckled nervously, biting their nails, “Still, I just have a lot on my mind lately, I guess.”

“A- A-lot on your mind?” Chihiro spoke up, blinking and leaning a bit closer towards Ren, “D-does it have to do w-with studying?” “...No, I wouldn’t say that…” They mumbled, shyly, looking down at their food and taking a shy bite.

‘How can I tell them everything that goes on in my head? How can I tell them that it's a fight everyday to survive? How can I explain...that something’s wrong with me?’

Simply put, they couldn’t. They managed a small smile and chuckled.

“Just thinking of boys, I guess.” They quickly averted the actual subject- unknowing of them setting themselves up for disaster.

“Oooh?” Asahina got a mischievous grin on her face, “Any particular boys?”

Their face flushed...it was no secret to any of them that they, simply put, were a bit smitten.

“Noooooo….?” They lied through their teeth, even if their goofy grin gave them away.

“Not even a particular luckster?” Celeste leaned in a bit, joining in on the teasing with her own little devilish grin, giggling quietly as the brunette interrogated squeaked shyly and hid their face in their hands, the image of the Ultimate in question immediately flooding their thoughts.

“Nooo!!!” They tried to protest, shaking their head rapidly. The group of girls giggled, Chihiro wrapping an arm around the brunette’s neck in an attempt to reassure them.

“You’re going to have to ask him out eventually, you know, before Sayaka beats you to it.” Asahina said with a cheeky grin. Their smile faltered slightly. 

“No, no. I shouldn’t meddle...I’d feel bad.”

“Even if he clearly has no romantic interest in her?” Celeste spoke up, red eyes widening a bit, “That is to say, I’ve only seen him so starstruck around you particularly, my dear.”

Ren’s face flushed even brighter, biting their lip shyly, “Noo, he definitely wouldn’t want someone like me…” Their self consciousness was starting to show, “I mean, I’m just a nosy empath with gender issues. Sayaka is...a literal popstar.” 

“And? Popstar or no, you still have something special about you that Naegi senses! Cmon, Ren, be a bit more confident in yourself!” Hina rebutted, determination glittering in her bright blue eyes before giggling and shoving a baked treat into her mouth.

“I-I’m plenty confident in myself!” ‘I...I think.’ They left that last bit out, looking away to bite their lip in uncertainty.

The rest of the girls shared a mutual doubtful, somewhat concerned look, before shaking their heads.

“Tell us that when you manage to ask Naegi out yourself, dear.” Celeste concluded, delicately eating at some sparse vegetables she had served herself, smiling sweetly towards her.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” They huffed, blushing with a slight pout as they idly drank at the sugary drink that sat next to them. It tasted sweet, and reminded them of peaches… Peach soda. Huh.

Still, looking over to the tree next to them, they spotted Makoto amongst some of the guys- laughing alongside Ishimaru, Sayaka, Kyoko, and Yasuhiro...and found their heart sinking a bit in their chest.

‘He’d...never fall for someone like me. It’s not like I’m extraordinary or anything… I’m not like the rest of the Ultimates here.’ They thought to themselves, feeling their mood start to shift. However, the next moment, his eyes met theirs and he smiled, offering a shy wave- and they felt their heart start to race all over again.

‘...Still. I’ll...I’ll stay hopeful for it. It never hurts to dream, right?’

Slowly, the memory faded into nothing once more, and while they didn’t open their eyes again, they felt the sense of their surroundings return once again.

‘Hopes Peak Academy...I never expected I’d get in, especially while I was a runaway...but when I did, it changed my life. For the first time I had friends. I had people I cared about...but at the time, I was so wrapped up in my own trauma, in my own depression...I just didn’t notice. I thought I was alone..’ They thought to themselves, a curl of a small smile on their features, ‘...And my love for Makoto...it goes even beyond the Killing School Life...Gods, Hina isn’t going to let me live THAT down anytime soon if she remembers that.’

Still...there was something about knowing their classmates...truly KNOWING their classmates now, compared to back then...that hurt their heart even more.

‘...They all deserved so much better… None of them deserved to die. None of them deserved to be murdered...none of them deserved to suffer the way we all did. I hope they’re doing okay in the everafter…’ 

Still, as sweet as the memory was, they had to continue. They had to keep going down memory lane. And, it seemed everyone else agreed, as the electromagnetic humming started once again, filling their head with noise. This one felt more abrupt, more sharp, and suddenly they were groaning in pain a bit. Whatever was going on, it hurt...it actually really, really hurt-

“I-Is...is everything...okay??” They managed to open an eye slightly… Only to notice the panic in the technician’s faces. Was something going wrong??? Why did this hurt so badly and all of a sudden- it felt like their head might burst from the pain that came from the sound. 

...They had little time to ask, as within the next moment the world spun back into oblivion once again.

–☆–

“Soooooreeeen~!” 

A cheerful voice brought them to their senses, a thin thumb running over their cheek and wiping a tear from their eyes.

“Hey, are you listening to yourself?” Junko. One of Ren’s newer friends- though she’s been the most honest to them about everything going on.

“I-I ah….s-sorry. I guess I was rambling again, huh?” They looked over to her. They were sitting in an abandoned classroom, the blonde in question was sitting on one of the desks, looking down at them through empty, crystalline eyes.

“Yeah, you were totally out of it.” She chuckled, a smirk on her face, “I can’t believe how heartbroken you look, but honestly? It’s really cute.”

“Oh shutup-” They blushed a bit, looking away, “I-It’s...it’s nothing.”

“Oh really? Even though Makoto is going on what’s totally a date with Sayaka?” Junko leaned into their face, “It’s okay to feel that, y’know? It’s totally okay to let those feelings manifest into something quite...gorgeous. Wouldn’t you agree? It’s like you said, right?” “...There's beauty in everything. Even the worst bits of life…Even in the pain.” They repeated, another tear falling down their cheek.

“There we go… It’s really sad, how you’re literally the side character to your own life, you know? How often Asahina and the others just go off on their own without you?...Well, at least I’m here, you know?” Junko grinned a bit as they nodded, slowly.

“Yeah…”

“Junko...We do have a plan to discuss, you know…” A voice caught both of their attention, and looking towards the corner of the room, Mukuro Ikusaba. A sweet girl with dark black hair and another array of freckles. If they weren’t so bent out of shape with Makoto, honestly Mukuro was also very cute…

“Oh shutup!” Junko’s high pitch voice cut through their gay thoughts, quickly looking back to the blonde, “Anyway, let’s go over the plan I came up with! Alright?”

“Okay…” Mukuro nodded quietly, submitting to her sister’s behavior once again with a passive smile. This seemed to be quite the pattern with these two, and Ren wondered if all siblings acted like this...

“So, I heard some super super secret news about how this whole...event that happened at the school is only going to get worse,” Junko explained, “But with the rest of the outside world. We’re pretty sure that the school will lock up a bunch of us in here, and we want to make things that much more fun for everyone.”

“...Okay…?” Ren raised an eyebrow, concerned.

“We want you to be the one to get back at them.” 

“Huh?”

“You know!! Beat up everyone who keeps abandoning you! Your so called ‘friends’ and your ‘crush’ who abandon you when you need them the most? The ones who clearly couldn’t care less about you? Don’t you want to get back at them?” Junko leaned in towards Ren, who bit their lip, shaking their head.

“N-No...No of course not...I-I mean, they have lives of their own, they shouldn’t have to pay all their attention to me all the time…”

“Even when they clearly forget about you all the time? When you almost killed yourself at the end of last year?” Junko’s eyes stared into Ren’s soul, and they felt...almost violated by the eye contact.

“...E-even so...I-I wouldn’t hurt them…”

“So what are you gonna do? Turn tail and run back to Ireland? Back to your family?” They still don’t know HOW Junko found out about their past- as far as everyone else knew, they were just an Ireland transfer student.

“...N-No, of course not.”

“So, you’ll stay. And play our game.” Junko smiled, “Okay?”

“I…”

“I wouldn’t want something...devastating happening to your dear Naegi, would you?” Junko’s grin turned almost sadistic as she spoke, harshly grabbing their face, “So, you’ll play our game, right?”

Their heart stopped...if Makoto was going to put in danger.......no, they’d do anything in their power to make sure that happened, even if- for the time being- they had to play along.

“...Yes...yes of course.” They mumbled, cheeks squished.

“Good! Besides, it’s not like you’re killin’ em or anything! Not unless you wanna, then of course I’ve got your back on that!” Junko chuckled a bit, letting go of their face, watching as they rubbed their cheeks.

“I-I’d...I’d never kill anyone…”

“Oh dear, we’ll see.”

Junko got up from her seat, slowly approaching Ren and cornering them in their chair.

“J-Junko?...” Their eyes widened, “What are you doing?” 

“Hmm...I just want to show you something. Is that okay?” The blonde grinned, tilting their chin up, “After that, we can further discuss this prank of ours.”

“...N-Noo…?” They had a bad feeling about it, but Junko didn’t seem to listen. They quickly got up to leave, they suddenly didn’t feel safe in the room alone with her- but they felt their arm yanked back, and pinned back into the next desk. 

“J-Junko-!”

The blondes bright eyes appeared in their vision next, her grin a bit sharper than it probably should be.

“Mukuro, hold them down, I want to watch how they react to this video…”

...Something happened during that day. Something that...even to their mind's eye, was fuzzy. They remembered that they started crying again at one point, they remember they felt violated- but they didn’t know why. They don’t remember what happened. They don’t remember how they felt after- or if they even felt anything...But all they could recall after was a faint whisper of a voice, menacing yet dripping with faux sweetness.

“You’ll make them all pay for what they did to you, right?”

“Yes, Junko.”

…

“Junko?”

“Ohmygod- Yeeees?”

“...Let my memory get erased too. I promise I’ll still follow up on my deal. I...I’ll still have my anger, I’ll still have that aggression. I promise. Just...wipe my memory alongside everyone else. So I don’t spill our little secret. Okay?”

 “....Fine.”

–☆–

In that brief moment, they suddenly jolted upright- body trembling and a pained gasp leaving their lungs. They- they couldn’t breathe all of a sudden, and everything suddenly felt so loud-

The primary technician who ran the whole ordeal ran inside, quickly detaching the device and kneeling down in front of Ren.

“Soren?! Hey, can you hear me?!” No. No they couldn’t. All they could think about was how sick they felt, how suddenly suicidal they felt. Were they drowning? Why couldn’t they breathe?!

‘I agreed to hurt people for Junko...S-she manipulated me...she hurt me...to get me to play her game. To keep me from leaving before shit hit the fan...Fuck. Fuck, if I followed through on any of her ideas…To think I agreed to HER game- God I’m a fucking idiot!’ Their thoughts were running at a thousand miles an hour, struggling to breathe. Their hands were tugging desperately on their restraints, unsure if they wanted to hold their throat in attempts to try and breathe again, or if they wanted to claw at their arms until they bled.

They shook their head violently, and in the next moment- with little warning aside from their stomach doing a complete 180- doubled over in their chair and threw up right into their lap. The technician, alarmed, quickly rang up their psychologist who was a few floors down, to provide assistance. 

Everything in their vision swam. They conspired with Junko to hurt people. They conspired with Junko...they...they enabled the Killing Game before it even started.

They puked again. They felt like they might throw up their lungs next, at this rate.

Why were they alive? Why did they have to be the one alive?! They kept making one mistake after another- and this just proved it! This just proved how fucked up they were. How dangerous they were to others.

“Ren- Ren, tell me what you saw!” The technician grabbed their shoulders, trying to get them to focus. Their trashing just got worse. “No! No- No let go of me! Let go of me! I- I can’t breathe- oh my god what did I do!?” Their voice was hoarse from the acidic bile in their throat, struggling not to get sick even more. 

“What did you see?! What did you recall?!” The technician kept trying to talk to them, which only resulted in overwhelming them all the more. The last thing they can completely remember after abruptly waking up from their memory revitalization- was screaming at the top of their lungs. They just wanted to die- they didn’t deserve to live for working with Junko- for working with despair. Frankly, they wished they had died instead of recalling anything at all.

They…frankly don’t remember the next hour or so. They remember faces, eyes, voices speaking to them...a needle being put into their arm…

And soon, they calmed down a bit, feeling sluggish and heavy. Everything felt a bit fuzzy at the edges of their mind as the screaming- both physically and mentally- all but stopped. 

‘Sedatives,’ The thought connected briefly, before the word escaped them altogether in the cloud of drugs. Their psychologist helped them to their feet-- when did they get onto the floor of the laboratory?-- and out of the lab.

Being barely supported under their arm, they basically dragged their feet back to their shared apartment room within their sector’s building with Makoto. Their psychologist stuck by their side until they were able to walk easier, before heading off to schedule a few more appointments in the very near tomorrow. They had a feeling they’d be busy tomorrow, if they even had the energy to get up. 

They remember looking at the time...But they don’t remember what it was. Late, they figured. They stumbled inside, nearly falling on their face as they held their head, still trying to wrap their mind around everything they remembered.

The slight shifting from one of the rooms in the apartment got their attention though, and within another blink Makoto was at their side- helping them stand up a bit and trying to help them into bed. His mouth moved, and they acknowledged that he was saying something to them...but it took a few moments before anything he said actually was heard by them. When they were, they looked up a bit more at him, to which he sighed. 

“What happened?” He asked them, eyebrows furrowed in concern. Their eyes watered a bit, mumbling a quiet, ‘I’m so so sorry...I’m… I failed everyone here…’ 

“Failed? Ren?” He sat them down, clasping their hand, “You had the memory recovery procedure today right? What happened?”

“...I-I can’t...I can’t tell you.” They mumbled, eyes squeezed shut, “You’d hate me. Everyone would...I-I can’t… I can’t take it…” They shook their head, breathing starting to go shallow again as Makoto quickly waved his hands in mild panic.

“Hey, hey, calm down, calm down! It’s going to be okay. Y-you don’t need to talk about it right now, okay? Everything’s okay.” He reassured them, concerned and slightly panicked, “I could never hate you, Ren…” “...” They wanted to scream, they wanted to explain everything to those eyes, they wanted to prove him wrong. They wanted to prove that they should be hated, especially after what they’ve done...but they just felt too tired. They felt too scared...they felt too insecure to admit to it.

“Just rest for now, okay? I’ll bring you some water, and..” He noticed how stained their clothes were, and his nervous smile faltered, “And a change of clothes, apparently, yikes… Do you need anything else?”

“...Medication…” They mumbled quietly, tossing off their shirt and pants without much mind to it, “Please…”

“...Right, okay.” He faltered a bit and quickly looked away from their frame, getting back to his feet, “You rest up for a bit, and I’ll...I’ll get what you need, okay?”

“Okay…” “I love you…” ‘You wouldn’t if you knew what I did…’

Laying down, they felt their eyes flutter as the sedatives further kicked in, feeling their consciousness start to slip…

“I love you too.”

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okay but ur panda cass and jason sounds freaking adorable and i cannot wait. like bro thats cute as shit cmon.

Thanks! And I can't wait either, so here, have a little piece of fluff:

Bruce was seated at the computer, around an hour after sending the kids upstairs to rest after a rough patrol, when a noise that wasn't his typing on the keyboard reached his ears, making him stop mid-motion. It was a knock, low and hard, apparently comming from the door that led to the manor.

Which was highly unlikely since everyone in the manor new how to come into the cave.

By the time it took Bruce to check the cameras around and inside the house, there were three more knocks, one after the other, before they came to a stop.

Bruce was about to walk up the stairs, batarang in hand, when the door opened, the light from his study only allowing him to see the shadow of the person standing there. A very small, rounded, black-and-white person.

Mouth hanging open, Bruce could only stare as not only one, but two small balls of furr made their way down the stairs, crawling more than walking, pushing one another, climbing one another when one of them fell and felt too lazy to stand up.

Halfway down, though, one of them -the smaller one- sat up, and stared at Bruce with big, shiny green eyes, each one surrounded by a patch of black that onky made Bruce's heart clench. It was odd thinking about his Jason, his bulky, intimidating, almost-as-tall-as-Bruce Jason, being this fluffy, chubby panda the height of a toddler. But then, Bruce remembered his fifteen year old self, rounded ears twitching in annoyance at his animal form being as big as a newborn human baby. By now, Bruce was convinced his son's animal form was never going to reach its adult dimensions.

Then, it could only be because of his species, because while Cass was bigger than him, at her two feet tall, it seemed like she wasn't going to get any bigger.

A small, annoyed sound, more like a bark than their typical bleat, had Bruce rushing to the small bear all but begging to be lifted.

"Alright, Jaylad," he muttered, no doubt with a lovestruck smile gracing his face as he bent down to scup this barking baby into his arms. "Here, I got you, ok?"

He barely had time to notice a red, wool bag atached to his chest, when something prevented him from standing up baby-in-arms.

He looked down and found panda-Cass clinging to her brother's feet with impressive strenght.

Smile turning soft, Bruce knelt down and untangled Cass' claws off Jason's furr, and presented her with his own back.

"You're comming too, Cass, don't worry."

Before he finished talking, he felt small claws climbing up his tank top, clumsily accommodating herself untill she was all but laying on his back, forcing him to walk with his body tilted forward, while holding a restless, barking Jay in his arms.

A task that seemed all too easy to a guy who went every night in full combat armor to fight crime.

If only these two didn't eat twice their size every meal, no matter the shape they were at the time.

Still, Bruce made it to the end of the stairs, before he realized that Jason's barking and Cass' claws at his back meant that he was supposed to come upstairs with them, not down to the cave.

He sighed tiredly as he readjusted both of them, before turning around, cursing himself for not taking the time of fixing the elevator last night.

"Looks like you have your hands full for tonight, B-man."

Bruce grunted as he saw Dick appear at the door, dressed in a Wonder Girl themed night suit. Bruce was only thankful that he hadn't decided to join his sibling on his animal form. He certainly didn't need a hyperactive Afghan Hound running around the cave so early in the morning.

"Now I know who let them in," Bruce grunted as he held Jason's hand to stop him from digging his claws on Bruce's jaw. His son has always been too fond of harming Bruce while in his animal form, only to blame it to his species' natural clumsiness once he returned to his human form.

"Well, it's nearly three in the morning, you shouldn't be down there by now," Dick said, tapping at Jason's nose when Bruce passed by him, "these two are the only ones annoying and cute enough to get you to come out."

Bruce grunted, although relieved when Dick lifted Cass off his back, hugging her tight to his chest.

"C'mon, old man, the rest's waiting for us at the den."

Bruce sighed as his oldest sauntered out of the study, cooing at Cass as she attemped to get her mouth to his ear.

"Now, what is this, Jay?" he asked as he held Jason in front of him, hands holding him under his armpits. He smiled as he noticed the book tucked inside the bag. "I don't think that's something your siblings want to read."

Jason only squirmed and whined until he was once again snuggled against Bruce's body, moving a little to hide his face against his dad's neck, before letting a bark that sounded like a 'I don't care' more than anything.

And because Bruce has never been strong enough to deny Jason of anything, he just hugged him back as he walked to the den, his mother's edition of 'Pride and Prejudice' in hand.

* * *

So, the actual fic's a bit longer and a bit angstier, but Cass and Jay are too adorable to give them anything but a happy ending, so here.

Thanks for the ask!

[nightmaretyrantvantas]

So I’m finally getting around to writing out a bunch of info about my Sander Sides au so I hope youre all ready--(its like 1 am im so sorry for any spelling mistakes and missed tags)

So its 1 am on a work night and I cant sleep and I’ve had lots of ideas and canon things for this au bouncing around my head for days and now TONIGHTS THE NIGHT ITS HAPPENING IM DELIVERING YOU ALL THE DETAILS AND EVERYTHING I CAN THINK OF AND TYPE 

Also please feel free to ask about this! I know I got a few new followers from all my recent sander sides art and also thanks to @sugarglider9603 reblogging some art I made of their au I got the biggest flood of exposure and attention on my art ive ever had and I have so much to thank them for, for all recent exposure ive gotten the past couple days( theyre so sweet and lovely and easy to talk to sugar deserves all the love--) and its given me a huge surge of motivation and confidence to post this. And please, my inbox is always open to talk about my aus or my art! Ask questions, send requests, send headcanons or ideas, send fluff angst im open to anything and I try to do all requests sent to me(sooner or later)

Oh oh! and please id you catch any and all the little inspirations or anything let me know

And finally this au is a LAMP au with Remile and Demus on the side

Ahem ahem anyway onto the au!!!

More under the cut so I dont flood your screen too bad!

Ok so! 

This Au was originally inspired by @residentanchor‘s amazing fanfic A Lesson in Practicality and also a little bit by @prettyinaccurate‘s fanged virgil au( I’ll get more into that further down) 

So it takes place in a (currently) unnamed bigger city I based off San Francisco and Sacramento( because I live in Cali and those are the two major cities ive really visited ya know?) The boys are all in various stages of their twenties when they move into a four bedroom apartment together: Patton Foster is the oldest of the roomies at 27, then Logan Masters at 26, Roman Prince at 24, and finally Virgil Collins at 22. They move in together because it all works out for them really, the apartment is in a good distance to all their current jobs, whether by bus or even in Pat’s case in walking distance and with all four of them it was well affordable and was pretty nice. I mean hey it even came with a little communal balcony ( since theyre on third floor of the building) 

Things are understandably a little rocky at first , i mean isnt it always though?

Virgil has alot of anxiety and so he tends not to talk really at all at the beginning unless he ABSOLUTELY had to, mostly communicating in noncomittal noises and soft grumbles, and he was fresh out of collage and barely two years into his job and out on his own for the first time and he wasnt really ready for it either like christ too many people

Patton was bright bubbly and caring. This wasnt his first rodeo with roomies, I mean cmon, hes been sharing a room with his older brother Damian(deceit) on and off almost all his freakin life, nor was it his first time living on his own with strangers(hes lived in two different parts of two when he was job hopping before he settled down in his current part time job)

Roman was extroverted loud and exciteable, he too was used to sharing his living space( he had TWO siblings after all) and before he had moved into the apartment he had tried living on his own and with other roommates while he attended collage, but those just didnt work out well ( he ended up staying with his older brother Remy in his studio apartment across the city while he finished out that semester and searched for a job to keep an income.

Logan was serious minded stern toned and confident, he had a minor degree in teaching that he was slowly repursueing and had been out on his own for awhile before he had moved in. And though cold at first he soon found his group of housemates...enjoyable.

Its about a month into them living together that they learn exactly why despite slowly getting close and getting to know each other Virgil still kept a wide distance: He had entirely sharp teeth.

“ I dunno....I was born with them..theyve always been a sharp pain in my ass...” - virgil, about his teeth

Of course just having sharp teeth wasnt bad enough oh no. You see a few years back when he was about 18 he was young and dumb and made horrifically stupid and reckless decisions under peer pressure and ended up doing something that not only pointedly (haha oh god im not funny) chipped his front teeth but it fucked up his teeth pretty majorly, he went from having a normal overbite to almost having a goddamn underbite and crooked all his teeth, and the only way to fix it( because somehow miraculous for all the damage done it turned out to be mostly reversable aside from the chipping) was getting braces to realign his teeth. So he’s had pretty purple braces over his fangs since he was 18 and they werent expected to come off until he was AT LEAST 25 and he was insecure about them. ( he got mocked for them through his two and a half years of junior collage)

Once the gang finds out they are understanding and helpful and dont make a big deal about it( though virgil gains a significant amount of more vampire related nicknames from roman)

Once they get close and comfortable around each other the apartment is pretty warm and lively! 

Virgil works at the art store as an assistant manager and head stocker( a bit of a dream come true since he was an art student)

Roman works as a part time waiter at a family resturant as well as working at a nearby theater( he was of course a lovely theater major) 

Patton worked at a nearby cafe and bakery as a bit of everything! He helped wait tables, serve behind the counter, and helped in the back in the kitchen( the owners were family friends and he’d been working there almost four to five years at that point, boi knows how to do everything) 

Logan worked at a big name bookstore, and also provided tutoring sessions for highschool students on the side by commision

More FACTS~~

Family ages for the big families go as follows:

Fosters: Damian(28), Patton(27)

Prince: Remy(26), Roman(24, older twin by 10 minutes), Remus(24, younger twin)

Emile is 27 and is a licensed therapist and works as a counselor for young adults that volunteers at the nearby library to ready to children

Remy works as a coffee barista in Emile’s building

Remus does alot of odd jobs, kinda working as an independent for hire and gets a surprising steady flow of work and pay. Hes still a trash man though, but hes a successful trash man( partly thanks to Damian calling in favors with connections)

Damian works at a law firm slowly moving into the position of prosecutor

Virgil doesnt really get along with his family and at some point Emile offers to take virgil in as his adopted brother, with Damian assuring him if he wanted concrete legal papers to start changing his last name, cutting ties with his family, anything needed for it he’d see to it that they’d be providing(something our boi really appreciates)

Remy visits Emile on his breaks since hes literally just...two hallways down and vice versa

Damian and Remus live together in the next, slightly smaller city over because Damian’s work transferred him to a different office in order for him to keep moving up in the ranks so to speak. 

Hes also good at what he does.

Family nights happen whenever they can

Patton got to teach them how to cook alot of complicatied dishes from scratch, a bonding time he adores

Roman got Virgil an Espeon hoodie after they all start dating and virgil loves it and wears it alot around the house because its a thicker hoodie and warm( though he tries to ignore the big ears and the obnovious tail

Virgil also loves visiting Roman’s work on what Ro likes to refer to as “ hellish days” AKA kids day which means goofy kid friendly theme days. His favorite was probably alice in wonderland day when Roman was Tweedle Dee

Roman played J.D at the local theater and likes to hum some of the his songs to switch up the Disney

The balcony is covered in houseplants and and a corner of old blankets and pillows to sit and chill on

Once a month Logan and Patton have what is affectionately referred to as the Cat Discourse

After any particularly rough days at work Patton tends to massage Logan’s shoulders and back to make sure Lo doesnt get any really bad stress knots

in return when Logan sees Patton’s head a hard day he makes Patton’s favorite drink and pulls him into a hug and let the older man fall asleep in his arms while they watch movies

Pat and roman sense each other’s bad days and order in some cliche diner food and hole up in pattons room with Pattons computer and relax the shittiness away with comedy specials and movies 

Likewise Virgil has a knack of picking up Roman’s bad days and always grabs a couple glasses and a bottle kinda cheap wine and they end up curling up together on Romans bed marathoning Disney movies on Virgil’s laptop 

and when Virgil closes himself off more than normal Logan manages to lure him out of his room and they end up sitting out on the balcony quietly talking and stargazing

so loving and fond and soft with each other

you hurt one of them you gonna get BEAT by the others. 

Speaking of getting beat, never EVER mess with Roman or Remus in Remy’s proximity

Remy Andrew Prince can and WILL fuck you right up if you hurt his little brothers. He’s protective.

and where Remy will rearrange your face Damian will ruin you mentally and legally if you so much as mistreat a single freckle on his little brother’s face, despite knowing that Patton is fully capable of taking care of himself. 

Everyone protects Virgil, dont mess with or hurt virgil or you have the pack coming for ya throat

aaaaaaaaaaaaaand thats all I have for right now! Of course more will be added but now its almost three in the morning and I have work at 1:30pm and im sleepy finally! But I hope you guys like this! And please, feel free to talk to me about it, my inbox is always open!!

Taglist: @phantommoonpeople @sweetsweetemo @loganberrysanders

[bluevelvetseb]

And if… (Sebastian x reader)

A/N: I’m not the best at writing but it’s fun so hope you guys like it and sorry if there’s any grammar errors

*ping*

You tore your eyes from your computer screen and picked up your phone to check the notification. It’s a Snapchat from Sebastian.

You chuckle as you remember when he finally agreed to get the app. He first refused because he said it wasn’t necessary and he didn’t understand how to use it.

When it comes to technology, seb was like a 70 year old grandpa. It was the most adorable thing to watch. He rarely used the app though, so it was a surprise when you got a snap from him. You quickly unlocked your phone and pressed his name.

He sent you a selfie of him in a navy hoodie, sitting down on a couch, sporting a sour look on his face.

“I’m so mad.” He captioned the picture.

You took a quick selfie and asked why he was mad. You set your phone down and continued to type on your computer. Not long after you get another notification. Quickly unlocking your phone, you press his name again.

“You’re not here to cuddle with me.” You chuckle and shake your head at his statement and his face. He decided to stick out his tongue out for the selfie. You take a screenshot for blackmail purposes for later.

“I’m not the one that’s in Atlanta for filming” you sent a video. You waited for his reply.

“How do you Record a video?” A look of confusion on his face.

You roll your eyes and chuckle. Instead of sending him another snap, you FaceTime call him. He quickly answered the call.

“Hey love!” He answered, his eyes scrunching up as soon as he sees you.

“Hi sweets, to answer your question, all you had to do was hold down the circle where you take a picture.” You told him. You saw him shuffle around on the other side of the phone.

“That information would’ve been useful a couple minutes ago.” Narrowing his eyes at you. But then he started to smile again. Knowing he was just playing around.

“And you know I would rather be at home with you than being here.” He huffed out. “I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too sweets.” You huffed. “I wish you were here so we could cuddle, watch some Disney movies and eat all the snacks in the pantry.”

You heard him groan. “There’s nothing I want more than to be there with you.”

“But don’t worry, it’s only one more week and then you can have me all to yourself.” He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at you.

You laughed at his dumb antics. “Oh don’t worry once you come home you won’t be leaving my side anytime soon.” You tried winking at him but failing.

He let out a loud laugh. “I can’t wait.” He winked backed. Him however succeeding at it.

“What are you doing right now?” He questioned. Seeing that you were in the office room of your apartment.

“Trying to put together a presentation for a new project that’s due in a couple days, but my brain is fried. Been working on it all morning.” You sighed. Turing to face your computer, and wanting to do nothing more than slamming it closed.

Sebastian saw your tired eyes and felt guilt creeping up to him knowing his not physically there to comfort you.

“Babe!” You heard seb cry out from your phone, trying to get your attention. You put your focus back on your boyfriend.

“Huh?” You saw concern creeping on his face.

“You’ve been working hard, how about a nap?” He suggested. You started to protest, knowing you had the presentation due in a couple of days.

“Cmon sweets, you have enough time to work on it later.” He gave you a warm smile. “You have to rest for a little while.”

“Will you stay on the phone with me until I fall asleep?” He asked. Hopeful that he would say yes.

“There’s nothing else I would rather do.” He stated. “Now go to our room and lay down.” You quickly closed your computer and rushed out of your office and into your room.

Sebastian chuckled as all he saw was a blurry screen and hearing your feet running around.

You jumped on the bed and got under the covers. Now feeling warm and relaxed. You realized how exhausted you are.

“All comfortable?” Sebastian asked. You hummed a yes.

“Are you gonna nap too?” Looking at him through your screen. He gave a lopsided smile and said “As soon as you fall asleep bubs.” You scrunched your nose at the silly nickname, but laughed anyways.

“Okay sebba.”

“Now close your eyes, breathe in and out deeply and listen to my voice.” You took one last look at sebs face and did as he told you.

“Şi dacă...” you heard his deep voice begin, smiling knowing what he was reciting. His voice was as smooth as silk, lulling you to slumber.

“Şi dacă ramuri bat în geam

Şi se cutremur plopii,

E ca în minte să te am

Şi-ncet să te apropii.

Şi dacă stele bat în lac

Adâncu-i luminându-l,

E ca durerea mea s-o-mpac

Înseninându-mi gândul.

Şi dacă norii deşi se duc

De iese-n luciu luna,

E ca aminte să-mi aduc

De tine-ntotdeauna.” As Sebastián finished with the poem, he looked at your peaceful face finally asleep.

“noapte bună, Micuța mea.” His final words before he too fell asleep, to the sounds of your peaceful breathing.

Poem By Mihai Eminescu

Here’s the translation

And if my window feels the branch

Of a stuttering poplar tree,

It is to make me dream once more

Of clasping you to me.

And if the stars glow on the lake

And light its darkling shoal,

It is to flood my mind with peace

And quell my roiling soul.

And if the clouds draw themselves back

To let the moon blaze through,

It is to make my heart recall

How hard I ache for you.

[sassycassie-s-writing]

One PM Pajamas

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): Final Fantasy XV/Prompto Argentum

Rating: PG/K+

Original Idea: Nothing. Just a cute scene in my head.

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) Hopefully this reads as cute as it was when I imagined it.

^^^^^

When my doorbell rang at one in the afternoon, I really should have been prepared to answer it.

But was I?

Nope.

I was eating a Cup Noodle for lunch in my pajamas without pants on—just in my giant T-shirt and underwear. My hair had been brushed but that was it.

I crept to the door and peered through the peephole.

Confused, I opened the door just enough to peek around it, letting it get caught on the chain. “Prompto! What are you doing here?” I asked.

He beamed at me. “I need your advice,” he said.

“You sure that’s a good idea? Last time you took my advice you dislocated your shoulder.”

“I trust no one else with this question.” The seriousness behind the playful look he gave me convinced me. I shut the door, slid the chain to release it, and opened it again. I let it swing wide to let him in, pulling my shirt down to more securely cover my modesty.

“Well, if you’d called first, I could have looked like a normal person when you showed up. Let me put some pants on. Make yourself at home. Grab a snack and a drink if you want. Be right back.”

I headed down the hallway to my bedroom, still making sure my T-shirt was pulled down.

“Hey how come you’re in your jammies at one in the afternoon?” Prompto called jokingly.

“Buzz off!” I shouted, shutting my bedroom door to change. “Mimi and I stayed up till like three-AM watching makeup tutorials and trying to replicate them!” I shucked off my pajamas and pulled on a normal person outfit. Nothing fancy—it was Prompto. He’d known me since we were kids.

“Where is your roommate anyway? She gonna walk in on our secret discussion?”

“Decidedly not. She’s at work all day,” I said. “Hence why I'm eating a Cup Noodle in my pajamas at one in the afternoon.” I went back into the living room. Prompto was sprawled on the sofa, holding a bag of chips.

“What in Eos, gurl!” he teased, throwing a pillow at me. “You said you were putting on pants not a formal outfit!”

“Sweats and a T-shirt that’s actually in my size is not a formal outfit, Argentum,” I snapped, grabbing my Cup Noodle from the breakfast bar and plopping down on the sofa next to him. “Now what’s up?”

“I need your advice.”

“So you said. Carry on.”

“Okay. So. There’s this girl—”

“Ooooh! A girl! Prompto Argentum has finally succumbed to the endless stream of romcoms in his Chocoflix queue and fallen in love himself!”

“Shut up,” he muttered. His ears and cheeks were turning bright red.

I laughed and gave him a hug. “C’mon, Prom. You know I love and support you in all your endeavors. And that includes dating. I'm just surprised you’ve finally fallen for someone.” I crossed my legs and put some noodles in my mouth. “Now. What about this girl? What do you like about her? What do you want from your interactions with her? Are you going to ask her out?”

“Uh… she’s smart, funny, nice. Seems to actually care about me—which is, y’know, awesome. I don’t know. I’ve known her for a while and I just… well. I realized the other day that I was head-over-heels for her with no idea what to do about it.”

“So you came to me.”

“Well I would trust no one else with this information.” He gave me a mock-serious glance.

I laughed. “Okay. So do you want to ask her out?”

“Yeah… but I'm nervous that if I do, it’ll destroy our friendship. And I value our friendship a lot.”

I pursed my lips, jovial mood souring slightly. “That does put a damper on things. It’s a hard tightrope to walk, I’ll admit. Because feelings change things and knowing about someone’s feelings changes things. Like, if you liked her and kept it secret, you could just go on being friends and she’d never be any the wiser if you played it right. But if you told her how you really feel… well. There’s always the chance of rejection and then the awkwardness that comes after. Because you want to try to still be friends but she knows you want to be more.”

“So what do I do?”

“Honestly, Prompto, that’s up to you. I can’t make that decision for you. I feel like if you really like her and she seems favorable to the idea, you could ask her on a low-key, friendly sort of date. Which seems counterintuitive, I know. But, like, ask her if she’s seen that new movie and if she’d like to go see it with you. Or offer to grab lunch with her sometime to chat. If she agrees, you can try stepping it up. I don’t know, Prompto. I'm Miss Forever Single, remember?”

“Well… just tell me what you would want if some guy you’ve been friends with for a while suddenly asked you out.”

“Depends. Is he a creep that I’ve known for a while?”

Prompto sighed. “I hope not. Okay. Imagine it was me. You and I have been friends for… how long now? Twelve years? Since we were kids. What if I asked you out. Would you say yes?”

“Of course I’d say yes. It’s you. You’re like… the greatest, sweetest guy in all of Lucis.” I smiled and flipped some hair off my shoulder. “Any girl—actually, any person—would be lucky to snatch you up. Like, you are a catch, Prompto. And if this girl doesn’t see it… that’s her loss. Truly. You don’t have to start big, Prom. Just be casual. And be yourself. You’re awesome.”

Prompto regarded me thoughtfully, munching on some chips while I had another mouthful of noodles. “Thanks. I guess you’re right. Casual sounds really nice, actually. Like… less pressure, y’know?”

I smiled. “Oh yeah. And really, girls don’t always like fancy dates. Getting ready is a hassle and sometimes it’s awkward. I love chill dates. Like that blind date I went on a couple weeks ago. We literally went to the arcade in jeans and sneakers and stuff and played games. It was great. He smoked me at Skee-Ball but I beat him at Crossy Road. Like, that’s where the real fun and enjoyment is. To me anyway. Your crush might like being splurged on and pampered but ugh why.”

That made Prompto laugh. “No… I think she wouldn’t mind a casual date.”

“So go for it. We don’t get a lot of time on this planet. Sometimes we just have to shout YOLO while diving headfirst into the deep end.”

Prompto knew how much I hated the term YOLO for being annoying, but it got my point across and made him smile. He had such a bright smile. It always managed to make me happy just by seeing it. Which was probably why I had so many framed photos of the two of us in my room—though that was also because I got one every year on my birthday from him.

“You’re right. I think I will ask her out on a casual date.”

“Do it. And tell me how it goes!”

“Yeah. Yeah I will,” he said. He gave me a hug. “You’re the best dating coach in the world.”

“For being perpetually single?”

“Well, coaches don’t play the sport.”

I laughed. Prompto let me go and put the chips he got out of my cupboard away.

“I'm gonna call her on my walk home.”

“Tell me how it goes. Text me when you get home so I know you got home safe, ‘kay?”

“You got it, gurl!”

I ruffled his hair. He groaned and swatted at me like I was an irritating fly before heading for the door. We exchanged another hug and he left. I disposed of my Cup Noodles and went into my room so I could get some work done for Ignis before he started breathing down my neck. Mimi and I had a small study where we literally just stored books and the fancy desk my dad had given me when I moved out. I only used it when I was feeling really productive. I sat at the desk with my laptop and set to work.

I wasn’t sure how long I was typing up reports and council notes that Ignis had handwritten—thank the Six his handwriting was as neat as a computer font and perfectly legible no matter how fast he was writing—but I could feel the passage of at least a few minutes in a slight ache in my shoulder.

Out in the living room, my phone buzzed.

I sighed. “What now?” I muttered.

I got up and ran to get it.

Incoming Call: Prompto XD

“Hello?”

“Hey! Would you want to come catch a movie with me sometime? It doesn’t have to be anything formal.”

“Oh my word. Were you talking about me?!” I demanded.

All I got in response was laughter.

“Prompto Argentum! I cannot believe you asked me for advice on how to ask me out. I hate you so much that I love you right now. Of course I’ll catch a movie with you sometime. If I can get this stupid report of Ignis’ done, I’ll be free tonight.”

“That’s great! I’ll come pick you up at five-thirty?”

I laughed. “Absolutely. I’ll be ready.”

[sftykth]

The Live Of Dorks / Nerd!Stiles AU

Author: voidwriter

Summary: Y/n is in love with Stiles who is in love with Lydia who is dating Jackson. When Jackson seeks out Stiles for secret comic book lessons, Stiles sees his chance to be with Lydia. But Lydia’s more interested in setting Stiles up with Y/n. What could go wrong?

Author’s Note: This series is based of the movie, The secret lives of dorks, therefore I don’t own the rights to that movie. I’m just having some fun re writing it but with different characters! Let me know if you want to be tagged in part2.

Warning: It might seem like it stiles x lydia but trust me it not!

Word count: 4k

"Obi-Wan told me to follow my instincts, and my instincts are all over you. Or, you stole my heart like the rebellion stole the Death Star plans. Wait no this one is even better! Your smile glows brighter than a lightsaber" Stiles continued to throw each pun at his friends' which consisted only Scott and Issac. Both of them giving Stiles a strange look.

"Where are you even getting these lines from?" Issac questioned, Scott, nodded in agreement. "Alright, you know what? I hate you both, yeah that right. Unbelievable" He babbled rudely, whirling away so he wouldn't have to look at his both very confused best friends. When he caught the sight of the most beautiful girl he has ever laid eyes upon. She took his breath away like no else could, from her bouncy red hair to her amazing body posture. Stiles visibly gulped admiring her looks from afar, as she walked past everyone with a smirk on her face, like she owned the place.

"She is the hottest girl in our class" Isaac spoke behind Stiles, looking, more like staring at her. "And has been since eight grade" Scott mumbled his puppy-like eyes scanning over her body. It felt like Siles couldn't even look away or even move an inch, being paralyzed to the spot he was standing on. He nodded slowly and said, " If it weren't for that damned sun, she'd be the hottest thing ever created; but even then she is the hottest thing created"

All three boys stared as Jackson, sadly her boyfriend lunged at her and captured his lips with his own as they made out in the middle of the hall not giving a care who was staring. Stiles sighed his shoulders dropping low to the ground, as he had once again witnessed her kiss someone else who is not him.

"Dude, Jackson is gone this is the perfect time to talk to her" Issac hit Stiles arm not enough to hurt him, but enough to make him get out of his gaze. "Are you crazy? I'll get smashed" Stiles commented moving out of the way, his eyes wide. He didn't know where he gained that one percent confidence from, but he quickly said, "Hey Lydia, you look like you'll ignore me" Stiles finished off the last words with a mumble as Lydia didn't even bat an eye at him, walking straight past him.

"Hey, Lydia" Issac shouted over his shoulder, making Stiles stumble over his own feet. She turned out giving the three boys an odd look. "What?" She crossed her arms tapping her foot, waiting impatiently.

Stiles is a nerd, he was always more interested in comic books than any sport and despite as hard as his dad tried to change that. He was just not made to be a jock, he was made for comic books and a nerd live. Stiles was never the one to get any girl in his entire life or to even kiss one. Well except his grandma but that was a long story to be told another time. So that how the story starts, it all began when Lydia Martin moved to Beacon High school in eighth grade and swooped Stiles little heart, making him crazy in love. From the begging he new he will marry her, she was perfect. She was the Leia to his Han, the princess to his Mario.

Of course, there is always something in the way, or someone called Jackson. He was bigger than him and better looking than him in a traditional handsome way if you're into that. He thought, but this senior year he was going to become a superhero and make an amazing, extraordinary even power to talk to Lydia Martin.

"Your hair!" Stiles exclaimed the first thing that came to his mind, he cursed in his mind already screwing things up. "My hair?" "Your light looks very beautiful in that hair" Stiles received a very confused look from Lydia as he tried not to fidget as much as he was right now. "Wait no that really wrong. Your hair is... er... uh..." He kept pausing and thinking of something to say, that would flatter her, but he kept stumbling over his words and not being able to form a proper sentence.

Here we go again, it's like every year he forgets I'm a cheerleader. He's been trying to get my panties since eight grade, can't he see the uniform I wear every day. It means keep off unless you're a jock. Lydia thought, she turned around about to walk away once again, when Stiles tried to stop her from leaving and give him a chance. When suddenly, his legs tangles themselves somehow making him trip and bump into someone, making the cupcakes fly away from the plate straight on to Lydia.

Everyone gasped at the sight, some started to laugh not even trying to hold it in. Stiles was laid on the floor from tripping over, a guilty look spread on his face. He tried to apologize but no words could come out of his mouth.

"You. You're not going to ruin my senior year for me, you dorkface." She huffed and wiped the cupcake icing off her face, turning around and walked off. Stiles instantly groaned and stood up wiping the dust off his trousers with his hands.

"Great, five minutes in and I already managed to screw things up," He said head hanging low, a small pout on his face. He felt a hand on his shoulder rubbing it gently, he could already smell pity from his friends, he didn't even need to look at their faces to know. "I know I know, stupid of me to even think I can have a chance"

"Stiles, maybe you should stop trying. I mean if she really did like you, she would have already made a move by now, but as you can see she's not making a move anytime now" Scott replied a pity smile on his face he really did want Stiles the best, but he knew Lydia was not the one to make that happen.

"No Scott, I'm not stopping until she falls for me, I know she will, it can take a long time, but she will" Stiles answered and walked past Scott to his next class. Scott sighed sadly knowing how stubborn Stiles was and nothing will change his mind.

"He will never learn will he" Issac muttered as both boys watched Stiles walk of disappearing into the crowd of people. "No, not until he will get heartbroken but even then, it questionable if he will" Scott shook his head and began to walk to his next class as the bell started to ring echoing around the whole school.

Stiles was sat on the bench in the boys changing room, fiddling with his fingers thinking about what happened at lunch and how he screwed things up again. Everyone was nearly done changing, so the room was nearly empty. When Coach Finstockwalked past making sure everyone was ready, he spotted Stiles and squinted his eyes before saying, "Cmon Stilinski you got five minutes before the game stars, you better get ready now"

"I don't think that a good idea" Stiles mumbled still fiddling with his fingers nervously. Coach stopped midway and stood still before he sat down next to Stiles. "Why not?" "Well every time I'm playing lacrosse I somehow get kicked down there, or even the ball gets thrown down there"

Coach gave him a look and said, "I think you're exaggerating" "No, no I'm not I keep track in my journal" "You have a journal?" Coach asked surprised, his eyebrows raised. "Yes but that not the point" "Whatever I want you on the filed in five minutes if you still not down there, I will make sure to give you a detention." Stiles groaned and started to change.

-

"See not bad" Coach said as he sat next to Stiles as he kept grunting in pain, laid on the bench eyes closed. "Yeah not bad, just a casual kick in the balls defiantly not bad" Stiles was able to grunt out still in pain as he kept complaining.

"Stop complaining Stilinski and get to class" "Sure just when I'm done being in pain Coach"

As before Stiles never enjoyed sports, always too busy reading comic books or watching Star Wars, he never thought about sports in a serious way like some jocks do. For some people sport was their life, passion. And well for Stiles, it was comic books.

It was a free period and Stiles was in the computer room, or so the 'Nerd room' what some people like to call it. Doing some research for his upcoming biology test, when he felt a pair of hands land on his shoulders making him jump in his chair. "Whatcha doing there dork, watching porn?"  Jackson commented whiles smirking, looking around the place.

"What do you want Jackson?" Stiles asked, irritated that he got interrupted. "To kick your ass obviously, What else." Stiles pretended to laugh and carried on with his research forgetting Jackson was there for a second.

"Look, Stiles, I need your help" He paused for a minute why would Jackson need his help again, "I'm already doing your math and biology homework what else do you need from me?" Stiles questioned looking at Jackson unusually.

"This is different this is important. I need you to teach me absolutely everything about comic books" Stiles crossed his arms over his chest, looking at Jackosn and raised his eyebrow. "Why?"

"Yeah, you don't need to know that." "Okay fine meet me after school at the comic book shop" Before carrying on typing on the laptop. Jackon sighed, "I have to bring Lydia" He nearly jumped up from his chair from hearing the name Lydia, thoughts racing through his mind.

"Well I mean, if you have to bring her then I guess, that alright" He tried to play it cool, not to show the fact that Lydia was affecting him so much. "But she can't found about this" "I guess you can tell her, the school set you up to do your homework in the comic book shop as they keep catching you cheating?" Unsurely Stiles replied.

"And she will believe that?" Jackson questioned. "If you tell her it was my idea, she will." "Cool alright"

Stiles' eyes travel over the sky, at the sunsets swirls of oranges and yellows, nerves started to sit in as he will be able to see Lydia after the incident again. His heart fluttered at the thought, even though, he was nervous as hell he couldn't wait to see her beautiful face. Stile just couldn't get enough of it. He approached the comic book shop and walked inside ready to buy some more comic books.

"Excuse sir is this where you find the information about comic books" A voice whispered behind Stiles making him roll his eyes. "Oh hey, Jackson, nice jacket" Although, his eyes fell on Lydia walking carelessly around the shop a bored look on her face. Wow, Lydia in a comic book shop, could my day get any better, Stiles thought.

Oh god, he's looking at me, I have to find a way for him to stop drooling over me. Lydia thought at the same time. "Nobody knows we here right?" Jackson's voice broke Stiles stares at Lydia and it fell on Jackson. "Nope, just me Lydia and everyone around us" Stile gave a sarcastic smile and handed some comic books that were good to start with.

"Spiderman" Jackson suddenly said, "I saw the movie I don't need to read this one"

"Actually, the comic book is completely different from the movie." An unusual voice said next to Stiles, he didn't even turn to look who it was to busy looking through every comic book. "Whatever, let's go" Lydia hurried.

"Hi, Stiles" He furrowed his eyebrows when he heard a girl voices say his name. He turned to look but he lifted his shoulder in a half shrug and shook his head. She walked around so she would be on his left now and said, "Have you ever checked Depressed boy it, my favorite webcomic series" She stopped for a second then carried on saying, "it's about  a shy guy who has a hard time talking to girls"

"Webcomics are for people who can't get dates" Stiles replied and turned away once again.  "All comic books are for people who can't get dates" Lydia commented smirking.

"I bet Stiles can get a date" He gave her a strange look. Y/N a girl who never brings attention to herself even slightly, a nerd like me but a very strange one. I mean she isn't that bad but she gives me the chills in a very bad way, so I try to keep my distance. Stiles thought.

"Hey Stiles there's this show coming to town this weekend, I heard it something to do with Star Wars, maybe you would like to come?" She questioned. Y/N always liked Stiles ever since she saw him she knew her heart belonged to him. She found it cute how he can be a dork but adorable at the same time. But she never had the confidence to ask him out, she always showed hints that she liked him, but he was too busy obsessing over Lydia Martin.

"No one is going and I don't want to go alone" "Really. Because I also want to go, and I don't have anyone else to go with" she shoved her hands in her pocket, "Well that sucks, I guess we both are going to miss it"

"Hey, Lydia do you like Star Wars?" Stiles beamed turning away to look at Lydia.

What a dork. Wait a minute they are a perfect pair, both nerds, both like comic books, both are losers. If I get Stiles falls in love with Y/N, he will stop drooling over me and I won't have to worry about him ruining my senior year. Lydia thought a small smirk appeared on her face.

-

"Go Mets!" Cheered Stiles sister who was much younger than him, "Dad, you should probably teach her to say other things, at some point." " Cmon she knows other stuff. It true watch again." Stiles let out a breath before shaking his head, threading a hand through his hair.

"Cmon catch it, catch it, catch it" Stiles dad kept mumbling, before shouting, "Yes!" He jumped up happily that his favorite team won. "Run that shit" "Annie" Stiles bolted up, "what?" "Dad!" "What?" "Annie just said shit!" "While watching the game" "She's six" "Oh cmon she's not too young to watch football properly."

He rubbed his forehead, "That why she needs a women figure in her life" "Oh cmon you did that one fine" "Oh great, thanks" Stile grumbled before closing the book shut and throwing it on the table before scurrying off.

"Oh cmon it doesn't mean anything" The only reply his father got was the sound of the door slamming closed.

It was the next day and Stiles was in the library, doing his homework right at the back of the room. But what he didn't know was that Lydia Martin herself was looking for him. It was quite a surprise for people to see her walking around the library, but they got over it soon.

My first step to my master plan was found Stiles, it wasn't easy but it wasn't difficult either. The only places he could be found was either the library, the computer room or the canteen. I really hope this works. Walking around the library for a couple of minutes she spots Stiles right at the back.

"You're paranoid" Lydia's voices makes him jump not expecting to hear her someone especially Lydia Martin. "You like hiding in places where you know you will be alone. Where no one can torment you or torture you" Lydia shifted from one foot to the other. "Um. I'm just doing my homework like a normal person" "I saw on Dr. Phil, he did a show on it last Thursday" Lydia smiled like she knew Stiles very well.

"I'm not paranoid, I just like it here" "Well you're paranoid when it comes to girls, that for sure" "What?" "You're just scared to ask a girl out who is standing right in front of you, wanting to be asked"

"What are you trying to say?" Was Lydia Martin hinting to ask her out? "Y/n is sweet, nice - most importantly she is interested in you" "Y/N?" Stiles imagines the girl whose lips were always chapped, her eyebrows never done. And she usually hides her face with her hair, you never get to see her face properly just half of it.

"Yes Y/N, she is a great catch for you" Lydia smiled. "Girls are usually never interested in me, they either want me to do their homework or be my friend. Nothing more." "Look it no big deal if you can't ask a girl out"

"Lydia, I'm not asking her out I already like someone else" he mumbled the last part. "Look seriously, you got to ask her out. What the worst that could happen?" Stiles though for a second before he started to quickly ramble, "Well she and all her friend can laugh at me in the hallway in front of the whole school. Scaring me for life, destroying my low esteem to the point, where I have no nerve to ask another girl out as long as I live. And become a miserable, lonely, old man who dies alone." This was harder than I thought, Lydia thought frowning.

The next time that Lydia tried to achieve her plan was by texting him. It was in the middle of history and no one was really paying attention, well expect Stile and another couple of people. He was in the middle of a sentence when he heard his phone go off, he quickly got his phone out to see it was from Lydia. His gulped already nervous since he gave his number to her once when she was very drunk, he never received a text or a call from her. So to see a text from Lydia was a huge thing for Stiles.

'Let me teach you a few things about girls.' Wait, what? Questions ran through Stiles mind, before carrying on reading.

'Lesson one don't do that. Lesson two compliments are good, over-complimenting shows desperation; women sense desperation in like dog sense it fears, or food. I'm not sure which. Lesson three really don't be yourself, can't stress that enough. Lesson four, pay no attention to Jackosn, pay attention to things such as nail polish girls like it when you notice that sorta thing. And lesson five possibly the most important lesson you will get from me, always tell hot girls they are smart, and smart girls they are hot.

How was Stiles going to follow every lesson, he groaned in frustration.

Debate class. Stiles least favorite lesson, you can already tell why. Stiles and Scott were both sat on the chairs chatting away whiles Lydia and Issac were up for a debate when Issac got chosen he nearly screamed (out of happiness of course) when he got Lydia.

"Did you see their uniform, uh, they were gorgeous. Well cut, well designed, and so little color to chose from. Sure the Nazis wanted to take over the world, but they looked fabulous doing so" Everyone gasped, but started to clap when Lydia finished her debate.

"Thank you, Issac and Lydia very interesting angle but well argued. It is a close call but I think I will have to award it to you Lydia" She squealed happily, "you pick the net pair" Mrs. Thompson said. "Okay I pick Y/N and Stiles" "Okay Y/N and Stiles step up to the stage"

"Your topic is baby seal hunting, Stiles for and Y/N against" Mrs. Thompson once again said, silence overtook the whole room, Stiles looked around feeling uncomfortable.

"Well people could argue baby seals hunters need to make a living, but argument is much more basic" Stiles paused, "Have you ever seen a baby seals face they just have this expression that says: beat me, club me, smash my brains in, please" Everyone started to whisper and argue against Stiles argument.

Y/n sighed giving him a look that Stiles couldn't tell if it was a good look or a bad look she was giving him, " Stile has anyone ever told you, you look exactly like a baby seal?" As Y/N replied to his argument everyone burst out laughing, at the burn she just sent to Stiles. He scratched his neck and began to take off.

But then Stiles remembered what Lydia has told him about the lessons, so if he wants to win over her, he has to ask Y/N out. He whirled around and puffed out his chest, before approaching Y/N.

"I love your nail polish" "I'm not wearing any" Y/N replied adjusting her bag strap, "Erm, look I'm sorry about that burn, it was the first thing that came into my mind. To be honest, you don't look like a baby seal, you look cuter anyway."

"So um... I... had something important to ask you Y/N" Stiles replied, "Really, um what that?" she clasped her hands behind her back, staring deeply into Stiles honey-brown eyes, "Did you like the new Star Wars movie that just got released?" "I will talk to you later Stiles" Y/N frowned and walked away from him, she thought he was finally going to ask her out. But of course not how dumb could she be. After Y/N vanished in the crowds, Stiles cursed under his breath as he messed up already. Asking Y/N will be harder than he thought.

-

"Look Lydia, I tried asking her out" Stiles affirmed rolling his eyes, "If you don't ask her out by tomorrow you're lost cause and I don't work with lost causes" Stiles thought for a moment before a great idea popped up, "I will text her later tonight" "Wow you're so romantic" Lydia beamed sarcastically. "Oh, um thanks" Stiles smiled sheepishly.

"Call her" "On the phone?" Stiles instantly panicked, he can't call her that would make it even more awkward than it is. "Yes, on the phone - so you are going to call her on the phone, right?" Lydia questioned.

"Well, actually I have been working on some excellent pickup lines." jamming his hands in his front pocket, "No pickup lines. Ever understood?" "But they are really good" he informed. "Don't you realize a girl with a half a brain hates to pick up lines" "Just pretend your Y/N, okay?" Lydia scoffs crossing her arms over her chest.

" You’re hotter than the flames on Mustafa"  " Are you a Jedi Master? Cause, Yoda-Licious!" Stiles babbled enthusiastically.

"Just forget the pickup lines, just call her and ask her out" She made it seem so easy like it was nothing. I didn't understand why she wanted me to ask Y/N out but I knew I would do anything to get Lydia to go out with me.

"She will say yes I promise" she assured me. "Okay" "Okay"

Stiles was pacing back and forth in his room, phone in his hand ready to dial Y/N number. "Just call her, it not that hard" As he pressed to call it rang for few seconds before he ended the call quickly, "I will text her. No Lydia will kill me, ugh." He dialed her number again and pressed call, waiting for her to pick up. "It Y/n unless your stupid, you know what to do" Stiles sighed, "Hi Y/N, um... I'm sorry I'm bothering you, well the reason I'm calling you is that I wanted to ask you um. This probably sounds crazy, but if you're busy that fine. I wanted to know if you maybe if you-" Stiles got cut of my reaching the message limit. He cursed out load for not being straightforward.

When the phone started to ring it took him few seconds before he answered her, "I would love to go out with you Stiles" "Wow really?" "Yes, really"He heard her beam she seemed so excited and happy.

"I have a date" Stiles whispered to himself not believing it, "Not of Lydia, but still a date" he swayed on his feet a small grin plastered on his lips. "A date, a date"

He finally got a date but was it with the right girl?

[bmclassahan]

Oscars 2020 Preview

Fade in from black

Cue Jurassic Park theme

Ext.- beneath the ocean, night

Tracking shot moving underwater.

Ext.-field of stars, night

Looking out from the cockpit of the Millennium Falcon.

Ext.-giant moon, night

Shadow of a bike flying past the moon.

Ext.-tropical island, day

Approaching an island of dinosaurs.

Int.- auditorium

Close-up of regal old man in tuxedo.

MOVIE TRAILER VOICE GUY: Ladies and gentlemen, here tonight and nominated for the 52nd time, Mr. John. Williams. Welcome to the 2020 Academy Awards.

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In catching up with the Oscar nominees this year, a few really stood out to me. Among the animated films, I enjoyed Missing Link, a fun computer/claymation hybrid animation about an eclectic team of explorers- it has a good story, moves along at a brisk pace, and has a genuine warmth to it that you don’t see a lot of these days. More noteworthy animated fare for me include the shorts Kitbull, which is a touching little story about an unexpected friendship (and cmon who isn’t a sucker for interspecies friendships), Hair Love, which features Issa Rae as a hair stylist vlogger along with a gnarly hair monster, and Sister, a dreamy, haunting and acutely felt meditation on growing up in China’s one-child society. Another short that resonated with me was the live action The Neighbor’s Window, which has a little bit of Hitchcock’s Rear Window, with that modern internet sense of always being watched and an unexpected dash of humanism (check it out on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1vCrsZ80M4). Out of the heavies competing for Best Picture, I was blown away by the raw and primal power, coupled with real feelings of lightness, hunmor, and pathos, of Noah Baumbach’s Marriage Story. It’s a tough and painful movie to watch and is a hard type of movieworm to get out of your head, resonant for the difficult examinations it makes on romance in our society, as well as the unyielding power of its performances. 

A few other notes before I get to my picks:

- Yeah, I watched The Irishman in one sitting.

- It would be pretty dope if Scarlett Johannsson won 2 acting Oscars (she is actually the first to ever be nominated twice for acting in a given year).

- More Oscars fun facts: “Honeyland’ has already made history. It’s the first film ever nominated for both best documentary and best international film, the category formerly dubbed best foreign language film.” (https://www.pbs.org/newshour/arts/how-documentary-honeyland-has-already-made-oscar-history)

- I didn’t know this, but they release the shortlist of prospective nominees for certain categories. It would be cool to see the shortlist of all categories, but I’m guessing they’d rather avoid any more controversy at this point.

- Joker would be the first superhero movie to win best picture, but I think this is less to do with its quality and more with the trend of superhero movies getting nominated in recent years. I think it’s a little too polarizing to win, but it might have enough fervent support to emerge as a dark horse winner.

- Another, more overdue first would be if Parasite became the first foreign language film to win best picture.

- This profile of a key figure in the birth of Star Wars is a pretty amazing story: https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/amp/features/he-was-star-wars-secret-weapon-why-was-he-forgotten-1275211

In years past, I’ve given recommendations for new types of Oscars (a Best Ensemble Award), and ways to improve the telecast. This year, I’m throwing out there something I’ve thought about for a while, and in the spirit of who knows the world might end here goes: For close acting races, instead of narrowly giving it to someone and inciting controversy (or reading the wrong name) or just adding to the long list of strange decisions (two people who are commonly cited in this vein- Al Pacino and Martin Scorsese- and one person who I went on about this for years- Roger Deakins- are all nominated this year again for The Irishman and 1917, respectively), have the top two vote getters duke it out in an act-off. Each actor has 5 minutes to deliver the most stunning monologue they can give. The best director nominees all vote on the winner. And we all get a little something extra.

Anyways, here are my choices for a few cherry-picked categories:

Sound Mixing

Should Win: Ad Astra

I’d like to see Ad Astra get something, as I thought it was one of the more underrated flicks from the following year.

Cinematography

Should Win: Roger Deakins

The great Deakins seems to be a front-runner and for good reason- few films have ever felt as intoxicatingly fluid, haunting, and mesmerizing as 1917 and the continuous tracking shot is a big reason why.

Adapted Screenplay

Should Win: Greta Gerwig

Gerwig did for Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women what has been done for Shakespeare in recent years- updated an old source text to feel modern and fresh, yet still honoring the core story of its original version.

Best Supporting Actor

Should Win: Joe Pesci

I actually think Tom Hanks should win, but seeing Pesci walk up on stage would be an unbelievable moment I’m not sure I’m fully prepared for (ditto John f@#$n Williams).

Best Supporting Actress

Should Win: Scarlett Johansson

I like Laura Dern and think she has done a lot of consistently good work in recent years, especially so in The Last Jedi, but I don’t understand why she’s a runaway favorite for the award this year. Dern certainly delivered with what she had, but I think Johansson was astounding in Jojo Rabbit, and it’s hard to think of that movie without her complex mix of sternness, love, sadness, anger, and courage.

Best Actress

Should Win: Saorise Ronan

Ronan’s performance as Jo March in Little Women was one of my favorites in years. It’s a full-on honest and vibrant performance that makes the character feel like a timeless symbol for following your heart. 

Best Actor

Should Win: Adam Driver

I’m not really sure why I have to write anything out for this, so I won’t.

Best Picture

Should Win: Jojo Rabbit

Yeah yeah I know what I said just now, but this film continues to stick with me a few months after seeing it. I haven’t seen many movies like Jojo Rabbit, with its heady mix of black comedy and imaginary historical bent (kind of like a mix of Borat, Harvey, and Life is Beautiful) and don’t think there have been many Best Picture winners like it either.

[my-mystic-messenger]

Are requests open?? Could you do a HC or write a little scenario where MC is childhood friends with the RFA and they haven't seen each other in ages, so they don't recognize them at first when they show up in the chat? I'd love to see this written in your style! Thanks so much :D

Hello everybody and so sorry I’ve been awol again. However, I wasn’t completely useless as I established some MC’s so everyone has their own girl with their own personality as they do in the game. You can get to know the MC’s and check out my Masterlist 

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♬Zen♬

“You’resinging it wrong.” Despite the words having been spoken gently Hyuntensed with shock, instantly spinning around to see whom had spoken.Usually he’d been uninterrupted when staying behind after class topractice singing. He told his parents that he was staying late tostudy, which in itself wasn’t a lie, he just wasn’t studying forschool. Apparently the silence had lasted too long as the girl’sfriendly smile wavered a little and she cleared her throat. “I’msorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, but you had a little twist inwords”, she continued, chuckling nervously. It was such a sweetsound, Hyun noted. Her voice was very soft and pleasant and it madehim wonder what she sounded like while singing. “Why don’tyou sing it to me? I learn best by listening.” She blushed but gavea quick nod before clearing her throat and proceeding to sing. Tothis day Zen hadn’t heard a voice like that. Despite it being atraditional and complicated song the girl didn’t miss a single note,capturing him to the point he could merely stare in wonder. “W-whoare you”, he’d asked, cheeks reddened. “My name is Macy Cain”,the girl had replied, bowing to him politely. “And you’re Hyun.I’ve been listening in on you for a while now. I’ve never heard sucha pretty voice. I was really looking forward to hearing you performat the summer festival, but it turned out you’re not in the choir. Iwas wondering why? It’s such a waste for you not to be.”

UsuallyZen kept to himself but something about that sweet, little girlcaptivated him. That evening he told her about his parents and hisbrother, opening up his heart for the first time. Macy listened tohis every word, never once judging or even interrupting. By the timethe sun had started to set the two of them had talked for hours andHyun felt a lot lighter around the heart. They talked like that everyday, singing together in the empty classroom, a sacred moment sharedbetween only the two of them. For three years their friendshiplasted, until their ways parted when it was time to go to highschool. That entire time though Macy never missed an opportunity tosupport and encourage Hyun. “You have to promise me something, yes?Follow your dreams and never give up. Your talent belongs on a stageand one day…one day I want to see you up there with the big ones.”

♬

“Everyone,gather around. The live performance is starting”, Jaehee announced,getting all the members attention. Zen smiled down at you lovingly,offering a hand to help you up. You graciously accepted it, followinghim to the dance floor where everyone was gathering. You’d hired aband for the RFA party and they were about to open the dance floorwith their first performance. Zen had already wrapped his arm aroundyour middle, holding your hand in his when the woman began to sing.The two of you froze at the same time, both of you turning your gazeto the front. Zen’s eyes widened as he stared up at the stage, hissilent gasp slowly turning into a smile as memories started to floodback in. Ah yes, that song, he’d heard it before. Zen closed his eyesfor a brief moment, letting the music sweep him up. It was a sweetreminder of a much simpler time.

Thatis when it hit him. The faint sound of a familiar voice barelyaudible over the loud performer using the microphone at the front ofroom. It had changed, of course, matured over the years but it wasnevertheless that sweet, gentle voice that had lulled him into safetyall those years back. As he opened his eyes and turned to you thefloor seemed to have been ripped away from under his feet. You weresinging, lips moving as the melody fell from your mouth as easily asit did all those years ago. He couldn’t believe it. “Macy…”,Zen gasped, getting your attention. You stopped singing, turning yourhead to smile at him knowingly, just as gentle as you did in middleschool. “It’s nice to see you again, Hyun. I’m so happy that youkept the promise you made to me. You really belong on the stage.”Zen laughed then, tears of joy gathering in his eyes. Who would havethought his first love would turn out to be his last.

★Yoosung★

Yoosungwas shaking with excitement, eyes constantly shooting between theopen LOLOL server and the clock on his wall. It was two minutes tomidnight which meant two minutes until his online friendKillingInSpanish would come online. They’d met about four years agoduring a big raid. Amidst all the fighting Yoosung had spotted theusername AlmostEvil665 and burst out laughing for some reason. Overthe years they’d changed their username according to whichever memethey currently found amusing, but Yoosung still called them Evilwhenever they talked. Back then Yoosung’d been only twelve years oldand LOLOL was a relatively new game. Therefor he’d been more thaneager to find friends and form guilds and after watchingAlmostEvil665 slay an entire team he decided that they were a goodstart and attempting to chat them up.

Atfirst talking turned out to be a lot more complicated than expected.Neither of them was really fluent in English, but AlmostEvil665wasn’t from Korea so English was their only option, really. Luckilythe language wasn’t that hard to learn and it wasn’t like they werediscussing philosophy and foreign politics. However, languagebarriers weren’t their only problem. Yoosung didn’t know exactlywhere Evil was from, but their time difference wasn’t definitely ahuge issue. For a good month or so the two of them constantly seemedto miss one another in their log-in times. On top of that Evil wasonly allowed to use her computer for one hour a day, which made awise choice all the more important. Eventually they’d settled onmidnight to one in the morning and from that moment on Evil andYoosung chatted every single day for four years without miss.

Actually,it was mostly Yoosung chatting at Evil. They never really talked muchabout themselves. Yoosung still didn’t know their age, gender or evenlocation. While he talked to most people via Skype call, Evil wasnever able to join. Still, they always laughed about his jokes andnever let him down, so he considered them a friend. Finally the greencircle appeared beside their username, indicating that they wereonline. KillingInSpanish: Yo, have some gd newsSupremeYoosung:Rly? What?KillingInSpanish: M movn 2 koreaSupremeYoosung:srsly?!KillingInSpanish: yaSupremeYoosung: cool!maybe we can meet?KillingInSpanish: nah, man. be busy withuni n shit. + god knows where w rSupremeYoosung:tru. still sad :(KillingInSpanish:don’t be a baby.  at least you won’t have to wait till 12amSupremeYoosung:lololol I do dat anywayKillingInSpanish:srsly? IdiotSupremeYoosung::(KillingInSpanish:dnt have time for yo crybabying. cmon, raid is waiting.Yoosungwas a little disappointed that he wouldn’t get to meet his friend,but he still felt happy knowing that even thought he didn’t knowwhere they were exactly, the two of them would be closer togetherfrom that moment on.

★

Whenyou logged into the chat the topic was yet again Yoosung’s LOLOLaddiction. You sighed. Either you were being compared to his cousin –which, incest much?! – or you had to defend gamers all over theworld because Yoosung was giving them a bad name with his horrendousgaming habits. Goddamn it, you played LOLOL too, but you knew whereto draw the line. You sighed, reading through the messages from Zenand Jaehee, rolling your eyes when Seven joined in as well. Strangelyenough, he said some things you actually agreed with. “I can’tbelieve I’m saying this, but I think Seven is right”, you wrote,earning yourself a surprised emoji from Seven and a crying one fromYoosung. He’s really cute and somehow you’d fallen in love with him,but sometimes he acted like a huge child. “I only play a singlehour a day and I’m still ranked third on the Shooting Star server, soreally being good doesn’t take a lot of effort.

“Holdon, you’re SediLusiVic”, Seven wrote in reply, followed by aseemingly endless streak of lolol’s. “Yeah, problem?” You weresurprised that Yoosung had grown silent all of a sudden, but figuredhe was just busy with yet another raid or something.“Not at all,dude. It’s just that I’m Hacker God and Yoosung is SupremeYoosung. Wehave the three best players in the world in one chat. Kinda funnylololol.” In that moment you realized why Yoosung had grown sosilent all of a sudden. He was probably trying to digest the sameinformation as you were. You’d been friends with Yoosung for the pasteight years. You’d been the one he’d whined to, the one he made jokeswith, the one he’d waited until midnight to game with. You’d beenwondering why he made you feel so safe and comfortable from thestart! Then you laughed. “Hahahahahaha Yoosung once cried himselfto sleep cause I got an item and he didn’t!” Eight years ofembarrassing stories to share with his friends. Perfect!

♨Jaehee♨

WhenJaehee first picked up Judo it was mainly because she’d seen a moviewhere someone did it and fell in love with the strength…and thepretty uniform. Yes, such thoughts were immature, starting a sportfor the uniforms sake, but in Jaehee’s defense, she’d been only sixyears old at the time. It wasn’t easy at first, since Jaehee wasn’treally the sportive nor the particularly aggressive type. She sooncame to understand though, that Judo was much more about getting toknow and control your body as well as defense more so than offense.It was like a dam had been broken inside of her and a whole new levelof enjoyment was added to the sport. From that point on she gave ither best, improving rather quickly. Merely two years into hertraining she was already fighting with the older children, somethingshe was extremely proud of. It was also then that she met Myung-DaeChang for the very first time.Myung-Dae was different. Forone she tended to not come to practice as regularly as everyone else,something that Jaehee could not stand. On top of that she constantlyseemed distracted. Even when the teacher tried to show them a newmove she was often found staring into the air, mindlessly playingwith her long, wavy hair and smiling at everyone like some sort oflunatic. For years Jaehee tried to keep a distance from that girl, asMyung-Dae tended to freak her out. That was until the teacher pairedthe two of them up and Jaehee had no other choice but to fightagainst her. For all the times she’d assumed Myung-Dae to beirresponsible for not paying attention, thinking to herself thatshe’d easily be defeated in a one on one, Jaehee was proven wrong.

Myungdefeated her so easily it was almost crushing. It all seemed toeffortlessly, the way she moved and reacted. Jaehee didn’t even seethe movements coming and then she was on her back. After the trainingsession she went up to the girl, telling her that she’d done well andwhat her trick was. Myung had turned to her, smiling easily as if thewere friends already. “You take everything too serious, Jaehee.Relaxation is key. If your mind is on edge then so is your body andthat makes you more vulnerable than anything else.” Sadly, shenever got to test out Myungs way of living her life, as soon afterher parents died and Jaehee moved away leaving the dojo and everyoneincluding Myung behind.

♨

Whenyou see Jaehee at the party for the first time you cannot believeyour eyes. During the chat she’d already seemed familiar –everything from the way she talked and acted to the looks – but youcouldn’t have been sure. Not when the pictures were so tiny and hername wasn’t particularly rare. However as she stepped onto that stagethere was no second guessing on your part. This was the young girlthat even back than had been so entirely lost in being perfect andpleasing everyone that she’d gradually killed herself. It hurt toknow that from her teenage years up to that point she’d been stuck inthat very same routine. You’d tried to help her as good as you couldand you were happy that she’d quit that job that made her so unhappyand took years of her life, but at the same time you were worriedabout her future. That was until she pulled you aside and gave you akey that felt more like a key to her heart than it did to a simplecafé. How could you say no?

“Iam so glad that you finally understand what I told you all theseyears ago”, you said, smiling down at the key in your hand. Whenyou looked up Jaehee was frowning at you in confusion until you gaveher that very particular smile and realization dawned on her. “Myung?Your hair and your glasses! You look so different!” You laughed,amused and wholeheartedly. “I could say the same thing about you,funnily enough. But let’s not dwell on such things. Just be happythat it is me you asked to join your team because let me tell youthat I studied art and if there is one thing I can do better thananyone in the world than it is coffee art and decorating a cake.”This time it was Jaehee’s turn to smile, beam actually, and it meltedyour heart. “I can’t wait to see.”

♛Jumin♛

“Asyou know, beneficial relationships are the core of every business ”,Chairman Han said, kneeling in front of his young son so the two ofthem were on eye level. Jumin was uninterested, sitting in his chairas straight as a stick, hoping that his father would finish hisspeech quickly so he could return to reading the book he’d startedthat morning. “You met someone new”, he assumed aloud, neithershocked nor particularly moved.“Something like that. There is abusiness partner of mine coming to town. He’s looking to expand hisbusiness to Korea and maybe settle down here. He’s bringing his wifeand daughter. The girl is your age. I was thinking about invitingthem over to dinner. Maybe you could get to know her a little bit,make a new friend.”

Jumin’sinterest was peaked then. Not because he cared for girls, but becausehe could tell his father did. This was trouble and he knew it. Still,Jumin could hardly deny his father so he’d merely nodded and mentallyprepared himself for the worst. By the time the family arrived he wasin his finest tux, the food being prepared by the best of chef’s withthe house having been cleaned to the point of sterility. Jumin hadexpected a lot of things, but he hadn’t expected her. MadeleineCampbell was well-mannered, quiet and seemingly rather patient.Despite having been forced into the same room, their parents notminding them whatsoever, neither of them really talked. ActuallyJumin mostly ignored her. That was until she sat down beside him, oneof his books in her hand, and began reading herself.

Heforced himself not to look but after some time he couldn’t helphimself, glancing over to see that the book was in English. “Areyou from England”, he’d asked in slightly broken English. Madeleinehad looked up, smiling at him with a nod. “Yes, I am”, she’dreplied, voice melodic with the authentic accent Jumin only everheard in movies. It was amazing. “Will you read the book to me? Ilike the way your voice sounds.” She’d nodded eagerly, beaming atthe boy before beginning to read. It was hours later that theirparents came to check up on the, finding both of them asleep,Madeleine leaning against the headboard with Jumin’s head in theirlap. From that moment on, the two of them were inseparable. So muchso, that their parents arranged a future engagement. Sadly, it nevercame to that as the two families lost touch when Mr. Han met a womanthat did not approve of such ties and ordered them cut. Jumin neverheard of his friend again.

♛

“Myfather will love you, I am sure”, Jumin assured his fiancée, awarm smile curling about his lips. You’d been nervous about meetinghim the entire day now. Actually, you’d been nervous about meetinghim for a week. Jumin had asked you to marry him without asking hisfathers permission first and while he’d assured you that even withoutit his feelings for you wouldn’t change, you couldn’t help but worry.After all, their relationship had already been strained thanks to allthe drama with the Choi sisters. Having him turn up with a suddenfiancée couldn’t possibly be helpful. Still, Jumin insisted and youweren’t capable of denying him anything, really. Especially since hewas more than willing to gave you the world and some more. As youwere lead to your table you saw a familiar face sitting at one ofthem by himself, coming to a sudden halt. “Mr. Chairman,how are you? I haven’t seen you in over a decade”, you said,getting the mans attention. The man instantly got up, shaking yourhand and beaming at you. “Maddy, dear, what a beautiful young womanyou’ve turned into. Don’t tell me it’s you my son told me about”,he said, laughing lightly. That is when your face fell, turning tolook at Jumin who was looking at you with a small, knowing smirk inreturn. “Hanny?!” Back then Jumin had introduced himself as HanJumin, leading you to believe his name was Han, resulting in thenickname Hanny. Your childhood friend, the one your parents hadwanted you to marry to begin with, was now your fiancé Jumin. Well,life sure was ironic. “Hah, I knew the two were a match made byheaven. Call your father. He officially owes me a 10.000.000 Won.”Needless to say that you had Mr.Han’s full and wholehearted blessing.Jumin had never been that delighted over a silly bet in his life.

☼Saeyoung/Seven☼

“Ialways see you after mass, praying by yourself when everyone is longgone. You seem…sad?” The voice, however quiet, surprised him,causing Saeyoung to turn around and look for the source only to finda girl about his age. “I can’t really do much but when I feel sad Igo in there”, she continued, pointing to the confessional. “Youcan tell an adult your worries and he’ll make it better, take awayyour sins.” Saeyoung frowned, looking over at the thing she’dpointed it. To him it was just like the closet his mother tended tolock him into sometimes when she got mad. There was nothing in theworld that would get him to go in there. He shrugged it off, shakinghis head. “I don’t believe in these kind of things. I thought thatpraying to God might help, but so far it hasn’t. It’s illogicalanyway, to believe in God.”

Thegirl blinked then, turning her head to the side and musteringcuriously. “Well, that might be true”, she replied, obviously inthought. “but praying to God is not like a magical cure to yourproblems. That isn’t how it works. God won’t solve your issues foryou. What he can do is give you strength though, to solve themyourself. If that’s not enough, you can ask me for help. I’mdefinitely real so…”, she said, shrugging. She seemed so sincereand Saeyoung seriously wondered what she got out of it. He wanted totell her off, send her away, when suddenly his stomach began togrowl. A little ashamed off it Saeyoung frowned, looking away quicklyas to hide his blush. There was a tap on his shoulder then before asandwich was being held out to him. She put it into his hand andclosed his fingers around it so it wouldn’t fall, smiling sincerely.

“Miyagi,come on. We have to go home, sweetheart.” It was her mother,Saeyoung assumed. Miyagi, so that was her name. “Well, I have to gonow, but I’ll be back here tomorrow. I’ll bring you something betterto eat then. Bye bye.” She ran off and Saeyoung was half convincedhe would never see her again, the thought leaving him strangely sad.He was proven wrong. Day after day she came to him after mass,bringing him increasingly more complicated and delicious food. Henever thanked her properly and when he left to work for the agencywithout a word of goodbye he hated himself a little for it.Especially when heard that mere days later her parents died.

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WhenSeven wrote down his real name in the chat your eyes widened.Saeyoung Choi. You’d heard that name before. Now many people wouldargue how over twenty percent of the Korean population shared thesame surname and that Saeyoung wasn’t rare either, but you knewbetter. The name Luciel should have tipped you off already, but nowyou were a hundred percent sure. You dropped your phone and jumpedoff the bed, running out to the main room where Seven was stillsitting in front of the PC, frowning down at the phone after you’d soquickly fled the chat. “Saeyoung Choi? Saeyoung Choi?! I cannotbelieve that you are Saeyoung Choi. We went to church together untilone day you just disappeared. I thought you were dead!” That iswhen Seven put two and two together as well, staring at you with wideeyes. “You? You’re the little girl that brought me food every day.You changed your name!”

Youfroze, tilting your head to the side in confusion. “No, I did not.Mi-Hi Cha.” He shook his head. “No, I remember your mothercalling you Miyagi.” You blinked before bursting into laughter.“Idiot! She called me Mi Agi. It was the pet name she gave me.Miyagi isn’t even Korean.” You couldn’t stop laughing about howsilly of a situation it was to meet your childhood friend that wayand apparently Seven agreed as he joined in. “Damn it. All theseyears I thought you were some nice Japanese girl.” For a while thetwo of you laughed until it eventually died down, the atmosphereturning serious. With tears in your eyes the two of you closed thedistance, pulling each other into tight hugs. Neither of you had everforgotten the other, instead spending a life long worrying only toreunite in such a manner. “I never got to say thank you or returnthe kindness you ave me”, Seven whispered. “So from now you,please accept my body and soul. Agi…”

*Agiis a Korean pet name us as baby (actually meaning toddler and infant)