#despite that. how are you guys? *to an empty auditorium*

[archangelraphael]

I heard there was boop here

[kirammanswifey]

Hii, I read your pt 1 n 2 of arcane characters breaking up with their s/o

Would you be able to hurt us(me) even more? Like they took too long to get us back that R already move on with someone better

Pretty pretty please🥺?

what if you never reconciled with arcane's characters after the breakup x fem reader

characters: viktor, jinx, vi, caitlyn, jayce, ekko, silco, mel and sevika.

writer's note: i loved the person who asked me to do this because i had thought about doing it but i didn't know if you guys wanted to read more of this but i guess we'll are masochist. so i ended up depressed after writing this, and that's saying a lot for a psychology student, the one i found the saddest and the hardest to write was jinx's, i love writing sad things but it's already too much suffering, later I'll come up with something lighter and nicer. as you guys know, requests are open ;)

break up link:

reconciliation link:

Viktor

The auditorium filled with applause as you finished your presentation. The project you had worked tirelessly on was finally being recognized. You felt proud, but also empty, as if something important was missing. As you looked up, you saw him. Viktor, at the back of the room, trying to go unnoticed, almost ready to leave.

Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized him. It had been two months since the breakup, two months of complete silence. Without thinking, you called his name. "Viktor."

He stopped, turning slowly toward you. The auditorium's light accentuated the paleness of his face, his sunken eyes, and his thin body seemed even more fragile. Concern washed over you instantly, but you held back the urge to approach and ask what was happening to him.

"How are you? How have things been going?" you managed to say, though your voice trembled slightly, betraying the calm you were trying to project.

"Fine." His response was cold, distant, almost mechanical. "The lab is progressing. The projects are going as expected."

Each word of his was a dagger, his formality making you feel like a stranger, as if you had never been part of his life. The lump in your throat grew, but you forced yourself to continue. You couldn't leave things like this.

"Why didn’t you reach out, Viktor? Do you still feel the same?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper, fearing the answer but needing to hear it.

Viktor closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before responding. "Yes, I still feel the same. What I’m doing is bigger than us. I can't afford distractions."

His voice was firm, but you could sense the slight hesitation, the pain he was trying to hide. Despite that, it hurt more than you expected. You nodded slowly, accepting the inevitable, though it broke your heart.

"Thank you for coming," you said coldly, matching the distance he had put between you. "I appreciate you taking the time to listen to me."

You turned around, ready to leave before the tears betrayed your façade. But as you walked away, you felt his eyes on you, almost as if he was waiting for something more, something you weren’t willing to give.

Viktor stood there, motionless, internally conflicted. In his mind, every memory with you fought against his convictions. He wanted to approach, to risk a second chance, to ask you to come back. The thought of losing you forever was suffocating him, but he also feared that his illness, his obsession with science, was too much for you to bear.

Finally, he decided to take that step, to approach you, to break the barrier he had built himself. But by the time he gathered the courage, it was too late. You had been intercepted by a colleague, a man who radiated health and vitality, someone who made you smile in a way Viktor couldn’t remember seeing for a long time.

From afar, Viktor watched, his heart breaking as he saw how the man made you laugh, how he looked at you with admiration. In that moment, he understood something he had always feared: you deserved someone better than him, someone who could be completely with you without the chains of science and illness.

He decided to leave, convinced that intervening would only cause you more pain. He didn’t know that as he walked away, you were watching him from afar, with a broken heart, wishing he had fought for you, even just a little more.

Jinx

Days passed after that heartbreaking farewell. The memories piled up in your mind, like broken pieces of a puzzle you could never put back together. Jinx's absence was a crushing weight, leaving you breathless, powerless. Her laughter, her mischief, her uncontrollable chaos... all had disappeared, and in their place, only an unbearable void remained.

One afternoon, as the rain furiously pounded against the windows and the sky was draped in gray, you couldn’t take it anymore. You knew exactly where to find her. On somber days, Jinx always sought refuge at the cliff, a place where the world seemed to end and the abyss opened before her like an invitation.

You ran through the rain, feeling each drop like needles on your skin, every step filled with a desperation that was suffocating you. When you reached the cliff, your heart stopped. Jinx wasn’t sitting, as she usually did, lost in her thoughts. She was standing, at the edge of the abyss, her slender figure barely visible in the mist.

But before you could take another step, she jumped.

The scream that tore from your throat was heart-wrenching, an echo lost in the wind. You ran to the edge, but what you saw below froze your blood. Jinx lay on the rocks, her body shattered by the fall, motionless, lifeless. The sight left you petrified, unable to move, unable to breathe.

The days that followed were torment. Guilt consumed you. What if you had arrived earlier? What if you had said something different? What if you had hugged her tighter? The questions haunted you, whispering in your ear that it was all your fault, that you hadn’t done enough to save her.

You didn’t eat, you didn’t sleep. You just returned to that cliff over and over again, hoping to find answers in the void Jinx had left. But all you found was more silence, more loneliness.

One night, when the moon barely peeked through the clouds, the weight became unbearable. You couldn’t go on without her. You decided it was time to join Jinx, to follow her steps into the abyss. You walked to the edge, feeling the cold wind on your skin, and looked down at the place where your love had met its end.

Then, a vision stopped you. Jinx appeared before you, but not like the last time. She was smiling, her gaze sweet and mischievous, like when she used to laugh at your jokes or drag you into her chaotic adventures. "Don't be sad, sugar," she whispered. "I'm here. I'll always be here."

Her words, though you knew they were just a hallucination, filled you with a strange comfort. You smiled, tears rolling down your cheeks. "I'm going to be with you," you promised her. And without thinking further, you leapt into the abyss, letting the darkness take you, driven by the desire to be with Jinx once more.

Upon impact, everything became silence. But in that silence, there was something more. A whisper, an echo of eternal love.

In every universe, in every possible existence, you two would always be together. Even in death, even in the void. Because your love was that strong, that eternal.

Vi

Vi had spent two years engulfed in a darkness she couldn’t escape. After you left her, everything became a whirlwind of underground fights and empty bottles. Each punch she took, each night spent alone in the darkest corners of Zaun, made her think of you, of what she had lost. In her mind, she was always sure you would come back for her, that your love for her would be strong enough to forgive her. But days turned into weeks, then into months, and eventually, years. And you never came back.

One day, a job brought her to Piltover. A corrupt politician had paid her to "teach a lesson" to someone who owed him money. The money was enough for Vi to accept without asking questions. She was walking through the gleaming streets of the city when her body collided with someone else's.

“Sorry,” she said automatically, but when she looked up, she was left breathless. It was you. More radiant than ever, with a presence that seemed to light up even the cold stone of Piltover. Vi couldn’t help herself, she hugged you tightly as if her life depended on it. “I missed you so much,” she whispered into your hair. But her world stopped when she didn’t feel your arms returning the embrace. Instead, your body was stiff, distant.

You gently pulled away, but your gaze was like a dagger. “What’s wrong?” Vi asked, her voice trembling with confusion and the pain now flooding her. “Why are you treating me like this?”

Your expression hardened, and your words were cold, sharp as steel. “Do you really expect me to welcome you with open arms after what you did? After what you said?” Your eyes burned with a fire Vi didn’t recognize, a fire from someone who had suffered and changed. “You left me, Violet. You said things that broke me. And now, after two years, you expect me to greet you like nothing happened?”

Vi tried to respond, but the words died in her throat. There weren’t enough excuses to explain what she had done.

You continued, not giving her a moment to breathe. “Things changed when you left, Violet.” You raised your hand, showing a ring that gleamed under the sunlight. “My parents married me off to someone from the Council. At first, I thought it would be the end of the world, that I’d never get over it. But now… now I’m happy.” You paused, letting your words sink into Vi like a slow-acting poison. “I have a family. I have stability. And I’m happy. With you, Violet, I would never have had that.”

Vi looked at you, unsure of what to do, what to say. In her mind, you were still the person who loved her, but now, standing before her, you had transformed into someone completely different.

At that moment, a man approached. Tall, in his thirties, with a well-groomed beard, and in his arms, a small child with a smile Vi instantly recognized as yours. The man kissed you on the cheek and then handed you the child. Your face lit up with love as you held him.

“Sweetheart, did you find what you were looking for?” the man asked, glancing at Vi with curiosity. “Is she a friend of yours?”

Vi felt like the ground crumbled beneath her feet. You looked back at her, but now, your eyes were just cold reflections of the past. “No,” you said with a tone that cut Vi to the core. “Just someone I used to know.”

Without another word, you turned away, the man beside you, the child in your arms, and the three of you walked off, a perfect picture of the happiness Vi had always dreamed of but could never achieve.

Vi stood there, motionless, in the middle of the street, as tears streamed uncontrollably down her face. Her entire world crumbled in that instant. Everything she had believed, everything she had hoped for, was gone. And now she knew she would live with regret for the rest of her life.

Caitlyn

The trial was a brutal display of coldness. You stood there, in the center, surrounded by the faces of Piltover who had once respected you. But now, you were nothing more than a traitor to them. Your hands were cuffed behind your back, your gaze fixed on Caitlyn, waiting... begging for her to say something, to defend you, to plead on your behalf. But she remained silent, rigid, her expression unyielding. The façade of the perfect enforcer intact, as you crumbled.

As you left the court, the cold air hit you harder than the judges' words. Caitlyn approached the guards, requesting to personally escort you to the edge of exile. Your eyes met hers, seeking answers, some sign that there was still something between you.

"Why?" you whispered, your voice breaking.

Caitlyn looked at you, her face colder than ever. "I did what I had to do," she said with a hardness that made you shiver. "If you had done the same, you wouldn't be in this situation."

There were no more words. No goodbyes. Just a chasm that opened between you, killing everything that had ever existed.

A year later, Piltover was burning in chaos. Zaun's gangsters had unleashed a revolt, and Caitlyn, always the leader, was on the front lines. The battle roared around her, but she didn't see the attacker coming until it was too late. The blade of a knife gleamed in the air, aimed at her, until a precise shot stopped the assailant.

Caitlyn turned, her rifle pointed at her supposed savior. "Back off," she ordered firmly, though her heart was racing.

The figure in front of her removed the owl mask, revealing a face that took her breath away.

"You're still an exceptional shooter, Cait," you said with a sad smile, your voice laden with painful nostalgia.

The chaos had ceased, the silence weighed between you. Caitlyn didn't understand how everything had ended so quickly, how her men had been immobilized. Her eyes filled with questions, and you, with a flash of understanding, gave her the answer before she could formulate it.

"It was us."

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow. "Us?"

You laughed, a sound that carried both sadness and resignation. "I'm part of the Firelights. We heard about the revolt and came to the rescue. We don't want more trouble between Piltover and Zaun, so we stopped it to avoid reprisals."

Caitlyn's eyes widened, recognizing the rebel group that had caused so many headaches for the Enforcers.

"They took me in when I was exiled to Zaun," you continued with a touch of sadness. "They're my family now."

Caitlyn stepped forward, regret etching her face. "I... I missed you," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I regret not defending you."

But before she could say more, a figure riding a hoverboard approached. Wearing a mask similar to yours, his dark skin and white hair gave him away: Ekko, the leader of the Firelights.

"All clear. Let's go, babe," he said, extending a hand to you. Then, he cast a sarcastic glance at Caitlyn. "Looks like the Enforcers don't know how to do their job anymore."

Caitlyn opened her mouth to protest, but you playfully smacked Ekko on the head. "Don't be cheeky," you chided, but the boy just smiled and kissed you tenderly.

Caitlyn froze, watching the scene with disbelief and pain. Seeing the love of her life with someone else was an agony she wasn't prepared to face.

You climbed onto the board with Ekko, but before leaving, you turned to Caitlyn. "I hope you can find happiness someday, Cait," you said softly, your words a reminder that sometimes justice isn't enough to fill the void in the soul.

And with that, you vanished into the air, laughing with Ekko, leaving Caitlyn alone, shattered. She stood there, staring at the spot where you'd disappeared, the regret devouring her inside. But she didn't allow herself to feel more. She had a mess to clean up and a report to deliver. There was no room for pain now, and that would always be her greatest flaw.

Jayce

It had been five months since the last time you saw Jayce, five months since that painful goodbye that had left your heart in pieces. But you didn't allow yourself to stay in that state. You channeled your pain into ambition, into a fierce determination to prove your worth beyond being "Jayce Talis' partner." You joined the world of politics, and against all odds, you managed to gain acceptance into the Council of Piltover.

The news of your rise had spread to every corner of the city, but Jayce, absorbed in his work with Hextech technology and his duties as a Council member, hadn't noticed your progress until that day.

The first Council meeting with your presence was a revelation. All the members praised you, impressed by your intellect and the innovative plans you had proposed for the city. But Jayce heard none of that. His attention was completely captured by you.

You looked different. Your hair, which you used to wear long and dark, was now short and dyed a vibrant coral red. The clothes you wore were more revealing, showing a confidence in yourself he had never seen before. It was as if you were a completely new person, someone who no longer depended on anyone's shadow.

When the meeting ended, Jayce approached you with his characteristic smile, the one that used to melt your heart. "I didn’t expect to see you here," he said with a mix of surprise and admiration. "It seems a lot has changed."

You returned his smile, but there was a touch of disdain in your eyes. "Yes, many things changed in my life when you left, Jayce. Everything got better," you said firmly. "I focused on my career and made a name for myself in Piltover for my skills and intelligence. I'm no longer recognized as Jayce Talis' partner. I'm no longer the pretty doll you used to take to those fancy parties."

Jayce frowned, his expression turning serious. "I never treated you like an object," he replied defensively. "That was always a misunderstanding. I just took care of you and gave you everything you wanted."

You shook your head slowly, your gaze steady on his. "No, Jayce. You clipped my wings. You didn’t let me be who I really am. And I'm so happy you left me because now I’m enjoying life, and I love who I am."

Jayce opened his mouth to say something, but you interrupted him. "There's talk that you have a relationship with Mel Medarda."

The surprise on his face was evident, but he quickly denied it, his tone defensive. "Of course not. We're just partners."

A bitter laugh escaped your lips. "More like master and slave. It’s pathetic to see how you let yourself be influenced and manipulated by someone else. The Jayce I knew, the one I once loved, would never have allowed that."

Jayce barely heard the reproach. His attention was caught by your words. "You don't love me anymore?" he asked, his voice hurt and low.

You took a deep breath, your eyes meeting his with brutal sincerity. "No, Jayce. I don’t. I’ve moved on from you."

Jayce was left speechless, the emotional blow visible on his face. He hadn’t expected it to be so easy for you to forget him, especially when he hadn’t forgotten you.

Before you left, you stepped a little closer, your voice soft but firm. "And you know what the best part is, Jayce? I didn’t need to hook up with anyone else to do it. I got over you when I learned to focus on myself and my needs. You should do the same."

Without waiting for a response, you turned around and walked away, leaving Jayce there, paralyzed by the weight of your words. It was as if you had slapped him, leaving him breathless, not knowing how to recover from that loss. Because you would be a loss that would hurt him for the rest of his life.

Ekko

Months have passed since that last conversation that ended your relationship. Since then, Zaun has changed, and so have you. You've learned to live without Ekko, though the void he left still hurts. Fate, however, seems determined to cross your paths again. And it is on a rainy night, in an alley you used to walk together, that you meet once more.

Ekko is there, under the dim light of a streetlamp, his silhouette wet from the rain but heavier with guilt. He sees you approach, and something inside him breaks. Time hasn't healed his wounds, only made them deeper.

"I didn’t think I’d see you here again," he murmurs, his voice almost inaudible beneath the sound of the rain.

Your heart races at the sight of him, but you stay firm. "I didn’t think I’d see you again either."

Ekko's eyes scan you, searching for something to give him strength to speak. "How have you been?" he asks, knowing that any answer will be insufficient for the pain he caused.

"I managed," you reply coldly. "And you? Doesn’t Zaun need you anymore?"

Ekko lowers his gaze, ashamed. "Zaun will always need me, but... I've been thinking a lot about us. About what I did, about what I said."

"And have you reached any conclusions?" you ask, keeping your tone distant.

"That I was wrong," he admits, his voice breaking. "That each day without you weighs more on me. That I let you go out of fear, out of responsibility... but I never stopped loving you."

His confession hits you, but it’s not enough to erase the pain. "Ekko, you made your choice. You chose Zaun over us."

"I know," he says, taking a step closer but not daring to move further. "And I regret it. If I could go back, I would. But I can’t. I just wanted to say I’m sorry, that I miss you... that every day I regret more what I lost."

Silence takes over the moment. The rain continues to fall, cold and relentless, like the fate you both share. You look at Ekko, and for a moment, the love you still feel battles against the resentment.

"Ekko, love isn’t enough when it becomes a burden. I can’t go back to that, I can’t be your second place again," you say, trying to maintain your composure.

"I know," he replies, his voice barely a whisper. "But I wanted you to know that I’ll always love you. Even if I can’t fix it, even if I can’t win you back, you’ll always be a part of me."

"And you of me," you admit, finally letting the tears you’ve held back fall. "But it’s too late, Ekko. Too late for us."

Reality sets in, and both of you know it. Without words, you look at each other one last time, each trying to engrave that moment in memory. Finally, you turn away, leaving Ekko alone, with the rain as his only company.

As you walk away, something inside you stops you, as if there are still words left to say. You turn slowly, facing Ekko once more, with the rain falling between you like a curtain of memories and pain.

"Do you remember what you told me the last time we talked?" you ask, your voice trembling but firm. "You said that sometimes there are battles not worth fighting because you know you’ll never win them."

Ekko nods, the weight of his own words reflected in his tired eyes. "Yes, I remember. And I regret saying it."

"Don’t regret it," you say, a bitter smile forming on your lips. "Because you were right. This... us... we were one of those battles. I fought for you, for us, but in the end, we couldn’t win. We couldn’t be what we needed for each other."

Ekko closes his eyes, the pain in his chest intensifying. "I never wanted it to be like this. I never wanted you to lose faith in us."

"Faith wasn’t enough," you reply, your words cutting like a knife. "Not when the battle was lost from the start."

Silence takes over once more, each word a reminder of what was and will never be. Finally, you step back, moving away from Ekko and everything he represents.

"Goodbye, Ekko," you whisper, letting the rain wash away the last tears falling down your cheeks.

Ekko watches you leave, knowing those words will be the last you share. And as you disappear into the distance, his own regret consumes him, leaving him alone with the weight of a battle he should never have abandoned.

Silco

The lights flickered weakly in the brothel of the Undercity, as voices mingled with the clamor of incessant activity. Silco moved through the shadows, his presence as imposing as ever, closing a deal with one of his associates. Everything was going according to plan until his gaze stopped in a dark corner, and he saw you.

You were there, your makeup smeared, and your provocative clothing accentuating the marks of injuries that covered your skin. Silco felt a dry blow in his chest, a combination of anger and suffocating guilt. He couldn’t help but approach you, his hand gripping your arm firmly.

"What are you doing here?" he asked with a harsh voice, each word laden with tension he couldn’t hide.

You looked up, your eyes reflecting a mix of sadness and latent hatred, but a bitter smile formed on your lips. "I'm exactly where I should be, Silco. I should never have left this place in the first place."

Silco narrowed his eyes, his expression hardening even more. "Don’t give me evasions. I want the truth."

You sighed deeply, letting the facade fall. Your eyes locked onto his, this time without a trace of the smile. "You want the truth? Very well." Your voice was a whisper laced with pain. "When you decided to abandon me, many started hunting me. I survived some attacks, others I didn’t." Slowly, you brushed your hair aside, revealing the patch over your left eye. "They tore it out. And, like everything in this damn place, they sold it to the highest bidder. Some found it exciting to have the eye of Silco's former 'bitch.'"

The rawness of your words left him immobile. The trauma soaked every syllable, and the guilt Silco felt grew like an oppressive shadow. "I had no one to protect me, no place to go. This brothel was my last refuge. So here I am, back in the only place I should never have left. And surprisingly, I'm doing well. You’d be surprised at what they're willing to pay for an encounter with what once belonged to you."

Silco couldn’t bear the self-degradation in your voice. "I’m going to get you out of here," he said firmly. "I’ll pay whatever it takes and bring you back home."

He leaned in to hug you, but you pushed him away with a scornful gesture. "What’s the matter, Silco? Tired of your new acquisition already? Miss having me under your control, like your personal trophy?" Your voice was lethal poison. "Keep your promises. I’m not going back with you. You taught me that love is an illusion, a mirage that only serves to mask hatred and danger. And sadly, I’m surrounded by both."

Silco swallowed, his facade beginning to crack. "Please," he insisted, his voice tinged with an unusual tremor. "Let me fix this. Let me help you."

But you had already walked away, heading toward an exotic-looking man waiting for you in a corner. "If you’ll excuse me, I have to work."

Without giving him another glance, you left, leaving Silco alone, trapped in a whirlwind of regret and pain. In his attempt to protect you, it was he who had condemned you to this life, and now the weight of his decisions crushed him, plunging him into a darkness even he could not master.

Mel

It was an ordinary day when, upon opening your front door, you found Mel standing there, her eyes red from crying, her face filled with a despair so profound it moved you. Her posture, hunched and fragile, spoke more than any words could. Before you could say anything, she threw herself at you, seeking comfort as if her entire world had collapsed in an instant.

Words tumbled from her mouth in a rush, like a torrent of repressed emotions finally finding an outlet. "I’ve done it... I’ve done everything wrong... I don’t want to lose you. I can’t... please, don’t leave me. I need us to be together again. I can’t live with this lie. I love you, I love you, I’m begging you."

You held her in your arms, feeling her trembling body against yours, a refuge against the internal storm consuming her. You clung to her, hoping that all that had been broken between you could be repaired, but then, an unfamiliar voice interrupted the stillness of that moment.

"Sorry to interrupt," said a familiar female voice, with a tone that shook you. Caitlyn Kiramman appeared in the doorway, her hair disheveled, wearing a white shirt, almost translucent, that Mel recognized instantly. A shiver ran through her as she saw that the shirt belonged to you. Caitlyn smiled, somewhat awkwardly, but serene. "I’ll wait for you in the room," she said calmly before retreating into the house.

Mel, paralyzed, looked at you in disbelief, her anger beginning to awaken. "Seriously?" Her voice broke with disdain, but there was a contained fury in her eyes that you couldn’t ignore. "Caitlyn Kiramman? You couldn’t find a better replacement for me? Seriously?"

You stared at her for a moment before responding with a calmness that only masked the truth behind your words. "No, Mel, I’m not looking for replacements. Caitlyn isn’t here to fill any voids; she’s here for a good time. And let me tell you, she’s done an excellent job at that."

Mel clenched her fists, her face turning red with rage, frustration taking over her. "How could you? Did you cheat on me? With her? After everything we’ve been through?" Her words were sharp, like knives, and her pain became more evident with each passing second.

You remained serene, though something inside you was breaking. "What did you want me to do, Mel? Sit in a corner, crying in a bubble of self-pity, like you probably did all this time? No, Mel, I couldn’t just sit and wait for something to change. Life is too short to keep waiting for the impossible."

Mel’s words came out as a sigh of disappointment. "I’m so disappointed in you," she said, her voice trembling from the impact of your words.

You sighed, the weight of the situation pressing down on your chest. "What we were living wasn’t real, Mel. It wasn’t enough for you, and it wasn’t enough for me either. You’ve been living in your mother’s shadow this whole time, looking for something you’ll never find. I can’t keep waiting for you to understand that. You got stuck in your world, and in the meantime, I moved on. I’m not going to apologize for that."

Mel, in tears, tried to get closer, a desperate attempt to capture what was already gone. She tried to kiss you, but you stopped her with unyielding firmness. "Mel," you said with a clear, firm voice. "Don’t do this. Don’t do this to yourself."

She fell to her knees, her face overflowing with pain. "I beg you... please, come back to me. You’re the only real thing I’ve had in my life. I need you, I can’t live without you." Her sobs were heart-wrenching, like a child lost in a cruel world.

You looked at her for a long moment, your heart heavy, but the words that came from your lips were inevitable. "And why didn’t you take care of me, Mel? Why did you let me go so easily? If you really loved me, why did you abandon me? Why did you let me face all of this alone?"

Mel didn’t know what to say. She stayed there, her mouth open, unable to offer any justification. She only murmured one last "I love you" in an almost inaudible whisper.

You sighed deeply, the weight of reality crushing you, and you gently lifted her from the ground, guiding her to the door. "Goodbye, Mel. I hope you can sort things out with your mother. I can’t keep being part of this battle."

The door closed with a dull thud, and it wasn’t just the door to your house that was closing, but also the door to your heart. There was nothing more to do. It was time to let go.

Sevika

The night was shrouded in a dense mist, and the bar buzzed with a mix of laughter, muffled conversations, and the clinking of glasses filled with liquid oblivion. The air was thick, saturated with the smell of tobacco, spilled alcohol, and sweat—a temporary refuge for broken souls. Sevika pushed the bar door open, stumbling slightly, her unsteady steps reflecting the state of her soul. Her dark, glassy eyes scanned the place with a mix of desperation and anxiety, seeking to drown the loneliness that pursued her like a relentless shadow.

When her eyes landed on the bar, her heart stopped for a moment that seemed eternal. There you were, behind the counter, moving with the professional grace of someone who had learned to hide pain behind a mask of indifference. Sevika felt the ground beneath her feet grow unstable, as if the earth itself was rebelling against her presence. She approached slowly, as if each step brought her closer to an abyss she wasn’t sure she wanted to cross.

When she reached the bar, she leaned on the counter with both hands, leaning toward you. Your gaze was a mix of surprise and something colder, something that made her shiver more than any strong drink.

"What do you want to drink?" you asked in a professional, restrained voice, your eyes barely shifting in her direction.

Sevika looked at you, desperately searching for any trace of the warmth you used to have. "I’ve missed you," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper before a knot in her throat broke it. "I’m sorry... God, I’m so sorry for how things ended between us."

She took your hands with unusual clumsiness, kissing them repeatedly as her words fell like broken laments. "I’ve been alone, so alone that I looked for others to forget you, but it didn’t work. No one can make me forget you. Please, give me another chance."

You sighed, and with a calculated gesture, called another colleague to replace you, leading her outside to the back alley. You lit a cigarette calmly, offering her one that she accepted in silence. Both of you smoked, the smoke forming an almost tangible barrier between you.

The silence was finally broken by a question that escaped as a rough whisper from her lips: "Why aren’t you saying anything?"

You finished smoking, dropping the cigarette and crushing it underfoot before facing her directly. "What do you want me to say, Sevika?" Your voice was low, but each word was a dart piercing Sevika's chest.

She frowned, surprised by the coldness in your tone. "I don’t know, something. Something that doesn’t make me feel like a fool."

"Why do you feel like a fool?" you asked, crossing your arms, one eyebrow slightly raised.

Sevika gritted her teeth, her fury beginning to bubble just beneath the surface. "Because I confessed my feelings to you, told you everything I went through, and it seems like you don’t give a damn."

You nodded, as if slowly processing her words before responding with icy calm. "And did you care when you left me? Did you think about how your decision would affect me? Did you think about anyone other than yourself?"

Her words caught in her throat, and for the first time, Sevika didn’t know what to say. Your smile was bitter, triumphant. "Of course not. You’re a selfish person, Sevika. You walked in here by chance, and upon seeing me, suddenly you miss me and want everything back. Well, I’m not buying that crap."

"It’s not like that," she denied desperately. "I miss you, really. I care about you."

Your frown deepened, and you shook your head. "It doesn’t matter if it’s true or not. You made your decision, and you have no right to ask me for anything after what you did to me."

Sevika tried to interrupt, but you cut her off sharply. "My break is over. Don’t drink anymore tonight. You’re talking nonsense." And with that, you went back inside, leaving her there, alone in the darkness.

Sevika stayed in the alley, staring at the door that closed behind you, while rage and sadness fused into a silent scream. She punched the wall hard, letting the physical pain try to drown out the torment she felt inside. But deep down, she knew that punch wasn’t enough to erase what she had lost, nor to heal what she had destroyed.

[deadsetobsessions]

REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPT BY @out-of-jams

TOO MANY BEDS

DCXDP, GEN

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The Wayne foundation was a giant in the corporate world. What made it impressive was that their company was based in Gotham where, despite or perhaps in spite of the frequent rogue attacks and general hostile environment, the Waynes managed to run a tight and efficient ship. Their operations run extremely smoothly.

However, that was not to say there were no mistakes. There were. Wayne Enterprises usually had enough-more than enough- budget to cover such mistakes.

The employees, after all, were humans (though their new CEO, Timothy Drake, might have been a vampire considering how pale he was) and were prone to make mistakes.

Thus, due to the nature of human mistakes, the visiting senior class of Amity Park’s Casper High found themselves in a rather baffling situation.

“Well, we can’t say there’s not enough beds.” Their chaperone-teacher, Mr. Lancer rubbed the back of his bald head.

Before them laid not ten, not twenty, but fifty five twin beds arranged in neat rows in Gotham Academy’s auditorium.

“What is this, the military?” Their other chaperone-teacher, Mr. Falluca, grumbled.

“It’s not like we haven’t slept in worse places.” Sam grimaced. The class collective shuddered as they remembered the junior camping trip from hell.

“Ugh, my hair is going to get frizzy if we sleep here.” Paulina muttered.

“I thought we were getting called here for cheer or something.” Star frowned. Her boyfriend of four years, Kwan, slung an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to comfort her.

The doors open as a harried Wayne Industries employee ran in.

“I am so, so sorry! This isn’t where we were supposed to have you stay but WE mistook the donation request and sent in beds instead of paying for hotel rooms!” They blurted out, looking panicked. “Your hosting class - we’ll have you meet them outside, maybe?”

“It’s fine, right guys?” Danny spoke up, arms crossed. Tucker hummed at his side, tapping quickly at his

“Yeah, whatever Fentina says,” Dash grumbled. After the reveal of Danny’s identity as Phantom, his hostility and bullying died a quick death. Though, Dash kept the nicknames as they were a hard habit to kick and there weren’t any malicious intent behind it. In fact, Dash quickly became one of Danny’s biggest supporters, hidden behind scowls and general posturing.

“We could just meet in here. Get rid of the bedframes and just have a giant sleepover while you guys get everything sorted out.” Valerie volunteered.

“That’s a great idea!”

The class, coordinated from years of ghost attacks, quickly assembled the giant floor mattress. Gotham Academy’s senior class filed in ten minutes later, gaping at the giant floor mattress(es) before whooping and joining Casper High’s seniors in tumbling around.

——

Danny threw an empty plastic water bottle at Kwan’s head.

“Hey! No PDA on the giant mattress!”

“Yeah, get that love shit out of here!” Someone else hollered.

“There might technically be only one bed, now, but it’s still multiple mattresses!” Stephanie Brown, one of Gotham Academy’s seniors heckled.

“Hey, Danny, it’s your turn for truth or dare!” Tim said.

“Truth.” Danny returned.

“Lameeee.”

“C’mon Fenturd, too chicken to do dare?”

“Danny, that’s so boring,” Sam smirked.

Danny scowled. “Hey, whose side are you on?”

Sam and Tucker grinned and said in unison, “The winning side, duh.”

Tim cut in. “So, what’s the worst thing that’s happened to you?”

Danny groaned. “Camping trip, no contest.”

“Camping trip?”

——

[emeritusemeritus]

86 Baby! [Eddie Munson x Reader]

Part 2 (final)

Title: 86 Baby!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader {friends to lovers}, implied Steve Harrington x Reader.

Timeline: S4, set two weeks before graduation. Some Canon has been altered to fit the story; no Vecna, Benny’s is still open, Byers never moved and Hop is alive.

Summary: In two weeks, you and your best friend Eddie would be graduating, taking your planned road trip and riding off into the sunset to leave Hawkins behind, until one little secret throws everything down the drain.

Warnings: it’s a little angsty, swearing, implied fake relationship, standard tropes, Eddie gets a little mean in part 2, drinking, deception. Kissing.

Wednesday

He never showed to pick you up for school the next morning. The cold flask of coffee you made for him every morning sat abandoned on the counter, taunting you, as you rushed out the door for your long walk to school.

You'd been late, caught by the teacher on hall duty and received detention as a consequence of your tardiness, despite your desperate attempts to explain your circumstances. Brilliant.

You'd been frogmarched to O'Donnell's class and had taken your seat in a huff, only to find that the seat beside you was empty; Eddie's seat.

This was the last class before her final and you screamed internally at Eddie's ridiculous behaviour, knowing how much he needed to pass this class in particular. Every Wednesday you spent hours tutoring him after school, just enough to push him over the finish line so that he could finally graduate. You prayed it would be enough.

He didn't show at lunch, and had instead sent a message along with Gareth that he'd be conducting business all lunch so don't wait for him. You'd need to find another ride home, which he was assured in his own words, 'wouldn't be so hard'. Dick.

He was a no show for the rest of the day and you held your breath come 6pm when he should have arrived at your house for your weekly tutoring session. He never showed. You were enraged, beside yourself with anger at his avoidance of you but more importantly of the last hurdle of studying he needed to qualify for the final exam. You could only hope that he was studying by himself and would still get over a C in the final. You chose not to wallow in pity for the night and instead did your own studying for Mrs O'Donnell's final, wishing the night away.

Thursday was the first morning in years that you hadn't made a second cup of coffee for your driver, nor had you waited for said driver to show. You couldn't be late again and you now knew that you could no longer rely on Eddie Munson for that.

You didn't have any classes with Eddie on a Thursday but you had seen him around campus periodically. When lunch arrived, you slowly made your way to the cafeteria but stopped once you reached the doors. He was there, sat in his chair at the head of the table, feet up and ankles crossed as he lazed in the chair, laughing at something one of his sheep had said. You felt like you'd been punched in the gut. Here you were feeling guilty and sad, and he was just there enjoying himself without a care in the world, after dumping his best friend.

You decided to leave. You weren't going to be the one to lower the mood, nor could you bare to have Eddie ignore you or even worse, walk away from you once you sat down.

"Y/n, Cafeteria's that way," Mike jokes as he walks passed you, pointing in the direction from which you had just left.

"Sorry, I've got a thing. Can you let Eddie know? I'll see you guys tonight," you said quickly, trying to sound positive and flippant, like you weren't feeling broken inside.

"Oh yeah sure," Mike says confused as you walk past him quickly, trying to escape the suffocating halls and emotions that threatened to burst out of you.

You walk straight to the auditorium and burst through the doors, thankful when you see Robin dressed in her band finest and surrounded by her band members as they practice. She gives you a confused look but then an enthusiastic wave as you take a seat on the bleachers, choosing to watch them instead of joining the Hellfire Club. Robin was an angel and said nothing, nor asked, through the entire hour of lunch about why you were choosing to ditch the Hellfire Club at lunch. Being with Robin and the bandgeeks was a nice distraction away from your current issues and you finally felt yourself relax ever so slightly, allowing the tension you'd been holding to dissipate from your body.

Until Hellfire. 6pm-whenever, every Thursday night. Drama Room 116.

At 5:50pm you walked over to the drama room just as usual, only to find it locked. You frowned, jingling the handle to make sure you weren't seeing things but it was definitely locked. You could see the lights were on inside, not the beaming overhead lights but the theatrical coloured spotlights that Eddie used as ambiance to light the drama room in the most dramatic way during their campaigns.

A sinking feeling lingered in you, knowing it wouldn't be a coincidence. You considered your options briefly. Do you stay and wait outside the door, hoping that you'd be let in eventually? Do you leave and walk away with a shred of your pride intact? Do you knock constantly, barge in and make a scene?

You didn't have to make that decision as the door opened just a smidge, with Henderson's curls and thinking cap peeking around the door, an awkward smile planted on his face.

"Uh Hi Y-y/n," he says mysteriously, stuttering and stammering over his words, something you had never seen this kid do.

"Hi," you replied, blankly. What the hell was happening.

"Eddie," Dustin begins to say, only to exclaim in pain as he jumps on the spot, clearly having been the victim of something thrown at his back to silence him. "The dungeon master," he says, trying again. "Says that it's members only." Dustin cringes at the awkwardness of having to relay the information, face turning red and shifting uncomfortably as he can't make eye contact with you.

A fucking low blow asking Dustin to say it for him.

"What the fuck?" You ask, not expecting how much venom would fall from your lips, anger rising in you at the words and the actions from the people you considered friends.

Dustin cringes again, his eyes widening as he sees you mad for the first time. You felt like smoke could start rising from your skin you were so heated it Eddie knew exactly what he was doing by sending sweet Henderson to block you out.

"So that's it then?" You said coldly, void of emotion as anger simmers inside you. Dustin can hardly reply, not looking at you. You know he's only the messenger. He doesn't deserve to be put in between us.

"Is she wearing a hellfire shirt?" You hear the voice call out from far behind Dustin, the ringleader and dungeon master of the whole gang.

"Umm, no," Dustin says quietly after a moment, shaking his head sadly; being put in an awkward position between his two friends.

"Tell me gentlemen, did she sit with us at lunch? At the Hellfire club table?" Eddie asks again. You can almost hear the sickening grin in his voice as he riles up the crowd.

"No," a few of them vaguely murmur, not one of the voices sounding as if they wanted to actually admit it.

"The statement still stands, Hellfire Club members only." You can hear a few of the boys protest but it's silenced quickly, no doubt due to Eddie's firm glare.

You freeze. This is it for you, you'd been officially dropped by Eddie and the band of misfits you had considered your good friends. In the span of two days you'd become the outcast of the outcasts, no longer wanted amongst the freaks and nerds you'd so openly clinged to.

You can barely meet Dustin's eyes as you feel the colour drain from your face, not willing to allow them to see you cry. Anger takes over once again as you push down the hurt.

The original three options suddenly appeared in your mind; make a scene, run away or sit outside waiting. You chose option four, a new plan forming in your mind: pure unadulterated pettiness and hate.

"Fine," you said with every fibre of venom and hatred you could gather, slapping on a sick and twisted smile. "Enjoy defeating Vecna, you fucking pricks."

You turn on your heel and walk away with your head held high, hearing complete uproar and commotion at the previously hidden, big reveal of Eddie's campaign. You weren't a member but he had entrusted you with the eventual reveal of his sadistic campaign, all of which you had now ruined. He deserved it, and more.

Friday

You'd cried all night. Sleep evaded you completely despite your desperate attempts to fall into a restless yet fulfilling slumber. You tried studying on and off but nothing was sinking in, nor could you concentrate long enough to actually be successful.

The morning rolled round and you looked like hell. You showered quickly, hoping to tame your wild hair and wash away any lingering makeup that had been decimated the previous night but it had done nothing to soothe you.

Looking at the neatly wrapped box on your dresser, you decided today may be the last day you get to give it to the recipient and so you wrapped it in a plastic bag and placed it delicately into your backpack, ready to carry it throughout school.

You walked to school in the rain, leaving extra early to avoid anyone you may know along the way. Steve had called you last night and had offered you a ride but you'd politely declined, telling him that you would see him soon, leaving the conversation open ended, without committing to a day or time.

You walked directly to the school library, knowing it would be the only place open at this ungodly hour and peeled off your wet jacket before selecting the only copy of the book you were studying for O'Donnell's final today. You read through your notes, revising as best you could right up until the first bell sounded, surprising you with the time.

The English final wasn't horrible, but it wasn't exactly a breeze. You'd looked around for Eddie in the study hall room but you couldn't see him. It wasn't really a surprise as there were a few classes of students taking the final together and you had been selected alphabetically. You were of course in the study hall room, falling high up on the alphabetical register and Eddie would no doubt be in the gymnasium, the secondary exam destination for anyone on the lower end of the alphabetical spectrum.

You'd spotted Mike, Will and Dustin a little while later at first break and they had given you a wave, though you couldn't reciprocate. You instead nodded with a tight smile, hoping to avoid any actual interaction. You'd not seen him all day, despite frequently looking around you and listening out for his distinctive voice.

You'd avoided the cafeteria at all costs during lunch, opting to actually leave the school and walk the short was over to Benny's to grab a milkshake for lunch to celebrate what you hoped would be a pass in the final. He'd given it you for free, staring it was employee privilege but you knew it wasn't. Perhaps it was pity.

You'd been back in school for all of two minutes when principle Higgins collared you, meeting you in the main atrium.

"Ah Miss Y/l/n, how did your final go? I know Ms O'Donnell's finals are feared amongst the masses. No doubt those college applications are coming along nicely."

You'd tried to put on a fake, positive smile and simply nodded, murmuring something that sounded like a reply. You zoned out as he babbled about colleges and exams, not really paying attention to his words.

"Shame about Mr Munson of course, I had finally hoped to be rid of him this year."

That brought you back to reality sharply.

"Excuse me?" You asked, trying your hardest to sound nonchalant. Higgins barely even acknowledged your prompt as he began to expand his point.

"Shame really, after all we were seeing vast improvements with his grades, he actually had a chance of graduating this year, thanks to your tutoring no doubt. For him to not even show to his last final, well it was reckless and quite frankly, entirely careless. Such a shame," Higgins waffles, unknowingly filling in the blanks for you.

"Be sure to tell him how disappointed I am won't you," he says sombrely, "but well done Miss Y/l/n, we'll be sad to see you go."

He pats you gently on the shoulder and turns back down the hall towards his office, unknowingly dropping a bomb on you, leaving you frozen to the spot and entirely speechless.

He hadn't even turned up to his last final, the last hurdle in the race. He wouldn't be graduating with you. He wouldn't be graduating period. You wouldn't be taking your road trip over the summer like you'd had planned for the last two years, though you highly suspected that the road trip was cancelled anyway on account of your broken friendship. Anger permeated through you at the very thought of how careless he had been, throwing away all your hard work and his to get him to a place where the finish line was in sight.

You saw red and immediately stalked off back up the hall and out of the school doors, ignoring the shouts from the hall monitor who tried to run after you. It was still raining, never once letting up for the entire morning but you didn't care, your destination was set and you were completely fixed upon it, not even caring that you were already soaked to the skin. You briefly lamented your missing jacket, having realised that you'd left it at Benny's during lunch, but the thought only prompted you to walk faster, utilising the growing annoyance to gain speed.

You arrived at Forest Hills trailer park in record time and followed the road around to the all too familiar trailer in the distance. Number 53, first on the right after the left turn. His van was parked outside, just as you knew it would be, only adding to your anger as you thought of his wasting his life away, burying his head in the sand at his actions.

You marched up the steps to the trailer and banged on the door repeatedly, briefly thankful for the tiny coverage of the overhanging metal roof that covered the front door just enough to shield your face from the rain. You banged again when no one answered and a brief wave of guilt ran through you as you considered the time, would Wayne be here? Would he still be asleep?

The trailer door was thrust open as the occupant let out an annoyed groan as he opened the door, his eyes widening in shock briefly as he looked upon you, no doubt surprised by your new look, which could almost certainly be compared to that of a drowned rat. He was wearing a pair of blue checked boxers and little else, his hair a mess of curls on top of his head.

"What are you doing here?" His voice said sharply, his eyes squinting as he stood defensively in the doorway, "don't you know-."

"What the hell are you doing?" You cut him off. His eyes widened once again at your tone of voice and the anger permeating from it, having never raised for voice to him before. "You didn't even show to your final?! What the hell is all that about? Some way of punishing me for missing one single show in all the years you've played there? For not being at your beck and call like usual?"

You barge past him, not listening to him grumbling a sarcastic reply at your actions. You frown at the disarray of the room, the empty beer cans, food containers and magazines covering nearly every surface. You can see the tv magazine open on the table and briefly notice that Wayne had circled a few movies showing tonight, no doubt hoping he'd be back in time to watch one.

My mind suddenly concentrated back on Eddie who glared at you defensively, prompting you to get angry all over again.

"Listen to me Munson, I don't care if you're angry with me, want to teach me a lesson or whatever your sick little motive is but I cannot believe you would throw away all our hard work to get you to graduate! Do you have any idea how much I needed the money from those Wednesday shifts that I turned down every week so that I could tutor you? Do you have any idea how hard I tried to get to you graduate? The planning and the fucking stress of it all? No you don't. You have no idea how much it hurts that you'd throw all that away, all our talks about the future and the road trip plans, moving to Indianapolis or opening our little record and book store like you'd promised a hundred times?"

Eddie said nothing. He couldn't even look you in the eye as you raged at him, tears flowing down your cheeks as you unleashed everything you needed to say to him.

"And now you have nothing to say? No apology, no nothing. You can't even show an ounce of affection or respect for your best friend? Or ex best friend I should say."

His gaze finally flickered up to yours at the latter part of that sentence, clearly hearing it out loud had affected him. But the look of hurt and vulnerability suddenly disappeared from his face as it fixed into a hard, sulking frown.

"Are you done?" He grumbles, earning a look of disbelief from you. You're about to fire off at him again until he speaks first. "Plans change princess, guess you'll have to find someone else to do those things with, I imagine it won't be hard for you."

"That is what this is all about? Harrington?!" You gawk, "because I deigned your get a ride with him? Who the fuck are you to dictate who I spend my time with? If you only fucking knew why," you pause, stopping yourself. "You know what, it doesn't fucking matter, you don't deserve an explanation."

You feel the cold, heartless state wash over you, just like at the drama room as all emotion freezes within you, an ominous calm derived from pure hate. You suddenly reach into your sopping wet backpack and pull out the plastic bag which has miraculously kept the contents from getting soaked like the rest of your stuff.

You reach forwards and thrust the wrapped box into Eddie's hands as he stares at it confused.

"That's for Wayne, can you be sure to give it to him please," you say, not meeting his eyes.

"Whatever," he says, placing the box down on the coffee table, dismissing the gesture entirely.

You say nothing and proceed to walk out of the trailer without as much as a goodbye at the boy you had secretly loved for years. He makes no effort to talk or chase after you which was a stark contrast to how he would have acted just one week prior. Never in your life would he have let you walk home in the rain, but now he couldn't care less. Perhaps he even enjoyed your suffering.

You had just made it around the corner when his van roared to life and he drove quickly past you, speeding out of the trailer park and leaving you stood speechless in the rain. His blaring loud music could be heard for minutes after, getting quieter and quieter as he drove further away.

It had taken you nearly 20 minutes to walk home, having to navigate the slippery sidewalks and the slow moving traffic through the town centre. You audibly sighed in relief as you turned the corner of North Cornwallis, past Henderson's and onto Elm where your house sat hidden away in the tree line, a welcoming sight if even you had seen once.

Your mom was at work, so you let yourself in and immediately raced up to your bedroom after peeling off your soaked boots, jeans and T-shirt at the door. You ducked into the bathroom to start the shower as you washed off your ruined makeup before peeling off your underwear, placing a towel around your body and walking over to your bedroom to turn on the radio.

You showered slowly, washing away the rain water as you let the warm water soothe you, taking pleasure in the calming familiar scents of your shower gel and shampoo. Once you'd finished up, you threw the towel around you and walked back through to your room as you prepared to blow dry your hair.

The phone beside your bed caught your eye, the little yellow light flashing, showing that you had missed messages.

Steve. Steve again. Robin. Joyce. Steve.

You sighed and threw down the receiver, knowing that you had to tell them quickly. But someone else crept into your thoughts, Wayne.

You dialled the familiar number, praying that Eddie was still out and sighed in relief when the answer phone clicked. You left a message and prayed that he'd get it in time, before you called Steve to clear up just what was happening.

You took your time blow drying your hair and applying your makeup, wanting to make yourself feel better even if it did little to actually help you.

You knew you needed to get over to Joyce's and so you waited for Steve to collect you, just as planned as we headed there together, no longer bothering with the charade of hiding. Steve could pick you up outside your house and drive along the Main Streets, parking directly outside the Byers' house, unashamed and free.

Steve had called into Bradley's big buy on his way over and had informed a heartbroken Joyce exactly what had happened, saving you an awkward job.

"Right, this is everyone, I think," Steve said, laying out a list of people they he'd had stored in his pocket as an emergency on Joyce's coffee table. You nodded sadly, and set to work, alongside Steve, in for a long night of undoing all your hard work.

Eddie arrived back at the trailer sometime after 5pm, an unlit joint hanging from his lips as he fiddles with the keys, trying to unlock the door. He cringes at the sight and smell of the trailer as he enters, previously unaware just had bad it had been as he'd holed up inside, trying to hide away from the world.

A wave of embarrassment washed over him as he thought back to you seeing and smelling the trailer as it was, mortified that she'd seen him in just his old boxers, hair a mess and surrounded by squalor.

He grabs a beer from the kitchen counter, never even managing to place them into the fridge the previous night and sets to tidying up the destroyed trailer. It takes him an hour to sort out his mess and just as he finally bags up the last of the trash, ready to sling it outside as he rewards himself with the joint, the trailer door opens suddenly, making him jump out of his skin.

"What are you doing here?" He asks quickly, his voice an octave higher due to his surprise, curious to see why Wayne would be back so early.

"I live here boy," Wayne mumbles, shooting anlook at his nephew who is recovering from his spook. "I should be asking the same thing to you," he says, placing down his lunchbox and thermos, seeing in his peripheral that the trailer had been cleaned, a complete contrast to the state it had been in just that morning.

"What do you mean?" Eddie asks, walking slowly towards Wayne, sensing something in the man's answer that had piqued his interest.

"Thought you'd be at your party, s'why I took half a day son," Wayne states obviously, knowing that the party should have started by now.

"What party?" Eddie asks obviously, a deep frown tugging at his features, trying to rack his brain for any memory of invitation or missed events but nothing came up.

Wayne shot him a confused look, brows knitting together with a bemused frown as he walks over to the phone on the wall, shifting his confused nephew out of the way as he sees the machine beeping. Wayne pressed the hash key and the message starts playing out loud, the voice on the on line immediately halting both of the men.

"Hi Uncle Wayne, it's Y/n, I'm just ringing to let you know that the party is uh, cancelled. I won't go into why, it's not my place so I'll let Eddie tell you the news but I just wanted to let you know and say I'm really sorry. I know you've taken half a day off and I feel awful having to do this to you'd but hopefully you can sit back and enjoy one of your westerns, I saw the Lawless Frontier was showing tonight so that's something. Anyway, I've left you a little something with Eddie, a parting gift I guess, not that it really applies anymore. I get the feeling we won't be seeing each other much anymore and I just wanna thank you for everything, you've always looked out for me and Eddie and it's been an honor to get to know you over the years. Your trailer has always felt more like home to me than anywhere else. Sorry again, Y/n."

Both uncle and nephew are silent as they take in the words left in the message, filling in the blanks of their previous conversation and also prompting new questions to be answered.

Eddie shifts uncomfortably as the meaning behind the message sinks in, suddenly overcome with guilt, shame and complete remorse. He'd dreaded telling his uncle that he wouldn't be graduating once again but in light of the current situation, that seemed insignificant to how he'd let everyone down again, not just Wayne. He turns to Wayne, who has remained resolute and completely still since hearing the message, except for his shoulders that have slumped just enough for Eddie's shame to increase.

Wayne suddenly looks towards the coffee table where the neatly wrapped box is sitting proudly and it immediately catches his attention, enough for him to walk directly over to it and pull it open. Eddie watches on in curiosity, trying to think of why you would gift Wayne anything.

When Wayne opens it up, he pulls out a blue mug, with a hand tied label on the handle proudly saying '#125', which Wayne let out a little chuckle at, remembering their conversation from early on when she had counted exactly how many display mugs were hung up around the trailer. Wayne had said the next trip he took would be number 125, though he'd probably never get around to going again, but he'd hoped to go as soon as Eddie had graduated.

This mug was special, printed on the front was a white circle with the words 'Proud uncle of a graduate 1986'. Inside the mug were a few sachets of his favourite coffee brand, the finishing touch to a personal, heartfelt gift.

He's speechless for a moment, overcome with emotion at the thoughtfulness and kindness of the gift. It's bittersweet now, knowing what you had spelled out in your message and knowing that his nephew had damn near fucked everything up.

Wayne slowly turns his head in the direction of his nephew who stands staring at the mug with a look of despair.

"Y'know son, I never believed anything those dimwitted people around town said 'bout you, not once, not ever... I'm starting to think you are as dumb as they say."

"What?" Eddie gawks, hurt and astonished by Wayne's words. Wayne simply turns to directly face Eddie with a look that can hardly convey more disappointment.

"You've just lost the best thing that could've happened to yer. You're a damn fool if you can't see she loved you boy. Putting on a graduation party for a damn 3 year senior, tutoring your ungrateful ass, spending her nights here at this beat up, no good trailer with you, trying to instill something good into that thick skull of yours instead of being out with her friends or out on dates with the boys she ignores for you." Wayne's tone is flat and honest, disappointment seeping from his words.

Eddie stands listening to his uncles words, regret swirling around him as he finally sees the light, realising that Wayne was right. He'd ruined everything and for what? She loved him. Loved, past tense. He'd let his jealously cloud everything; he'd turned her away, cast her out of their friendship group, made her walk in the pouring rain, defied her out of a stupid protest, avoided her and worse of all he'd pushed back all her hard work by skipping out on his last final, the only thing standing between them and their planned road trip. After all of that, she'd still been there for him and his uncle.

"Shit, shit, shit," he muttered, suddenly overwhelmed with the need to find her and apologise, he had to make things right.

He grabbed his keys off the table and shot a single look towards Wayne as he grew even more determined, leaping out from the trailer and running towards his van, realising it was still raining only moments later when he'd entered the van and realised his jacket was wet.

He raced to her house, breaking no less than 3 driving laws along the way. He threw the van into park and leapt out of the van, running to her front door as he knocked loudly. No answer. He knocked again and waited only mere seconds before running around the side of the house, looking up to the window he knew to be hers and frowned when no light was on.

Where could she be?

His mind listed all her friends and frequent places, making a note to check by Benny's on his way around town but surely she wouldn't have taken a shift so soon after cancelling the party.

Robin. Jonathan. Wheeler. Henderson. Harrington.

He turned onto Cornwallis in a move way too dangerous to be making with the rain pouring down, briefly slowing down as he passed by Henderson's to check for any sign of her to no avail until he carried on straight down Cornwallis towards Harrington's.

He'd knocked and knocked but no one was home. Harrington's car wasn't there so he tried the next best place, family video. No Y/n, no Robin and no Harrington, just Keith, who was unsurprisingly utterly unhelpful.

"Fuck!" He yelled as he pounded on the steering wheel, his anger at himself and the outcome of his searching overwhelming him.

He tried Benny's next. No luck. Benny said she hadn't been at work since her shift last Sunday as she'd booked out today and tomorrow months ago. Eddie's stomach sank at hearing that, realising that she'd been planning the party all this time. He managed to spit out a thank you as he ran out the door, narrowly avoiding running into a figure in the doorway that reached out for him by the collar to bring him to a definitive halt.

"Woah kid, where's the fire?" The figure said. Eddie visibly recoiled at the voice, knowing all too well who it was. "Calm down, hardly gonna book you for running out of doorways, though you could be more careful."

"Chief, sorry," Eddie says mumbling.

"What's your hurry?" Hopper says, slowly retracting his grip on the young man's denim collar.

"Uh Y/n, sir, trying to find her," he manages to gasp out, desperately hoping that the chief wouldn't be able to smell weed on him and decide to book him.

Hopper let's out a chuckle as he pulls out a cigarette from his pack, offering Eddie one who reluctantly declines, knowing he needs to carry on his search.

"She'll be exactly where she's been for two weeks, at Joyce's," Hopper laughs, leaving Eddie confused at what was so obvious about that.

"Thank you," Eddie spits out, running over to his van again as Hopper calls after him to drive slow. He turns the corner on Mirkwood and follows down the road until he spots the burgundy BMW parked directly outside the Byers' home. Bingo.

Eddie runs out of the car and knocks frantically on the door. He briefly thinks of what he could be interrupting in there and the thought makes his stomach roll unpleasantly.

"Munson, what are you doing here?" Steve asks as he pries open the door, standing in the doorway protectively to actively block him from marching in.

"Is y/n here?" He asks desperately, feeling out of his mind.

"What's it to you?" Steve asks defensively, never once moving position.

"Who is it?" You ask from inside, your voice calling out from further back in the house. Steve sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, already stressed by the events about to transpire.

"Munson," he calls back, offering no further explanation as Eddie stands there awkwardly.

You immediately come into view behind Steve, having appeared from the hallway, standing in an old Metallica shirt that used to belong to him and your black ripped shorts.

"Eddie, what?" You begin to question, feeling as if your heart was in your mouth at seeing his desperate demeanour. He was soaking wet, his usually bouncy curls falling flat on his head, water dripping from the strands that framed his face, his two jackets dripping onto Joyce's welcome mat. He looked like hell, and you could do nothing but listen to his desperate pleas.

"Princess, I need to talk to you, you need to know how awful I feel, how sorry I am and I." He pushes past Harrington, who is surprisingly bulky but comes to an immediate stop when he realises exactly what he'd walked into.

There were decorations everywhere, most of which were homemade by the looks of them. Drapes, balloons, little fake graduation caps on strings hanging from the ceiling. There was tinsel hanging down one wall, with an arch of balloons above it that spelled out 'congrats 86'. What really broke his heart was a homemade banner that was half hanging up, already missing one pin with a ladder beneath it; the words 'rockin' graduate' were displayed with a portrait of Eddie himself, decked out in robes with a graduation cap upon his head. His left hand was positioned into metal horns and his right hand was holding a perfect replica of Eddie's guitar.

He knew instantly that you had painted this yourself, fuck it must have taken you weeks to make it. It was a perfect replica of him, down to the exact twinkle in his eye and just the right amount of frizz on his curls.

It looked as if it was just being taken down, obvious by the ladder beneath it, making his heart break.

Steve and Y/n said nothing as Eddie looked around, carefully watching his every move as he took in all the things they'd done in the weeks leading up to today, all for him.

"You, did all this for me?" He suddenly asks, casting his gaze to you, who looks upon him with trepidation. You knew that if he critiqued anything your heart would break, you'd spent so long planning this and you couldn't bare to have it ripped apart in front of you even more than it already had. Steve hovered dangerously close, seeming like he was ready to pounce at Eddie at any second, sensing how sensitive you would be about all of this.

You nodded gently, no longer knowing where you stood with him, or what he wanted.

"Thank you, it-it's, it was perfect," he says sadly, his eyes welling with unshed tears as the guilt and shame overwhelms him. He'd never had a party before, never been celebrated in any way really and the one time someone had cared enough, he'd completely fucked it up.

He walks over to you, not quite looking you in the eyes as he begins to break down, openly crying as he spills everything he's needed to say.

"Y/n I'm so so sorry, the way I've acted, the things I've done, I know that you will probably never forgive me and I deserve it. I was so caught up with you with Harrington that it made me crazy, I couldn't stand seeing you with someone that wasn't me even though I never made it clear to you just how much I want you, no, need you. I've loved you every single day since middle school when you came to class wearing that Judas Priest T-shirt that was 3 sizes too big so you tied it in the front and tucked it into your jeans. But you are my best friend and I didn't want to jeopardise that or make it weird so I never told you and I should have told you. All of this," he gestured around him, "you did all of this for me and I completely ruined it. I'm a jerk, a complete and utter prick and you have no idea how bad I feel knowing that I've let you down time and time again. I promise you if you could ever forgive me, even just a little, I'll do everything I can to make this right. I'll talk to Higgins, see if he'll let me resit or I'll do summer school 7 days a week just to be able to graduate, finally, with you and take our trip."

He stops briefly to take a deep breath as he shifts uncomfortably under the silence.

"I'll never say anything again about you dating Harrington, you're free to be with whoever-."

"Me and Steve aren't dating," you interject.

He looks up with wide eyes at your interruption. Looking between you and Steve in confusion, seeing how close you are stood to each other and how comfortable you look in each others presence.

"Okay so you've not labelled it yet fine, you can be with Harrington in whatever capacity you-." He begins to say, waving his hands wildly, only to be cut off by you again.

"No. You don't get it, Steve and I aren't dating, aren't seeing each other, have never been on a date, nothing. We're friends. He's been helping me with all of this because I don't have a car right now and I couldn't exactly ask you to ferry me back and forth to the craft store, Bradley's, Fair Mart and where else?" You looked to Steve with a laugh and he smirked back.

"Helden's bakery, twice," Steve rolls his eyes, holding back a laugh as your eyes widen, remembering the saga of the wrong cake which had nearly earned you a place on the wall and a ride with Hopper.

"Fucking bitch, we won't be going there again," you mutter, immediately flared up at the very thought until you turn back to Eddie who looks utterly lost, so you finally decide to fill in the blanks for him.

"Henderson introduced us a while back when Steve dropped him off at Hellfire. Harrington offered to give me a ride to Bradley's whilst we waited so I didn't have to walk and it sort of became a regular thing. Then he started helping me with the decorations and stuff when you were busy but because of our shifts it was impossible to get everything done in time so we had to start sneaking around. I know you were annoyed at me, I tried to not let it come between us but it did."

"Because I let it," he insisted, walking over to you as he grabbed your hand, his eyes sorrowful and downcast. "I let myself spoil everything, ruin everything but I'm gonna do everything I can to make it right, to show you how much I love you, if you'll let me."

You considered his words for a few moments, knowing that no matter his faults, Eddie never broke a promise. He was honest to a fault and with the look in his eyes, you believed him.

"You love me?" You asked, eyes imploring him as you smiled up at him, thinking over his words.

He let out a little huff of laughter, "that's what you took from all of that? Yes, undoubtedly, I love you," he looked so vulnerable like this, opening his soul.

"Like love me love me? Not like hey best friend, I love you man," you asked, clarifying.

Eddie huffed out a laugh and shook his head, "no, like I love you love you woman."

You didn't even get chance to say it back before flinging yourself at him, jumping into him as you secured your arms around his neck, pressing your lips to his. He let out a little 'oof' at the sudden contact but quickly slipped his arms around your waist to stabilise you and began kissing you back, smiling slightly into the kiss as his ringed fingers rubbed your sides. When you both pulled away, you couldn't help but smile at each other, a little shy.

"I love you too, if that wasn't enough of an answer," you giggled, referring to the kiss.

"Maybe one more would really answer my question," he breathed out, smirking as he pulls you back in for a kiss which you don't even consider protesting.

You pull apart again and start chuckling at each other as Eddie's ringed hand reached for yours, entwining them.

Steve awkwardly coughs from his place near the door, clearly trying not to watch your obvious display of affection. You blush as you remember his presence, too caught up in Eddie to think of anything else.

"Well, if the gentlemen doesn't protest, I'd like to formally ask for the fair maiden to be my girl," Eddie says chuckling, shooting a glance at Steve who looks completely lost by Eddie's words.

You snort out a laugh and tap Eddie in the chest as he laughs at you. "Nerd," you laugh, pulling him into another kiss. "She's already yours."

"Agreed," Steve says, frowning a little with his hands on his hips, feeling increasingly awkward at staying here.

Eddie suddenly pulls away from you, a serious expression on his face as he turns to Steve.

"Man, thank you, for helping with all of this and for keeping my girl safe when I fucked up," he says in earnest. Steve looks bewildered for a moment, having never expected those words to come from Eddie Munson. Steve nods in reply, his eyes softening at he looks between you both and smiles, happy that you were finally getting the ending you deserved.

"Guess we should start pulling these down huh?" Steve says, looking around himself at the decorations, knowing that Joyce would be home soon and it wouldn't be fair for her to come back to such a mess. The party was supposed to start after school and you'd assured her that you'd be up and out by the time her shift ended at 9pm.

It didn't take long to clear up the mess between the three of you as you placed the handmade decorations into a giant plastic container.

"Maybe we can use them next year, I could always try and change the 86 to 87," you said with a shrug and a frown, looking at the banner that had taken you weeks to complete, wasting blood sweat and tears and ruining two shirts in the process.

"No way, I'll talk to Higgins on Monday, hell I'll track him down tomorrow at home if I have to. I'm graduating this year with or without him."

You had to smile at Eddie's determination but you internally worried that it wouldn't be enough.

Monday came around quickly having spent most of the weekend with Eddie, trying to make up for lost time. You'd told him not to pick you up on the way to school which he hadn't taken so well, but you needed to do something first. You had planned to meet at the bench in the woods at 8am and he would bring the coffee, a fair trade you thought.

It was barely past 7am when you reached the school entrance, having deliberately walked through the parking lot to ensure Higgins' car was there. You marched over to his office and knocked loudly on the door, waiting for a signal to be let in. He called out for you to enter and his eyebrows show up in surprise at your presence.

"Miss Y/l/n, what can I do for you this early?" He asks, leaning forward in his desk, his eyes glancing over you to look for any signs of distress or peculiarities in your demeanour, having never had a student show up so early needing him.

"May I sit?" You asked politely, gesturing to the other chair in front of his desk. He nodded enthusiastically, gesturing with his hand for you to sit. You smiled kindly and took your seat, placing your bag down beside your feet.

"I'll be straight with you principle Higgins. I've spoken to Eddie Munson and it appears that he had a reasonable and viable excuse as to why he didn't attend his final with Ms O'Donnell. I'm not in the habit of excusing his actions, nor would I like to speak on his behalf but in this circumstance I feel that it's necessary," you spoke articulately, trying your hardest to bend Higgins.

He sucks in a breath at your words, leaning back in his seat as frown lines appear on his forehead, stretching right up to his bald head.

"Miss Y/l/n, are you acting as council for Mr Munson?" He snarks, though you don't bite.

"No Principle Higgins, I merely wanted to talk."

Higgins goes quiet, considering your words.

"And what excuse has he come up with now?" He asks in an accusatory tone, already judging your answer before it is given.

"He was arrested, detained for possession of a class B drug, though all charges were dropped he was unable to make contact with the school to inform them," you explained.

Higgins looks completely unfazed by the news, knowing Eddie's history with substances.

"Miss Y/l/n, I'll be frank. A likely tale via word of mouth from Mr Munson is not enough to redeem him nor excuse him from missing the exam."

"So I'm wrong in assuming that academic consideration on compassionate grounds cannot be made for Eddie, because you simply don't believe him?" You argue. Higgins' eye twitches as he begins to lose his cool.

"Without the proper documentation-." He begins to argue, only to be silenced by a plastic folder being placed upon his desk. You pull out the two official looking papers and slide them across the desk towards Higgins who looks upon them as if the documents were laced with poison.

"Arrest warrant and release statement, signed and dated by Chief Hopper, would that suffice?" You smirk.

Higgins is completely silent, bewildered and thoroughly outsmarted. After a moment of tense silence, he huffs out a breath and gives a curt nod.

"Inform Mr Munson that he has been honourably excused from the previous exam and he will be allowed to resit on the next available date," Higgins mutters. His displeasure in admitting the facts is palpable and you can almost see the steam coming from his ears as speaks.

"Thank you," you says sincerely, reaching out for the papers which he reluctantly gives back. You ride up out of your seat, collect your bag as you prepare to say thank you and goodbye to Higgins.

"Miss Y/l/n," Higgins calls out for you just as you reach the door, making you pause and turn back to him. "Perhaps you should consider a few law schools in your applications," he chuckles. You smile back before turning the handle of the door and making your way quickly out of the office.

You walk quickly to the bench in the woods, disappearing between the tree line just past the pitch, navigating with ease from the many trips you'd made back and forth over the years.

Eddie isn't here yet so you throw down your bag and pull out your book to pass some time, glad to finally be reading something for pleasure and not just the usual succession of studying materials.

"Hey sweetheart," a familiar voice calls out, making you whip your head around to the sudden voice. Eddie beams a smile at you as he makes his way quickly over to the bench to place down two cups of coffee emblazoned with Benny's logo before his warm, ringed hands come up to cup your face, pulling you into an earth shattering kiss.

"Sweetheart?" You question as you pull away, smiling wide, making him chuckle.

"That okay?" He asks nervously, fingers immediately toying with one of his rings out of habit.

"I like it, a lot," you confess, reaching up to pull him in for another kiss.

"So, confession, I'm already two coffees and three cigarettes deep," Eddie says climbing over the seat of the picnic bench as he places your coffee in front of you, steam still rising from the hole in the lid. "Plus two kisses. I think I have just enough courage to face Higgins," he smiles proudly, still determined to show you he could make it right.

"About that," you chuckle nervously, looking anywhere but him. His eyebrows knit together as he frowns slightly, not knowing where this is going.

"I may have already straightened things out with him, you're resitting on the next slot," you smile.

His mouth drops open, eyes wide as he looks at you in surprise before grinning like a mad man and bouncing in his seat, knuckles banging on the bench causing you to fling for your coffee, suddenly overwhelmed at its imminent demise.

"What?!" He exclaims, lunging across the table to reach for your empty hand. "Please tell me it didn't involve sexual favours!" He dramatises the whole sentence, vacant hand falling over over his face in  pretend horror.

"Gross!" You reply, grimacing at the mental image his words had conducted. "I may have pulled a few strings with the chief," you mumble.

"Chief? Hopper?" He asks quickly, frown falling back into place. "Explain..."

"You know Dustin's girlfriend Suzie right?" You ask, waiting for him to confirm.

He nods once in reply, "he's mentioned her."

"Well, she's a fountain of knowledge, like spy movie mega hacker level right, so we talked and she explained that there were only a few honourable exemptions for missing exams; family emergency, medical emergency and legal authority apprehension. It had to be something believable so I called in a favour from Hop, he filled out a fake arrest warrant and release statement for you and I managed to forge your signature from a previous warrant so it would look like he'd arrested you for possession. It's fake, never entered the system so nothings actually on your record but we'll have to burn the documents after you've graduated, just incase Higgins decides to poke around again."

Eddie looks stunned and worryingly proud all at the same time as he shakes his head in disbelief at you.

"I'm offended you think I'd be caught so easily," he smirks, earning a playful shove. "Sweetheart, I don't know whether to be impressed or worried but I've gotta say this bad girl thing is really doing it for me," he says, flashing a cheeky smile at you as he takes a sip of his coffee.

"Shut up," you mumble as your blush, reaching down beside your feet to give him the plastic wallet with the documents. "Everything's there incase he asks to see it again."

"I don't know what I'd do without you," he says, suddenly serious as he tightens his grip on the hand he was still holding, his thumb stroking your skin absently.

"Play your cards right you'll never have to know," you wink, giggling as he beams at you.

"Now that sounds good to me."

The first bell rings out faintly in the distance and you immediately grab your bag and coffee, dropping Eddie's hand in the process.

"Woah, what's your rush sweetheart?" He asks, grabbing his own coffee.

"You've got a final to get to," you laugh at his shocked expression as you place your bag on the bench, open it up and pull out a pen and the book the final was about from the side of your bag, thrusting then into his chest as you knew there was no way he had any supplies on him.

"It's now? Like right now?" He asks, eyes still wide as he looks petrified.

You waltz over to him and pull him by the belt loops of his jeans, pushing your bodies together which causes him to break his panic and raise his eyebrows at the sudden sensation of your breasts pushed into his chest.

"Go and graduate Mr Munson," you flirt, reaching up to give him a burning hot kiss.

"86 baby!" He says proudly, fear forgotten, pulling you in for another kiss as best he can still holding an array of stuff. He thrusts his coffee into your hands, gives you a quick kiss on your forehead before he runs off towards the main building, yelling out along the way for people to move, he had a final to ace.

@somethingvicked 🖤

[narrat3333d]

no good ass art for this I’m weeping but IM YAPPING!!! (tw for like..smoking in the drawing I thinj..and mentions of death,,)

the info will be really unorganised because i physically don’t know how to organise it right now..(it’s all jumbled in my notes app..) (detailed explanations will be in smaller text because ik some of y’all won’t wanna read allat 🐺)

taps mic anyway hello narrat3333d nation (empty auditorium) im going to yap about one of my MAIN OPS in this post don’t mind the smelly ass art I couldn’t be bothered to do anything digital ❤️..also don’t mind the hands..i was doing this in legit no light and almost sharted myself when i turned on my light to photo it💔)

SO BASICALLY

this guy is dr Krüger, he’s sort of the main antagonist of my cringe ass story…(life after death🤤) he’s also the childhood friend of the main character..(sebastian nachtnebel 🤫🤫)

HE DOESNT HAVE A PROPER FIRST NAME VUT I KNOW FOR SURE IM GONNA GIVE HIME SOMETHING STUPID…LIKE HERMAN..OR GERFRIED..)

((Krüger is a villainous main protagonist of Life After Death. He is Nachtnebel’s childhood and now scholarly companion, with his mind set on one singular goal; to Resurrect the Human Soul. No matter how twisted his methods are, nor matter how many he will affect.))

he’s around 20-25 because his age varies in every little snippet I write (no motivation or concentration to actually write a full fledged story ) and he’s Swiss..i thinj..or he’s German..one of the two 😭

and he’s like 5’4 (because i hate him and hope he gets pounced on by eagles)

((He is a slender, frail man of pale complexion and diminutive stature, standing at a measly 5’4”. His face adorned with moles and blemishes in seemingly random areas, also sporting a large birthmark on the bottom of his chin. His cheeks are described as gaunt, due to malnutrition, his eyes sporting dark bags because of sleep deprivation. To put it simply; He looks sickly, unwell. He isn’t exactly the pinnacle of Health. Which is awfully hypocritical, considering his desired career.

He has green eyes that look awfully bug-like in size, yet rarely show signs of life, usually devoid of any real emotion, only that same, cold glare. His hair is as black as a raven’s feather, and is cut short. (Too short, if we’re being honest. He cuts his own hair, why waste time and money at a Barbershop?) It’s also quite greasy, as he forgoes washing his hair in exchange for continuing his work, despite this; he insists on keeping a clean-shaven face.

His nose is upturned, giving the impression that he’s always looking down upon everyone and anyone, despite his small size. A pair of spectacles adorn his face and rest upon his nose, the silver of the metal frames often catching the light and glistening ever-so-slightly.

His hands, his ‘Instruments of Resurrection’ are smallish, the skin of his right thumb and ring-finger calloused in some areas from gripping either a pen or pencil too tightly while scribbling down research notes and thoughts alike, a small freckle also visible on the loose skin between his thumb and forefinger. His nails also seem to be chewed on, especially on his left hand. They do not tremble at all, as still as stone, which proves useful during his.. experiments.))

he’s not actually a fully fledged doctor yet..he gets people to call him Dr. solely for his ego 😢

he’s a real FREAK. he’s creepy, paranoid, duplicitous, borderline hysterical if you test him. idk, little freak. i hate him, I really do 💔, why is he like this. why are you like this, man,,

IM GLAD YOU ASKED 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔊

he had always been a bit off, having a fascination with morbid topics since the day he had attended his grandmothers funeral at the age of 8..

tldr because I’m too scared of posting all my yapping; he went on to study medicine, and was taken under a rather influential scientists wing to experiment with resurrection of the sort…until a failed experiment left him accused of said mentors murder

AND then once he moved to Octhiovh’zhux (good luck pronouncing that!! I don’t know how to either ❤️❤️) he heard the call, and since his mind’s barriers were weak from the stress and vulnerability from being accused of the murder of someone he viewed as a father figure; he was quickly made as a potential host (I need a name for these thangs..they’re not hosts but they’re half under the influence of the horrors’™️ whims) for the horrors™️. he was already considering starting experiments with deaths, though he was fully convinced by the horrors™️ to begin with it.

it devolved from a grief stricken curiosity to a inhuman obsession.

and so he drags down Sebastian (his beautiful dazzling assistant/j) with him on his little journey to achieve resurrection.

IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAY I HAVE SO MUCH MORE BUT THUS POST IS SO MESSY IM CRYING WEEPING THROWING UP IM SORRY GANG..

i feel so cringe posting this,,why…😢

but anyway thank you…more will come…because this shit is my magnum opus ❤️

(‘“I know everything” mfs when i beam the entire secrets of the universe directly into their brain’…my handwriting is SHIT nobody interact…)

[bondew]

lmao imagine not having friends cade, and imagine ur friends leaving u for sport dazz! losersssss!!

Cadence Lane.

As the professer walks in i fix my posture and move my gaze from the window to him. My laptop is already open on fresh word doccument, along with a second tap with the project. I've already emailed it so I doubt we will use it, best to stay prepared though. He begins to ramble and the 60 people in the room are visibly bored. I end up doodling on my pale hand with a black pen, still paying attention but just keeping myself occupied. I've forgotton about the idea of taking actual notes and I'm just remembering everything important. It may sounds like I dont like what I do but when you have the same chatty teacher each lecture you just eventually get sick of it. I can't stop thinking about that boy from the library, I wonder why he didn't stay with his friends, I mean they looked like they were having a great time. He was weird, reading about bugs instead of being with your friends. Like if I had friends I would spend as much time with them as possible, and I'd feel pretty shit if they were having a bunch of fun without me. Not that I want friends! That's so stupid. Maybe they're mean to him? I wouldn't be too surprised, they seem very different to bug boy. Two hours later half the class are dead asleep, the rest are bored out of their minds and a couple weird students are all bubbly and awake. To be honest they are probably survivng on caffine. I pack up my things as we get dismissed, sliding my laptop and pencil case into my black messenger bag. Shoving on a white coat over my turtle neck I step out into the hallway, just a couple steps out i run into someone. "God! Watch out!" I say by instinct. I stare at the persons as they beg to be forgiven, "Oh! I'm so sorry sir!" They smile sweetly and looks at me. "Bug boy?" I accidently say aloud. "Oh yeah! Haha!" He holds up the heavy book. "Oh shit- um I didn't mean to say that out loud, sorry!" Wait why the fuck am I apologising- I never do that! I look back up and he's just laughing while walking away.

Bug Boy.

For some odd reason as we practice my first scene, which Juliet isn't even it I'm shaking- like I may get nervous sometimes on stage but never during rehearsal?! Despite this I think I did an ok job, it's just weird how I'm so nervous today, when I woke up I was fine! God.. I spot my friends walking down the hallway as I exit the auditorium, running to them I instantly just start smiling and joking away. My friends complain about their classes and then before I can even start on mine, they all excuse themselves so they can go to training. My smile fades but I wipe it back on and just keep walking. Suddenly I bump into someone. "God! Watch out!" They snap, and I start apologizing continually. "Oh! I'm so sorry sir!" "Bug boy?" They say and I stare into their emerald eyes before realizing that they sat in front of me in the library, I hold up my book and start laughing. "Oh yeah! Haha!" I start to walk away but I still hear them say something and then mutter to themselves. I make my way off campus and find a ramen shop, I actually see a couple of my friends outside of the group but decide to just eat by myself. Swiping my card I buy a bowl and sit down at the bar seats. They don't come over to me so I assume they didn't see me. The food comes out quite quickly and I start slurping. I wonder why that guy remembered me, am I that memorable. Well it was only a couple hours ago- and I did wake him up. Oh shit- Now I've woken him up and bumped into him! He probably hates me.. I hang my head and the front of my hair touches the soup in the bowl, I pull up my head and wipe the tuffs with my sleeve. Picking up the bowl I slurp down the soup and pay before leaving. My couple friends are still in there, they were probably just talking. Luckily my literature class got cancelled since my professor is sick so I can just go back to my dorm. The streets are quite empty as I cross back to the UNI, suddenly a cast of grey storm clouds shower me in rain and I am forced to run back. Slumping down on my hard mattress I grab a towel and aggressively shake my head. Pulling off my wet clothes, I hang them on the windows and change, leaving my shirt off. I sit down at my desk with a blanket wrapped around me I check my emails just in case my professor uploads any work. Sadly she did and I'm forced to write. I begin to thoroughly read the email and I'm shocked when it's free writing. She never lets us do free so this is quite exiting. We have to write at least 10,000 words, my current work in progress has around 8,000 so I just continue that. Around an hour later it's finally at just over 10,000 and I can submit it. I make sure to replace all the swear words and recheck my spelling and grammar about a million times.

[sauntering-down]

weirdass Backrooms dream??

(copy-pasted from Discord so i am addressing Mary lol)

oh right, i had this dream during the night that was... fucking weird. i was in some kind of boy band, maybe? musical group?? idk, i think i was a dude and all the other members were oh fuck sdjfghdksjfghsjklg i htink i was. in BTS. shit. hold on i need a sec before i can continue

cripes. okay. moving on. despite possibly being in BTS, i did not recognize literally anyone, nor do i know who i was, thank god. ANYWAY, we were performing a song on this... kinda crappy stage that might've been a school auditorium. the song began and everyone except one guy was supposed to leave the stage one by one, then return one by one to sing their part... idk lol. i just know i was the first guy out, and i went offstage to the left, where everything was concrete and kinda grimy and run-down? there was more space back behind the stage proper, but i was just going there to wait in the wings. and then i just fuckin... video-game-clipped out of reality. blinked and instead of the wings with the music and the audience and everything, i'm standing at the end of a long, bare corridor. there is NOTHING in it except, at the far end, a metal door. and i mean nothing - looked behind me and there were no other doors or anything. i was FREAKING OUT because i had no idea where i was or how i'd gotten here?!? so after a long minute of panic and feeling kinda claustrophobic, i went down the hall and tried going through the door, and emerged backstage. all the other bandmembers were there, also freaking out a little. they were like DUDE WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, WE'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU, YOU MISSED YOUR CUE AND NOBODY HAD ANY IDEA WHERE YOU WENT AFTER YOU LEFT THE STAGE??? and i didn't know how to explain it... i turned around and looked back through the door and there was just like, a regular school corridor or something, lockers and murals and random stuff that looked a lot like the music hallway in my old high school. and then i woke up and i was SO UNSETTLED. like i got up and went to the bathroom quick, then rushed back into bed and curled up all freaked out because the mental image of that empty corridor i'd wound up in was super unnerving.

(one other dream under the cut)

so last night i dreamed that the school you work at had another campus on Long Island, close to where i used to live - it was either in Sayville or Patchogue. you told me about it one day and i was like "oh, cool! maybe i'll swing by and take a quick look at it!" so after i left school (?) i drove down Montauk Highway for a while until i got close, then parked my car somewhere and went the rest of the way on foot - it was located on this narrow brick road which may or may not have been strictly a pedestrian street, i guess. and this building was HUGE. like, it had to be five or six floors, absolutely enormous, covered in vines and ivy... i think it was the end of the school day and for some reason i could just walk inside lmao, so i did. wasn't too impressive indoors, just kinda looked like a normal school. it was getting dark when i went back outside, and i guess normally they just had a string of white lights that meandered along the front of the building, but maybe it was close to the holidays because the entire thing, all this ivy going straight to the top, was draped in multicolored Christmas lights. i was like :O and decided immediately i needed to get a picture to send you. fortunately, i had a camera on me. also ran into two guys i knew in the dream - one was someone i went to school with IRL, the other idk - and they were like 'oh, we'll help!' but mostly they were just horsing around and getting in the way. i didn't want to use the flash so i'd get a nice pic of the lights, but my hands aren't steady so i couldn't get one in focus - the best one was just SLIGHTLY blurry - and finally i decided to come back tomorrow with like, a tripod or something, and also when these dudes weren't here to mess around. but when i came back, only the one string of white lights was on... same thing happened a few more days and i was going to just send the best one, but finally they were on again. i hadn't brought my camera so i tried to use my phone, but then... i woke up (and ran out of message space lmao)

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Wolfgang

Summary: After your parents were murdered by werewolf hunters, you had to run away. You had to save yourself from going through the same tragic fate and that leaves you to being a lone wolf. Thankfully, moving to a new town led you to meeting new people and possibly a new family.

Theme: werewolf au, strangers to lovers

Genre: smidge of action, fluff, slightly suggestive

Warnings: mentions of slight nudity and violence, gets a little steamy near the end but nothing too detailed

WC: 6.6k

Pairing: Alpha!Minho x Omega!FemReader

a/n: Hi :) Obviously werewolf skz is just *chef's kiss* so of course I had to write about it. So here's a Minho one ;)

Due to your parent’s unfortunate death, you had to move away to avoid being caught by the same hunters who killed them. By moving cities, it means moving schools too. Before this, you were in your dad’s pack which only consists of your mom, your dad and you. Now that they’re gone, it leaves you to being a lone wolf.

Hence, why you managed to enrol yourself into this new school after finding yourself a cheap rundown apartment.

You were an Omega werewolf which means you weren’t a part of any pack. You were a lone wolf. After your parents died, you had no one to go to. No friends, no family, nothing. You might as well just die.

Except, you knew your parents wouldn’t want that so you had to persevere and try to at least survive for as long as you can on your own. Throughout your whole life, you weren’t really able to detect any werewolves near you despite your amazing supernatural sense of smell.

So you thought you were alone from now on. Little did you know, the previous town you lived in just didn’t have your kind.

The 8 of them were a pack. To be more specific, they were in Chan’s pack. Chan was their leader but also an Alpha along with Minho and Changbin. Meanwhile, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin were Betas. They’ve been together for quite a while now where Chan was initially only with Minho, Changbin and Hyunjin before he took in the other young ones after a few unfortunate circumstances.

Chan has been teaching them how to hunt, enhance their skills and basically provide them food and shelter. They were more like brothers instead of friends or acquaintances. Their bond was stronger than anything else. If one was injured, the other would know even if they were miles apart.

It was a warm Tuesday afternoon, the boys were just having lunch at their usual table when Changbin’s nose began to tickle with a strong scent, only for the others to smell it too right after.

“Hey, do you guys smell that?” Changbin asked quietly, earning a few nods from the rest.

Since Chan, Minho and Changbin were Alphas, they have slightly stronger werewolf senses compared to the others and they could tell that this scent was new. They knew a few other packs that were present on campus and were even friends with some of them but this?

This was a very new scent that they weren’t familiar with.

“Whoever this is, they clearly just transferred here.” Jisung stated nonchalantly.

“No shit sherlock.” Minho said, earning a low snarl from the younger boy.

“But where is it coming from? I would know if they’re in the room with us… Looks like they’re in the grounds just not in this cafeteria…” Chan said as his eyes began to scan the entire radius of the cafeteria hall.

“But can you tell if it’s a male or female?” Jeongin asked curiously only for Chan to turn back to his brothers and nod.

“It’s a female.”

A few minutes later, they were all gathered for the talk session they had with a motivational speaker regarding the academics. The 8 of them were seated in the middle row of the lecture hall. It was already filled with students from all courses, leaving only a few seats empty. One of which was at the very end of the row below them, right by the aisle and just in front of Felix.

Soon enough, the man began talking and introducing himself to the audience. The boys were just seated there, barely focusing. Neither of them were properly listening to the speaker.

However, their attention was soon diverted intensely when the same scent from earlier only grew stronger by the minute. Before they could even ask each other about it, a new face came stumbling in the main doors.

That’s when they realized where that scent was coming from.

It was you.

You were running late for the motivational talk which is why you were now sprinting across the campus to reach the main building which held the auditorium. Upon arriving, you managed to find the right hall after what felt like forever. The minute you pushed the double doors open, you were immediately met with at least 400 pairs of eyes.

The man standing on stage simply smiles at you and asks you to take a seat wherever you could find. He was nice and you could tell. However, your mind was currently spinning from the overwhelming amount of scents you could clearly smell in this hall.

There were at least 5 different werewolf packs in this room right now but there is one pack scent that was so strong and bold to you.

It literally stands out from the rest.

Just as you were about to walk to the steps on the side nearest to you, the strong grip on your forearm made you halt.

It was a lecturer you weren’t familiar with but you felt uneasy with him. The way he was staring at you from head to toe, his tightening grip on your arm made you wince.

“Are you a new student?” He asked lowly.

“Y-Yes.”

“Which class are you with?”

“I-I’m not sure. B-But I’ll just sit anywhere that’s available.” You frowned deeply before you yanked your arm out of his grip with a bit of struggle.

With that being said, you rushed up the steps towards the empty seat right next to the aisle. The moment you sat down, your fiery glare travelled back to the lecturer who was standing at the same spot he previously was in but his eyes were on you.

Damn him.

However, your mind seemed to grow fuzzy with the sudden strong scent that was intoxicating your senses now. It was so strong, as though whoever or whatever they are were extremely close to you.

Just then, the soft touch on your forearm made you flinch as you turned to come face to face with a pretty girl. She didn’t have any particular werewolf scent on her so you knew she was an ordinary human.

“Do you know which class you’re in?” She asked.

“Umm… I… I haven’t checked my timetable.”

She giggled softly before she continued, “Don’t forget to check it later so you know where to go after this. I’m Yeri by the way. You are?”

With that being said, you gave her a small smile before telling her your name.

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N. If you need help with anything, just ask okay?”

You nodded a little to acknowledge her but then your trail of vision got diverted to the male sitting a few seats diagonally above yours. What made you focus on him was the fact that his eyes were boring into yours. It wasn’t creepy or uncomfortable though. It was more like curiosity. You hold your stares for a bit and that’s when it hits you.

The scent.

It was from him.

A few nights had passed, there was going to be a full moon tonight so you decided to go hunting. Your aim was to practice your survival skills, one that your father taught you when he was still alive. You didn’t bother bringing any change of clothes, telling yourself you would most probably just go to your parent’s secret hideout in the woods.

So here you are, in the middle of the woods alone, finding yourself standing in an empty spot that had the full moon just directly above you. This spot wasn’t new to you.

This is where your parents violently got killed by the werewolf hunters.

During that horrible incident, you were hiding behind one of the huge trees after your parents told you to run. The last thing you saw was your father’s head being decapitated mercilessly before you took off running on all four paws.

Running as fast as you can, praying that the hunters didn’t catch you.

Lucky for you, they didn’t. And yet, you knew they would do everything in their will to continue finding you which is why you moved.

You were taking in the beautiful moon, deciding to change into your furry self so that you could move freely through the woods. After about an hour of just running and strolling through the woods, playing in the lake, chasing bunnies, you figured you wanted to take a quick rest.

It wasn’t until you stepped onto a pile of dead leaves that the sharp click followed by a loud snap echoed through the woods. A shrilling howl left your lips as the pain began to crawl up your broken hind legs where your human ankle would be.

You whimpered in pain, your entire body collapsing to the ground when you realized you were trapped.

Just then, a soft click of a shotgun’s hammer sounded as they locked the bullet in place and were left with pulling the trigger. Your vision was getting blurred from the tears welling up in your eyes.

Your bright gold eyes were flooded with tears, a weak whine leaving your lips as you looked up at the man who killed your parents a month ago.

“Say goodnight. Your parents are dying to see you in the afterlife.” He said while he pointed the gun to your forehead.

However, before he could pull the trigger, a low growl came from somewhere behind you.

The last thing you saw was a larger silver coloured wolf lunging itself onto the hunter and soon began to wrestle with him, only to receive help from another wolf equally the same size but a light brown colour.

And a few seconds later, you passed out cold.

The boys were in their wolf forms, strolling through the woods like they usually do except tonight with the full moon shining down at them. Everyone was having their own fun. Chan and Minho were lingering behind their younger brothers, watching over them and their safety.

Changbin was walking with Jeongin in the centre, once in a while playfully nudging Jeongin’s side with the tip of his snout.

Jisung, Felix and Hyunjin were playing catch but making sure to stick close by while Seungmin was just breaking out into small jogs and twirls excitedly whenever he comes across a field of dandelions on the grass patches.

They were all roaming freely together when all of a sudden, a shrilling scream echoed in their sensitive ears making them all halt to a stop.

“What was that?!” Jisung asked through telepathy, only for Chan to transfer his message to the rest of the boys through his mind.

“I don’t know but it sounds close by.”

“I don’t feel good about this. I think someone’s injured.” Hyunjin said worriedly. However, before anyone could continue, a certain scent intoxicated Minho’s nostrils and he knew exactly what it was or who it was.

“It’s that new girl from school. She’s caught in a metal trap. We have to help her. Now!” Minho said firmly as he began running through the woods, using his sense of smell to try and detect your location. The minute he saw the man standing over your limp body with one of your hind legs horribly clamped between the metal bars, Minho raced over to you.

Right before the man could pull the trigger, Minho leaped out from the shadows, sending the man flying backwards along with himself. Minho tackles the man easily as he growls in the man’s face.

Chan soon joins in to give Minho a hand. Chan bit the shotgun and tosses it far from reach.

Right when the man began to plead for them to spare his life, Minho lets out one last growl followed by a hiss before he bites the man’s head off without a single ounce of mercy.

Normally, Chan does not condone violence to his pack. He only allows it during a life and death situation and if it involves werewolf hunters.

After the hunter’s body was laying there limp, like a headless chicken, Minho licks his canine teeth tasting the disgusting blood coating them. His glowing red eyes bore deep into the limp body, feeling anger taking over him until he heard Seungmin’s soft voice through the telepathy.

“Hyung, she fell unconscious.”

With that, Minho turned around as he and Chan quickly went over to where your body laid.

Your chest was barely moving, your leg was bleeding and probably broken, there was no sign of other injuries except for your leg.

Meanwhile, Changbin, Felix, Hyunjin, Jisung and Jeongin were guarding the perimeter, senses heightened so as to be able to detect any danger coming their way just like how Chan had trained them to perfection.

Chan sniffed the metal trap to try and see if he could break you free from it.

“Minho, bite the other clasp. I’ll bite this side then we’ll try and pull it apart.” Chan said as the younger one walked around Seungmin and soon bit down one side of the clasp like Chan says.

The two of them managed to free your broken leg from the metal trap but now, your leg was bleeding quite a lot.

“What should we do now?” Seungmin asked.

“Take her back to our place. We’ll treat her injuries and wait till she wakes up.” Chan said firmly, earning a nod from the two boys.

Chan called the others over, asking Changbin to help him carry your limp body together.

Chan slides his head under your shoulders while Changbin does the same beside the leader. Once they were both standing on all fours, your body was splayed over their backs horizontally with your head hanging over the side of Changbin’s furry body.

They brought you back to their home, only for Felix to attend to your injury. After they had transformed back to their human self, they wore back their clothes before they went to make sure you were okay.

Felix had just finished cleaning your bloodied wound, washing it with rubbing alcohol to get rid of any bacteria when you slowly began to transform back into your human self.

Of course, you were still unconscious but you were now laying on their couch butt naked with your private parts shielded by your arms and the cross of your thighs.

Nevertheless, the boys quickly diverted their gazes away from you even though you weren’t awake.

They respected you being the only female in the house, which is why Hyunjin ran to the nearest room to get a cosy blanket and soon came back, covering your naked body with it. Felix managed to wrap your leg with the bandage but that was it. They wouldn’t want to help you wear any clothes simply because that would mean they would have to handle your nude self.

Since you were practically strangers, they weren’t gonna do it simply out of respect for you. “Now we wait…” Chan announced as the rest of them nodded.

You didn’t know how long you were out but the sudden warmth and soft material hugging your body made you stir awake. You struggled to focus your vision, finding the bright light a little too overwhelming for you.

Where are you?

Your mind was racing with thoughts. A whole list of possible scenarios were going through your mind, making a guess of which one it was.

Just then, a very familiar scent entered your nose and you recognized it immediately.

That’s when you managed to focus your blurry vision towards the figures that were gathered around the room you were currently in, finally recognizing the faces that were staring back at you in utter concern.

However, it was still a little surprising for you since you were not only in a room filled with guys who were practically strangers to you, you were also butt naked save for the blanket to shield you from their eyes. With that being said, this made you squeak as a soft gasp left your lips.

You hastily sat up, desperately pulling the blanket tighter against your body. The light brown haired male carefully approached you with his hands out in front of them to tell you he was harmless.

“Woah, hey… hey… relax, we’re not gonna hurt you. I promise. Okay?” The leader said with a warm smile as your eyes went to scan him.

You could immediately sense that what he said was true and that they all meant no harm to you. When he noticed your shoulders relax a bit, he smiled before he carefully sat down beside you, making sure to avoid your broken leg.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as you noticed the others were intently staring between you and their leader.

“I… It hurts…” You whispered, eyes finding its own way to the one leaning against the shelves with his arms crossed over his chest. He had ash blue hair, his eye shape was similar to a feline cat and you vividly remember he was the same guy you had a mini staring contest on that first day in the auditorium hall.

“I know it does. So we will try our best to take care of you until it heals… But, only if you agree to stay and let us help. Of course we understand if you want to leave since you don’t know us. It’s up to you. We won’t force you.” The leader said, making you turn to him as your grip on the blanket only loosened slightly.

It didn’t take long for you to decide on staying after you practically could sense sincerity and safety from them. So upon agreeing to their kind offer, the leader went ahead and introduced them to you.

“Since we don’t have any female clothes for you, are you okay if we lend you some of ours for the time being?” Chan asked, to which you nodded gently.

You carefully got up, making sure to wrap the blanket around your body securely. However, the minute you put a small amount of pressure on your injured leg, your knee buckled from the excruciating pain. A soft whimper left your lips as you were about to collapse to the ground. Instead, you never made it to the ground thanks to the strong pair of arms that reached out just in time to catch your waist.

Your free hand flew out to grab onto his shirt, not really seeing who saved you from the fall until you looked up to see who it was.

It’s Minho.

“Woah, be careful. Are you okay?” He asked as you nodded. Except, he didn’t miss the tear that was threatening to roll down your cheeks. You were visibly trying to hold in the pain but he knew it was difficult.

“Let me help.” He offered softly as you could only nod.

With that being said, Minho bends down to carry you bridal style before telling his brothers that he was going to bring you to his room for you to change and rest in. Chan agreed saying it was a good idea since it was already nearing 1 in the morning.

Once Minho made it to his bedroom, he brought you in only to close the door behind him using his foot. He gently placed you down on his king sized bed, making sure to not hurt your leg.

After he laid you down on the bed, he went over to his closet and took out a clean oversized shirt and sweatpants.

“Here, change into this then go and rest. I’ll be downstairs if you need anything. The others will be right down the hall in their bedrooms, okay?” His voice was so gentle, you almost forgot you didn't know this guy personally.

When he saw you nod subtly, he flashed you a smile and was about to leave when you grabbed his wrist softly to stop him.

“Thank you… all of you…” You whispered, earning a smile from him before he told you to rest.

The small jolt of electricity running through your veins at the skin contact didn’t go unnoticed between you two but you decided to ignore it until he left. The minute he closed the door, you gently caressed your hand that reached out for his wrist.

Little did you know, he did the same to his hand where you left a tingling sensation to his skin.

What was that feeling?

From the first day they met you at the auditorium, Chan could already sense you were an Omega. That night when they saved you from being killed, Chan already knew he would take you into the pack. It was just a matter of whether or not you want to accept his offer. It has been three months since they saved you that night.

Ever since then, it was pretty obvious that you’ve grown slightly closer to them and they were already treating you like a part of their pack. Despite not giving a firm answer yet on whether you want to officially be in their pack or not, Chan still treated you with respect and like you were a part of their little family.

And for that, you were grateful.

However, during the past three months, you’ve also developed a little crush on Minho.

Not only was he always sweet and caring towards you, he was also the one who offered to lend you his bedroom and his clothes when you stayed over for the few days after you got injured.

Although you tried your best to hide your feelings for him, it looks like the other boys could sense it considering how Jisung and Felix would sometimes tease you whenever Minho was around. You would normally just brush them off or just plainly ignore them. Yet, sometimes Minho would catch you blushing when the boys tease you about him and he couldn’t help but find you adorable.

It was a Thursday afternoon, you had just finished your first class and were just keeping some of your books in your locker when a figure appeared beside you with an arm resting against the lockers. You glanced up to find Minho smiling down at you adorably, his eyes disappearing into two crescent moons.

“Hey, joining us for lunch?” He asked.

“Yeah, just keeping some books I don’t need for later.” You said, only to feel him tuck the stray hairs behind your ear.

This small gesture was enough to make your heart skip a beat in your chest. You tried to ignore the feeling but he was making it so difficult as he soon began to gently play with your hair, telling you it's pretty and soft.

You couldn’t help but giggle as he slid his hand down only to rest on your waist. After you closed your locker, you turned to face him, letting him slide his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. However, before any of you could say anything, Changbin’s teasing voice broke out from behind you.

“Aye, finally the two lovebirds acknowledge each other’s feelings huh?” This made Jisung and Chan, who were with Changbin, to chuckle in amusement.

You pulled away from Minho only for the boy to speak up.

“Seo Changbin, if you don’t keep that stupid mouth of yours shut, I’ll make sure you sleep on the porch tonight.” Minho threatened, earning a silly face from Changbin who clearly gives no shit.

A few more weeks went by, you only grew closer and closer to the boys and yet you still weren’t in their pack. You had been so dependent on your parents that when they left you, it almost rendered you insane. It took you a while to accept that you were a lone wolf but after that incident, it only made you stronger and much more independent.

That’s why until now, you still haven’t accepted Chan’s offer on being in his pack despite knowing they were good people. It wasn’t because you still didn’t trust these boys. It was just in your nature for being an Omega, to feel independent.

It was a Friday evening, you haven’t been to the boys’ place for almost a week now but you still saw them and spent time with them in school.

Just then, you distinctly heard a familiar howl which sounded like they were in pain.

It was far but you knew where it came from and who the howl belonged to. You didn’t bother changing out of your pyjamas, running out of your apartment and straight to the direction of the howl through the woods that were right behind your run down apartment complex.

You ran as fast as your two feet could take you, already memorizing the woods in the back of your head. You followed the scent as it got stronger with every corner you took which means you were getting close.

That’s when you recognized Chan and Changbin’s furry self attacking the three hunters while Minho’s wolf form was laying there on the ground against the tree with his mouth in a nuzzle.

“No, no, no!” You hissed as you ran to him, cupping his large wolf face in your small hands.

“Minho! Minho, can you hear me? Please tell me you can hear me! Please…” You whispered desperately as his eyes were closed. You reached behind his head to unclasp the nuzzle, freeing his snout from it.

You looked around to see there was a shotgun laying just a few feet from you so you crawled over to it and locked the bullets in place before you aimed it at the hunter that was struggling under Chan’s grip. One of the 3 hunters was lying dead on the ground headless. So with one deep breath, you pulled the trigger, shooting the hunter straight through the side of his head.

Chan jumped back a little only to turn to the side and locked eyes with you who had the gun pointed to them. You quickly shifted your aim to Changbin and the last hunter, but it was slightly difficult due to them rolling and throwing each other around.

Before you could pull the trigger, Changbin growled and soon tore the hunter’s limbs apart one by one before settling for the head.

You threw the shotgun as far away as possible, turning back to Minho who was going in and out of consciousness. However, feeling as though you needed to make sure he was still alive, you gently stroked his furry chest to try and feel for his heartbeat.

Chan and Changbin came back to you and Minho, only for them to talk to you through telepathy.

“He’s badly wounded. We need to aid him fast.” Chan said.

“Let’s quickly get him home. Are you gonna stay with us tonight?” Changbin asked, making you nod at them.

With that being said, all four of you quickly made it back to their home with Minho on top of the two, just like they did with you on the night they found you trapped.

Once you all arrived at their house, you quickly ran to their door, knocking it frantically and it took them less than 2 seconds to open the door.

“Oh shit, quickly, get in.” Hyunjin said as the 3 wolves entered only for the two to gently place Minho on the couch.

“His leg got shot twice, one more on his left rib and a plunge to his shoulder.” Changbin told Felix as the younger one began to get to work with Seungmin’s assistance. In the meantime, the two boys went upstairs to go change while you stayed behind with the others in the kitchen.

“How come you were with them?” Jisung asked as you leaned against the counter with Hyunjin standing beside you while Jisung and Jeongin stood opposite from you.

“I was at home when I heard a howl. I knew immediately they were in pain and it sounded very familiar. So I went to check.” You explained as the boys exchanged knowing glances to one another.

“Noona? Can I ask you something?” Jisung asked.

“Sure.”

“Did you get any particular feeling when you heard the howl?”

“I just… I felt like it was someone close to me. Someone I cared for… Someone I-”

“-love?” Jeongin finished your sentence for you, making you look up at him with wide eyes.

“We know… We can always tell when one of us is in love… And we’ve known that from the start about Minho towards you. We just… couldn’t tell exactly for you since you’re not part of the pack.” Hyunjin explained, only for you to understand better.

Minho loves you?

You frowned as you stared at your feet for a while before you looked past Jisung’s shoulder to find Seungmin placing a blanket over Minho’s wolf form.

You were worried. You were terrified. The last thing you wanted was to never get to say goodbye to him. Never get to say the three words you hoped to tell him one day. Lucky for you, it wasn’t going to be a worry for you anytime soon.

Felix and Seungmin carefully left Minho there to rest as they approached the four of you in the kitchen.

“How is he?” Jeongin asked.

“He just needs plenty of rest. We managed to take out the bullets so I’m sure he’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Felix explained.

Since Minho was an Alpha, it means that he heals faster than the younger ones did. Same goes for Chan and Changbin if they ever got injured by something that wasn’t deadly to them. So with that being said, you excused yourself to go check on Minho, earning nods from the rest of them.

They watched as you made your way to Minho’s peaceful form on the couch.

“Why can’t they just confess already? They’re practically the perfect soulmates for each other.” Seungmin sighed with a smile.

“I know right?” Felix giggled.

“Come on, let’s give them some space.” Hyunjin said as he began to pull his brothers upstairs to let you and Minho have some privacy.

You sat on the floor in front of Minho’s adorable snout, gently caressing his soft fur on his neck. You gave him a small kiss on the tip of his nose before whispering to him.

“Please be okay… I don’t want to lose you.”

His soft breaths filled your sensitive ears as you stroked his chest like a lullaby for him.

A few minutes of silence accompanied you, allowing yourself to drift off to sleep with the top of your head leaning against his neck and right underneath his chin. You didn’t know how long you were asleep but you woke up to the feeling of someone gently caressing your hair.

Successfully stirring awake, you brought your head up only to find Minho back in his human form and still in all his naked glory but with the blanket covering his waist down.

You immediately got to your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck, earning a soft giggle from him as he snaked his arms around your waist.

“Hi princess.” His sultry voice echoes in your ear, making you blush.

“I’m so glad you’re okay!” You whispered, hearing him chuckle softly.

“Of course I have to be okay, I won’t leave you hanging.” His words made you pull back from him, staring into his adorable round eyes. Minho could sense your confusion in which he laughed.

With that, he reached up to cup your cheeks and gently caressed it with his thumbs before he whispered.

“I won’t ever leave you.”

You didn’t know what came over you but you suddenly felt brave. It has been screaming at you to do this for quite a while now, you just chose to ignore it. But this time, you felt like it was the right time to do it.

So with one small breath, you leaned in to kiss him, feeling him instantly smile against your lips. Both of you felt sparks shooting out of the kiss as he pulled you on top of him. His hands flew down to your waist while your small hands cupped his face softly.

Minho’s tongue teased you as he licked your bottom lip before tugging it in between his teeth.

His grip on your waist tightened, making you sit firmly on his thighs. You completely forgot he was butt naked until you felt something poking your inner thigh. It wasn’t until he pulled away from your lips to smile cheekily up at you.

“Should we go to my bedroom?” He asked, making you giggle.

“Are you sure you’re healed? I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” You asked.

Minho kissed you again only to pull back and smirk, “Trust me sweetheart, I’m already good to go. I’m an Alpha, remember?” You rolled your eyes at his cockiness but nevertheless found it so attractive.

Minho laughed as he captured you in a kiss yet again before he stood up with you on his waist, your legs wrapped around his hips. A small yelp escaped your lips as he carried you up to his bedroom. Once you made it to his room, he kicked his door close and locked it before gently tossing you onto his bed.

He crawled over to you until he was situated in between your legs, making you nervous.

“You know you can always tell me to stop if you’re uncomfortable, right baby? I will never force you to do something you’re not okay with.” Minho reassured you as he caressed your cheek lovingly.

You were nervous, yes because it would be your first time mating. However, you didn’t feel uncomfortable because you trusted him. So you weren’t going to stop him.

Not now. Not ever.

“I want you… Minho. Please… I… I love you.” You whispered with your eyes closed, too afraid to look at him. What you missed was how his eyes grew even softer the minute you said those last three words. Minho never felt this way before. Sure he has mated before and none of it works out. But this time, it all felt so foreign to him.

You weren’t just another one of his playmates. You weren’t a random stranger whom he would have sex with and leave. You were someone he cared for, someone he grew fond of, someone he trusts, and most importantly, someone he loves.

With that being said, Minho smiles as he leans down to close the gap before he whispers against your lips.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

Right after, he kisses you like his life depends on it. Pouring out his love for you through the kiss, hoping you could feel his sincerity. He felt your hands sliding down his chest, only to trace your fingertips along the outlines of his abs.

He helped you discard your pyjamas, tossing them onto the ground as he then realized you only had your panties and no bra.

“Did you really just leave your apartment like this?” He chuckled, pecking your lips a few times.

“I got worried okay... I wanted to make sure no one’s hurt…” You blushed as he teased you.

“Aww, so you rushed out without thinking to change just because you were worried about me?” Minho smirked down at you.

“Shut up, Min. I didn’t know who it was when I ran out okay…” You pushed his face away with your hands only for him to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“Yeah, sure.”

“I’m serious!” You pouted as he pulled away to look at your disappointed face, making him chuckle and kiss you repeatedly, saying you looked too cute.

“Okay okay, I believe you baby.” Minho chuckled, cupping your cheeks to kiss you again, this time letting his lips linger there for a bit. Both of you took your own sweet time with each other. He promised to be gentle with you and that was exactly what he did. Only going rough once in a while so that you could both reach your highs.

Minho marked you as his partner and you were happy he did. But there was only one thing left that you haven’t done.

After he cleaned you, you were both lying in bed under his soft duvet. He was just gently playing with your hair while you laid your head on his chest. His mind was filled with nothing but you. All until you spoke up.

“I want to be in Chan’s pack.”

Minho’s fingers stopped whatever it was doing, only for him to stare down at you.

“What did you say?”

“I’ve thought about it… And I want to be in Chan’s pack.” You repeated again, causing him to smile.

“Wait… are you serious?”

You nodded with a small smile, making him huff. After almost 4 months of spending time with them, getting to know each of them better, you realized that they were nothing but a family to one another. And with your tragic past, maybe being in Chan’s pack wouldn’t be so bad. Not only will you have a family of your own, but you also have someone who you loved dearly.

So why not right?

With that being said, Minho kissed you again and again on your cheeks, your nose, your forehead and your lips. All you did was giggle.

“Let’s go tell Chan!” Minho said excitedly as he leaped out of bed butt naked, going around to collect both your clothes that were scattered on the floor. Once you were both changed, he grabs your hands and laces his fingers with yours only to run down the hall, accidentally bumping into Jisung and Changbin as you did so.

“Bang Chan!” Minho called out as he burst open the elder’s bedroom door, only to find Chan just reading something from his book shelves.

“Oh, hey guys. What’s up?” Chan smiled as he placed his book down on the desk but Minho was quick to tell him the news.

“Y/N wants to be part of the pack.”

With that, Chan’s eyes grew wide as he stared at you with a happy glint in his eyes.

“Really?”

You gave him a firm nod in which Chan couldn’t help but grin.

“Well then, welcome to the family Y/N.” Chan announced, only for the rest of them to rush in.

“Noona’s finally part of us?!” Felix and Jisung asked in unison, earning a solid yes from Chan. The younger ones immediately ran to you to give you a hug. You couldn’t help but giggle as they welcomed you warmly. After you were done exchanging hugs, Chan spoke up to get everyone’s attention.

“Also, I think it’s pretty clear that Y/N is now out of bound to the rest of us except Minho.” Chan smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at the male who had his fingers laced with yours.

“Yeah so don’t even think about it.” Minho warned, pretending to threaten his brothers but of course he didn’t actually plan to hurt them if they got close to you since they already loved you like a sister.

“Don’t worry brother, she’s all yours.” Changbin smiled cheekily, only for you to blush.

You were glad that you found them. You were glad they saved you that night and not any other pack. You were glad they came into your life. Because they taught you how to be strong again. They taught you how to survive. And most importantly, Minho taught you how to love again.

~~~

[its-afucking-mess]

Teacher's Assistance

There is such tension between the two teacher's assistants, and when the students make Damiano promise a date to Y/n, there is no way she can decline

warnings: some smut towards the end, otherwise none

wordcount: 5.937 words :0

masterpost :)

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“All right class, Professor Heras is out today, so y’all know what that means,” Damiano claps his hands together as he stands at the front of the auditorium. He isn't too ecstatic about being up before 11 am either, but at least he gets to be in charge for once. “Be honest with me, who actually did the reading, raise your hands, I won’t tell Prof"

He cuffs his sleeves and the students are shuffling in their seats, preparing books and notebooks. There is a slight hesitation in the class before a few hands go up. He laughs at the sparseness, but appreciates the honesty nonetheless.

“Okay, okay, well for those of you who didn’t read it, you’re missing out because Mary-Anne Evans writes wonderfully, even when hiding her identity; this one is even a favorite of mine so I’m taking this personally. So, we’re gonna talk about the characterization of Dorothea and Edward. I want you guys to tell me how they are developed and what we know about them. C’mon, I wanna see hands”.

Honestly, Damiano loves when he gets to command the class- part of why he’s working towards becoming a professor himself, but he still has a long way to go on his master's program. He hopes his future classes are more enthusiastic than this, but he doesn’t mind taking the lead.

“Cool, I’ll start!” he exclaims to the empty classroom with a clap. He already knows he’s far too energetic for the morning, but he has the traditional espresso he picked up on the way to class that’s still sitting half full on the professor’s desk to thank for that.

“So, what do we know about Dorothea? She’s nineteen, an orphan, a pious, curious girl, living with her younger sister, and she's courted by Sir James. But what is the problem with this?”

A student raises his hand, “Dami, it’s nine in the morning.”

“Doesn’t answer my question, anyone else?”

“She is oblivious to him. She is attracted, instead, to Edward Casaubon, 45-year-old scholar. Dorothea accepts Edward's offer of marriage, despite her sister's protests. Sir James is encouraged to turn his attention to Dorothea's sister, Celia, who has developed an interest in him,” a new voice joins the room, a voice Damiano has rarely crossed paths with.

“Y/n, how nice of you to join us, need something?” Damiano turns to face his fellow T.A. She is a bit older than him, further into her master's program, but she’s only assisting for credits whereas Damiano actually wants to teach the subject he’s grading papers for. Still, they have a mutual understanding of each other.

Y/n rubs her eyes, clearly having just woken up along with the class, “Uh, yeah, I need the uh, the social justice research papers from 9A, Heras forgot to give them to me, told me to grab them from you.”

Damiano furrows his brow, then opens the desk's drawers.

"9A, 9A, 9A- Ah, yes, here they are," he says, kindly handing them over to Y/n. She offers a smile and accepts them.

Their hands touch for a moment and Damiano feels her warm hands on his fingers. Her perfume smelled like an assortment of wildflowers and it always mesmerized him.

"Thanks love," she says, kissing his cheek. Damiano has frozen, and until he's back to earth, Y/n has left the room, only the smell of her gloss in the air.

He shakes his head, feeling his cheek to make sure there isn't any gloss left, and turns back to the board, scribbling the stated.

"Anyway, as Y/n clarified, she isn't interested in Sir James' advances and chooses the love of a 45-year old scholar, who, for the era was quite old," He writes out his notes on the board, being careful of the chalk dust falling.

"What about Dorothea's and Edward's marriage? What happens on their honeymoon?"

A student raises their hand and Damiano calls, "Lydia"

"When are you and Y/n going on a date?" Damiano sighs. "Not what I asked. Will?"

"I didn't have my hand up," Will complains, rubbing his eyes.

"I know, but I also know that you remember the storyline from your review last semester,". Will shuffles higher in his seat, fixing his posture.

"They experience the first tensions in their marriage on their honeymoon in Rome, when she finds that Sir James has no interest in involving her in his pursuits, plus no real intention of having his copious academic notes published, which was her chief reason for marrying him,"

"Thank you Will," Damiano exhales, noting it down in his plan. "But when are you two going to go on a date?" Will asks, and Damiano turns to face the students.

"Me and Y/n are not interested in dating. We are both doing our work. Now, can someone focus on the lesson in hand, please!"

"You say that with a lot of confidence for someone who froze up right in front of us," Lydia speaks again, and Damiano lets an annoyed whine slip out.

"Okay, let me clear this up. As much as I like teaching you guys, this has to stop. My love life- or lack there of- isn't to be discussed in class. Can we go back to the reading now?"

"Only if you ask Y/n out," another student chimes in and Damiano is really close to slamming his head on the desk.

"If you keep going like this I'll take away your first name privileges," he says, taking off his glasses.

"Dami, come on! We saw how you looked at her when you handed her the papers. You have to!" Will replies, and Damiano knows he is losing this fight.

"Okay, I will. You have my word" he gives in, knowing full well he doesn't owe them anything.

"Now, someone! Middlemarch!"

- - - - - -

The sound of footsteps echo in the halls. The clock is slowly ticking, providing Damiano with an annoying noise to distract him. The papers he was correcting seemed to be getting worse and worse as he went through them.

The door creaks open, the blinds hitting against the glass when the door slamed shut.

"Now, for someone that starts classes at 9am, I didn't expect you to stay 'till so late to correct assignments" Y/n's voice has a playful tone to it. Damiano doesn't bat an eye.

 "For someone that complains about their free time, or a lack of it, I didn't expect you to be here either,". Y/n scoffs. Damiano brushes his hair back, stretching. "I'm almost done anyway. Freedom is in sight" he continues. Y/n laughs, setting her office keys on the desk.

"What happened to your class by the way?" she asks. Damiano furrows his brows. "I checked the material book and you didn't even reach chapter 3 analysis"

Damiano sighs, taking off his glasses and rolling his shoulders. "They kept bugging me about something, they can be very annoying at times". Y/n shoots him a confused look, sitting down on the desk. Damiano moves his chair further back.

"What's that something?" she asks, crossing her legs. Damiano is a bit flustered under her curious gaze. "It isn't anything interesting, trust me" he replies, putting the folder of papers in his bag.

Suddenly he feels very inferior to the woman across from him. His heart was doing somersaults.

Y/n pouts. "Come on! You know I live and die for gossip," she whines, tapping on her thighs excitedly. Damiano sighs, not entirely fond of this predicament he found himself in. 

"They made me promise I would ask you on a date later," he admits, loosening his tie and tossing in his bag as well. Y/n lets an amused chuckle out.

"And you are breaking the promise?" she gasps dramatically and Damiano laughs. If anything, he was dying to ask her out. The opportunity is handed to him on a silver platter, and he still hasn't done anything.

"My bad," he says, slicking his hair back with his hands and unbuttoning his shirt by two buttons.

"Dear, would you be so kind to accept my invitation to dinner tomorrow night?" he asks in a voice that would be more fitting for a serenade. Y/n is holding back giggles.

"It would be my utmost pleasure, love," she replies in a similar manner and they both break out into laughter. It was dumb, but it eases Damiano's nerves for a moment. He looks at her figure, head on her knees, laughing. Damiano has never seen something more beautiful.

"Okay, but seriously, I'd love to," she admits, breathless from the laughs. Damiano nods, the only response he can provide at the moment. He feels frozen in place and he looks around the desk to hopefully mask his inert-ness. It wasn't part of the plan for her to agree. For all Damiano knew, he was just the younger T.A. she had to put up with. What is he even supposed to say? He can't give her a stupid reply. Why was he so nervous all of a sudden? She means a friendly date, like going for coffee, right?

"Hello? Earth to Damiano?" she snaps her fingers and he rubs his eyes.

"Sorry," he quickly says, putting his glasses on. "I would love to as well," he replies, and he curses at himself for not going with something more confident. Y/n smiles at him sweetly.

"You a good cook?" she asks, getting up from the desk. Damiano offers a smirk. "I pride myself on making some damn good risotto," he replies with confidence and Y/n tilts her head.

"Great, 'cause I'm a terrible cook. My flatmate cooks everything" she admits and shares a chuckle with Damiano.

"What time?" he asks and she takes a moment to think,  putting on her coat. "Does eight seem reasonable to you?". Damiano nods and she licks her lips. His eyes are glued to the wall behind her, trying to maintain some sort of dignity.

"I'll text you the adress," he says, stretching out his hands. "See you tomorrow, then," she says, opening the door. "See you at eight!" Damiano says while she's walking out, and he stays looking awkwardly at the closing door. He bites the inside of his cheek, making a grimace. 

"See you at eight, pfft," he comments to no one, turning to his papers. "That's the best you've got?" he exhales with a laugh.

- - - - - - - - -

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" Victoria asks her housemate, walking by the kitchen. "Cooking? On the night I leave the house?"

Damiano rolls his eyes, looking at the overhead cabinets for a mug. "Maybe you shouldn't have planned to go rewatch Kara Sevda with Thomas tonight," he rebutts and Vic gasps in shock. She lands a soft blow on his shoulder.

"You know that if you didn't have that date of yours you would have joined," she says, grabbing a cube of cheese from the counter. Damiano tosses at her the tea towel. "Don't eat the ingredients!" he reprimands and Victoria laughs.

"Oh, fuck off lover boy," she yells from her room, leaving her coat on the couch. "You haven't cooked anything traditional since coming back from Rome and suddenly you make risotto for a date," 

Damiano scoffs, acting offended. "I clearly remember I made pancetta about a week ago when you brought your date over". Victoria rolls her eyes, fixing her hair in the mirror of her little vanity by the door.

"Whatever," she chooses to reply, ruffling her hair. Damiano smiles, adding the first part of the stock. The sizzling was easily the most satisfying part of the process so far, and he could see Victoria whine from his peripheral. She continues to try and ignore him, and Damiano chuckles at her wavering composure.

"What is her name even?" Victoria turns to him, putting her hair up. "You never mentioned it?" she asks, and Damiano doesn't respond.

"Oh?" she exclaims, coming next to Damiano. He adds the second part of the stock, stirring vigorously. "You aren't going to tell me?". Damiano shakes his head no, starting to slowly clean up the counter. "Hm, I wonder what's so bad about her," she provokes and Damiano can't really take her teasing today.

"Does knowing her name benefit you in any way?". Victoria doesn't respond. "Thought so," he says proudly and Victoria whines. "Okay, at least tell me how this date even came about? You've never mentioned anyone," she asks and Damiano suppresses a flustered smile creeping on his face at the thought of Y/n. 

"Well, I was working under Heras, he has a week of leave or something, and while I was trying to coax the class to participate, the other T.A. walked in," he narrates, various hand movements accompanying his words, adding emphasis to his words. He adds some butter with the third, and final, part of the stock, stirring slowly as the mixture bubbles. 

"She asked for some papers Heras forgot to give her and when I gave them to her she kissed my cheek," he continues and Victoria pretty much squeals. "She kissed your cheek? Over that?!" she asks enthusiastically and Damiano nods along excitedly, mocking Victoria.

"Stop making fun of me," she says, hitting Damiano on the back of the neck. "Continue,"

"She then left, but the class was asking me 'Oh when are you going to go out together?' and stuff. Not a lot of work got done yesterday," he grimaces. Victoria giggles.

"So you promised you would ask if they continued the lesson?" she asks. Damiano lets out a "ehhh, kinda?" and Victoria shoves him. "Gods, the universe handed you that on a silver plate. Lucky ass,". It's Damiano's turn to shove her.

"God this shit is breaking my nose," she comments, leaning over the boiling pot to take a whiff. "Promise you will save me some?" she pouts, chin on his shoulder as the thick sauce gets stirred, sound heavenly to both their ears.

"Hm, bring me back a red from Thomas' and I'll think about it," he proposes and Victoria gasps. "You're drinking the red with her? Traitor" she exclaims, hitting Damiano's arm. He just laughs, watching her walk to the couch.

"I'm not so sure if I'll open the red, but we definitely will drink something," he explains and Victoria is putting on her sneakers. Damiano furrows his brows.

"Isn't it a bit early to leave? You told Thomas around eight," he asks. She sighs, pointing at the clock over the fridge. Damiano's eyes widen with shock, seeing the number '19:47' on the clock.

"Oh you have to be shitting me," he comments, putting a lid on the risotto pot before walking towards his room. "Have fun on your date!" Vic yells and Damiano yells a thank you from his room. "Remember, my stuff is off limits!" she completes, shutting the door behind her.

Back in his room, Damiano hastily puts a button-on on and some dress pants he was planning to wear tomorrow in class. His hair is an untidy mess, and he quickly brushes it back with his hands. He doesn't look half bad for getting ready in under five minutes, he decides, and walks out to the main room with another seven minutes to spare.

The living room for once in his life is presentable, and he picks out a vinyl from his and Vic's collection to play, hopefully making the atmosphere less tense, and to calm his nerves. Hozier seems like a delectable pick, so that's what he plays.

He has only cleaned the surface of what is supposed to be his and Vic's table before the bell rings. 

Damiano speaks a random "Coming," before he tosses the tea towel he used to clean the table towards his room, closing the door behind him and walking back in the living room. He checks his breath and brushes through his hair once more before he opens the door with a wide smile.

He hates the clichè of it, but he feels stunned when the door opens. He hasn't ever seen Y/n out of her school-work clothes, and he most definitely didn't expect her to wear something this formal.

"Hey," she greets, hands holding her coat in front of her. Damiano blinks himself out of his trance. "Hey, come in," he speaks, stepping back. "Here, let me get your coat," he offers, and she hands it to him, walking in the room confidently. 

He hangs the coat on the hooks by the door and follows behind her. Her heels make a click sound against the tile while she walks to the couch.

"Welcome to my humble home," Damiano greets and Y/n offers a smile. "It's quite pretty here," she comments and Damiano takes the compliment personally. "Why thank you," he replies and Y/n giggles.

The track changes and the room fills with the sound of the instrumental. There is soft silence between the two.

"Sorry for the, uh, lack of conversation," he apologises, throwing some stuff in the sink. "I didn't calculate this efficiently,"

Y/n shrugs it off. "I actually sympathise with you for once,". Damiano laughs. "It's fun seeing you behind schedule," she comments and Damiano scoffs. "I appreciate your company and our close collaboration too, I guess," he comments and Y/n laughs. 

"I didn't mean to offend our bond," she says in a similar manner and Damiano almost scratches the bottom of the pot. They are both laughing quietly, and the song gets louder as it reaches its peak.

"Hozier?" she asks, looking at the vinyl collection on the bookcase. About three or four different vinyls stacked atop each other. Taylor Swift was at the top of the pile, courtesy of Damiano and Vic's earlier cleaning spree.

"Yeah, about him?" he asks, setting down the two plates on the table.

"As if you weren't already a pretentious English major," she scoffs, and Damiano laughs.

"Oh then please, pick something less pretentious, ms. Psychology" he rebutts, looking for the corkscrew. Y/n rolls her eyes, picking up a vinyl from the pink basket.

"No-" Damiano stops her, putting the vinyl back in the basket. "That's my roomates, she didn't let me play any of them"

She laughs, eyes wandering at the 2 red baskets under the coffee table. "Are those yours, then?"

Damiano nods and goes back to preparing the table. She looks through the two bins, locating 2 more hozier vinyls, under those 2 abba vinyls, and at the bottom was hidden a fugees vinyl, "Blunted on Reality" printed at the cover.

"Sounds interesting enough" she whispers to herself, and she carefully stops the running vinyl, replacing the two and placing it back in its cover and on the shelf.

Nappy Heads started playing and the room seemed more energetic with the hip hop echoing off the walls. Damiano chuckles from the kitchen.

"Oh, so I am the pretentious one, huh?"

"It isn't my vinyl"

Damiano scoffs, blowing his hair out of his eyes. "Next time, invite me over to yours. Then we'll see,"

Her laugh almost melted him, dropping the knife in the sink. "Maybe next time,"

And that's how his heart stopped. So there will be another time.

He holds on that hope, finally finishing the cleaning up and setting two wine glasses on the table. Y/n looks at him with a raised eyebrow. “Ten bucks that you can’t do a high pour,” she challenges, and Damiano has never appreciated his dad teaching him party tricks when he turned sixteen. 

He looks at her with a smirk, raising the opened wine bottle way over his head and expertly filling the glass up. It leaves a shocked expression on Y/n’s face that she shrugs away. His smug expression is a given. “Ten bucks you said?” he asks and Y/n frowns, handing him a bill. He thanks her in a melodic voice, putting the money in the drawer under the breakfast bar.

“I think we’re set, m’ lady,” Damiano says and Y/n smiles, sitting down across from him, facing the kitchen. Damiano brings over the heavy pot, setting it in the middle. Her eyes scan the inside and he can see it on her face that her interest is piqued. 

“May I?” he asks, pointing to her plate. She nods enthusiastically, holding the plate higher up to assist the serving. The heaped spoonful radiates steam as he sets in on the plate, and the smell finally shines through, the fresh herbs making an appearance. Y/n stops him at the second spoonful and Damiano suits himself, watching her eye the plate with a ravenous look in her eyes. He laughs.

“You know you can start without me,” he offers, and she doesn’t need to hear it twice. He lets out a chuckle at the speed she picks up her fork, picking up some of the risotto and blowing on it, ultimately putting it in her mouth. He takes it as a compliment when her eyes roll back. “You cook like this?” she asks, covering her mouth as she swallows it. Damiano fights a blush back at the praise. “Italians,” he just says, tasting his own creation. He might be a harsher critic of himself, maybe it was Y/n's presence and approval, but it did taste good. It was an enjoyable two first bites. He picks up the wine glass, and Y/n does the same, glasses clinking against each other. “Cheers,” she says, and Damiano repeats, taking a sip of the wine. 

The two manage to engage in comfortable conversation, telling each other various stories from the past two years they’ve known each other. All filled with screaming, drinking, friends getting injured in the most unbelievable ways, and so on.

“What do you mean he burnt himself with his cigarette and he let go of the shopping cart?” Y/n asks, her eyes widened in shock as Damiano loses his mind at the memory. “He dropped the ash on his hand, and reflectively he let go,” he clarifies through laughter, and Y/n finds herself holding back giggles. “Don’t worry, neither got seriously hurt, Leo just burnt his hand and Thomas ripped a jacket sleeve,” he assures, taking a sip of wine to calm himself down. The idea of dinner had been abandoned temporarily. 

“I am so concerned about your friends,” she admits and Damiano coughs a laugh, covering his mouth. “So am I, we should hang out more often,”. Y/n rolls her eyes, taking a sip of her own wine. 

The vinyl stops playing, the only sound being a soft scratching of the disk as it continues to spin. Damiano gets up to switch it, and Y/n follows. “What should we play now?” he asks, knelt down in front of the red bin Y/n was hunched over earlier. She purses her lips, nudging Damiano to the side as she picks up a stack of vinyls. Damiano situates himself on the edge of the couch, watching Y/n look through the records with a laser focus. His eyes scan over her furrowed brows as she tries to pick them out. Her pretty lips form a pout and he can’t help but desperately want them against his.

“This?” she asks, holding up a Waterparks case. Damiano tilts his head. “That can’t be mine,” he says, holding the vinyl in hand. It indeed isn’t his, but it is the vinyl that Leo keeps yelling at him for. “We could, but it isn’t mine,” he admits, handing it back to Y/n. She places it atop of the pile, pushing the table further away. Damiano can’t take his eyes off her for the life of him, and sooner or later he’ll get caught. The way she eyes him screams caught you, and he feels red rise to his face from embarrassment. 

Sooner it is, I guess.

Y/n smirks, walking closer to the couch. "The food's gonna get cold," he comments, trying- and failing- to hide his deepening blush as she backs him on the couch.

"Bummer," she whispers, and Damiano shudders. "I guess I'll satisfy my hunger elsewise,"

He wasn't ready when her lips touched his. It was too soft for his liking, and it resembled a peck, over a kiss, more. Her lips ghost over his and Damiano knows she's asking for permission.

He loops his hands around her neck and pulls her in, and he's on cloud nine. He never expected to get this far, but it's unfolding now and it's going by too fast, he isn't sure if he's dreaming or not.

She climbs on his lap, heels touching Damiano's thighs as she tilts her head to the side, deepening the kiss when his mouth opens in surprise.

His hands move lower, and hers move higher, like in sync. Damiano finds himself squeezing her waist, and he feels her hands in his hair, under his collar, down his back.

She hastily unbuttons the buttons of his shirt, and his hands linger over the zipper of her dress.

"May I?" he asks with a grin that was replaced too quickly by a gasp when her lips closed around his nipple.

He takes that as a yes, pulling the delicate zipper down and the dress over her head. His own shirt is tossed somewhere, but he couldn't care, not when her bare chest was touching his.

"No bra? Naughty," he comments, and she chuckles into his neck. "No need, nipple patches work better with slip-ons," she replies, and Damiano shakes his head, hands caressing her torso.

Y/n pulls away from his neck, and he can feel the bruise form, but he doesn't pay any attention as she pulls him in for a kiss. It's full of lust, and Damiano couldn't be more glad she was as desperate as he was.

Pulling away for air, Y/n gets off his lap, hands teasing the buckle of his belt. Her other hand was firm on his inner thigh, just brushing over the side of the ever-growing bulge in his dress pants.

"God," he exclaims, lifting his hips as the belt comes out of the loops. His pants were quick to follow, being dropped on the carpet, leaving him in his underwear only. She climbs back on his lap, and her hands desperately cup his cheeks, kissing him passionately.

Damiano is aware he has been reduced to a mess, and it prompts a chuckle as Y/n leaves more marks on his neck.

"What's so amusing?" she asks, tone neutral as ever, like she isn't in the middle of marking the whole of Damiano's chest.

"You've made me into a mess," he replies, and her prideful smirk lets him know he's seen nothing yet. He almost feels scared of what she can do.

He lets his own hands explore her body, tracing all around her bare back, over her ass and then coming to the front, holding her breasts in a loose grasp. Her breathing falters and Damiano gets a bit too cocky, rolling her breasts in his hands, fingers toying with the plastic covering her nipples.

It seems she doesn't like the change of roles, and the very brush of her fingers over the bulge in his underwear has him groaning, hands falling to her sides. Her thigh is placed between his legs and he can't understand why it feels so amazing. He pulls her in for a desperate kiss, and she feels him crumble against her as she pushes forward. Damiano moans against her lips and she chuckles when a wet spot touches her thigh. 

Damiano is flushed red all around, and he mourns the loss of Y/n's body against his as she makes her way down. She kisses all down his chest, making a mess of his chest hair with her tongue, stopping at the end of his belly. Her focus shifts to the tattoo of wings, and while she can't understand it she kisses it still, as if she owes it gratitude. She bites down on the skin curving over his hip and his hands are in her hair as she nears the place he needs her most.

Turns out she has other plans, switching to the inside of Damiano's thighs. She makes sure to leave little bite marks all over, and he thinks he might as well explode. Her teeth catch on the waistband of his underwear and finally, finally, pulls them off, savouring in the groan leaving Damiano's mouth. His head is spinning, eyes rolled back so far and his throat is unable to produce a sound when her hands finally touch his cock.

It's quite an embarrassing reaction, but he hasn't paid attention to sexual life for a long time. Any longer and Victoria would have shoved him in a bar in hopes of hooking up with someone.

Her hand moves once, and he hisses at the dry tug. She makes eye contact, making him watch her lick all the way from the base of his cock to the tip, providing enough lubrication for now.

Damiano can feel, and see, his dick twitch in her hand and his head hits the couch pillows. That was a sight that would accompany his not so revered thoughts for a long time.

She pumps a few times, giving Damiano just the right amount of stimulation that had him whine into his palms. He can imagine the cocky grin on her lips, but he doesn't let the thought occupy his mind any longer, 'cause suddenly his cock is in her mouth and the groan that bubbles up in his throat is just borderline pathetic.

He gives her time to set a pace, taking a lot of his self control not to buck up and set his own. Her tongue is tracing around almost everywhere and he swears he's losing it already.

Multiple curses, both English and Italian, drop from his mouth when she speeds up, and his eyes are squeezed shut as she takes all of him and stills. He is surprised at his own self control. He tries to raise his head, get a good look at Y/n, and the sight has his hips bucking.

Her eyes blown out, watery from the strain and her lips swollen around him. He was completely fucked.

She pulls off for a moment, coughing and Damiano panics, but she alleviates his worries by leaving a kiss where the thigh meets pelvis.

She pumps him a few times, skillfully twisting her wrist when she reaches the tip, squeezing down when she reaches the base. Damiano is equally as surprised at how good she is, and he pushes the surprise back when he feels her tongue on his tip, pressing down on his slit. More precum spills out instantly, and he lets out a flustered groan when she laps at it.

Her hand is still pumping him, the other having reached up his chest, toying with his pierced nipple.

"Oh, so I'm the naughty one?" she remarks, and Damiano tries to laugh, but it comes out as a moan when her mouth attaches on said nipple.

The sensations feel incredible, and he feels more worked up than ever. Her hand on his cock has slowed and she's biting down at his nipple, pinching the other and leaving marks all in between.

The hand on his dick picks up speed again, and Damiano leaves little crescent-shaped indents from his nails on her thighs, feeling the sensations boil over inside of him.

"Shit, Y/n- Fuck- So close," he whimpers, and Y/n presses her thumbpad on his slit one last time before Damiano is spilling all over her hand and his stomach, his head buried in the pillow on his back, hands holding Y/n's hips in a bruising grip while she works him through it.

He takes a deep breath, chest rising and falling rapidly as she leans over to kiss him.

It's all too sweet and Damiano never wants it to end. She whispers praises in his ears, kissing the marks she's made all over his neck and chest, hands caressing his sides and thighs. She licks her hand clean, and Damiano swears he could get hard again right then and there.

She gets up from the couch too quickly for his liking, and Damiano thinks he did something wrong.

"You have a class tomorrow," she reminds, grabbing a wipe from Victoria's vanity to clean her splayed chest. Damiano makes sure to keep that mental image for later use, quickly rising to his feet.

"And I have papers to correct, unfortunately,"

"You know you can obviously stay the night," he says, helping her back in her dress. "You didn't even get to cum,"

"You made me dinner" 

"A dinner we barely ate,"

"Still. I appreciate the gesture". Damiano sighs, grabbing a towel from the indoors clothesline to cover himself. 

"Make it make sense," he comments. Y/n laughs, putting her heels on. "Don't worry. I have enough mental content to satisfy my needs" she replies, winking at Damiano.

"Are you sure? I still feel like a dick"

She scoffs, putting her jacket on. Damiano's hands are on her waist, and his mouth is on her neck, leaving a mark on her too for good measure

"Maybe next time, you can be the one that makes me cum. As a treat,"

She grabs her bag and keys, leaving a chastè kiss on Damiano's lips before saying goodbye and leaving. Damiano sighs lovingly at the closed door, and he really wishes there is another time. There better be another time.

- - - - - - -

"Okay, Heras has two more days of leave, so until tomorrow you're stuck with yours truly" Damiano explains when he walks in the auditorium. The students all seem too lost in their sleepy haze to care.

All except, "Dami, is that a fucking hickey?"

Of course it's Will. Damiano's hand slaps on his neck, and, in fact, there is a hickey there. 

"Not relevant to the class. Now, did anyone finish Evan's boo-"

"Sorry to interrupt," Y/n's voice echoes, slowly walking to Damiano's desk.

"I need the 5C poetry analysis papers," she says, and Damiano spots them at the top of the pile.

While he sorts through them she shoves something deep in his pocket, acting oblivious to the curious eyes of the students. The dark marks on their necks were too obvious for their own good.

"Thanks," she says when he hands them, leaving something else on the desk. "Have fun!" she comments, and she's out of the class.

"SHE HAD A HICKEY ON HER NECK TOO?" Will comments again and Damiano lets his head hit the desktop.

"My love life, once again, doesn't interest any of you. What should interest you is the assignments I corrected. They all were terrible," he comments, and forces Will to pass them out to the other students.

"Since you are so awake to make comments,"

The paper note Y/n left on his desk was too intriguing not to open. He takes a sip of coffee when it unfolds, and he almost chokes on it.

"Your turn….

See you at 8,"

Damiano's hand is in his pant's pocket, and he expertly holds back a groan when he feels the damp lace between his fingers.

"Oh that's how you want to play," he tuts, drinking a few gulps of his coffee. "See you tonight" he whispers to himself, folding the note in his other pocket, turning back to his class.

_________

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[whatifyoulivelikethat]

calculated iii, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You wanted to say that you were able to control yourself around him and not to have wild sex at school. But this is Jeon Jungkook we’re talking about. And what Jungkook wants, Jungkook gets. You wore that pencil skirt for a reason, after all.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; intense smut (fem reader, semi-public sex, dirty talk, nipple play, choking, m-receiving oral, gagging, pussy spanking, fingering, penetrative sex); fluff; non-idol!AU - university!AU; dom!Jungkook x sub!noona!reader, ft Jimin once again, lol

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part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

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Career Week was somewhat of a nightmare.

So much running around, prepping tables, setting up presentations, helping the guests with their computers before their seminars, and you had to be dressed professionally too. Not just ‘nice’ clothes, but white dress shirt, slim black tie, tailored black vest, and matching fitted black slacks. It had to be monotone, it had to be hyper professional, and you had to wear heels.

Why had you agreed to this again?

Oh, yes, Kim Namjoon on his knees begging for help because he was overworked and they needed volunteers. And you, being far too responsible, accepted.

Not only were you also overworked, but Jeon Jungkook was staring at you across the auditorium.

In all-black – leather jacket, high-necked shirt, slim-fit jeans. Sharp jawline, tanned high cheekbones, piercing dark brown eyes, his black hair pushed back with a few strands on his forehead, revealing his clean undercut.

And he was smirking at you.

You highly doubted he was here to investigate prospective career paths. Actually, you were a hundred-and-ten percent positive that that was not the reason he was here and the soreness between your inner thighs proved it. You were willing to bet Park Jimin’s right nutsack.

Yeah, sorry Jimin, but you needed all your body parts.

For one reason, really, and that reason was staring you right now.

Who was going to hire him when he was dressed like that anyway? You certainly wouldn’t. Mostly because it was distracting. No one could work with Jeon Jungkook looking like that. You couldn’t, anyway. Well, maybe if his work was wrecking your–

Get back to your damn task, you scolded yourself.

You were setting up chairs for the cardiologist that was arriving soon. All the doctors always had tons of students listening, so the administration instructed you to pack as many seats that could be crammed into the space without causing a fire hazard. You unfolded the metal chairs, arranging them neatly, already knowing they would be an incomprehensible mess when the students left and that you would be the one cleaning up after them.

Sigh.

Come to think of it, it was all Park Jimin’s fault that you were being violently undressed by Jungkook’s eyes right now. If he had kept his trap shut and let you live in blissful ignorance, maybe you wouldn’t be trying to hide your wincing every time you bent over. You snuck a glance at Jungkook.

He cocked an eyebrow, highly amused.

Never mind, you probably still would have been accosted at Calculus I office hours, except instead of the door being closed and locked and having Jimin’s warning texts, you two probably would have been caught and expelled.

You grumbled and slid a chair into place, taking back your former thoughts and thanking Jimin in your mind. He wasn’t even here to witness your inner struggle.

Jimin probably would have found it funny.

You went back to your chairs, not addressing Jeon Jungkook’s presence anymore because if you looked at him again, you probably would have abandoned your post. And he knew it.

-

The next day, you already knew Jungkook would show up again. Mostly because he texted you a winking face of a semicolon and parenthesis, to which you didn’t respond, because you would probably get roped into phone sex in under twenty seconds, and you had to help this extremely riveting lawyer set up his laptop for the projector.

As in, you were ready to tape his mouth shut as he blabbed on and on about his work and how important it was to society, which it was, because defense attorneys were very important, but this guy’s laptop was a fucking hot mess of icons all over his desktop. This was a personal pet peeve of yours, as you liked to be neat and organized, with everything clearly labeled with dates. You didn’t care about most people’s personal habits, but it was annoying when you were trying to assist and the owner of said laptop was not shutting up and demanding noises of affirmation that you were listening.

If it wasn’t Jungkook demanding you to swallow his cock, you honestly couldn’t give a single shit–

You finally got his PowerPoint working and had him scroll through the slides to make sure it was the correct one. He thanked you and you realized the older man was looking at you up and down, the same way Jungkook usually did, except in this case you were not even remotely interested.

Guess everyone had the right to get a good look before they die.

You were wearing a white chiffon blouse with a black silk neck scarf, with a tight knee-length black pencil skirt, sheer tights and sleek black heels. You knew how good your ass looked in this skirt and you had worn it for a specific purpose.

“We will be letting the students in five minutes early to get settled,” you stated briskly, cutting the older man from his daydreams. “You will have forty-five minutes for your presentation, and then we’ll have a fifteen-minute question session, led by my associate, Kim Namjoon here.”

As if on cue, Namjoon appeared, cheerful smile with cute dimples, handing the lawyer a mic.

“Let’s test the microphone and the backup to make sure you don’t have any hiccups,” Namjoon instructed merrily, instantly captivating the man’s attention and diverting it from you.

You mouthed a ‘thank you’ behind the man’s back and Namjoon gave you the tiniest of nods as you excused yourself. Hmph. You knew people would notice – you were wearing makeup for once and would be around students and professionals all day, after all – but to be so shameless and gawk like that was annoying. Plus, the guy probably had a wife and kids.

You made your way to the bathroom to check your appearance. Maybe your makeup was a bit off or something. You had Jimin check you over this morning. Surprisingly, he knew a lot about cosmetics and how to look good in all lighting. Must be a dance major thing.

Ah, the door to the women’s bathroom. You hiked your skirt up a bit do you could use your damn knees to walk, because they had been suffocating for the past two hours–

Long fingers suddenly gripped your upper arm and yanked you around the corner, slamming you into a muscular body and black biker jacket. You nearly stumbled in your heels, but a second hand came to practically lift you off the floor and shove you into the wall.

“Good afternoon, noona.”

A clear, silvery voice.

You couldn’t possibly guess who it was.

“Why, fancy seeing you here, Jung–”

You were abruptly cut off by his lips crashing into yours, one hand grabbing the back of your head and disturbing your perfect bun. You whimpered, feeling him shove you into the wall again, your shoulder blades hitting the painted brick. His tongue slid into your mouth, exhaling into your throat and forcing you swallow his breath. Your hands clutched your skirt, moaning as his hard body pressed yours against the wall.

Jungkook drew back, panting a little. Looking so handsome with his slightly slicked-back hair, black strands around his right eye, chiseled jawline, silver hoops glinting in the hall light. He arched a sculpted eyebrow at you, smirking. His pink lips had a little red on them from kissing you.

“Now, you know you can’t be looking so delicious and not expect me to want to eat you up,” he purred, licking your lips. Your breathing hitched at the touch, unlocking your death grip on your skirt.

“What are you talking about?” you answered evenly despite your panties literally turning into Niagara Falls with the way he was looking at you like a carnivore at an all-meat buffet. “I have to dress like this for Career Week. Everyone has to dress professionally.”

Jungkook nodded, not believing a single word coming out of your mouth. His right hand came up, ink black tattoos against tan skin, and reached around to your bun, slowly pulling the hairpins out. Your skin tingled at the sensation of your hair gradually unravelling.

“A professional that I would hire to sit on my dick,” he mused.

You raised an eyebrow at him, your hair tumbling around your shoulders. “Subtle.”

Jungkook showed you the removed hairpins, opened his jacket, and tucked them in his inner pocket.

“I wouldn’t work for you anyway,” you added haughtily.

With each passing moment, Jungkook was becoming increasingly amused and aroused. You could tell by the way he was shoving his crotch into your thigh and by how wide his smirk was getting. The slacks he was wearing did nothing to hide his erection and you had a sneaking suspicion that he didn’t care.

“Oh? Why not?”

“I don’t know if I could trust someone younger than me to do a good job.”

He was unbuttoning your chiffon blouse now, humming. “I’m good at many things.” His dark eyes flickered to yours. “I think you would know.”

Your hands grabbed his despite him already having all the visible buttons completely open. Cold air drifted onto your heaving chest and white lace bra.

“Jungkook, we’re in a public place, again,” you hissed, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I don’t recall that being a problem,” he drawled, removing his hands from yours and squeezing your ass. “I’m beginning to think you like it.”

You sucked in a breath as his strong hands kneaded you through your skirt. Your hormones would absolutely let Jungkook rip off your clothes right here and let him fuck you, but the sliver of your brain that had any sense at all reminded you that you had to find a closed space. Jungkook slapped your ass, loudly, the sound echoing across the empty hallway. You nearly moaned, but bit your tongue, glaring at him.

“I have to get back,” you snapped. “And look presentable.”

Jungkook licked his teeth. “Hm. You have an hour before you have to appear to the public eye.”

Who the heck told him that? He smirked slyly at you as he saw your reaction.

“I could drag you to the bathroom–”

“At least give me more class than the woman’s bathroom,” you interrupted.

Jungkook looked annoyed that you had cut him off and also looked like he was going to remind you later. His fingers dug into your hips sharply and you gasped, back pressed flat against the wall. He inhaled a deep breath and began again, voice dangerously low.

“As I was saying,” he continued. “I’m going to take you into this classroom that I stole the key for.”

You frowned as Jungkook hoisted you up swiftly, princess-style, shirt still wide open. Fuck, what was he so strong for? He carried you down the hallway to the classrooms. You tried to close your shirt, but he growled at you, so you rolled your eyes and pushed the sides open, letting your bra-covered tits hang out. He seemed satisfied about this.

“Why would you steal a key?” you muttered as he deftly kicked the door open.

Jungkook slid through the door sideways. “So I could fuck you, of course.”

He dropped you and you had to catch yourself on your heels before you broke an ankle and ate shit. Half the lights turned on. You could hear him locking the door as you smoothed your skirt.

You turned to face him, saying, “You shouldn’t be a thief just because you’re horny, Jungkook.”

Jungkook turned around slowly from the now locked door. You were about to say something else, but your words died in your throat as you witnessed the overwhelming lust in his dark piercing eyes.

“I would be a thief, a murderer, and evade taxes for your body,” he snarled, advancing on you.

You pulled your blouse out of your skirt so he wouldn’t rip it, backing up into the desks. “You’ll get caught with the last one,” you said quietly, already removing your blouse and letting it fall onto a spare seat. “First two are acceptable.”

Jungkook grinned devilishly, licking his pink lips.

“Come here.”

You chewed on your lower lip, staring at his beautiful eyes, finding yourself already walking to him, heels clicking loudly in the empty room, but it didn’t matter, because he was the master now and you were the willing servant. Or slave. 

Take your pick.

He smirked at your obedience, placing his hands on your shoulders, stopping you. His dark orbs lingered down your body, focusing on all his favorite spots, pressing his fingertips into your skin.

“One day,” you said quietly. “We’re going to get in trouble.”

Jungkook’s powerful dark orbs shifted upwards, capturing yours. Time slowed down. You stared into his dark brown eyes, unable to look away, your heart beating in time with his words.

“You’re already in trouble.”

Voice haunting you, teasing smirk on his lips, and perfectly in command.

“From the second you let me have my hands on you.”

You gasped as his nails dug into your skin, scratching down your collarbones, leaving red marks. He snapped the straps of your bra, hard, and you whined, eyes pleading for him to take it off. His palms pressed into the lace cups, squeezing them roughly. Tongue dancing in between his lips as he felt your nipples harden, barely covered by the lace.

“You’re so dirty, noona,” he purred, lowering his palms and pinching your nipples through the thin fabric, smirking at your wanton moan. “Wearing such slutty underwear under these professional clothes.”

You whimpered as he tugged on them. “No one’s going to see them but you, Jungkook.”

He clamped your nipples between his thumbs and knuckles, dragging you to him. You sank your teeth into your lower lip, pussy throbbing as you collided with his firm chest. His breath was scorching hot against your skin, making you shiver.

“What if someone finds out? Some idiot like a perverted old man staring at your ass in this skirt?”

You snorted. “I’ll rip his head off.”

Jungkook snickered, flicking your nipples with your answer. “You wouldn’t let me do it for you?”

Your hips rolled into his, hands on his waist to keep yourself up as he played with you. “I’ll reattach it for you so you can do the same.”

He laughed, almost a little too jovially for the part he was playing, but then he was back, tipping his head close to yours, blowing soft air onto your lips. You frowned, glaring at him for the lack of kiss.

“If possible, you’re even hotter dressed like this,” Jungkook murmured, his forehead against yours. “So prim and proper, even with a cute gag tied around your neck,” he added, playing with the ends of your neck scarf. “You could be a CEO, and I could be the janitor fucking you on your penthouse-floor desk.” He was undoing your scarf now, teasing it apart, making you breathless. “Maybe fuck you against the window so everyone can see how good I make you feel, noona.”

“Give yourself a little more credit than a janitor,” you muttered, stiffening as Jungkook ran his fingertips over your throat, nails grazing your skin.

“True, I would rather be your secretary so I can follow you around and stare at your ass in this skirt,” he chuckled, lacing his fingers around your neck. Thumb under your ear, the other four fingers under your other ear. You made eye contact with him. He looked almost bored, one of his eyebrows raised, but he was watching you, predatory and attentive.

“I know what I’m doing.”

His whisper was so soft that you barely heard it, but the words were there.

His grip tightened around your throat.

You gasped, feeling the blood flow thinning, hazing your mind. Jungkook watched your expression, reaching around with the hand that was holding your scarf, unclasping your lace bra. You could feel it fall down your arms, but your thoughts were rapidly being clouded by lightheadedness and lust, Jungkook smirking at you as he lifted the silk scarf into your vision.

“J… Jungkook…” you choked out.

The mole underneath his lower lip winked at you as he grinned, brushing the silk against your hard, abused nipples, touch so light, and yet it made your whine, wanting more stimulation but unable to ask because you knew he was toying with you.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook taunted. “Not intense enough for my naughty noona?”

He choked you harder and you couldn’t respond, eyes rolling back into your head as black spots danced in your vision, the sensation intensifying but still not enough, not enough, and you shoved your hips into his repeatedly, whimpering, hands clutching his black shirt, nails digging into his abs.

“So needy for me,” he breathed, feathery touches of silk against your nipples. “Are you only mine?”

He leaned forward, loosening his grip a little. The blood violently rushed back into your head and all you could hear Jungkook’s cruel whisper of your name, tearing a moan from your lips, a raspy yes, yes, fuck, Jungkook, I’m only yours.

He chuckled darkly.

Then he forced you to your knees, tits bouncing uncomfortably as you slid on your heels, knees hitting the tile floor. You clutched his clothed legs, panting, brain only half-functioning due to the lack of blood and the relentless teasing. You lifted your head back up to look at him, panting hard.

Jungkook cracked his neck sharply, a harsh pop. “I want to believe you, noona, but you’re dressed so fucking sexy that I can’t.” His dark eyes bore into you, tearing you up, and you were dripping onto your inner thighs. He emphasized his words with a raise of his eyebrow.

“Letting other people fantasize about this body that belongs to me isn’t acceptable.”

His hands reached down, fingers of his right hand playing with the button of his pants, tattoos dancing with his movement. He smirked as you watched him, eyes darting from his face to his hands. Shit, you were nearly drooling with anticipation. You swallowed as he teased the button free.

“You gonna show me that you remember who you belong to?”

You nodded quickly, maybe too quickly, but it was doomed now anyway because Jungkook was lowering the zipper, pushing down his pants and underwear, past his muscular thighs. It was obvious this was getting him off as much as it was getting you off, because he was rock-hard, leaking, tip already a dark red. Jungkook grabbed the back of your head and shoved his hips into your cheek, smearing his pre-cum onto your skin, all the way up to your cheekbone. He hissed, using his hand to press the head against your temple, nearly into your hair.

Fuck, he was so fucking close to your mouth, but he wasn’t letting you have it.

Damnnit.

Your tongue snaked out and softly licked his balls, eyes on his face, watching him tip his head back and moan. You licked more, creeping your head closer, pressing your lips against his hot skin. He was letting you do it, holding his cock out of the way as you wrapped your lips around his balls and sucked, pushing them around with your tongue, pleading noises in your throat, begging him for his cock as you bobbed your head up and down under his hips.

Jungkook’s dark eyes shifted down to you, triumphant grin on his lips.

“You want to swallow my cock, noona?” he teased, smacking it against your face, leaving a string of pre-cum connecting your cheek to his cock. You narrowed your eyes at him, as if to say, no fucking shit, you punk ass bitch, and he chuckled deep in his chest. He looked past your head, down your back.

“Such a nice ass.”

You smacked his leg, aware that he was doing it on purpose to piss you off. He smirked knowingly, placing his palm on your forehead and pushing you off his balls.

“Swallow it all and don’t choke,” Jungkook snarled, shoving his cock into your open mouth.

Your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, relaxing your throat muscles as Jungkook forcefully pushed into your lips, sighing with satisfaction as he buried himself to the hilt, his strong fingers tangled in your hair.

“Fuck, so good,” he moaned, making his cock throb into the roof of your mouth. You whined, hands on his hips, waiting for him to let you move. “Your throat feels so fucking good, noona. If only they knew how good you are, how perfectly slutty you are for me.” He snickered, releasing his hand, glaring down into your eyes.

“But they’re never going to know, because you’ll never service another cock ever again.”

You whimpered, nails digging into his thighs.

He ticked his chin at you. “Go on, noona. Show me how much you love my cock.”

You began to move, pressing your tongue against the bottom as you slid up and down his length, moaning at his taste. So good. You generated more saliva and ran it all over the head, sucking hard. He inhaled sharply as you teased the sensitive underside, tongue against the opening.

“That’s it,” Jungkook breathed. “Give it to me like you mean it.”

You gripped his thighs and began to bob your head back and forth, ramming the head into the back of your throat and squeezing it before arching your neck so it ran across the roof of your mouth and then back down so it hit your throat again. Was this going to make you hoarse? Probably, but you didn’t a single shit, because Jungkook moaning for you and telling you how good you were was much more important. The pace was slow at first, but you went faster and faster, tighter, your breasts bouncing with every movement, eyes closed to savor his taste and steel your concentration of not gagging because Jungkook was so big, so thick, so perfectly rough, and your tongue could feel him throbbing inside your mouth.

“Fuck,” he growled above you, nearly feral with desire. “Fuck, I’m going to cum down that perfect throat of yours, noona.”

His thighs tensed under your hands and you knew he was close. You increased the intensity, neck straining, already aching with how fast you were going.

“Drink it all and don’t fucking waste it.”

Jungkook grabbed you by your hair and thrusted his hips into your face, moaning lustfully as he shot into your mouth, hot creamy strings into your throat. You swallowed fast to avoid choking, gulping loudly as he gave you more, more, fuck it was so delicious that you gasped, swirling your tongue around his jerking cock and lapping it all up. Whimpering, you wrapped your lips around the head and milked it dry, rubbing your lips against the skin where the head and length connected.

“You’re so fucking good,” Jungkook sighed, running his fingers through your hair, pulling it away from your face. “So messy and dirty. I love it, noona.” He pressed your mouth down his entire length and held you there.

Your name drifted out of his lips, a sweet exhale.

He kept you there. You felt some of your spit drip down your chin and hit your breasts. You flinched at the coldness, still holding onto his hips. Jungkook finally looked down at you, chest heaving, panting. He looked like he wanted to say something. You shot him a questioning look, unable to respond, mouth still full of his cock.

He released your head, untangling his fingers from your hair. You drew your mouth back, rubbing your jaw and throat a little. Jungkook had a strange expression, lips parted, brows furrowed, the muscles in his neck tensed. He seemed a bit spaced out. You tilted your head.

Something felt off.

You stood up with as much grace as you could, knees aching, heels snapping to the tile floor. He still wasn’t looking at you. You backed up, to the desks, finding a study one.

“Jungkook.”

You smacked the wood loudly with your flat palm.

He whipped his head towards you, dark eyes flashing. Perfect. You smirked, placing your hands on your pencil skirt. Sank your fingers in, gripping the fabric. Jungkook’s voracious eyes watched your movement, each hike revealing more and more of your legs. A slow smirk formed on his lips. You yanked your skirt all the way up to your waist, revealing your white lace panties and sheer pantyhose, black fabric bunched around your waist.

Jungkook reached down and pulled his pants up, raising his eyebrows as he walked over, lower lip in between his teeth as he grinned at you.

“That’s a dangerous position to be in, noona,” he purred. “You know I love fucking you on a desk.”

You bounced your ass up onto the table, closing your legs, knees together. Placed your hands on your lap, pushing your tits together. Jungkook licked his lips, the predatory glint back in his eye. You kept your tone stern, with a hint if disapproval.

“Really? Because for a second there, I was beginning to think you lost your nerve.”

The menace in his eyes made your shiver with anticipation. You could tell Jungkook liked it too, your word selection, your tone, your defiance. He shrugged out of his leather jacket, and it fell to the floor with an oppressive thump. You sucked in a tight breath. The shirt was short sleeved, exposing his tattooed right forearm and his equally beautiful tanned left one. Some of his long black hair was falling down, brushing against his right cheekbone.

His eyes were so dark that you felt like they were devouring you.

Jungkook placed his large hands on your knees and vehemently shoved them apart, spreading your legs wide. He gave you a cold, expressionless stare as he placed a hand on your stomach, putting you onto your elbows, hips tipped up towards him. You were embarrassingly wet, juices soaked into your inner thighs, lace panties already molded to your soaked folds, the sheer pantyhose doing nothing to protect you from him and his hungry eyes. His voice was icy, making your pussy throb with need.

“Noona, if you close your legs, I’m going to punish you,” Jungkook warned.

Part of you wanted to know what the punishment was, but the other part of you really wanted to orgasm, so kept your snide remark to yourself and simply nodded.

Jungkook removed his hands from your knees and placed them on your shuddering breasts. Fuck. You hadn’t realized you were so horny until Jungkook touched you. A pained whimper strained in your throat.

The side of his lips curved upwards.

“Does my dirty, slutty noona want to be fucked?” His nails sank down, digging into your skin. “Do you want to be used by me, your tight little pussy stretched out and pleading for more?” Jungkook leaned forward, breathing into your face, growling whisper against your lips. He pinched your nipples and you moaned, wanting to kiss him, but knowing he wasn’t going to let you. He chuckled darkly, seeing your desperation.

“Do you want to be a slave for Jungkookie’s cock, noona?”

Fuuuuuuuck.

Your heart was beating so fast that your breathing was coming out in little gasps as he twisted your nipples harshly, rubbing the tips with his thumb. Your legs shook, threatening to close because the lack of friction was killing you.

“Y-yes, Jungkook, fuck yes.”

He yanked on your nipples and slapped them, making you hiss with pain, flinching as the sting shot up your chest. Jungkook reached into his back pocket and produced the silk neck scarf.

“Keep quiet for me noona or everyone will know how much of a slut you are for me.”

And then he shoved your own scarf into your parted lips, gagging you. Not a second too soon, because, without warning, Jungkook immediately spanked your barely clothed clit. You yelped around the silk, thighs quivering. He gripped one of your thighs, digging his nails into it, tearing the sheer pantyhose a little.

“Don’t move and take it,” he snarled.

Your back arched as Jungkook began to slap your pussy, hard, unforgiving, loud, and making you wetter and wetter, so much so his hand was slipping a little with each smack. You screamed around the scarf, hips trembling as they rose to meet each hit, flaring pain in between your thighs but so, so good. He clenched his jaw, dark eyes on your quickly reddening pussy lips that were sucking your panties deeper and deeper into your slit.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Fuck, you’re so hot and so fucking perfect for me.”

He removed his hand from your thigh and ripped the center seam of your pantyhose apart.

You started, eyes widening as you watched him tear through it, yelling at him through the scarf. You still needed to wear those! The small tears were one thing, but a full-on giant rip at the crotch was not going to be comfortable to wear for the rest of the day.

Jungkook smirked, raising a hand to his ear. “What’s that? Can’t hear you.”

You glared at him and was about to remove the scarf from your mouth to scold him, but his smirk turned into a roguish grin.

“Hm? Slap you harder and abuse your clit?”

You paled.

“My pleasure.”

You threw you head back as Jungkook mercilessly spanked your now only lace-covered clit, impossibly fast, towering over you and hooking his arm under your back, dragging you to him, arching your spine more, more, so your tits were straight up, bouncing right in his face as he changed from smacking your clit to rubbing it just as fast, rougher, so intense you were hoarsely wailing into the gag.

All of a sudden, your orgasm violently rammed into you, pleasure racking your entire body, amplified by stinging pain. Your pussy clenched around nothing, wetly squelching as Jungkook breathed hotly down on your nipples, still rubbing you through your orgasm, not letting up. You shook your head furiously, trying to tell him it was too much, that you were too sensitive, but you didn’t lift your hands to stop him, only spreading your fingers against the table, palms flat as your hips raised to his fingers.

You felt his hair brush against your nipples as he licked your cleavage, smirking up at your face.

“One more and then I’ll fuck you the way I want to, noona.”

Your legs were losing feeling from how hard you were locking them in place as you felt Jungkook pry your lace panties out of your pussy, shoving them to one side. Oh shit. You moaned as you felt him shove two fingers into you, eyes squeezing shut as he added a third, scissoring them as he smiled cruelly at you, eagerly watching your reaction.

“Such a greedy pussy, sucking in my fingers like this,” Jungkook drawled, your walls clenching around them, feeling every callus and every joint, all the way to his knuckles. “All mine, my beautiful, slutty noona.”

You would have asked Jungkook what the time was if your brain could still function, but your brain timed itself out, because Jungkook was thrusting his fingers into you now, filling you up, and feeding your need and desperation, assaulting your pussy with pleasure. The pain of your stinging, puffy lips rubbing against his hand added to the ecstasy, heightening it, your moaning now unintelligible behind the silk scarf that was saturated with your saliva. The sound was obscene, sloppy smacking sounds of your drenched hole getting pounded into the desk.

You threw your head back and choked out his name around the makeshift gag, throbbing pussy clamping down on his fingers. Thick, viscous liquid gushed out onto his palm, the back of his hand, dripping down to his wrist. It was so intense that your entire body jerked up into Jungkook’s face, hitting him with your tits.

If Jungkook was mad about it, he didn’t show it. He wrenched his slick fingers out and you whined, watching him with glazed eyes as licked them off, ferally growling at your taste. He released your back from his arm and you slid down, laying against the desk, panting.

“You taste extra delicious today, noona,” he chuckled. “Candy always tastes better in cute packaging.”

You barely had time to register that Jungkook had just compared you to a fucking convenience store snack before he yanked down his pants again, whipping out a foil packet and ripping it open. Less than a second and the condom was on, and then Jungkook shoved his cock into you, a startled gasp dying in your very over-used throat.

Jungkook moaned your name above you, softly and lustfully, pulling your hips closer to him so he was all the way inside you. You clenched around his length and he sighed, small smirk on his pink lips, eyelids fluttering.

“You’re going to kill me one day with how perfectly tight you are for me,” he mumbled.

Your eyes found his and he grinned, looking down at you through his lashes, his hair obscuring half his face.

Fuck, you could stare at him all day.

Jungkook placed your legs around his waist, finally letting them rest from the forced spreading. He roughly jerked his hips into yours and you whimpered, nails clawing into the desk. His fingers dug into your hips and he set his jaw, beginning a hard, fast pace, slapping your hips together, fucking you into the desk. It scraped noisily into the floor, but neither of you cared, you abused pussy lips rubbing against his crotch every time his hips met yours, carried to new heights of pain and pleasure, loving every second, every moment of Jungkook using you to chase his own orgasm, his cock swelling and dragging against your tight walls. So much. So full.

You could never be satisfied with another cock.

“Fuck.”

Jungkook hissed, grip on your hips tightening, bruising you with his fingertips.

“Fuck, noona, I love you.”

Your heart stopped.

And then your orgasm crashed down, overtaking you completely, your head smacking the desk and seeing stars, clenching around Jungkook’s cock and pulsating violently around his length, soaking his thighs with your juices, scent so strong you were sure whatever class that was going to use this lecture hall next was going to smell your cum splattering to the floor.

Jungkook gritted his teeth and rammed his hips into you, dragging you down to meet every thrust, intensifying your orgasm, ripping your pantyhose even more. Once, twice, three times, and he groaned, shuddering as he spilled into the condom, cock shivering inside you as he came. You could feel how much it was, pressing against your walls.

His long hair was all over his face, black strands clinging to his tan skin, sweat dripping off his chin, pink lips quivering, dark eyes roaming over your fucked-out form. Panting hard, matching your heavy, grating breaths behind your now saliva-drenched neck scarf. After a long moment, Jungkook reached down and held onto the condom, slowly pulling out of you.

Holy fuck.

Holy fuck.

You reached up with a shaking hand, pulling the silk out of your mouth. It came out in a long strip of fabric, smacking against your cheek as your removed it from your lips.

Holy.

Fuck.

You sat up, your body screaming at you, seeing Jungkook breathing hard, tying up the condom.

“Did you just tell me you love me?”

Jungkook’s ears turned bright red. He chewed on his lip, biting it hard before facing you. Dark brown eyes suddenly vulnerable, scared. It was the most uncharacteristic expression you had ever witnessed on Jeon Jungkook’s chiseled, handsome face.

“Uh… yeah.”

There was a moment where you realized both you two were mostly naked in a random classroom, clothes thrown everywhere, having made a mess once again.

“Sorry,” Jungkook added quickly. “It slipped out.”

You blinked at him. “Why are you apologizing?”

He rubbed his nose, looking away.

“Well… aren’t you just fucking me because you like to be dominated?”

You frowned. “No, I’m fucking you because I’m in love with you.”

You saw Jungkook freeze. He turned his head robotically, eyes wide and doe-like. “R-really?”

You looked down to notice that your heels were on the tile floor. When had you lost those? You grumbled, trying to straighten out your panties and the remains of your pantyhose. It was doomed. You shrugged, dangling your legs over the edge of the desk as you looked back at Jungkook and his surprised expression. You raised an eyebrow.

“Are you really that much of an idiot?” you muttered, your own cheeks burning, letting out a puff of annoyed air. “Yes, I love you. Why else would I tolerate you staring at me like I’m some kind of zoo animal? Why else would I risk getting in trouble by running around like this? Why else would I let you fuck me at school, in the middle of the damn day, again?”

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck. “Erm… because I’m hot?”

You rubbed your forehead and sighed exasperatedly, standing up, instantly wincing. Jungkook took a step forward to catch you, but he almost tripped on his pants down his ankles. You caught yourself against the desk and raised a hand, shaking your head.

“Pack your damn dick,” you muttered. You yanked your tights down your legs, removing them and balling them up. They were useless now anyway. You found your bra and put it back on as you eyed your chiffon blouse. Good thing it wasn’t ripped. It only took you a moment to slip it back on, rebuttoning it and tucking it into your skirt. You pulled your pencil skirt back down, straightening it, thighs immediately sticking together from your own fluids.

Yup, still no more comfortable than yanking your pants back on after a session with Jungkook.

You noticed him putting his leather jacket back on and picking up the condom wrapper. He took the silk scarf from the table and shoved it in his back pocket. You went back to him to gather your shoes, but he knelt down, holding out your black heels as if you were Cinderella.

“I can just–”

“Step.”

His tone was sharp and you immediately obeyed, raising your foot and stepping into your shoe. First one, then the other. Jungkook stood back up, exhaling a little. You looked up at him. His chocolate eyes flitted about tensely. He opened his mouth to speak.

“Do you… uh…”

You cut him off. “Jungkook, if you cheat on me, I will personally castrate you with a spoon.”

He cringed. “Ouch.”

You took the used condom and the wrapper bits from him, shoving them into your balled-up pantyhose. You marched towards the door confidently, pain shooting throughout your body with every step. Jungkook called after you.

“Your hairpins.”

You turned your head back a little.

“You can drop them off at my apartment later.”

And then you unlocked the door and stepped out of the classroom.

Park Jimin waved at you, grinning. Plump lips curved into a mischievous smile, wearing a denim jacket and jeans. You almost jumped seeing him standing there. What the fuck is with this guy’s timing? He eyed your hand holding your ruined pantyhose and you put it behind your back, glaring at him.

“I told Namjoon you had a lady emergency.” Jimin wiggled his eyebrows at you before holding up your phone and black purse, the belongings you had left in the back room. “You took longer than you should have.”

You felt your ears burn. “Shit. I need to get back.”

“To Jungkook, yeah,” Jimin chimed teasingly, making you glower at him.

Of course. Jungkook had turned Jimin into his scout for your escapades. Fantastic. You suddenly felt a strong presence behind you. The door had opened and Jungkook’s arm snaked around your waist, yanking you possessively to his side. He placed his chin on top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair.

“You wanna go on a date, noona?” Jungkook purred, his free hand playing with the ends of your disheveled hair.

You pursed your lips. “I have to get back and help Namjoon.”

Jimin waved a hand. “He’ll be fine for one day. Plus, you’re being kidnapped.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Jungkook slapped his hand over your lips, marching you in the opposite direction of Career Week, Jimin skipping behind you two, cheerfully humming.

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part iv

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masterpost

[onionsoop]

Blackmail /// Tendou Satori x f!Reader /// (+18)

Summary: During a game for Shiratorizawa, you plan to slip a love letter to Ushijima until Tendou catches you in the act. After stealing you letter, he blackmails you into cheering for the game without bra or panties and later fucks you the bathroom as one last request to get your letter back.

Length: 5k

Tags & Warnings: dub-con, exhibitionism, fingering, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, semi-possessive Tendou, praise (kind of) Tendou calls you a slut once

Authors Note: Hey, so this fic kinda doesn’t make sense emotion wise for Y/N with the soft ending, but its whatever. I had this idea for a fic and my brain refused to let me write anything else until I got it out, so enjoy. I just finished Season 3 of Haikyu and oml I simp Tendou so much I just had to write a fic for him. Regardless, sorry for any spelling or grammer mistakes and I hope you enjoy :)

Two days stood between you and the big game on Saturday. You had joined the cheer team for Shiratorizawa at the start of this year and it was truthfully one of the best decisions you had ever made. You had met so many wonderful and kind people during your time there, and most importantly, you had fallen in love. During all the times you had been in the stands cheering for the team, you had gotten accustomed to having your eyes fall to Ushijima, watching the way he moved and played— how his muscles moved under his uniform. Despite only truly speaking to him once or twice, his silent and brooding nature had utterly charmed you, leading you to the situation you were in now, waiting to give him a love letter.

You knew it was a bit of a cheesy thing to do, but you couldn’t imagine actually telling him in person. Your current plan was to slip it into his bag sometime before or after a game, but the idea of going through with it created a sinking feeling of anxiety in your stomach. So, you decided to pick a day, a day where a game was going to happen so he might be in a good mood. But, as each day passed and you got closer to Saturday you felt your choice to do it weighing on you more and more. How was he going to react? Maybe he didn’t even remember you… No, you had to stay hopeful, after all, you had already gotten this far.

The big day had finally come, and you were a nervous wreck. The entire time you were getting into your cheer uniform you couldn’t stop glancing at the corner of the envelope sticking out of your backpack. Thoughts of being rejected previous times by guys in elementary and middle school filled your head, and the more you thought about giving the note to Ushijima the less you wanted to do it.

You finished changing and looked at the clock— only ten minutes until it was time to head to the stadium. You picked up the envelope from the place in its bag and clutched it tightly in your hands. You felt like you were on a spy mission as you made your way through the hallways trying your best to seem unsuspicious. It seemed like everyone was watching you as you made your way to the boys’ locker room and your heart thundering in your chest was the only sound you could hear as you made your way there.

As you got closer to the entrance, the number of people was beginning to dwindle, sending a wave of relief over you. You didn’t want anyone seeing you entering in case word got around that someone had given Ushijima a confession. As the last few people in the hallway were leaving, you made yourself seem very invested in a poster on the wall, keeping an eye out for anyone approaching. Finally, the last person turned the corner and you darted over to the doorway, peeking inside. It looked completely empty, your eyes scanning the bags and towels strewn around the room.

Tip-toeing inside, you nervously looked for the bag with his name on it, finding it in the corner, zipped up and tidy. With shaky hands, you pulled out the envelope, trying to build up the courage to slip it inside. You felt a shiver go up through your whole body and suddenly you whipped around, coming face to face with Tendou Satori who was looming over your shoulder with a surprised sneer on his face. You jumped backward, scrambling to hide the letter behind you, and act natural.

“Whatcha got there?” he said, leaning over you and snatching the letter out of your hands. Panic was the only emotion you felt as he took it from your hands. You didn’t know where he had come from, you thought you had entered discreetly, but apparently you had missed him during your frantic search.

“N-nothing, give it back,” you said, trying to snatch the letter back but Tendou held it just out of your reach with his long arms.

“Is this a love letter?!” he said, peering up at the pink script you had written on the envelope and the heart sticker you had sealed it with. You could feel your face going bright red as regret about your decoration choices filled you.

“Oh-ho-ho, now this is good. This’ll definitely get a kick out of the team, especially Ushijima,” he said, giving you a sly smile, knowing exactly how he was making you feel. You felt tears pick at the corners of your eyes and your lower lip beginning to tremble. You knew Tendou was just saying it to get a rise out of you but the words still hurt. It wasn’t like him to tease other people so much, but the way he saw you guilty standing there, trying to hide your letter made him-- you were just too cute to not mess with.

“Give it back… please…” you said weakly, casting your eyes downward trying to regain your composure.

“Mm? And why should I do that?” Tendou said, finally taking his eyes off the envelope and shifting them to you. You hated the way that a smug expression still adorned his face, you knew that Tendou had a reputation for being a cocky and overzealous guy, which was why you had tried to avoid him any time you could, but now you regretted not gaining some good footing with him before now.

“Please… I’ll do anything,” you mumbled, desperation laced through your voice.

“Anything?” he said, punctuating the syllables as he said the word, “Now that's quite the offer.” He leaned back on his heels, letting out a “hmm,” pretending to think as he slowly waved the letter in the air between two fingers. His eyes shifted down to you again and the way you glared up at him through your eyelashes, clenching your fists at your sides. A smile grew on his face as he watched you, savoring how small and pathetic you looked trying to argue with him.

“I’ve got it. You’re on the cheer team, right? For this game I want you to go out there with no bra or panties.”

The shock was visible on your face as he said those last words. A playful grin was set on his face, but you could see that he was being serious in his eyes.

“You’re kidding… r-right?” you said, feeling your face start to go red again.

“Nope. But it's just one teensy request, I doubt anyone will notice,” he said nonchalantly, “Plus, you said you would do anything.” He still held the letter out of your reach, taunting you with it by waving back and forth, making a twinge of anger go through you.

You weighed your options, you knew you would be mortified if he shared that letter with the rest of the team, and it would probably get out to the cheer team as well making your life hellish, or you could do this. You looked down at your uniform, your skirt coming down to mid-thigh and your shirt only being the slightest bit cropped, no one would notice… right? You took a deep breath and answered, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Fine, now give it back,” you said, lunging for the letter.

“Ah-ah-ah,” he teased, “you’ll get this back later, now hand ‘em over.” He held out a palm and stared at you, shoving your letter in his pocket.

“At least turn around pervert,” you hissed, causing Tendou to let out a chuckle. He luckily obliged and you stepped into a corner while he turned away. You quickly slid your panties down and unclasped your bra, making sure to keep your eyes on him the whole time. Once you had them off, you felt so open and exposed, making you instinctively cross your arms over your chest.

“Here,” you said, holding out your undergarments for Tendou. He snatched them from your hand and went over to shove them in his bag, keeping an eye on you as you stood in the corner of the room. The annoying smile that never seemed to leave his face was still there as he looked you up and down, taking in your exposed form, but you could see an intensity in his eyes that wasn’t there before, making you shiver.

“Alright then, see you after the game,” he said, as he lazily waved goodbye, picking up his bag and bringing it with him. As the door shut behind him it took you a minute to calm down and fully realize what happened.

Panic rose in your throat as you thought about walking out there and cheering for more than an hour. You wanted to sit down and hide in this room until the game was over, but you knew you would have to leave. Walking out there would be embarrassing, but it would only be worse if the team came back after and found you in this sorry state.

You began to walk forwards, legs shaky and unstable-- you felt tears begin to fill your eyes again but you took a deep breath and swallowed, forcing yourself to continue.

Once you got into the empty hallway, you felt more exposed than before. The wide-open space and the bright fluorescent lights above made you feel like you were on display for anyone who happened to walk by. There were only two minutes that remained before the game started, forcing you to pick up your pace as you walked down the hall. You were hyper-aware of the way that your skirt and shirt moved as you walked, making sure that you were keeping covered as you passed by the last few people waiting to head into the gym.

You finally made your way into the stand above the auditorium and joined the rest of your team. As you walked in you were truly grateful for your place in the second row of the group, making it so that you didn’t have to worry about people looking up your skirt. You were finally starting to get used to the feeling of your nipples brushing up against the fabric of your shirt, but the uncomfortable drafty feeling between your legs took a little more concentration to ignore.

Being in such a large crowd of people did nothing to calm your nerves as you waited for the players to enter, constantly checking that the back of your skirt hadn’t flipped up. The whistles blew down below, making you jump in your anxious state. The players filed in, all taking their time getting organized and lined up— you held your breath as you looked at the front, where your head cheerleader was standing, getting ready to start your routine, and you took one more look at the stadium preparing for the long game you were about to endure.

By the time the last point was scored and the whistle blew you wanted to cry tears of relief. The entire game had been a nightmare, each set coming to a deuce and dragging on far longer than it should have. Shiratorizawa had lost in the end, but at this point you didn’t even care, you just wanted to leave.

Throughout the game, you had felt only a constant rush of anxiety. Every jump and cheer and shake had sent waves of worry through you as you thought about all the people standing around you. After the first fifteen minutes of the game, you had gotten used to the weird sensations of not having any undergarments on, but the thought of someone finding out had kept you on edge the entire time.

Being able to sit down and relax felt like a godsend. The rest of the crowd was depressed and complaining about how we had lost, but you hadn’t watched much of the game and didn’t really feel like participating in the pity party.

Once the crowd was starting to dissipate, you rushed down the stairs and back to the boys’ locker room, keeping your skirt down the entire time with your hands. You stood a good ways away from the entrance, so as to not draw attention to yourself, and fervorously scanned the crowd for Tendou. The rest of the team was starting to arrive, including Ushijima, who put your heart in your throat as he walked by, but Tendou was nowhere to be seen.

Finally, when you were beginning to consider running off and looking for him, Tendou stalked by, a tired and annoyed look spread across his features. Once he caught sight of you, standing patiently against the wall, he grabbed your arm and started pulling you down the hall.

“W-wait, where are we going?” you asked, trying your best to keep up with his large stride.

“What, you don’t think I’m gonna give you back your belongings here, do you?” he said in a playful tone, but he couldn’t quite hide the tone of displeasure under it. You kept quiet the rest of the time while he dragged you off into an emptier part of the building and into the bathrooms. You weakly tried to pull away from his grasp, but his grip was tight on your arm as he pulled you around.

A wave of surprise hit you though, when he shoved you into a bathroom stall, locking the door behind both of you. He stood in front of you, hand against the stall door near your head, towering over your small figure.

“You want your letter back right?” he said, staring you down. You quickly nodded your head, beginning to feel uncomfortable, trying to gauge what he was planning.

“You’d be willing to do anything for it right?” he asked, leaning in closer to you to where you could feel his breath against your ear. It took you a second, but you nodded again, this time a little more hesitantly than before.

“How ‘bout you do me one more favor then, hmm?”

“Y-you said you would give it back now though,” you said, shuffling backwards, trying to get away from him in the confined space of the bathroom. His large figure made it hard for you to find any place away from him and you felt your back hit the door as you leaned away. Everything felt very claustrophobic and you felt heat rush to your face from how close he was to you.

He took a piece of your hair between two fingers and began to play with it idly.

“I know, I know, but I think it’s only fair that you do a little more for me, after all, we just lost the game, and I’m in a bit of a bad mood,” he said, a playful smile spreading across his lips again, “plus, seeing you like that the whole time was a little distracting, so if anything you’re a little bit at fault too.” You felt your face begin to burn as the implications of his words hit you and the stall suddenly felt far too small. He shifted his head to look into your eyes, hand coming around to grip your chin and keep you in place.

“Come on baby, just one little favor and you’ll get your letter back.” His other hand came down to your exposed waist and started making its way under your shirt, his fingers drawing playful circles on your skin.

You didn’t know what to say, the urge between getting away and retrieving your letter were warring with each other inside your mind, keeping you frozen where you stood. Having people find out about it would be humiliating, but the thought of having Tendou use you like this was almost worse. You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out, your body refused to act. His stare still bored into your eyes, waiting for an answer, but you couldn’t respond.

“I’ll take your lack of protest as a yes then,” he said, brushing a thumb across your cheek before hiking your shirt up. You felt his lips slam into yours, pinning you against the door in a deep kiss and in that moment everything else seemed to fade away-- all you could focus on was the feeling of his lips invading yours. They were warm and inviting and almost made you feel as if you wanted more, but the rational part of your brain was still screaming for you to run away.

Tendou’s hand moved from its place on your face and slid down to your ass, pulling you into him. Your hands went up between the two of you and rested on Tendou’s chest, feeling the sculpted muscles underneath his shirt. It had been so long since you had been touched like this and your body craved more but remembering who Tendou was and what he was making you do caused you to hesitate. You weren’t sure if you wanted to push him away or not, but you at least kept your hands there to keep some distance between you as your brain scrambled to try and make a decision.

You felt Tendou swipe his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for entrance to the rest of your mouth, and you reluctantly opened your lips to let him inside. He was rough and demanding with his movements, making heat creep down to your core.

The hand that was under your shirt crept up and roughly squeezed your breast and you felt a small noise slip out of your throat as it happened. You knew you were touched starved, but this was absurd, you shouldn’t be enjoying this. Tendou had blackmailed you into those slutty actions during the game, and now he was blackmailing you yet again into this— but you were enjoying it, you were even beginning to reciprocate with your lips and tongue.

Your head was too adrenaline-filled for you to think properly, and no matter how much you tried to concentrate on being rational, the feeling of Tendou pressed up against you with his tongue in your mouth brought you away every time. You could feel his movements getting rougher as he groped you, and he pulled away from your lips, a grin returning to his face as he looked down at you.

“Bend over for me baby, will you?” he said, not giving you a chance to respond before grabbing your hips to help turn you around. You placed your shaky hands against the door and sucked in a breath as you felt his hands slide up your thighs and under your skirt. Your hands felt hot against the cool plastic of the door but all you could feel was Tendou’s fingers creeping closer and closer to the wet heat between your legs, pulling on your skin and spreading your folds.

“Look at you, already soaked and I’ve barely even touched you,” he said, making your face go red. You tried to stutter out a protest, but you knew you were completely guilty. A small part of yourself felt ashamed at the way you were getting wet over Tendou’s touches— you shouldn’t be feeling this way, it was wrong, but your thoughts were quickly interrupted at the feeling of Tendou’s fingers brushing up against your entrance before pulling away, causing you to let out a small gasp. A wave of heat rushed through your body, making your head fuzzy— leaving only the desire for more pleasure in your mind.

Tendou could feel the tent in his pants growing larger as he viewed your supple thighs and ass in front of him. He had thought about this scene so often, thinking about how good you would look bent over for him, ready to take his cock, but he had to stay patient. Both of his hands grabbed your ass to keep you stable before he bent down and gave a slow lick to the inside of your thigh, making you shudder.

You could feel your hands beginning to get slick against the door as you prepared for the sensation of Tendou’s mouth against you. Once you felt his tongue swipe up against your cunt you felt your back arch and couldn’t contain the small whimper that you let out. All rational thinking was out the window and all you wanted was the feeling of him all over you.

The feeling of him lapping at your folds was tortuous, and every time you felt his tongue brush up against your clit it made your legs tremble beneath you. Despite the fact that Tendou could feel your legs beginning to get shaky, he only wanted to see you submit to him more. He tentatively slipped one finger inside of you, causing you to let out a high-pitched whine.

All you could focus on was the stretch of your insides from Tendou’s finger. He had sheathed it inside you suddenly, not letting you adjust to the feeling, and was now starting to rub against that spongy spot inside of you. You could feel your eyes beginning to go glossy from pleasure and you felt like your knees were about to give out. Tendou wasn’t giving you any time to adjust to the sensations and you could almost feel the hungry smirk on his face while he was playing with you.

When his other hand moved down to your clit it almost made you fall to your knees, but he made sure to hold you up, keeping you in your humiliating position for him to view. Almost every time he pushed his fingers into you you had to bite your lip to keep moans from coming out— any more and you didn't think you would be able to hold back.

Tendou let out a small chuckle as he watched you struggle to maintain your balance and keep quiet. He knew that you were in a secluded enough area where you could be loud, but seeing the pathetic attempt you gave only made you look more adorable. Seeing you in such a pitiful state was making it hard for him to keep his patience, but he knew he needed to stretch your tight little cunt out more before he would be able to fuck you how he wanted to.

Tendou slipped a second finger inside of you, making you clamp a hand over your mouth, and began scissoring inside of you, making sure you would be ready to take his cock.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well, you know that right?”

You felt a wave of heat go through you at the praise along with the feeling of your pussy tightening up around his fingers— earning an approving “mm” from Tendou.

“Do you think you’re ready to take me, sweetheart?” he said, beginning to go rougher on your clit, causing you to let out a gasp. You desperately nodded your head and let out a small “mhm,” wanting to have him fill you up completely.

“Come on baby, use your words for me,” he said, stilling his motions until he got an answer from you.

“Y-Yes Tendou, p-please,”

“There you go, see you can do it,” he said, pulling his fingers out of you and standing up. It took all your strength, but you turned your head to look up at him and got to watch as he stuck his fingers in his mouth, greedily sucking off the residue from your cunt. The sight made you clench around nothing and made your head go fuzzy at the thought of him enjoying the taste of you. You eagerly watched as he quickly pulled down his shorts and boxers, revealing his hard cock which already had a bead of precum at the tip.

“W-Wait T-Tendou we don’t have protection!” you said, collecting just enough consciousness to remember basic sex education.

“Shh don’t worry, I’ll pull out,” he said, placing a hand on your ass, rubbing soothing strokes with his thumb. You knew that you shouldn’t continue and that it wasn’t safe, but your pleasure-filled brain didn’t care. All you wanted was to feel him filling you up and stretching your tight little cunt out— you could worry about the consequences later.

The feeling of the tip of his cock pressing up against your entrance was enough to make you whine out his name, begging for more. Waiting was causing you too much agony and you began to buck your hips against him, trying to push him inside you.

“Eager aren’t we,” he said, his voice more strained than before. He slowly began to push his dick into you, causing your eyes to roll back and a needy moan to fall from your lips. You could hear his breathing getting ragged behind you as he got further into your tight cunt, filling you up more than you had ever been before. He was only halfway inside of you by the time he hit your cervix . The pain of having him so deep inside of you was masked by the utter ecstasy you felt from thinking about how much he was stretching you out.

Tendou was leaning over you, one hand gripping your hip while the other was wrapped around your waist pulling you up against him. You could hear his ragged breathing next to your head and the way his breath hitched as he pulled out of you before ramming back in.

He didn’t give you nearly enough time to adjust to his size, and the pace he was fucking you at was ruthless, causing a dull pain to form in your cunt as he began to bruise it. Eventually, though, you adjusted to the feeling of your walls being stretched so far and began to only feel the pleasure as his cock dragged along your slick insides.

You were unable to keep your mouth shut and had resorted to letting it hang open, allowing all your moans and whimpers to fall out. Your hands were beginning to slip against the door as Tendou continued to rail you and you scrambled to keep supporting yourself.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight… so, so tight, just for me…” Tendou mumbled, his eyes shut tight trying to concentrate on not cumming inside of you. The way you felt around him was better than he ever could have imagined. He had to make sure you came before him, he wanted to cum with you so badly— he needed to feel your walls flutter around his cock as you moaned his name.

“How does it feel, sweetheart? Does it feel good? Tell me it feels good. I wanna hear you say it,” he rambled, his movements becoming more sloppy as he continued to fuck into you. His hand moved down to your clit and began to roughly play with it, causing you to tighten up around him.

“I-It feels so good Tendou mm- I-I love it so much,” you whined, only halfway aware of what you were saying.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you like this for so long. I’ve been interested in you for so long too— but you only want him, you only want Ushijima don’t you, you fucking slut.” His words mixed with his harsh tone confused you as you tried to decipher the meaning of them. It was so hard to think with him pistoning into you like this, making you go loopy.

“Tell me that you love me, not him, I wanna hear you say it so badly,” he said, his fingers digging into your hip, sure to leave bruises.

You weren’t sure why you said it, but it slipped out of your mouth before you could truly think about it, “I-I love you Tendou, I-I love you more than anyone else.” Those words were enough to bring him right to the brink of orgasm, making him have to fully concentrate on fucking you as hard as he could to get you to cum first. The combination of his fingers rubbing your clit in tantalizing circles and the feeling of him ramming into your womb was what caused you to finish. You felt the tension in your stomach snap and you let out a loud moan as your walls spasmed around him. You heard Tendou mutter a string of curses, trying his best to remain calm and in control.

“Fuck, baby you’re so tight, I don’t know if I can pull out,” he said, his grip on you digging into your skin. In your fucked out head the thought of having him cum inside you was almost too much— despite your safety you wanted to feel it.

“P-Please, please cum inside me, please I want it so badly,” you moaned out, not even processing what you were saying. Even though he knew he should pull out, hearing your cute little voice beg for him to fill you up was too much for Tendou, making him ram into you a few more times before cumming with you. You could feel his hot cum spilling into your pussy and dripping out the sides, making your legs weak.

As you were both coming down all that could be heard was the heavy breathing from both of you echoing in the bathroom. Tendou pulled out, letting the mixture inside of you begin to drip out. He held you tightly, making sure that you didn’t fall over or hit your head on the door in front of you.

You felt so worn out once you came down from your orgasm. The only thing you wanted to do was to lay down next to him but you knew you couldn’t in such a confined space.

You slowly moved your arms, trying your best to maintain your balance as you turned around to wrap your arms around his neck. You both sat down, and Tendou cupped a hand behind your head, running his fingers through your hair. The thoughts about Ushijima and blackmail had completely left your mind and the feeling of him beneath you, strong and warm, was the only thing you wanted to focus on.

After a few minutes Tendou broke the silence, tilting your head up to look at him, “So, do you still want your letter back?”

You scowled at him, receiving a small laugh before you nestled back into his chest, ready to fall asleep.

[frankiekatt]

1-800-Miss-Ur-Guts

Characters: Dabi / Touya Todoroki

Notes: Loosely based off the song ‘1-800-miss-ur-guts’ by the Tramp Stamps! This is the first fic I’ve ever shared and I’m so excited to share it with you guys! Dabi is one of the loves of my life so I hope you all enjoy <3

Warnings: Mentions of drug use and emotional manipulation. Umm I think that’s it but if I missed anything please let me know!

Words: 10k

Synopsis: She was not you, and here he was, in her apartment, in her bed, kissing her, pleasing her, fucking her. He felt like he was betraying you the first few times he did it. He had to keep reminding himself that you were gone, you weren’t his girlfriend anymore. He could have sex with whoever he wanted. After the first couple girls, the guilt and disgust melted away and morphed into delirium. If he was in bed with some girl he met at a bar, he could forget your face. If he kissed her lips in a sloppy, rushed manner, he could forget the way he felt to be touched by you. If he listened to her maddening moans as he fucked into her, he could forget the way your voice sounded, just for a moment. And that was enough for him to survive each day without you.

The air was stale and warm when Dabi first opened his eyes. It was dark, the room unfamiliar and the bed was uncomfortably hot and cramped due to the naked body that was sprawled out beside him.

Never like how mornings were with you.

With a deep groan, Dabi sat up and glanced at the bedside clock. 1:36pm.

He had slept way too fucking late.

Rising slowly from the bed so as not to wake the sleeping blonde beside him, Dabi began to slip his jeans and tattered t-shirt back onto his body despite the pain in his head flashing hard and hot. Once dressed, he quickly walked to the bathroom and softly closed the door behind him. Cobalt eyes stared back at him in the mirror, tired and spent. His black hair was messy, sticking out in all directions, and the skin underneath his eyes were stained purple and black from stress and from the alcohol he consumed the night before. There was a large, dark bruise on the side of his neck from where ��� Misa? Mila? – had sucked on the night before. Dabi Todoroki looked like a fucking disaster.

Looking away from his disheveled appearance, Dabi turned on the cold tap water and splashed his face in an attempt to soothe his gnarly headache. It works in just the slightest, as the cool water felt revivifying on his inked skin. Grabbing a small hand towel from underneath the hotel’s sink, Dabi wiped his face gingerly until all the water droplets were gone.

He needed to leave soon. To get ready. To see you.

“Hey, you alright in there?” a high-pitched voice asked from the other side of the bathroom door.

Shit. Dabi really did not feel like conversing with last night’s drunken hook-up. He could barely remember what she said to catch his attention in the small, dingy bar he frequented almost each night, or how they ended up in the equally small and dingy hotel where they had sloppy, unsatisfying sex. Dabi couldn’t even remember her name, and he didn’t exactly care.

Clearing his throat, Dabi grunted out a loud, “Yeah. M’fine.” Smoothing his hair back and glancing at himself in the mirror one last time, he reached for the door knob and pulled open the door.

He was greeted by the blonde women who wore a lopsided smile. She had thrown on her black cotton panties that seemed to be a size too small and the light pink tank top he vaguely remembered her wearing last night, minus a bra. Her short, blonde hair was stuck to the sides of her neck with sweat, reminding him just how utterly different she was from you. Your hair was longer, always brushed and either elegantly falling down your back or neatly put up.

“Mornin’, handsome,” she purred.

“Morning.”

“I was thinkin’ maybe you and I could go down the street, grab a coffee together, maybe beat this hangover,” she crooned, reaching out to run her fingers down Dabi’s chest.

Stepping to the side to avoid her touch, Dabi grabbed his black hoodie jacket off the floor and slipped it on.

“Nah, can’t. I have a thing today.”

The blonde’s face fell slightly before she covered it up with a sneer. “Thing? What kind of thing?”

With his back still turned to her as he slipped on his black sneakers, Dabi rolled his eyes. He had neither the time nor patience for this. “Uh,” he started, “a concert thing.”

The blonde girl hummed in excitement. “That’s cool! Maybe I could go with you and we could-”

“No,” Dabi snapped, “it’s not that kind of concert. Listen, I really need to get home, so, uh, see you around,” and with that, Dabi walked out of the room, leaving the nameless blonde women alone.

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 It was just after 2 o’clock by the time Dabi arrived at his apartment. He hurriedly walked up the steps to the second floor, dug his keys out of his pocket, and walked into his small living room. Everything was the same as he had left it the night before; empty takeout containers littered the coffee table, a couple articles of clothing strewn across the room, and all of the thick curtains closed over the large glass windows that looked out over the city. It was dark. And lonely.

Just like it had been since you left this apartment. Left him.

You and Dabi had officially met in your last year of high school. It was by accident really, but Dabi has always thanked the God that he didn’t believe in for putting you both in the same place at the same time.

  There was a spot behind the stage in the school’s auditorium where Dabi liked to go during lunch period to smoke. ‘The Spot’ was a small corner in the postscenium behind stage, which was usually hidden behind old props and costume racks. It was cozy and secluded, and was Dabi’s favorite place to be at school. His secret spot.

That was until you found it.

 It was a Thursday when you had stumbled upon Dabi hiding behind some of the props that were going to be used in this year’s production of ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream.’ When you caught him, he had the hood of his jacket pulled over the top of his head and a joint between his lips.

The sight of him had startled you a bit, because you thought you were alone. The auditorium was usually vacant during lunch period, which you thought would be the perfect time to practice the several short ballads you would be performing on your violin with the rest of the school’s orchestra on the opening night of the play.

“Oh my god,” you shrieked and stumbled backwards. Dabi’s head snapped up to survey your face, cobalt eyes wide, pupils expanded. “You scared the shit out of me,” you breathed softly, pressing two dainty hands over your racing heart.

Dabi blinked up at you with a blank expression before lowering the joint to his side and clearing his throat. “Sorry. No one usually comes back here this time of day.”

You recognized this boy. You both had English 6th period, but have never spoken to each other. He always sat at the very back and never raised his hand. Never participated in group projects. Never did anything, really.

“Yeah, um, I just came to practice a few pieces for the play. I needed to get a music rack,” you nodded toward the black iron stand perched to Dabi’s left, right behind a small, emerald green swan fainting sofa used for the production of ‘Romeo and Juliet’ two years ago.

“Ah. You in the orchestra?”

“Um, yeah, actually! First violin.”

Dabi didn’t know what “first violin” meant, but he kind of liked the way your face lit up when you said it. He hurriedly pushed himself off the floor and grabbed the music stand which was surprisingly light. “Here,” he offered.

 You went to grab it, careful to avoid touching his hand, and let out a soft ‘thank you’ before walking out from backstage to the orchestra pit. Dabi watched your retreating form and silently hoped you wouldn’t tell anyone what he was doing in there. He was already in enough trouble for skipping class so often, and didn’t need any more drawn-out lectures from his parents or more days added to his weekend detentions. Settling back down on the floor, he set the joint back in between his lips and dug his phone and earbuds out of his pocket. He had about 12 minutes left before he would be forced to go back to class. The moment he decided on a song to listen to, however, he was interrupted by the sound of a violin.  

He wasn’t sure if he liked the sound at first. It was shrill and loud and unexpected. Then, the sound began to melt into a beautiful melody and the shrillness soon became a rich and elegant sound that danced in Dabi’s ears.

Now intrigued, Dabi screwed the end of his joint into the floor and tossed it into a nearby trash bin before he pushed himself off the floor and walked out from behind the stage, where he was was met by the sight of you, softly moving your bow up and down the strings of your violin. You were standing despite the fact that there was a chair planted behind you, and your head was moving slightly from side to side in tune to the soft melody. Dabi thought the sight of you was beautiful and alluring. He had seen you in class before and walked past you in the hallways, but he had never actually known you, never actually saw you quite this way.

Sweet. Elegant. Pretty. He couldn’t, for the life of him, remember your name though.

The song you were playing was coming to an end, as was lunch period and Dabi wished he had just a little more time to listen to you play. To watch you play. But then the bell rang, and it was time for you both to head to class.

You lowered your violin from your neck to begin putting the instrument and sheet music away, when the boy with the ripped jeans and messy black hair caught your eye from up on the stage. He met your eyes, but said nothing, and neither did you. You weren’t sure what you should say or if you should even say anything. You had never spoken to this boy before, and now he had just listened to you play music and was currently staring at you.

“I liked that,” Dabi blurted, shattering the silence.

“Um thanks. It’s for the play tomorrow night.” You shifted from one foot to the other under Dabi’s fierce gaze and hoped that the darkness of the theater was hiding the faint blush that was scattered across your cheeks. Dabi Todoroki had just complimented you. And it felt nice.

You stared at each other for a bit longer before you finally broke your gaze and picked up your violin case. “I should probably head to class. Ms. Hatsu hates tardiness,” you said shyly.

Dabi cracked a small smile, which you found quite lovely. “Sure. I’ll see you in 6th period then.”

 And he did see you in 6th period. Dabi had never paid much attention to his classmates before, but today was different. Today he wanted to see you sitting in the third seat in the second row. Four desks away from him. ‘Four desks too many,’ he thought. But as if the gods were listening to Dabi’s thoughts, Dabi’s literature teacher announced that today the class would be doing partner work. And without a second thought to consider his actions, Dabi rose from his seat and made his way over to you.

 You were never fond of partner work. You preferred to keep to yourself, work alone, and avoid conversing with most people. You were shy in nature, so every announcement of partner work in any class was slightly stressful to you. Finding a partner was usually more work than it was worth. Today, however, there was no need to go search for a partner to work with. Someone had already chosen you, and was pulling up a chair to your desk.

“So,” Dabi drawled smoothly as he plopped down in his seat. “Where do you wanna start.”

“S-start?” This boy who you had only met 20 minutes ago, only exchanged a few words with, wanted to be your partner?

“Yeah. You wanna start with The Iliad or The Odyssey?” He pulled out a few slightly crumpled pages of notes from his school bag before meeting your eyes and raising his eyebrows in a questioning manner.

“Oh, um...let’s start with The Iliad.”

The rest of the hour was spent conversing with Dabi on how each ‘hero’ of the Trojan War was really just a villain, and through this conversation, you realized several things about Dabi. Firstly, he was funny. He cracked a few jokes here and there, which made you genuinely laugh with ease. It was a nice feeling for the both of you, how easily he could make you laugh. Secondly, he was smart. He was articulate and insightful, though you sensed he was just a lazy person when it came to school work. And lastly, you were pretty sure you were now crushing hard on Dabi Todoroki. His aloof personality you and the rest of the school had always been privy to seemed to be totally foreign as he dazzled with humor and charm in front of you.

And Dabi had finally learned your name. Y/N. He thought it was pretty.

The bell rang signaling the end of class, and Dabi slid away from your desk. “One more class of the day,” he sighed as he grabbed his bag off the floor. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smiled at him. You really hoped you would.

  Dabi stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself. It was 3:47pm. He had just over an hour until your recital began.

He swiped a hand over the foggy mirror and peered at himself once more. The skin beneath his eyes were still dark, but he looked a little more alive now that he had showered. He was nervous. There was a sharp pain in his lower stomach and Dabi didn’t know if it was from the anxiety, he felt knowing he would see your face tonight, or if it was from his hangover. Maybe it was both. Or maybe it was just because he was scared. Scared to see you. Scared to talk to you. Scared that as soon as you spotted him in the crowd, you would dedicate the night to avoiding him and he wouldn't get to speak to you at all.

He really hoped he would get to talk to you. He hadn’t heard your voice in so long. It had been just over half a year since you two had gotten in that tense argument that had ultimately ended your relationship. In reality, your relationship had been over weeks before the fight, but neither of you were brave enough to admit it. Dabi, because he loved you and couldn't imagine living a life without you. You, because life with Dabi had become so natural that the thought of leaving terrified you. What if you regretted it? What if your life becomes directionless without him? You had spent nearly a year and a half of your life with him. He was your first love. First kiss. First everything since the opening night of your senior year high school play.

 A Midsummer Night’s Dream was your favorite play. Shakespeare, in your opinion, was quite wordy, but you greatly admired the several love stories and humor weaved throughout the play, and tonight you would be a part of the orchestra playing for this production. You were beyond ecstatic to perform.

The first half of the play went smoothly, and you were filled with adrenaline. Something about playing your violin for a crowd of people filled you with your body with a euphoric feeling. Your chest was full, blood was rushing through your veins and your heart was pounding with pure excitement. This feeling was only magnified once you spotted a certain raven-haired boy sitting in the audience in the front row. The 30-minute intermission had just begun and Dabi Todoroki was making his way over to you as you gingerly tucked your instrument back into its case.

“Hey. You sound pretty awesome out there,” he praised.

“T-thanks,” you blushed. “I didn’t expect to see you here tonight”

Dabi scratched the back of his head and looked away from you. “Yeah, well, I heard there was bestiality in this thing and I wanted to check it out.” That forced a small giggle out of you. Dabi liked that sound a lot. “Anyway, I, uh, wanted to ask you if you were thirsty. There’s a concession stand out in the hallway. Figured you and I could get a drink, maybe sit outside until the next part of the play starts?”

Your heartbeat began to quicken. Was he flirting with you? Surely not. Surely, he was just being friendly to you. Right?

“Yeah, sure! I’d love that actually.”

Dabi grinned at you. “Alright then. Let’s go.”

The air was frigid and you had, unfortunately, worn a short sleeved black dress to opening night in an attempt to blend in with the darkness of the auditorium. When the chattering of your teeth became audible and your shivering was too severe to ignore, Dabi quickly slipped his jacket onto your shoulders. It smelled like nicotine and pine wood. Just like him.

“Thank you,” you lilted, and Dabi just hummed in response. “So, why did you really come tonight?” Dabi eyed you from his spot beside you as you both sat on the large brick steps in front of the school building. “You didn’t seem too interested in Homer the other day in class, so why would you want to see a Shakespearian play?”

Dabi clicked his tongue and averted his gaze. Why did he come tonight? “I dunno,” he started. “I guess I just wanted to see you again. Outside of school. And... I like the way you play your violin. It's… relaxing.”

Your face was burning at 100 degrees. You were sure of it. “Y-you wanted to see me? Why”

“Look, I just think you’re pretty, alright. And I like talking to you and shit.”

He thought you were what? He liked doing what? “I like talking to you too,” you breathed softly. You hadn’t meant to say it. You were embarrassed enough as it was, and the slip of your tongue only made the already high temperature of your cheeks rise.

Dabi turned to look at you then. He thought you looked ethereal in that moment. Wide eyes staring back at him, expectantly. Legs dressed in tight black pantyhose crossed and angled toward him. A bright pink blush dusting your cheeks. God, he wanted to fucking kiss you.

So, he did.

He jerked forward and caught your lips by surprise, which forced you to emit a small noise from your throat. His lips were cold and smooth and unfamiliar and he tasted like smoke and mint flavored gum. His lips moved fervently, as if they were on a mission to prove something, until you moved your finger into his inky hair and pressed his face closer to yours. His lips slowed at that moment, and his movements became gentler. He wanted to tell you he liked you. He wanted to ask you out on a date. He wanted to take you to the movies or to dinner or to just drive you around in his car and talk to you. He wanted to touch you everywhere. Your face. Your chest. Your legs, your ass, your cunt. He wanted to memorize every inch of your body with his fingertips.

It was you who broke the kiss. The combination of Dabi’s lips against yours and the freezing air was making it difficult for you to breathe. You rested your forehead against Dabi’s and chuckled.

“Something funny?” he grunted and pulled away from you.

“No, no, not at all. I just never imagined that Dabi Todoroki would be kissing while we freeze our asses off.”

Dabi scoffed at that. “Yeah, well, it happened.” He leaned forward until his face was inches from yours. “And we should do it again. Tomorrow sound good?”

“Y-yeah! Tomorrow is perfect.”

Dabi’s cobalt blue eyes looked like they were glowing. You wanted to look at them longer. You wanted to watch as his eyes got closer and closer until they closed and exchanged themselves for his lips against yours. But your thirty minutes were almost up. The orchestra pit was waiting for you.

“I should get back inside. The second act is starting in a couple minutes.” You stood up then, wrapping Dabi’s jacket tightly around yourself

Dabi got to his feet alongside you and held out his hand, which you took. He led you back inside, back into the warmth, and into the auditorium where the crowd was ushering back to their seats. Dabi whispered a little ‘good luck,’ in your ear before taking his seat in the front row.

Although the orchestra pit was extremely warm due to the building’s heater, stage lights, and the amount of people that were crammed into the little space side by side, you couldn’t bring yourself to shed Dabi’s jacket until late that night when you were getting ready for bed. And even then, you used the soft red fabric as a pillow so you could keep his smell close to your heart.

 Dabi was wearing a black suit. He hadn’t dressed up in months, so the stiff material felt completely alien on his skin. His jet-black vest was slightly wrinkled due to being stuffed in the back of his closet for months on end and his ‘dress shoes’ were really just his cleanest pair of black boots. Dabi had no doubt that he would look ratty and out of place among the well-dressed attendees at your orchestra’s recital this evening, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to care. He was used to looking like a second-rate citizen next to you anyway. You had always cared about your appearance to the next level; every article of clothing you owned was always ironed, every shoe polished, every piece of jewelry was sparkling - a complete contrast to Dabi. That was one of the things Dabi loved most about you - you had your shit together and it was always physically obvious. You were organized, driven, ambitious, clean. Everything that Dabi was not.

It was 4:23pm. Dabi had 37 minutes until the recital started, and he still needed a tie to wear. Dabi had only ever owned one tie in his entire life, and it was a tie made of deep red silk. You had told Dabi a couple days after he asked you to go with him to your senior prom that red was your favorite color on him, so he had decided to buy a red tie for your special night out.

The tie was placed in the very back of his sock drawer and was the only piece of cloth that was folded neatly. Dabi was hesitant to pull it out of the drawer. He had only ever worn it that one night. That one night where the only thing in his eyes, his nose, his head, was you. That one night where he dressed in a black fitting suit, dawning the red, silky tie you had picked out for him the week before. That one night where he felt like someone had punched him in the fucking stomach because breathing became an immense effort after you shyly walked out of your front door, dressed in a long, red satin dress, your mom following close behind with a big, flashy camera. That one night when you told him you loved him after your first dance in the decked-out school gymnasium. That one night where he convinced you to leave the school after half an hour so he could fuck you in his car. That one night where he convinced you to swallow those little blue pills he was always shoving down his throat. That one night where he whispered a barely audible ‘I love you’ into your hair as you dozed off in the passenger seat of his car, high out of your mind. Looking back, Dabi could see that, for you, prom night was the beginning of the end. Drugs and rough sex were things you just weren’t quite ready for. Prom night for him, however, was just the beginning of your relationship. He couldn't understand that the things he would do often, oxy, car sex, ditching school events, weren’t for you. In his own mind, Dabi was convinced he was showing you how to have fun. The 20 minutes he spent fucking you into the back seat of his black Camaro were heaven. You were warm and wet and your arms clinged to him as if he was the only thing keeping you afloat and he loved it. And for the next few months following that night, you thought you did too.

It was a 20-minute walk from Dabi’s downtown small apartment to The Bleu Theater. It would’ve been a measly 5-minute drive, if Dabi still had his Camaro. Dabi thinks maybe you would still be by his side if he had his Camaro.

  Dabi was royally fucked. He had promised you right when he dropped you off at Micaretta College for your first orchestra rehearsal that he would only be out for a few hours with his brother, Natsuo. He promised he wouldn’t drink, wouldn’t smoke, wouldn’t do any type of narcotic today while he was driving himself around. He was lying, of course, but he thought he would be able to handle himself. He thought he was ‘perfectly fine, Natsuo, let it the hell go,’ after downing a shot of tequila or five. He thought his high was nothing serious, despite the fact that he swallowed 3 oxys when he and Natsuo parted ways outside of the bar.

But he was wrong. So incredibly wrong.

The silence on the other end of the phone as he made his one phone call to you, mumbling that he was in a holding cell for crashing his Camaro into a government postal box because he was drunk and high and he needed to pick you up, made him nervous. He knew you would be upset - maybe sad, worried, angry - but your silence was conveying another emotion he couldn't quite put his finger on.

“Okay,” you said blankly. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

You showed up to the Tokyo police station ten minutes after your phone call just like you said you would - dressed in the same black and grey mini dress you were wearing this morning when he dropped you off. He had watched you dress yourself in the bedroom you two shared in your small but cozy apartment this morning from the queen-sized bed. Watching you with tired, lazy eyes, Dabi thought you looked so fucking cute. Your hair was still pulled up in a half-hearted pony-tail from when you washed your face minutes before, and your small, dainty hands were fiddling with the metal zipper on the back of your dress. He had cheekily told you ‘you're wasting your time zipping that up, princess. I’m just gonna rip it open when you get home tonight.’

Your cheeks had been coated with a light blush at that, and you let out a small giggle, glancing at him from the mirror with a shy smile on your face.

You had looked so happy this morning. Your smile was dazzling, eyes bright and lively.

You looked like the complete opposite now. A mere twelve hours later Dabi had managed to wipe that smile from your face, replacing it with a straight, thin line. The sparkle had been washed from your doe eyes, where only a blank, empty look now held its place.

He had really fucked up.

Signatures, paperwork, and a large down payment for the fine Dabi now had to pay took almost half an hour to complete before Dabi was allowed to walk free and was given a form that he was told to keep for his court date in 14 days. And then it was time to go home.

The 20-minute walk it took to get from the police department to your home was quiet and tense. You hadn’t spoken a word and Dabi hadn’t either. He was afraid of what you would say if he tried to speak to you. Would you yell at him? Would you cry? Tell him he was a failure, a fuck-up, that he wasn’t just ruining his own life, but yours too?

He already knew all of these things. His father reminded him every chance he got. He had barely managed to graduate high school, he never enrolled in college like you had, he was unemployed, paying his half of the rent with a monthly allowance he received along with the rest of his siblings from his grandmother. Each day was spent drinking, downing pills, inhaling blow, infiltrating his skin with needles, waiting for you to get home from school so he could kiss you, touch you, love you, and pretend he had a normal life - a normal, healthy relationship.

Just like you were.

“Guess we’re gonna have to use Uber from now on,” Dabi grunted, trying to slice through the tension that was strongly swimming in the air around the two of you.

“Guess so,” you said faintly.

Dabi’s eyes flash at your flat tone. “Look,” he said, teeth clenched. “I’m sorry, okay? I know I screwed up. You don’t need to make it worse.”

In an instant, your face morphed from blank and expressionless to white hot anger. “Me? You think I’m making things worse? I’m not the one who got shit faced in the middle of the day! I’m not the one who wrecked the fucking car into government property because you couldn’t see five feet in front of you!”

“I know that for Christ’s sake! Jesus fuck, I just spent two hours in jail for it! I. Fucked. Up! Get the fuck over it!”

You held his gaze for a few more moments before looking away. There were so many things you wanted to say, so many things you knew he needed to hear. But you were exhausted. You were so damn tired of fighting, of yelling, of constantly wondering if your life would always consist of picking up the pieces after Dabi shatters everything in his wake. You were tired of him.

“Okay,” you sighed dejectedly. “Let’s just go home. I have orchestra again tomorrow. We both need some sleep.”

Dabi didn’t say anything in response. What could he say? He could see the drained look in your eyes clear as day. He had pulled you out of your evening class to come bail him out of jail after totaling his car. He had promised you he wouldn’t drink while he was out. That he wouldn’t pop any pills while he was out. But he did.

  The line to get into the theater wasn’t too long once he arrived at the front entrance of the large stone building. There were only about fifteen people waiting to hand in their tickets to get inside, and the process seemed like it was going fairly quickly. Dabi pulled the crumpled, grey admission ticket from his coat pocket and handed it to the usher. Watching the man dressed in a baby blue suit scan the barcode on his ticket felt like watching paint dry. He needed to get inside and sit down. His head was pounding from his hangover and his heart was racing from anxiety. He hadn't seen you in six months. Not in person, anyway. He spent plenty of time stalking your social media accounts, looking to see if you had started dating again, if school was going okay for you, if you were happy without him in your life. He didn’t find much over the past few months, much to Dabi’s dismay. The only relevant thing he was able to find out about you was that your college orchestra group was conducting a recital tonight at The Bleu Theater, and that you would have a violin solo. Dabi bought his $250 dollar ticket three months in advance the second he read the flyer you had posted on your Instagram account.

The inside of the theater was as Dabi had expected it to be. Lined with red carpet and donning two grand marble staircases The halls of the theater were littered with high society aristocrats dressed in suits and evening gowns. Although he had dressed in an evening suit, Dabi knew he looked like lower class beside these people. In that moment though, Dabi couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed. The only thing lingering on his mind was you. What you might be wearing. What he might do if he snagged a chance to speak to you. What he would say if you decided to hear him out.

He didn’t have time to think about it though. The recital was starting, and Dabi needed to find his seat, which he knew was in the second row from the stage. All the seats in the very front had already been bought out by the time Dabi had purchased his ticket, so seat J in row B was the second-best option.

Hurrying down the aisle, Dabi found his seat in between two women dressed in both green and silver evening gowns. They were older women with hot pink lipstick coating their wrinkled lips who raised their brows at Dabi as he sat in between them. The MC began his little speech, thanking everyone for attending tonight and asking them to please silence their cellphones. He announced the first player of the night, a cellist who was dressed in a long, black, lacy dress. He hadn’t remembered to grab a program from the man handing them out beside the entrance of the auditorium, but the women in green to his right had one and was currently reading through it. He glanced to her side, hoping to catch a glimpse of your name so he could prepare himself to see you for the first time since your break-up.

And there it was. Act number two. Y/N L/N, violin solo.

You were next and Dabi felt like his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. He was sure everyone in the room could hear the thump thump thump of the organ in his chest despite the rich boom the cello filled the room with. The cellist was reaching the climax of the Cadenza piece. You would be walking out of stage soon. In just seconds, Dabi would have the chance to lock eyes with you. He hoped he would be able to convey the love he felt for you, his anguish at the fact that you left him all alone in a world he felt had never accepted him, his guilt at making your life a living hell because he was too selfish to let you go the second things began to deteriorate. Deep down, Dabi had known your relationship was doomed.

Deep down, Dabi had known your relationship was doomed. That anxious, petrifying feeling of knowing the only heaven he was convinced he would ever know would one day leave him shortly after you had started your first year of college. You had gotten into your dream college, while Dabi hadn’t bothered to apply anywhere. You were working three days a week at a music store, teaching children how to play the violin. Dabi was living off an allowance, popping pills all day. You had aspirations. You were working toward a future you desperately wanted - you wanted to become a violinist for The Halle, you wanted to move to the city - you wanted to be with Dabi. But Dabi didn’t have dreams like you did. His father had instilled in him since he could form coherent sentences that he was a failure. He was a disgrace. He wasn’t even his real son. He was a product of his mother’s extramarital indiscretion - a stain on the Todoroki name. A mistake.

Dabi believed all his life that all he would ever be was a let-down. The only good thing in his life was you. Dabi Todoroki had managed to fall in love with a quiet girl who was ambitious and smart and beautiful - and just like everything else he did in his life - he screwed it up.

 “I need you to come home”

He shouldn’t be asking you that. Tonight was an important night for you - scouts for the Chordis Orchestra were in the audience tonight. Your school was putting on a production of Phantom of the Opera - your favorite musical - and you were lucky enough to be the first sophomore to play in the orchestra pit on opening night.

“What? Dabi - what’s going on?”

He felt like he was going crazy. Why were you asking so many questions? Why couldn’t you just come home? He needed you!

“Look,” he gulped as his knuckles turned white from gripping the phone. “I-my dad was here earlier and-”

“Your dad?” Dabi’s father, Enji, had never visited your home before. Dabi would never invite him and Enji would never lay out an offer. Dabi had told you a little about the issues he had with his father during late night talks where you and Dabi would lay naked in the back seat of his car, wrapped up in each other’s arms.

“We got into a fight and I don’t even know what happened, I just opened my eyes and our window was busted and my knuckles were bleeding and dad was gone. I was so fucking pissed and I don’t even remember uncapping the fucking needle...but I think I took too much.”

Your blood ran cold. You hated when Dabi would use heroin. You had tried it once when the two of you first moved into your apartment together, and you never wanted that substance in your body again. You knew how Dabi could get when he took too much of one thing. He would get angry, paranoid, anxious and clingy. You were terrified one of these days you would come home and find him dead on the bathroom floor with a needle sticking out of his arm or pills lodged in his throat.

“Dabi what do you mean you took too much? D-do I need to call an ambulance!?”

“No! No, don’t call the fucking police. I’ll get charged with substance abuse. Fuck! Just come home!”

“Okay, okay, Dabi. I’m coming home, alright? I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

You quickly packed up your instrument, sheet music, and informed the director you would not be able to perform tonight. It was a tense conversation, as Ms. Hatsuki had given you a big opportunity to play tonight. But Dabi wanted you home. And he was more important, right?

The bursting open of the wooden door startled Dabi. He had been staring blankly at the wall, scratching at the needle scars that were riddled along his left forearm. It felt like he had been waiting hours for you to get home to him, when only a mere 20 minutes had passed before you burst into the living room.

“Dabi,” you breathed, “are you okay? You look so pale.” You rushed over to the brown sofa where he was seated and took his hand in yours. His hand was coated in brown, dry blood and there was a small gash across his knuckles. It wasn’t too bad, but he would probably need a couple stitches.

“M’fine. I think...I’m just coming down really hard. My hand hurts, too.”

Coming down too hard? How many times have you been through this? There had been several occasions where Dabi had called you while you were in the middle of class, or in rehearsal, or out with friends or family, frantically begging you to come home. Each time he made one of those calls, he worried you sick. He never sounded like the Dabi you knew like the back of your hand. He was sacred and sounded like he was close to death every time. And every time you came running, he would lay his head in your lap, tell you he’s sorry, that he wants to do better for you, and then do it all over again the next week.

You weren’t sure how much more you could take. At first, it was small, tolerable things. Things you could look past because you loved him so much. In the beginning, when Dabi went past his limit, he would grow overly irritable, snapping at you out of nowhere. Then, that gradually turned into full blown meltdowns with Dabi shedding a few tears as he paced around the apartment, not sure if he was angry or scared, not knowing what he could possibly be angry at or scared of.

Then, that morphed into complete paranoia. Dabi always thought he would die when he would go past his limit, but he would never do anything to help his fears. He was always afraid you would leave him all by himself in this tiny apartment that only felt like home when you were there. He was afraid his father would finally cut him out of the family because he’s a bad influence on his little brother - because he’s a good-for-nothing junkie with no direction in life.

He was afraid of problems that only he was able to cause. Problems he couldn’t stop causing.

Your mouth set into a thin line, a sight Dabi wished he wasn’t so familiar with. “Dabi,” you started evenly. “I thought you were fucking dying. You made me leave the most important performance of my life - for what?”

Dabi’s puppy eyes quickly morphed into piercing cobalt as he scowled. “For what? Princess, I need you here. I felt like I was fucking dying, I need a little support here!”

“WHAT ABOUT ME!?” you screamed. It startled the both of you. The scream seemed to rip itself from your throat without permission. The shocked look on your boyfriend’s face almost made you back down. But you wouldn’t – couldn’t back down this time.

“What about supporting me, huh, Dabi? Week after week, I drop everything, my whole life, to come running back to you. To make sure you’re okay. You make promise after promise to stop this shit, to get clean, to get your life together so I CAN GET MINE TOGETHER! Fuck, it’s like I’m your mother instead of your girlfriend.”

Dabi watched you silently from his spot on the couch. He had never seen you so angry before, especially at him. The smack running through his veins urged him to yell back at you. To scream that you were selfish. That you can’t talk to him like that.

But he doesn’t. Because he knows you’re right.

Deep down, he knows he’s ruining your life. He knows he’s continually taking opportunity after opportunity from you - because he doesn’t want to be alone. He knows his drug induced moods are wearing on you. He knows he’s tearing your heart apart by worrying you, yelling at you, destroying you. He knows he does not deserve you. But even so, he hopes to God you won’t leave. He’s too selfish to let you go on his own - he would rather watch you crumble because of him than watch you flourish without him.

“Tonight was so important, Dabi. You know that.” Your eyes were filling with tears. Your heart felt like it was shattering within your chest. You didn’t want to. Or did you? You weren’t so sure what you wanted anymore. But you did know what you needed. “I-I can’t Dabi. I cannot do this with you anymore.”

“W-what? The fuck are you saying?”

“I’m saying I can’t stay in this relationship with you, Dabi! It's tearing me completely apart. It's tearing me apart because you’re tearing yourself apart. I’ve tried and tried, but I just can’t do it. I hit my limit months ago. This - us - it needs to end now.”

Neither of you said anything after that. It was strange, in a way. You expected your boyfriend - your ex-boyfriend, would beg you not to leave. Like he always did when he was paranoid and high.

Dabi, on the other hand, had always imagined, in his hazy, drunken paranoia, that he would rage if you ever tried to leave him like this. What was he supposed to do without you? He had nothing in life but you. Every day was about you; waiting for you to get home from school, cooking for you, fucking you, talking to you, living life through you. But he wasn’t angry. All he felt in those next few minutes as the two of you sat side by side on the couch for the very last time, was sorrow.

His father was right, as he always was. He destroyed everything he touched. One tiny brush of his fingertips set anything in his wake ablaze.

When you stood from the couch to go pack a bag, Dabi couldn't bring himself to look at you. He couldn’t force out a single syllable. All he could do was sit. Sit and listen as the girl he loved gathered every piece of herself and walked out of his life.

The next few weeks following the break up were the worst. You were ignoring Dabi’s texts and calls, and he didn’t even know where you were. He assumed you were staying with a friend or had moved back in with your mother - but he wished you would answer one of his texts so he could know for sure.

Dabi didn’t leave his apartment until a month after the two of you broke up. He honestly didn’t see a reason to. After he graduated high school and moved in with you, he only left the house to go grocery shopping, or buy you little gifts, or go on dates with you. Now that you were gone, what reason did he have to venture outside of his safe space?

Alcohol. Sex.

Two enticing reasons.

The first time Dabi had sex with another person after your break up, he felt like throwing up. Her voice was higher than yours, her nose was bigger than yours, the way she looked when she came on his cock was nowhere near as beautiful as yours was.

She was not you.

She was not you, and here he was, in her apartment, in her bed, kissing her, pleasing her, fucking her. He felt like he was betraying you the first few times he did it. He had to keep reminding himself that you were gone, you weren’t his girlfriend anymore. He could have sex with whoever he wanted.

After the first couple girls, the guilt and disgust melted away and morphed into delirium. If he was in bed with some girl he met at a bar, he could forget your face. If he kissed her lips in a sloppy, rushed manner, he could forget the way he felt to be touched by you. If he listened to her maddening moans as he fucked into her, he could forget the way your voice sounded, just for a moment. And that was enough for him to survive each day without you.

 It was scary seeing you for the first time in so long. You looked the same as you always had; beautiful, elegant, and perfect.

You were wearing a white, spaghetti sleeved dress that reached to the middle of your leg and your hair was curled delicately and was falling freely past your shoulders. Dabi had spent half a year without seeing you or hearing from you at all, and still, the first sight of you made him feel like he couldn’t fucking breath. Every little detail was special to him.

He could see the nervousness written all over your face. You were used to playing in an orchestra pit, away from everyone’s line of sight. You felt most comfortable hidden in the darkness, playing music that was meant to add character to a play, not right in the spotlight, playing raw music for everyone to judge you with. But Dabi also knew that this is what you always truly wanted. You wanted people to see you and hear you, no matter how terrifying it was.

You started off slow, moving your bow gently and fluidly across the strings of your violin. It was soft and melodic, and only Dabi knew that this was your signature build up - it was how you always liked to play music. Just as you were doing now, you had always preferred to start everything off slow and delicate - gradually and powerfully zipping your bow across the metal strings to create an earth-shattering sound that was somehow richer than the cello. Dabi had noticed this the very first time he ever heard you play in that empty auditorium in high school, and still now you were able to knock him out with your beautiful talent.

You were avoiding looking out into the crowd to evade stage fright. You knew that if you looked out into the human sea, you would face the possibility of choking. This was an incredibly important night. Your mom had joked before you left her house this morning that tonight would mark the beginning of your musical career. You could not afford to mess anything up.

But then you looked up. You tore your gaze from the floor and glanced out into the abyss and fount cobalt blue eyes staring intently back at you. His gaze was enough to almost make your left hand fingers falter over the notes, but you regained your composure almost as fast as you had lost it. Looking away from him seemed impossible right then. Here he was, Dabi, your ex-boyfriend, your first love, sitting in the audience, listening to you play your heart out. Why was he here? How did he even know you would be playing tonight?

A million and one questions swam through your mind. You were playing on autopilot now. You couldn’t focus on anything but him. His inky black hair was combed neatly, just as it was on prom night. He was wearing a suit and he looked completely dressed for the occasion. Your song was coming to an end and you needed to snap out of it. The ending deserved your attention. You owed it to yourself to forget Dabi, just for this second, to focus on what you had in front of you.

The floor wasn’t anywhere near as pretty as Dabi was, but it was where you had to force yourself to look for the remainder of the song. It came to a finish 20 seconds later, and the applause was almost too loud for your ears. A proud grin spread across your face as you grabbed the neck of your instrument and bowed before walking back into the wings.

You weren’t sure why Dabi would come tonight. He had stopped trying to contact you three months ago after you ignored each and every one of his attempts. It was painful to even think about him after your break up. There were many times you felt as if you had made a mistake in leaving. Every memory of Dabi holding you to his chest when you would cry to try and comfort you, every memory of Dabi whispering out that he loved you late at night, every memory of Dabi kissing you goodbye as you left for class each morning, was almost enough to break you. But the fact was that you didn’t just leave for yourself. Dabi was too dependent on you. If you had continued to enable his drug habit, allowing him to think that he could be as destructive as he wanted and nothing would happen to him, he would end up killing himself. So, you stood your ground, and distanced yourself as far away from him as you could.

But he was here now. Dressed nicely, watching you on the most important night of your life. Did he want to talk? Or was he here for something else? There was only one way to find out.

Dabi had gotten up from his seat as soon as you exited the stage. He wasn’t too eager to listen to some guy play the piano for 2 minutes straight. He had only come here to see you. The air was warm and inviting outside as Dabi sat on the building’s steps and pulled out his e-cigarette. He wanted to go back in and find you, just as he planned when he first got here. Seeing you on stage tonight, however, made him think twice. You looked beautiful and vibrant. Despite the look of nervousness you wore tonight, he knew you were confident in what you could do. You smiled tonight. It didn’t look fake or forced, like it had months ago. It looked completely genuine and Dabi didn’t want to take that away from you.

You were happy without him. You were thriving without him. He needed to stay away from you.

“You’re missing the rest of the recital, you know.”

Your voice brought Dabi out of his head. He hadn’t heard your voice in so long, it almost sounded alien to him.

You stood two steps above him, still wearing your white dress. Still just as beautiful as you were on stage.

Dabi was searching for the right words to say, but he was coming up perpetually blank. He wanted to say the right thing, but he never knew what the right thing to say was.

“I, uh, only came to see one act.” You smiled softly at that, and Dabi felt like someone had shot him. He missed you. He missed you so much and your smile only reminded him of what he inevitably pushed away 6 months ago.

“Well, mister Beethoven,” you joked, “how did I do?”

You were walking closer to him and Dabi wasn’t sure if he should move away or not. He was afraid that if you got too close, he might burn you. “God, it was awful. It sounded like a tortured cat.”

A laugh tore itself from your throat as you sat beside him on the steps. “Yeah, well. That was your fault. I didn’t expect to see you out there. Caught me off guard.”

“You were great.” Dabi wanted to smile back at you, but he couldn’t. “Felt like I was watching an actual angel perform.”

It was quiet for a moment after that. Neither of you knew what to say. Why were you out here with him? Why did he come to see you tonight?

“Why’d you come tonight, Dabi?”

“I dunno, really. I just - I knew you were playing tonight. I felt like I needed to see you. I wanted to talk to you, I guess.”

The e-cigarette in your ex-boyfriend’s hand caught your attention. “Since when do you smoke water vapor? What happened to weed?”

Dabi looked down at his hands before replying. “I quit that shit a couple months ago,” he mumbled. “I didn’t like the way it made me feel anymore.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “You stopped smoking pot? That’s great Dabi!”

“Thanks. I stopped with the pills and smack too.”

He what? “Wait, are you saying you got clean?”

He shrugged, not returning your gaze. “I guess. I stopped using four months ago. Fuyumi and my mom have gotten me into counseling. My therapist is helping me come up with ways to cope without drugs. The booze has been more difficult to quit though. I still drink pretty often. I’m...I’m working on being different. Like I always promised you I would. Except this time, I’m serious.”

The world halted for a moment for you. Dabi...was getting clean. He had promised you countless times in your relationship that he would try to stop. That he would be a better man for you. That he would stop using, get a job, go back to school. Each of those promises were empty, unfulfilled wishes.

But not anymore.

You threw your arms around Dabi, almost knocking him off the step. He stilled, not sure what to do. Should he hug you back? Push you off of him? He didn’t know, so he allowed you to continue to take the lead.

“I’m so happy for you Dabi. That is so amazing. I can’t believe it, I’m so proud.” There was a familiar warmth growing in your chest. The entire two years of your relationship, all you had wanted was for Dabi to get clean. The drugs, the directionlessness, it weighed on him. And, in turn, it began to weigh on you as well. “Have you thought about enrolling anywhere?”

You had pulled away from Dabi by now, but you were still sitting quite close to him, which made Dabi feel uneasy. He had wanted to be close to you like this for months, but now that it was happening, he felt anxious. What if after tonight, the two of you would go back to being strangers?

“I’ve been thinking about it. I’ve worked on a few applications already, but I haven’t sent anything in just yet.”

Hearing that Dabi was finally getting his shit together filled your heart with joy and hope. Dabi was trying to get sober. Dabi had come to see you tonight. And you still loved him after all this time. After everything, Dabi still owned your heart.

“I need to tell you I’m sorry.” He turned to look at you. He had been looking at everything but you this entire conversation, but he needed to look you in the eye as he said this. “I need to tell you I’m sorry for everything I put you through. I fucked up so many things for you because I was a piece of shit. I’m sorry for making you leave.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. Dabi looked so different now. He looked the same as he always did, yet completely unfamiliar all at once. You had spent so many months seeing Dabi kill himself every day. His eyes were sunken in, dark circles painted onto his sickly pale skin. His lips were always chapped and split open, scratching your own lips whenever he grabbed your face to kiss you. Now, underneath the bright June moonlight, Dabi looked alive. His lips were no longer dehydrated and split. His eyes were still tired, but more alert, and his skin looked healthy.

“I left for a reason, Dabi. Not just because it was too much for me, but because I thought you needed to figure everything out on your own.”

He nodded slowly while keeping your gaze. “Is it possible to try again?”

Yes, you wanted to say, absolutely. You wanted to tell him you could pick up right where the two of you left off, but you couldn’t. Not after everything he put you through. Taking a deep breath and taking his hand in yours, you said, “how about you and I go for coffee tomorrow? We can talk things out more then.”

Dabi grinned and squeezed your hand. I have a shot. Being this close to you, knowing he would see you again tomorrow, really made him want to kiss you. Six months ago, he could grab your face whenever he wanted and capture your lips with his. But he couldn’t now. He needed to take his time with you, let you decide if he was what you wanted. He had put you through hell for so long, so he needed to let you take the lead this time.

“I’d really like that.”

To his surprise. you leaned forward and pressed your lips gently to his cheek, and then stood. “I need to get back inside, but...I’ll see you tomorrow morning, okay?”

Dabi nodded furiously. “Yeah. Yeah, tomorrow morning.”

You smiled softly once more, and then turned to head back into the building. Watching you leave the night the two of you broke up made him feel like everything around him was bleak and broken. This time, as he watched you slip through the doors of the theater, he felt light things were finally a little bit brighter.

[mywritingonlyfans]

“All right class, Professor Heras is out today, so y’all know what that means,” Damiano claps his hands together as he stands at the front of the auditorium. He isn't too exstatic about being up before 11 am either, but at least he gets to be in charge for once. “Be honest with me, who actually did the reading, raise your hands, I won’t tell Prof.”

There is a slight hesitation in the class before a few hands go up. He laughs at the sparseness, but appreciates the honesty nonetheless, “Okay, okay, well for those of you who didn’t read it, you’re missing out because Mary-Anne Evans writes wonderfully, even when hidint her identity; this one is even a favorite of mine so I’m taking this personally. So, we’re gonna talk about the characterization of Dorothea and Edward. I want you guys to tell me how they are developed and what we know about them. C’mon, I wanna see hands.”

Honestly, Damiano loves when he gets to command the class— part of why he’s working towards becoming a professor himself, but he still has a ways to go on his master's program. He hopes his future classes are more enthusiastic than this, but he doesn’t mind taking the lead.

“Cool, I’ll start!” he exclaims to the empty classroom. He already knows he’s far too energetic for the morning, but he has the traditional espresso he picked up on the way to class that’s still sitting half full on the professor’s desk to thank for that.

“So, what do we know about Dorothea? She’s nineteen, an orphan pious, living with her younger sister, and she's courted by Sir James. But what is the problem with this?”

A student raises his hand, “Dami, it’s nine in the morning.”

“Doesn’t answer my question, anyone else?”

“She is oblivious to him. She is attracted instead to Edward Casaubon, 45-year-old scholar. Dorothea accepts Casaubon's offer of marriage, despite her sister's protests. Chettam is encouraged to turn his attention to her Dorothea's sister, Celia, who has developed an interest in him,” a new voice joins the room, a voice Damiano has rarely crossed paths with.

“Y/n, how nice of you to join us, need something?” Damiano turns to face his fellow TA. She is a bit older than him, further into her master's program, but she’s only assisting for credits whereas Damiano actually wants to teach the subject he’s grading papers for. Still, they have a mutual understanding of each other.

Y/n rubs her eyes, clearly having just woken up along with the class, “Uh, yeah, I need the uh, the social justice research papers from 9A, Heras forgot to give them to me, told me to grab them from you.”

Damiano furrows his brow, then opens the desk's drawers.

"9A, 9A, 9A- Ah, yes, here they are," he says, kindly handing them over to Y/n. She offers a smile and accepts them.

Their hands touch for a moment and Damiano feels her warm hands on his fingers. Her perfume smelled like an assortment of wild flowers and it always mesmirised him.

"Thanks love," she says, kissing his cheek. Damiano has frozen, and until he's back to earth, Y/n has left the room, only the smell of her gloss in the air.

He shakes his head, feeling his cheek to make sure there isn't any gloss left, and turns back to the board, scribbling the stated.

"Anyway, as Y/n clarified, she isn't interested in Sir James' advances and chooses the love of a 45-year old scholar, who, for the era was quite old," He writes out his notes on the board, being careful of the chalk dust falling.

"What about Dorothea's and Edward's marriage? What happens on their honeymoon?"

A student raises their hand and Damiano calls, "Lydia"

"When are you and Y/n going on a date?" Damiano sighs. "Not what I asked. Will?"

"I didn't have my hand up," Will complains, rubbing his eyes.

"I know, but I also know that you remember the storyline from your review last semester," Will shuffled higher in his seat, fixing his posture.

"They experience the first tensions in their marriage on their honeymoon in Rome, when she finds that Sir James has no interest in involving her in his intellectual pursuits, plus no real intention of having his copious academic notes published, which was her chief reason for marrying him,"

"Thank you Will," Damiano exhales, noting it down in his plan. "But when are you two going to go on a date?" Will asks, and Damiano, turns to face the students.

"Me and Y/n are not interested in dating. We are both doing our work. Now, can someone focus on the lesson in hand, please!"

"You say that with a lot of confidence for someone who froze up right in front of us," Lydia speaks again, and Damiano lets an annoyed whine slip out.

"Okay, let me clear this up. As much as I like teaching you guys, this has to stop. My love life- or lack thereof- isn't to be discussed in class. Can we go back to the reading now?"

"Only if you ask Y/n out," another student chimes in and Damiano is really close to slamming his head on the desk.

"If you keep going like this I'll take away your first name privilleges," he says, taking off his glasses.

"Dami, come on! We saw how you looked at her when you handed her the papers. You have to!" Will replies, and Damiano knows he is losing this fight.

"Okay, I will. You have my word" he gives in, knowing full well he doesn't owe them anything.

"Now, someone! Middlemarch!"

_________

how had i written that so well???????? idk (i changed the names btw, so it made for a nice blurb thing)

ONLY THE SMELL OF HER GLOSS IN THE AIR that's cute i liked it 🥺 and he'd be the coolest prof ever

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Hitoshi Shinsou Timeline | 172732014

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They say that milestones are worth celebrating - your first steps, your first words, your first classroom filled with bright-eyed, bushy-tailed kids. And then there are the firsts that hurt you - your first experience with fear, with doubt, with shame and hate. They are what make up the building blocks of life. But now, this was the first of many firsts to follow - school graduation from one of the most prestigious academies in Musatafu.

And your hands were sweaty.

“Hey, we’re going to be fine,” assured a whisper beside you, finding that smile on Midoriya’s face.

“Yeah, yeah of course. We’ll be fine,” you agreed, chuckling nervously, hoping that alone assured your anxiousness.

“You could give Bakugou a run for his money,” whispered Kaminari beside you with a grin.

“Not funny.”

“I mean, come on, you’re sweating bullets and we haven’t been called to the stage.”

You pouted at Kaminari while you clenched your fists, keeping track with every breath you took. It was a simple walk, shaking hands, accepting your paper then off you went. Classes have been practicing and rehearsing days before, and yet you felt the nerves brew in your gut. The words that echoed from the microphone became a drone and a buzz in your head, paying more attention to the voices that crept in instead - the panicked thoughts of your classmates around you from every course. It was loud, cacophonous until you honed your mind into somewhere familiar when the applause rippled through the seats.

“We’ll be fine,” uttered a calm voice, your eyes turning towards him.

You only wished you shared this with one other person who sat down the aisle in the graduating hall. Searching amongst the chairs, you eyed a mop of purple hair, his tired eyes staring back at yours through the applause. You swore you saw a smirk on his face through the crowd before your class was called to attention.

You felt proud to stand alongside Hitoshi Shinsou, a fellow classmate of Class 3-A while each of you turned to make the trek to the stage, ready for the world.

——

The ceremony took longer than many of the students expected - almost three hours at best while you made your way to Heights Alliance. Walking through the school and watching the younger freshman go about their day reminded you of your growth, learning to hone your Quirk and become not only a better Hero, but a better person. Despite Aizawa’s strict regimen, some of the time, you thanked him inwardly for being not only your homeroom teacher, but a role model and someone to aspire to.

Still, graduation was a coming-of-age. You wondered if you deserved it. There had been some thoughts about your acceptance into the Hero course, how you got through by the skin of your teeth, and then your conversations with Shinsou growing with him during the years here at UA. Although he earned his right to be in the Hero course, let alone in 3-A, there was always that conversation about how either of your Quirks would help society, especially after what had happened in the War that felt like a lifetime ago.

A sad smile pulled at your lips with the thought weighing heavily. You had put in some applications for agencies, but still considered your fit into their agendas. After all, who needed a mind reader?

“Well, if it isn’t the runt of Class 3-A,” called a brutish voice from afar. You eyed the student, not recognizing him until you spotted the buttons on his shoulder.

“Hey, we’re talking to you,” called out another next to him.

With a quick glance of your eye, you discovered they were General Studies students, but not ones you recognized from Shinsou’s former class. Perhaps they were from other classes, you thought, while you quickened your pace. You cursed yourself inwardly about walking alone to Heights Alliance, even though it wasn’t too far from the major school grounds. You kicked yourself harder wondering why you declined an invitation by your classmates to hang around the auditorium. You had thought getting to your dorm earlier would help your nerves for tonight.

Otherwise, your nerves were just nerves.

You couldn’t help feeling that unnerving feeling that crawled on your back, knowing those students decided to track behind you. Until-

This is too easy. So much for being a smart Hero.

It wasn’t the first time you’ve heard insults before. You grew up with that kind of treatment, and only felt acceptance here at this academy. Some of the time at least. You wondered while you made a turn away from Heights Alliance and decided to round the school grounds instead. What did they want?

You only continued to walk through the school grounds until, by happenstance, you found yourself on the PE grounds, empty of people. You shook your head knowing that was a mistake to leave populated areas, however, making your tracks back to the auditorium might yield better results should you find your classmates.

But no one was in sight.

Your eyes darted around, having walked under the bleachers before you decided to turn, coming face to face with both students, their tall frames towering over you before they trapped you within their arms, leaning against the metallic skeleton of the bleachers.

“Hey congratulations,” one cooed with a grin, his arm trapping you from escape. “Never thought someone like you would survive.”

Not a word. Not one word, you thought. Eyes on them, only on them.

“Oh wait, you can hear our thoughts,” he commented, his head hovering over yours while you kept your eye on him. “Want to know mine?”

It was hard to ignore while you continued to rake through your mind, your head only filled with the words he thought. You took a few glances around to still find nobody in sight, your vision soon blocked by their bodies trapping you in the bleachers.

“Hey, why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” Crowed a familiar voice from behind them.

“Shinsou?” You called out, spotting his form between them, backlit by the sun that began its descent in the sky. It caught the students’ attention, their eyes turning menacingly towards Shinsou with disdain.

“Two against one isn’t fair,” he continued, eyeing the both of them as if his stare drilled into theirs. Your heart leapt from your chest at the sight, but you heard not a word from the students that cornered you. All they did was stare before one ordered the other silently to approach Shinsou.

You heard their intent loud and clear in your mind, their surface thoughts still hard to ignore before out of your control, you tried to run. Your arm was grabbed violently, holding you back at the bleachers while you watched the scene unfold, forced to watch the first punch fly into Shinsou’s face. It was deathly silent except for the sound of every bone-crushing fist that connected with Shinsou, and yet he did not fight back. He took the blows, one at a time.

“Wait, stop!” you cried, pulling at your arms that held you back.

“Oh look it talks,” snarked the student that held you hostage, tugging you and gripping his hands tightly on your skin. “Out of everyone here, this guy gets special treatment. Someone with a Quirk like his getting into the Hero program, what a joke. You two were made for each other.”

The punches grew wilder and harder, pummeling into Shinsou’s chest and face. And yet, he still did not retaliate. He stood his ground, his face pained with every strike before a giant blow winded his gut, forcing him to his knees.

“Stop it! Let him go!” you yelled, still pulling at the hands that gripped you tightly.

“Aw come on, I don’t think your boyfriend appreciates you shouting like that,” taunted the student before you while he shook his hands beside him, stretching his fingers from the assault.

Shinsou breathed through his teeth, grabbing hold of his gut with a nauseating feeling that travelled in waves through his body. His vision blurred from the pain, staring up at his assailant - this General Studies student - a former fellow if anything.

“That all you got?” he taunted, earning another punch.

“Hitoshi!” You yelled, the voices growing louder with their laughter and their taunts. It wasn’t fair. You had your share of childish behavior. You thought graduation was beyond this, but with every strike to Shinsou, it stung. This wasn’t meant to be.

Until the voices stopped.

A snap echoed in the air before both students were wrapped tightly in bindings, constricted in the cloth that froze them in place. You felt your arms release from their hands before running to Shinsou, leaning to aid him in his now beaten and battered body.

“And I was having such a good day today,” retorted a cool yet aggravated voice.

Especially aggravated.

Following the trails of his Binding Cloth, you found Aizawa standing by the pathways, his eyes glowing red while keeping the other students constricted within his grasp. You pulled Shinsou onto his feet, draping his arm around your shoulder for leverage before you turned to Aizawa, his eyes unmoving while he continued to stare.

“Take him to Recovery Girl,” he ordered. “Don’t mind me.”

Without another word, you slowly made your way to the Nurse’s Office, keeping Shinsou on his feet and leaving Aizawa behind.

——

“Ow.”

Shinsou sat on one of a few stretchers in the Nurse's Office, now bandaged after being tended to by Recovery Girl. It was still hilarious to see how she worked her magic, seeing that Shinsou was almost pummeled into submission earlier, but with only the bandages to help heal a few smaller injuries, he waited while Recovery Girl spoke with you by the doors.

“Now dear, he’ll be fine,” she reassured with a smile. “Good thing too, or else he’d be hurting like crazy tonight.”

You smiled knowing Shinsou was taken care of, but glanced at him, spotting the bandages that covered part of his body while he scratched at a few.

“Go easy on him. He should be fine for the celebration, but he’ll need to stay here before then,” advised Recovery Girl before she left you by the door, walking slowly with her cane in hand.

You smiled after the Pro-Hero, briefly wondering how much you’d miss her after leaving for Pro-Hero life before you entered the room, stomping towards Shinsou then punching him in his shoulder.

“Ow!” exclaimed Shinsou, his eyes turning to you confused.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” you barked with a cross look.

“Funny coming from the one who calls for a study buddy most nights.”

“I could’ve handled that on my own.”

“Certainly looked like it.”

You grumbled in frustration, earning another punch in his shoulder to relieve your anger somehow.

“Ow!” He exclaimed again.

“I was actually scared,” you explained, angry, relieved, and frightened despite feeling all of these at once. “You tried to help, but look at you.”

“Yeah, well, no Quirks on campus, remember? And Aizawa would’ve killed the both of us if we did.”

“Yeah that’s for sure.”

You succumbed to that fact, knowingly realizing the folly of actions that transpired. And yet, you were relieved that Aizawa let you both go. Although, thinking more on that, it was more so the fact that Shinsou was injured that you were able to leave. The guilt started to build, tiny but still significant. It was odd how events could cascade into something so large-

Boyfriend, huh?

“What?” You asked.

“What?” Replied Shinsou in turn.

“Nothing!”

You glanced away, realizing you just read his head. That wasn’t intentional. You didn’t mean to. Nerves, it was nerves.

“Thanks,” you slowly spoke, catching Shinsou’s ear. “Recovery Girl said you need to stay here until tonight, so, if you want, I could pick up anything you need.”

“To be honest, I was thinking of not going,” admitted Shinsou, surprising you a little.

“Why? You’ve worked so hard to be here. You deserve a celebration like everyone else.”

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, uncaring about the situation before you pouted, punching him again.

“Ow! Haven’t I been a punching bag long enough?” He exclaimed in surprise.

“This isn’t like your birthdays,” you retorted, his eyes surprised at your fervent pressure. “You worked your ass off to be here, in the Hero program, with us. Sure, you haven’t made some close friends, but you are deserving and you’ve earned everything tonight. I will not accept your apathetic response as worthy enough to warrant an excuse to-“

“Would you like to come with me?”

You stopped, staring at Shinsou with your lips slightly agape. No amount of mind-reading expected that.

“I was going to ask after the ceremony, then those idiots started following you,” he explained. “And seeing what’s happened now, I didn’t want to drag you down.”

Silence filled the room while you felt the beat of your heart echo in your ears. You could feel the blood burn inside with a flush of embarrassment. Just what were you doing?

“I kissed you once, and this shocks you?” Asked Shinsou with a quizzical brow.

“You stole that from me!” You retorted, finally snapping you out of your stupor.

Shinsou only laughed at your response, earning one from you as well, the giggles echoing in the mostly empty room of empty stretchers.

An hour or two had passed before you stepped outside, watching the sun still in the sky while you made your way to Class 3-A’s dorms. Shinsou had graciously given you the key to his dorm to collect his suit, which he explained was actually picked out by Kaminari of all people. You chuckled wondering how that encounter must have happened while you readied yourself in your formal wear earlier than most on your floor before heading to the topmost floor for Shinsou’s. Quickly taking what he had listed was his outfit, you carried the dress suit on your shoulders while rushing out of the dorms, only to-

“Oh sorry!” Blurted someone by the front doors of your dormitories after knocking into them accidentally.

“No, you’re good!” You called back, paying no mind to who it was before dashing on the pathways in your dress shoes towards the school grounds.

You've never seen the grounds empty of students after the day was done. It was almost eerie in its presence before your steps echoed in the empty halls, reaching the Nurse’s Office in due time. You excitedly entered the doors with a grin, finding Shinsou standing by the windows while he stared at the changing colours of the sky. He turned to find you a little flush from the light jog, yet he stood with arms crossed, eyeing you from head-to-toe.

“I could’ve walked,” he commented dryly.

“Certainly looks like it,” you teased with a smile, eyeing his bandages.

“All right, enough teasing Kitten.” Shinsou outstretched his hand to receive his suit from you, which you handed happily. He proceeded to unwrap the bandages from his person, removing each piece before he revealed his toned torso. You watched while his thumbs tucked into the rim of his pants, halting before his violet gaze glanced at you quizzically.

“Um, would you mind?” He asked.

It took a moment for you to realize-

“Oh sorry,” you whispered before you turned your back on him, your eyes no longer staring at him undressing. You smiled at yourself with the image of Shinsou’s torso clear in your mind. Thankfully there was no bruising, but his build was hard to ignore. All his days training off hours really paid off, especially after taking a beating from earlier today.

Shinsou slipped into his dress suit for the graduation prom, still perplexed for such a large outing before his eye stared at your back. He soaked in the sight of you while you swayed on your shoes every now and then. His time in UA was paved with his stubbornness and his own merit, yet staring at you, growing with him and sharing your lives with each other also brought a warm smile. He fixed his tie around his collar, ensuring it sat well with the suit before he approached you from behind, guiding his hand upon your shoulder with a gentle squeeze. He stopped to watch you turn to him, taking in the sight even more now that you stood beside him.

“Shall we?” He asked with that smile still present.

You returned that smile filled with joy before feeling his hand direct you out from the Nurse’s Office and into the evening ahead.

——

The prom was lit with fairy lights, much like the paths that led to Gym Gamma that lined the trees. You smiled at how magical it looked, for lack of a better word, but compared to the events of today, it eased your mind to see your fellow graduating class celebrating the night away. Shinsou was more than happy to sit throughout the prom night, observing and watching everyone across the dance floor while you sat beside him. There hadn’t been a label on this friendship you shared, on this growing trust you’ve built with the former General Studies student. Heck, he was right when he mentioned that one kiss he took when you were stuck in a closet, no thanks to Kaminari and Ashido.

And then you heard his thoughts, by accident you were sure or at least tried to convince yourself when you heard what he thought. Boyfriend? Maybe. His intentions were clear from the start. You evaluated where you stood, glancing at him while he still continued to watch, his head slightly bobbing to the music playing all around.

“Let’s move in together,” you remarked before you watched his surprised reaction.

“What?” He whispered, confused.

“That’s the goal. Let’s find a place and move in together.”

“I haven’t even heard from any agencies yet, and you want to make nesting plans? Aren’t we too young-“

“Humour me,” you interrupted, turning yourself to face him while the lights decorated in dapples along the curve of his cheeks.

Shinsou stared into your eyes, painted with intention and purpose, waiting for an answer to such a ludicrous question. Out of the blue no less. He soon turned to you, making himself comfortable while his hands held onto yours, shared between each other’s laps.

“An apartment, overlooking part of the city with nice windows so it’ll let natural light inside,” he described with some thought.

“But not too high,” you added. “Is Toka an outdoor cat?”

“I found her outside.”

“Okay, something on the fifth floor?” You continued, still humoring the idea in your mind. “That’s gotta be high enough for a view.”

“Only with an elevator,” added Shinsou with a smirk. “I refuse anything with just flights of stairs.”

You chuckled at the mere thought of Shinsou having to run up and down stairs for a fifth floor apartment, yet in turn it gave him a smirk to see you smile and laugh. He chuckled until pain rippled through his sides, clutching onto his torso while you continued to giggle despite your own concern about his well being. Closing in on Shinsou only made his eyes glint against the lights of the auditorium, seeing his violets almost glow within the dim dance lights. You stared into their pools as if you could drown in them, in the way he stared back at you.

“Is it all right if I called you Hitoshi?” You asked, momentarily catching him unaware of the sudden request.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he chuckled, almost sultry while you still stared into his eyes, your noses so close to one another’s. “You didn’t have a problem earlier when my face was getting smashed in.”

“Shut up,” you teased with a light smack on his shoulder. He cried a little from the smack, but the pain was short-lived before he closed the gap in-between, his lips on yours with a delicate touch.

“Thank you Kitten,” he whispered with a smile, his hands clasping on yours gently.

“Thank you Hitoshi.”

Life is made up of many firsts, some that would test the age of time. And you hoped to cherish the memories that would also follow after, for as long as your mind would keep them.

[fbfh]

“forever” paxton hall-yoshida x reader

genre: fluffy romance + mutual pining (not too slowburn tho lol)

word count: 3.4k

au: none?? jock x theatre nerd ig

pairing: Paxton x broadway baby!reader 

requested: yes !! i hope u like it uwu

warnings: one hell one motherfucking and i think that’s it for swearing?? um brief self deprecating/talking bad abt urself from paxton (bby boy needs a self love boost), reader and paxton are home alone together for a little while but nothing bad happens, uh,,, i think that’s it

summary: when Eleanor can’t run lines with you, she sends over a very attractive, mutually pining substitute.

reccomended songs: “Seventeen” - Tuck everlasting OBC, “The Kiss” -The Princess Diaries score

a/n: i’m p sure i kept the reader p gender neutral but there’s implied slightly long hair, and you play the lead (a girl named winnie) in ur schools production of tuck everlasting but like it’s theatre so anyone can play anyone lol,, this took so got dam long bc i’m fucking s o f t for jock x artist and it just sorta happened lol aLsO,, not super thoroughly edited so there might be a typo or two?? im tired lol

requests r open <3

You had only ever seen two athletes present during rehearsals. Once when Madeline (who at the time was playing Penny in your production of Hairspray) was dating a guy from the soccer team. The other was when the star of the basketball team had come in to give your choreographer pointers for the basketball scenes during High School Musical. 

Until now.

You had run onstage part of the way through “Live Like This”, which wasn’t out of the ordinary since so much progress had been made on the costumes. You were still tying the ribbon on your pinafore as you jumped into the song, but when your eyes met a face in the usually empty auditorium, you faltered. You almost sang the wrong verse, but recovered quickly, continuing with the blocking. What felt like a moment later, the number was almost done and you were nearing the end of your counterpoint with Mae Tuck - played by Eleanor, of course. Who could be better for the part? You held out the last note, trying to stay in character despite all the distractions in the back of your mind. You had to talk to Eleanor when the director called for 10; she’d started telling you how Devi was being weird recently. Also, what the Hadestown was Paxton Hall-Yoshida doing chilling in the auditorium? You shoved all that away, focusing on staying in character until the director called for a break. 

‘I want to go to the fair. I want to go so badly! I just need a change, need to get out of this house for a little while. I never do anything, so this can’t be asking for too much, right?’ 

You projected all that into your everything - face, voice, mannerisms, energy.

“Hold!” 

Everyone froze.

The director wrote a few things on his paper, sighed, and underlined something several times. 

“Okay, good job! I need to revise some of the blocking, then we’ll do notes, so take ten.” Your sudden nerves had definitely made you pitchy, you knew that would be one of your notes for sure. 

A chorus of “Thank you ten”s erupted, and you immediately ran to Eleanor, telling the others good job as you passed. 

You leaned in and started speaking to her, quietly.

“Okay you need to finish telling me about Devi, and that other news you’re being so cryptic about! Also, what’s up with Fierro over there?” you nodded towards Paxton hoping he wouldn’t see, and you noticed Fab is sitting near him. You realized they’re probably waiting for Eleanor and/or Devi. That must be it, he’s been hanging out with them lately, right? Eleanor gasped.

“You’re right! Paxton is such a Fierro!”

You cringed inwardly a little bit as her voice carried through the auditorium, mixing with the others. Your eyes darted over to him for a fraction of a second. Oh god. He was looking at you. Or in your general direction at least. Lena, the costumer, walked around the set gingerly, following you around and getting you out of your dress incredibly carefully as you and Eleanor walked off stage. 

“No! Well, yes- but no. What’s he doing here? Jocks never come here during rehearsals. I saw Fab too, are you guys and Devi getting dinner or something?” You said, entering the auditorium, and stepping out of the dress. You grabbed sweatpants and a silky, floral kimono jacket from your bag to throw over your leotard and tights. She waved back at Fab before sitting down in the front. You both grabbed your fans and dramatically flicked them open in sync. Your wrists fluttered, cooling both of you off.  A knowing, and slightly mischievous, look came on her face. 

“Devi and Fab and I are. Paxton must be here for something… else.” she shrugged, nodding towards Paxton. You looked over again. He was staring at you. You did a double take and tried to hold back your smile. 

“Wh- I do not know to what you are referring.” 

“To what I am referring is the blush on his cheeks.”

You barely held back a nervous, bubbling laugh.

“He is not blushing! Why would he be blushing!”

“I don’t know,” She shrugged, “Just like how I don’t know that he’s been loitering in the halls outside the music room during your last three solo music rehearsals.”

You struggled for an answer. Before you could form one, you were interrupted.

“Okay, okay what is the best Lin Manuel Miranda musical? Because Kathryn thinks it’s Hamilton-” 

“Duh!”

“-But I think it’s In the Heights! It’s an underrated jewel!” Jonah interjected, still wearing his Jesse Tuck hat. 

You considered for a moment.

“I mean, they’re too different to compare. In the Heights has the same energy as Rent - showcasing what goes on in ordinary people’s lives, and how love ties us all together,” he nodded in agreement, “But Hamilton is on a way larger scale, almost Les Mis meets Fun Home vibes. But in terms of personal preference…” Eleanor scoffed at your answer, and Jonah went back to debate further with Kathryn.

“Anyway,” you turned back to Eleanor to ask her what the hell she meant by Paxton Hall-Yoshida was blushing. But before you could-

“Eleanor, we need you to try on your blue dress again,” Lena was already pulling her away, “I had the empire waist in the right place but half the pins fell out, and it’s just...” And she was whisked away before you could finish the thought. You just had time to help Holly get out her wig pins and drink some lemon water before notes. Eleanor still wasn’t back, so you made sure to write down hers for her. It was pretty standard; be quiet backstage, go over your lines, don’t touch props that aren’t yours, don’t eat in costume, and a couple blocking changes you made note of. After your end of rehearsal warm downs and huddle, everyone left relatively quickly. You ducked into the bathroom to freshen up a little. Sometimes it was hard coming down from such intense energy after rehearsal. You mentally ran through your to do list. You needed to get some more tea, write that essay when you got home, go over your notes- You gasped, cutting off your own train of thought. You ran out of the bathroom to look for Eleanor, still clutching her notes in hand. 

~

Your voice still echoed in Paxton’s ears. He wished he had a whole album of you singing. Your voice made him want to ruin his spotify algorithm by listening to nothing else. You had looked at him a couple times, and his heart had almost stopped. He didn’t know eye contact could be so intense. It’s probably just cause you’re like, the only person in the audience. Where else is she supposed to look? He deflated a little. He heard his name and looked over to you and Eleanor talking together. Hopefully it was about him. Hopefully it was good. He checked his phone, trying to look busy. When he glanced up to see if you were looking, you were gone. He started to look around for you when he saw Eleanor waving at Fab, and sure enough, you were next to her. What he didn’t expect was you dropping your dress to the ground. Time slowed down (and his heart sped up) as you stretched a little, and pulled out sweatpants from your bag.

Wow.

 You had on what looked like a bathing suit on underneath, and a few other people had done the same, but he knew that image would be in his memory, probably forever. His heart was beating in his ears and he knew he must be blushing.

“You okay, Paxton?” Fab asked, a seat or two away. Oh god, he didn’t want people asking why he blushed every time he looked at you! He muttered something about needing to make a call and headed for the doors. Don’t look back at her, don’t look back at her… His eyes involuntarily darted in your direction right before he left. You had on a flowy translucent jacket, your hair thrown back supermodel style as you fanned yourself to cool down. He needed to cool down too. Maybe a cold shower, a really cold shower.

~

You managed to find Eleanor just before she left. Two girls were with her, you had seen Fab once, and you’d heard a lot about Devi, but had never been introduced. 

You gave Eleanor her notes, and she hugged you.

“You’re a lifesaver!” 

“Of course, I-”

“Uh, who’s this?” you looked over, and the shorter girl - Devi, based on what you’d heard about her -  was giving you a weird look. You introduced yourself. 

“Nice to meet you. How do you know Eleanor?” said the taller girl - definitely Fab.

“Oh,” you smiled, “she’s my almost mother in law. And my arch rival,” you counted on your fingers, “my sister, my niece, my lover, my husband, and…” you trailed off, trying to think of the other dynamics your characters had had in past shows.

“Your co-conspirator.” 

“Right,” you laughed. Devi and Fab looked at you two.

“We’re in the musical together.” you clarified. You were about to part ways when you called to Eleanor, “Hey, we’re still on for running lines tomorrow night?” 

“Uh… Sounds good!” she walked away quickly, speaking to Devi and Fab in hushed tones. Something was definitely up. That was typical Eleanor Scheming behavior. 

~

That night, you almost couldn’t sleep. This wasn’t the normal post rehearsal can’t sleep. In fact, Tuck Everlasting was the last thing on your mind as you readjusted your pillows and snuggled into your duvet. You stared at the neon blue stars projected and swirling on your ceiling. You sighed. Again. Your brain was a 24/7 livestream of Paxton Hall-Yoshida to relax/study to. You saw him again, his face in the dimly lit auditorium, Adonis in a sea of faded seats. If you hadn’t been sure before, you knew now that red was definitely his color. You rolled onto your side. Your heart picked up speed as a thought crossed your mind. You could almost see Paxton now, kneeling next to you, his fingertips brushing your cheek. The piano underscore to “Seventeen” ran through your mind. You could imagine him saying “Wait with me, we could share the world…” so vividly it almost hurt. He leaned in, and… 

You let out a loud sigh and rolled over again. Your heart was fully saturated. That’s more than enough pining for tonight. 

~

“Paxton!” 

He was a little surprised when Eleanor just walked up to him at lunch the next day. Most people were too intimidated to approach him out of the blue. 

“I have a plan.”

“Uh, I don’t know what you-”

“Cut the crap, I know you like her.” 

His face blanched. Well, yeah of course he did. Who wouldn’t? He was going to ask Eleanor if there was something he could do to win you over, just not here, not now. Not where everyone could watch and jeer and rib him for it. Just like they were doing now. 

“Woah, dude, who is it?” Trent asked. He fumbled for words. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He hadn’t kept his crush a secret because he was embarrased of you, he’d kept it a secret because his dumbass friends wouldn’t get you. Hell, he barely got you. You were so deep, and emotive, and artistic... 

“Bro, if you like her as much as it seems like you do,” Trent continued, “you gotta win her over.” He was a little shocked at the agreement murmuring through his group of friends. He didn’t know how to respond. Trent turned to Eleanor.

“What’s the plan, drama mama?”

“First of all,” she said, an almost humorously dangerous look on her face, “never call me that again. Second,” she shoved some papers into Paxton’s hands, “meet me in the music room immediately after school.” She started back for her table. Trent looked back over to Paxton. 

“You gotta do it, dude. We’ll cover for you at swim.” 

The rest of his friends agreed. He was pleasantly surprised at how supportive they were being. 

“Yeah, I guess... we’ve got a plan.”

~

The next day went by pretty smoothly. No rehearsal was scheduled since they were finishing construction for some of the sets, but everyone was instructed to do a couple read throughs of the script, focusing on scenes they’re still forgetting, to make sure everyone’s off book. You stopped by 7 Eleven to get a blue slurpee (for homework) and a couple coconut waters (for run throughs). You texted Eleanor on your way to the slurpee machine. 

okay so do you like the mango coconut water or the pineapple one?? It’s the mango one right?? i always forget lmao

sent at 4:16 pm

btw I don’t have that much homework so you can probs come by around 5:30 if you’re ready by then

sent at 4:16 pm

Bae Tuck

OMFG!! I totally forgot about running lines tonight, I can’t make it! :( but I’ll send someone over to help you out. :)

sent at 4:17 pm

You squinted at your screen. That was weird. Eleanor never used colon parentheses smilies. Like, ever. She always used emojis, and usually way more than two per text. 

yeah np, are u good? ♡

sent at 4:17 pm

Bae Tuck

Yes :)

sent at 4:18 pm

Bae Tuck

Also get the passionfruit one 🥥🍠 👀

sent at 4:18

that’s,,, el that’s a sweet potato,,

sent at 4:19 pm

Bae Tuck

Close enough 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

sent at 4:19pm

...Okay? That was definitely weird. You shook it off and headed for the counter to pay. You stopped half way there, and turned back to swap the mango for passionfruit. 

Not long after you had finished your homework and tidied up your room a little, the doorbell rang. You exited the kitchen, drinks in hand, and opened the door. Your heart caught in your throat. Paxton Hall-Yoshida was standing outside. And you were pretty sure he looked nervous. You both just stood there for a second. No one breathed, no one spoke. 

“Uh, hi, do you want to…” you backed up, motioning for him to come inside. 

“Yeah, thanks,” he said, entering the doorway. Paxton motherfucking Hall-Yoshida was in your living room. You held out a hand to him.

“Coconut water?” he took the box, looked at the label, and smiled. 

“Yeah, thanks,” he said again, this time a faint, yet unmistakable note of joy in his voice. He took a sip. He smiled.

“Passionfruit’s my favorite.” You silently thanked Eleanor, who you knew must have planned all this. Most of the evening was a blur, and you thanked god your family wasn’t home right now. You went upstairs, texted Eleanor asking what the actual fuck, made some surprisingly comfortable small talk, then filled him in on how to run lines. 

“Do you think playing the soundtrack would help you… get into character?” he asked. 

“I would probably just end up singing the whole thing,” You laughed and tried to ignore the butterflies in your chest. The main scene you struggled with was before “Seventeen”. It was harder to get into Winnie’s head because you had no romantic feelings for Jonah, and you always just made each other laugh. You had started with a few easier scenes of Winnie and Jesse, like the fair, and the dialogue before “Top of the World”. 

“That was really good,” he said, and you felt the sincerity of his words. 

“Thanks…” you smiled and took a sip of coconut water, hoping you weren’t blushing too hard. 

“So what next?” he asked. 

“Probably the scene before ‘Seventeen’,” you said, giving him the page and scene number, “it’s one of the hardest ones for me. I guess I just can’t connect to Jonah the way Winnie does.” 

“Huh,” he said, skimming the page. When you looked up at him, he had something between a smile and a smirk playing at his lips. You made yourself look away before you got too distracted. You refused to think about the fact that you were sitting across from Paxton Hall-Yoshida on your bed, in your room, like you were… close with each other. His eyes skimmed the script, finding the dialogue. He glanced up at you and nodded, indicating he found his place. You began.

“I was so afraid you wouldn’t get away,” you said, jumping into character.

“I may be 102, but I can still outrun anyone,” a smile played at his lips. You smiled, then let your face fall.

“I’m so sorry, I-I tried to warn you-”

“No, no,” he interjected almost seamlessly, “It’s okay, it’s… refreshing having someone look after me who isn’t my mom.” His eyes flickered between your face and the page. You smiled with him for a second, then let distress cloud your face.

“Jesse… that man came by my house today. He heard the music box, he knows about you-”

“I know he knows…” 

You continued on with the scene and he trailed off when he came to the sheet music for the song Seventeen. You took in a breath to start the dialogue in the middle of the song, but before you could…

“Six years from now you will turn seventeen,

Turn seventeen,

The same age as me,

Six years from now,

Go to the spring,

Go to the spring and drink…”

He was singing to you. He was looking at you and singing to you. His eyes only flickered down to the page to confirm the lyrics. He was nervous, you could tell. But through his hesitance, the emotion in his voice was sincere. Your heart was beating faster. You didn’t even notice your pulse was ringing in your ears, you were too focused on Paxton. 

“I'll wait for you till you turn seventeen,

Turn seventeen,

The same age as me,

Six years from now,

Go to the spring,

Go to the spring and drink…” Your hand rose to cover your mouth. He hesitated, and you remembered your dialogue.

“Uh, wh-what if I… forget where the spring is?” He reached out and took your free hand in his. Your pulse was off the charts. “I’ll go get you some water. Just… remember to keep it somewhere safe. Somewhere no one will find it.” You got the feeling he wasn’t just talking about the water. You knew he had never really been in a serious relationship before, and it clicked suddenly - if he learned an entire song to duet with you, just how much he must like you. You exhaled a breathy laugh, unsure how to process the sudden euphoria you felt. 

“You make the world sound so… exciting. I just want to drink the water right now!”

“Uh, no. You have to wait.” you both smiled, anticipating the upcoming joke.

“Why?” you ask, “What’s the difference?” You held your breath as he tried not to laugh through the delivery of the punchline. 

“Believe me,” he rubbed his thumb over your hand, “there’s a difference.” You both chuckled, and he continued singing. You were so focused on him, so… touched that he would do all this for you. 

“Winnie, wait with me,

And we could be married,

Winnie, wait with me,

And we'll share the world,

Winnie, you can stop time,

And live like this,

Forever…”

“I could live like this forever,” you echoed.

“Live like this...” you sang in tandem.

“What do you say, Winnie? Do you want to…” he broke character suddenly, and asked, his eyes boring into yours, “Do you want to go out some time?” 

He could see the adorable smile blooming on your face, even from behind your hand. You nodded.

“Yes, I-I would love that,” and you began to sing the last line in the song, “Forever-” 

But before you finished holding out the note, his lips were on yours. His mouth moved slowly, intentionally, against yours. You followed his lead, flustered. He leaned further forward, his palm caressing your cheek. It was everything you imagined it would be, and you had quite the imagination. Your head was angled up and your hands rested themselves on his back, one tracing little shapes. Your shoulders were pressed against each other and neither of you could think. He was so warm. He tasted like coconut and passion fruit, and a distant part of your mind silently thanked Eleanor again. 

You really could live like this forever.

[imissjoongsmullet]

Something Better (1/2)

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Genre: fluff/angst (will lead to smut eventually because hi hello it’s me writing about Chan)

Summary: You and Chan have been best friends since before you can remember but now that you’re in college, things start to feel strange, especially with the way he acts when it comes to your boyfriend.

Read part 2

Warnings: part 1 of 2 (probably), cutesy friendship stuff, lots of stupid banter, bit of suggestive conversations, a good dash of angst, Changbin as your boyfriend (do you need a warning for that lol), oh and though this one is pretty clean, there will be smut in later chapters.

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: Ok so I’m going to try to keep this to 2 chapters but I can’t promise anything. Anyone who follows me knows I tend to get carried away it’s a thing... Also, yes, this is such a cliché trope but BOY DO I LOVE IT! Thanks again for the request. I had a great time writing this!

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Five minutes to four. Almost there. The old man at the front of the auditorium had been droning on about the history of bleebidiblah wherever for the past two hours and you were very much ready for it all to end and for the weekend to begin. You heard a pencil drop beside you and turned to see your friend pick it back up and place it between his upper lip and nose.

“Looking great,” you whispered, fighting back a smile.

“I know,” he snickered, making the thing drop into his lap for the dozenth time that class.

Chan was kind of an idiot. But he was also kind of your best friend. You’d grown up in the same neighborhood and had been inseparable since kindergarten. He was the first person you’d went to when you’d found out Santa wasn’t real, the first person you’d ever sneaked out of the house to go to a party with and the first person you’d ever gotten blackout drunk with; not to mention he was the only one who knew about your irrational fear of oven toasters. He knew everything about you and you knew everything about him. You were a team, tied together so much so, that you’d even decided to follow each other to the same college.

“Hey,” he nudged your shoulder, “how about we go downtown tonight and celebrate the weekend? I heard it’s prolonged happy hour at GB’s.”

The twinkle in his eyes made you want to say yes; it was a very tempting offer. “Can’t,” you replied eventually, scrunching up your nose at him.

“Come on, why not?” said Chan, leaning in and shaking your thigh, “we can go to karaoke after and you can crash at my place. I bought so many Doritos and they’re not gonna eat themselves.”

You bit your lip. “I kind of promised Changbin I’d go over tonight.” You already knew what was coming.

“Again?” he exclaimed a bit too loudly, drawing the attention of some of the other students, “you stayed over like three times this week already.” He sagged in his chair, rolling his eyes at you.

“Don’t be a child,” you retorted shoving him lightly.

That put some of his smile back in place. “You know, I think this Changbin guy isn’t the one for you,” said Chan, pretending to look pensive, “he’s got shifty looking eyes… and his nose is too big.”

You couldn’t keep from chuckling. Dipping down in your chair out of sight of your teacher, you turned to your friend. “You’re so full of shit, what does that even mean?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “maybe he’s having evil, shifty, big-nosed plans and you don’t even know it.”

“Your nose is big too, you know?” you said, pinching his nose.

He slapped your hand away and pinched you back, which made you cry out so loud the teacher went silent, eyes in your direction. Your cheeks flushed hot but just as you were about to apologize to the entire auditorium, the bell rang, pushing everyone around you into motion.

“Oops,” said Chan, eyes full of mischief as he rose from his chair along with everyone else.

You packed your things and followed him, kicking at his heels pettily.

“Seriously though, all the staying over,” Chan went on once you were out in the packed hallway, “sure he isn’t tiring you out?” The wicked grin on his face told you exactly what he meant.

“Chan, I swear if you don’t shut up,” you started but he interrupted fast.

“I just mean, you’re a studious girl,” he explained, grabbing your shoulders and rubbing them, “you can’t have a shifty-eyed boy like him distract you from your super important studies with sexy times.”

“And you taking me out to GB’s is helping me with my studies how exactly?”

“At least I’m not trying to put my dick in you every single night.”

“Chan!” you yelled out, looking around frantically at all the other students within earshot of your conversation.

“Aww,” Chan chuckled, hugging you closer, putting his lips near your ear, “you’re so cute when you’re all flustered.”

You were extremely happy he was behind you and couldn’t see the look on your face because you were even redder than before, staring eyes-wide into space. For as close and you and Chan were, you couldn’t help but feel shy whenever he mentioned sexual stuff around you. Not that you weren’t a sexual person; you just didn’t really know how to act around him when it came to those things. It didn’t help that you felt him all over you now, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand right up.

“Listen,” you said, shrugging out of his grip and trying to compose yourself, “how about we hang out tomorrow night? I’m sure the drinks will be just as toxic and delicious then.”

He came up next to you. “Fine, but you’re buying,” he said, “you’ve been leaving me lonely far too much. I demand compensation.”

You smiled and shook your head. “Fine.”

[I’ll be there in 10]

You hurriedly typed as you left Changbin’s place. You were meeting Chan for coffee. You were supposed to work on an assignment together that afternoon but you felt more than a little distracted after the previous night hadn’t ended up as fun as you’d hoped. You didn’t even really remember how it had started but you and Changbin had gotten into an argument that had lasted for most of the night. It wasn’t anything heartbreaking; it was just frustrating that your relationship wasn’t going the way you’d imagined it. And now you’d have to face Chan and pretend everything was okay because you were far too prideful to give him the satisfaction of saying ‘I told you so’.

He was waiting at your typical spot in the back of the café, his notebook ready on the table. You were happily surprised to find him jotting things down as you walked up. When you sat down, however, you realized he’d just been doodling obscenities in the margins of his book.

“Good afternoon,” you said, closing his book and grabbing the coffee he’d ordered for you.

You felt his eyes on you as you sipped the burning hot drink. You were just waiting for it at this point.

“So,” he started, amusement dripping down his face, “how was last night?”

“Shut up,” you countered, opening up your own book and looking anywhere but at him.

You and Chan were used to working together. Chan always had problems focusing and you were always there to give him the kick in the ass he needed to get the work done. On the other hand, Chan was the one coming up with the most creative ideas for your projects so, despite your differences, you worked quite well off of each other. 

For a while, things were fine: Chan was on his second coffee and the ideas flowed generously; you just had to write them down and turn them into usable content. Things were nice and light as they should be. You took a break and ordered waffles, enjoying them without any mention of Changbin; it was great. You talked about concerts you were excited to go to together in the coming months, showed each other movie trailers of stuff you really wanted to watch together and you laughed at the absolute dumbest things. You thought perhaps it was the caffeine that was making you both so silly.

Unfortunately, after that initial boost of energy, came the inevitable crash.

By the time Chan was picking at the ice at the bottom of his empty third coffee, things were started to shift. You were trying to finish up the assignment but it was clear Chan was starting to get burnt out. Gradually, conversation trickled away from the project at hand and into less productive territory.

“What is it you like about him?” he asked, staring zombie-like into his cup.

“Not now, Chan,” you sighed, eyes on your laptop screen. You felt his fingers at your side, poking lazily.

“No, come on,” he said, voice sleepy, “I wanna know.”

You stopped typing and took a deep breath.

“He’s—” you started, trying to think of something while your head replayed how you’d argued the night before.

Chan let out a chuckle. “Yeah, he sounds great.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you groaned, a little harsher than you’d meant it, “let’s just get this done.”

But Chan didn’t let up. Your inability to define your love for Changbin had apparently made him very eager to tease you and it was getting harder and harder to ignore him.

“I bet he sleeps with his socks on,” he said, sipping his empty drink loudly, “weirdo.”

“Chan please.”

“Tell me he doesn’t.”

“Chan.”

“He totally does, doesn’t he!”

“Chan I swear if you don’t shut up I’m gonna kick you where it really hurts!”

“Fine,” he said, still laughing, putting up his hands in defense, “jeez, I was just having fun.” Then he came closer and, entirely oblivious, wrapped his arms around you tight. “No more coffee for you, it makes you mean.” He gave your temple a quick kiss and, chuckling, got up from his seat.

“Gotta pee, this coffee is going right through me, be right back.” 

It occurred to you, as you watched him walk off, how odd your relationship with Chan was. Or maybe Chan was just an odd person? Or maybe he was simply acting oddly recently? You tried to shrug off the confusing thoughts and instead opened up your phone. The last text from Changbin was right at the top. You clicked it and smiled, rereading the sweet message he’d sent you the day before. You should probably make up with him soon, you decided.

After another half hour of half-assed adjustments, you and Chan finally called it a day.

“If you could input your slides right after mine, I’ll do the touch ups and bring it all to class,” you said, staring at your laptop screen, “we should probably go over it together the day before though.”

Chan’s face was in his arms on the table, looking drowsy. “Yeah, sounds good,” he mumbled, “I’ll type them out by Monday, we’ve got most of the stuff down already, it shouldn’t be hard.”

“Good,” you nodded, finally letting yourself sit back and relax. You closed your eyes in a long yawn as you stretched out your arms. When you opened them again Chan was looking at you.

“Tired huh?” he said, his lips curling up into a knowing smirk.

You stared back at your friend blankly. “You know what? Yes, I am actually. I stayed up most of the night.”

His eyebrows rose up in surprise but he didn’t speak.

“And that’s all I’m gonna say on the matter so can we please wrap this up now?” you added, “I think I should go see Changbin later tonight cause— well, we just have some things to discuss.”

“Wait, hold up,” said Chan, straightening up beside you and, finally, all laughter was wiped from his face, “I thought we were going out tonight.”

The memory of your promise hit you, throwing a small dose of guilt over your head. “I’m sorry, Chan, really. I just got some things to do—”

“Some things to do?” he interrupted, now definitely irritated, “you’re gonna ditch your best friend for some mediocre sex?”

“Chan that’s not what this is,” you started but you knew you’d set him off and there was no going back.

“Whatever,” he snapped, “it’s fine I’ll call some people who actually wanna hang out—”

“Chan—” you tried, shocked at the rapidity with which his mood had switched.

“—instead of someone who’ll leave me for the first boy to give her the least bit of attention—”

“Hey!” you said, getting up from your seat, heating up from the sting of his words.

Chan got up as well, the look in his eyes pained. “I said it’s fine,” he repeated, placing some money on the table and walking out.

(part 2)