#how did they beat mold idiot

[beyblaiddyd]

People literally dont understand what words mean

[rainsoughtflowers]

do you see right through me?

part one

tw/cw - angst, graphic depictions of death and violence.

a/n - woohoo next chapter !!

it only takes you a moment to decide. 

your eyes swiftly scan the options, left to right, down and across, passing over a large variety of bubbly sodas and fruit flavored milk. your attention snags on a small container sitting in the second row, displaying bright orange letters and a small mango on the packaging. the familiar sight of your go-to drink. your fingers smooth out the dollar bill in your hands before slipping it into the machine and, once checking the number, move over to press the corresponding buttons. you step back slightly, following the sight of the vending machine slowly pushing your drink out of its row. it drops to the bottom with a soft thud, and you reach down to push open the flap. 

another hand slips in before you, successfully grabbing the container, causing you to glance up and meet seung-bin's delighted eyes. 

he holds it up, inspecting the bright letters printed on the front, "mango flavored milk?" he asks, smirking.

you slowly straighten, nodding your head slightly, "yes. it's my favorite." you reach out your hand, intending to retrieve it, but seung-bin is quicker, swiftly pulling it out of reach and over his head. 

"really? your favorite? it must be good then. i think i want to try it." you blink slowly at him, processing his words, studying his cocky smile, amused eyes and arrogant nature. ah, he was picking on you. it was no surprise, really. although seung-bin stayed away from beating up girls, he had no problem messing with them from time to time, especially when he was bored. you just happen to be the unlucky victim for the day. 

how annoying. 

you angle your body to face him head on, "there's plenty more in the vending machine. or," you tilt your head, inspecting him carefully, "do you need to borrow money?"

seung-bin's entire face changes in one swift moment. he scowls, lowering the can and taking one intimidating step towards you, "the fuck did you say to me bitch-"

SMACK.

seung-bin blinks, stunned, but he has no chance to move away or curse the culprit as he gets smacked on the back of his head two more times. a silence settles over the hallway, eerily quiet, and the air feels suffocatingly thick. only one person would have the confidence to reprimand seung-bin and get away with it. 

you direct your attention to the perpetrator, feeling your own version of surprise overcome your body when your eyes settle on kyung-jun. you've never been afraid of him, not really, but looking at him then, taking in the seriousness molding his features, the quiet anger directed at his friend, it's almost enough to make you tremble. 

"why do you have to be so damn annoying, huh? don't you have your own money to buy a drink? or did you gamble it all away like an idiot again?" seung-bin flinches at the harsh tone, hanging his head in shame. kyung-jun stares at him for another couple moments before shifting his attention to you. your body seizes at its own accord, but you force yourself to remain steady, never faltering under his intense stare. his hand comes up and latches onto the back of seung-bin's neck, his grip tight, and nods his head in your direction, "go on. give it back."

seung-bin obeys, holding your drink out, and you stare at the offer, noticing the slight tremble in his fingers, the way he refuses to meet your eyes. slowly, you take it, looking at kyung-jun once it's back in your possession. his eyes still haven't left your own. 

"apologize." kyung-jun commands, shoving the boy forward. 

seung-bin steadies himself, looking at your face only for a quick second before lowering his head once more, "i'm sorry." he mutters, his words quick and unsteady. 

"you accept his apology?" kyung-jun asks. you spare a glance at the blond boy in front of you. seung-bin still hasn't moved, either due to fear or complete obedience, you couldn't tell. his hands are clenched tightly at his sides, and his head is still lowered, as if he's afraid of facing any more of kyung-jun's wrath. to be completely honest, not one part of you felt any sort of sympathy towards seung-bin. it was obvious his apology held no real value. still, you didn't feel like dealing with the situation any longer. 

you glance up, meeting kyung-jun's eyes, "yes."

a smile curls his lips, easily resting there. you're not sure what exactly amused him. your response or the situation as a whole? either way, he wraps an arm around seung-bin's shoulder, shaking him slightly, "you hear that? she was nice enough to forgive you. say thank you."

"thank you." seung-bin chokes out. 

kyung-jun breathes out a laugh, shaking seung-bin once more before pulling him along. the two walk away, and you turn, observing kyung-jun's back as his figure gets further and further away. when he's gone, you look back down at your drink, inspecting the small container with confusion. why did kyung-jun help you? was it his way of repaying you for the umbrella? was he bored? you replayed the scene in your head, assessing. his annoyance with seung-bin was genuine, but was it because he was messing with a girl, or was it you specifically?

you shake away the thoughts, distracting your mind by opening the plastic seal and taking a sip. it didn't matter what kyung-jun's intentions were. it probably wouldn't happen again, meaning, you could learn to forget about the situation entirely. you were kind to him, he repaid you back, and the two of you could go back to living your lives separately, just like before. the way it's suppose to be. 

you could forget about the rapid pounding of your heart, and the ghost of a smile threatening to settle on your lips. 

unlike before, you wake up quickly. 

your eyes snap open, darting around the room as your breathing picks up in only a couple short breaths. music plays overhead, and you feel the sturdiness of the wall against your back, your legs spread out in front of you. your classmates are scattered around the room, some still laying flat on the floor, others slowly getting up as their senses return. across from you, kyung-jun pushes himself into a sitting position, and you watch as his face twists in discomfort and confusion. his eyes scan his surroundings, and when they meet your own, it feels like the only thing grounding you at the moment. 

what happened last night? why did we fall asleep here?

the sound of footsteps echo in the hall, and you tear your eyes away to find yoon-seo rushing towards the window. she stops, a small, barely legible cry escaping her lips. she stumbles back, glass crunching under her feet, causing your eyes to deviate from her body towards the ground. there's a trail of blood there, leading down the hall, stopping at the window, which has been shattered to pieces. the images come back rapidly to you then. one after the other, bombarding you with gruesome scenes from the night before. the screams. the pounding. heo-yool, dead outside, no longer breathing. 

beside you, you feel your hands begin to tremble.

a chorus of chimes echo in your ears, followed by a small vibration against your leg. you hastily reach for your phone, picking it up and turning on the screen just as an alarm blares from above. 

BEFORE THE END OF THE LAST VOTING, THE POLICE OFFICER USED THEIR POWER. CHOI JU-WON WAS EXECUTED BY THE MAFIA. CHOI JU-WON WAS THE MAFIA.

PARTICIPANTS, PLEASE FIND THE MAFIA AND START VOTING. 

yoon-seo is the first to break the silence, hastily glancing around the room, "where's ju-won?" 

no one answers, and you do a quick survey of the room yourself. sure enough, the boy wasn't to be found. 

woo-ram stumbles to his feet, "the announcement," he points to the ceiling, his voice rising in volume with every word he speaks, "who's making the announcement? why do we keep hearing this right now!" 

"the broadcasting room is on the second floor," hyun-ho realizes, nudging dong-hyun in encouragement, "let's go over there, let's go!"

hyun-ho, dong-hyun, woo-ram and a couple of others run towards the stairs, their footsteps gradually getting softer and further way. you release another shaky breath, slowly pushing yourself against the wall and standing up straight.

just then, a yell echoes from the distance, the sound blended with such unfiltered horror it causes your entire body to grow rigid in fear. yoon-seo wastes no time in rushing towards the sound, followed by the rest of your classmates. you force yourself to trail after the crowd.

you find yourselves in the boys bathroom, a swift scan revealing da-bum slowly backing away from one of the stalls, along with a large puddle of blood spreading beneath it. the metallic scent of it is so heavy it sits on your tongue, and you have to reach your fingers up to press against your nose to filter the smell.

kyung-jun curses, pushing jun-hee forward, "shit. class president, go open it."

jun-hee hesitates before slowly approaching the door, tentatively pushing it open. he backs away immediately after, and you catch a glimpse of a body, slumped against the wall, his head bashed in and barely recognizable. a sick feeling settles in your stomach.  

jun-hee's lip trembles, as do his words when he speaks, "he's dead."

everyone is quiet. some people hide their faces or avert their eyes, while others can't seem to remove their gazes away from the scene. you fall into the latter category. every time you blink, you hope that it changes. that the blood disappears and ju-won gets up, unharmed. or that you'll wake up on the bus, realizing it was all just a bad dream. 

"the mafia," da-bum sputters, glancing around at his classmates, "t-this is because of the mafia game. what if we all die too?"

kyung-jun grabs him by the collar, shaking him aggressively, "shut up, you bastard. no one's fucking dying."

"heo-yool died." you mumble, earning kyung-jun's attention. his snaps his head towards your own, dark, intense eyes watching you carefully. your hands slowly tighten around your skirt, shaking ever so slightly, "and now ju-won, too. people are already dead because of this game."

he doesn't answer. you don't expect one. what could he say? you blink once more, and although the scene refuses to change, you can imagine it. the brutal murder that occurred while you were asleep. the banging, the screams, the blood slowly spreading across the floor and drying. all while you were fucking asleep. unaware. 

you rush out of the room, stomach turning even more, almost to the point of sickness. you brace yourself against the wall, trembling violently as you eagerly gulp down several deep breaths. when that doesn't calm you down, you squeeze your eyes shut, praying the images branded at the front of your vision would go away. you didn't want to think about it anymore, to see it. don't think don't think don't think don't-

someone bumps into your shoulder, and you open your eyes, watching in bewilderment as your classmates start rushing past you. where are they going? did something happen? someone shoves you lightly, and you glance up into kyung-jun's face, "come on, we're leaving."

you furrow your brows in confusion, "to where? the bus is gone."

"i don't fucking know! but anywhere is better than here!"

you step back in surprise, having not expected the harsh tone of his words nor the sour expression on his face. kyung-jun, even more unexpectedly, appears as if he immediately regrets his words or tone. he clenches his jaw, fingers opening and closing by his side. hesitance lays itself around his shoulders, looking over, a shackle of torment. it's all so unlike him. with the things kyung-jun has done, he never seems to carry any sort of guilt. it's a burden he passes to other people. 

so why was that look on his face?

you push yourself away from the wall, coming to a decision, "okay. let's go."

you walk past him, and it only takes a couple moments for kyung-jun's footsteps to fall in line with your own. you don't speak the entire way, not until you reach the lobby and push open the doors. you're the last ones to leave the building, a quick scan revealing each of your classmates already outside, rushing out. kyung-jun rushes towards the stairs, his feet landing on the first step, but the alarm blares to life again. he stops.

THE GAME HAS TO BE PLAYED WITHIN THE DESIGNATED AREA.

the announcer repeats the phrase a couple more times, almost like a warning. unease starts to build steadily within your chest. 

a vibration occurs within your pocket, and you reach in and pull out your phone, seeing the same warning displayed on the screen with big, bold letters. your eyes find kyung-jun's, who has done the same. irritation and perplexity lay visible on his expression, "fuck, seriously?"

you glance around, wondering what exactly determines the game area. at first you believe it's impossible to tell, and your class would either have to take a chance and leave or stay locked inside the building until further notice. but then you see it. a white line that wasn't there before, right in front of the road. how did you not notice it? it was nighttime when you arrived, but surely you'd see the peculiar placement of it. did you enter the game when you stepped inside?

"guys, hold on." jun-hee yells, and you spot him at the front, near the boundary. he turns around, garnering everyone's attention, "don't leave and stay for a moment."

"why?" a student yells, causing a thoughtful look to befall jun-hee's expression. 

"something's strange." he determines finally. 

sang-hwan, the student who spoke before, steps forward, "do you believe bullshit like this?" when jun-hee doesn't answer he swears, bolting towards the line, "fuck, whatever! let's go!"

a rush of voices fill the air, a mixture of sang-hwan's name and people yelling at him to stop. you find yourself stepping forward again, but kyung-jun is pulling you back, his grip firm, "hey, hey!"

but it's too late. even if you wanted to do something to save them, sang-hwan and hyeong-seok, his friend who blindly reached out to him, pass the line. they stop just several meters from it.

LEE SANG-HWAN IS BEING EXECUTED FOR BREAKING THE RULE. KIM HYEONG-SEOK IS BEING EXECUTED FOR BREAKING THE RULE.

breaking...the rule? executed? 

both boys stumble, pained expressions distorting their features as they clutch at their heads and yell in agony. they look just like heo-yool did the night before he was executed. not themselves. what did they hear? what did they see? they turn towards one another, considering the other for a moment, and your brain can't fully comprehend what happens next. not until they run at full speed and bash their heads together. 

a scream escapes your throat, but it's drowned out by the yells and cries coming from the rest of your classmates. they do it once more, over and over again, the sickening crunch of bones breaking and blood spurting resounding across the space. your hands shakily reach up to cover your ears, but it doesn't cease the sounds. you shuffle back slightly, a cry being pulled out of you when you trip over your feet and land on the ground. a rock is being used now, the sharp end already coated in blood, and you close your eyes as the sharp end meets flesh, lowering your head and praying for it to be over. 

CRUNCH.

SCREAM.

THUD.

you finally return to your senses when the alarm goes off, the announcers familiar voice declaring what you already knew. 

LEE SANG-HWAN AND KIM HYEONG-SEOK WERE CIVILIANS. 

were. what an ugly word. and all it took was a minute for it to change. 

-

it's quiet. 

around you, your classmates are scattered throughout the lobby. some stay huddled in groups, trembling in fear, while others remain alone, staring blankly into space. your own body sits at the top of the stairs, knees pulled to your chest, blinking slowly in a trance. yoon-seo and jung-won are a couple steps down, falling into the former category of hugging each other in order to provide comfort. how exactly did you get here? the last thing you remember was being on the ground, unable to tear your eyes away from the dead bodies on the road. was it yoon-seo? jung-won? kyung-jun? unlikely for the latter. you search for him in the room, spotting him at the front desk. he sits on top, his arms supporting himself as he leans back. he, too, stares at the ground, not a trace of his usual anger or amusement found on his face. 

seung-bin, surprisingly enough, is the one who breaks the silence first. he throws his phone across the ground in frustration, reaching his fingers up to his hair as if to pull it out, "fuck! seriously, why is the phone not working? fuck!"

da-bum scatters towards the device and picks it up, nervously handing it back to the blond. seung-bin sneers at him, snatching it away.

mi-na speaks next, trembling, "what do we do now? won't we die if we stay here?"

"the teacher will come soon." jun-hee announces, but you're not sure if he's trying to reassure your classmates or himself, "let's wait."

"no one's coming." ji-soo cries, her bottom lip quivering. her eyes are bloodshot, and there are tear streaks dried on her face, "how long do we have to stay with the dead bodies? i don't want to!"

"don't call them 'the dead bodies.' " eun-ha scolds, earning her a scoff from the other girl.

"but they're dead. they're dead. what am i supposed to call them? hey!" she turns to jun-hee, angry tears now spilling down her cheeks, "say something! we need to go home!"

"ji-soo," you mumble. your voice must be unexpected, because she immediately quiets down. you can feel the attention of the room on you as you speak, "please be quiet. you crying is not helping anyone. and you saw what happened to them trying to leave. you still say that? leave by yourself then."

her eyes harden as she takes a step forward in your direction, but her boyfriend, yu-jun, immediately pulls her back. once he's assured that she's calmed down, he turns to so-mi, "do you really not know when the teacher's coming back?"

so-mi stops nervously biting her nail, sending a harsh look at yu-jun, "i don't. he can't be reached. how should i know?"

everyone is silent at that, the gravity of the situation dawning upon them. you lower your head once more, pressing your fingers against your temple. we're so fucked.

yoon-seo suddenly gets up, scrambling up the stairs in a hurry. jung-won calls out her name, but when the girl doesn't answer, she decides to follow after her, along with jun-hee several beats later. you think about following them as well, but you feel numb, and your legs feel weak, refusing to move an inch. perhaps not then. you probably wouldn't be of much help anyways. 

you drop your head back into your hands, squeezing your eyes shut. if you concentrated hard enough, the echo of breaking bones disappears. 

time passes, and it's much of the same. several of your classmates are full on sobbing now, while others talk amongst themselves, trying to think of solutions. you continue sitting alone, listening to the sounds, staring at the dirt on your shoes. your fingers now clutch the edge of your skirt, twisting the fabric, pulling at the threads. you really should stop that. your last skirt was still at the seamstress getting fixed. 

eventually, yoon-seo, jung-won and jun-hee return, pulling a whiteboard to the front of the room and scribbling on it with a marker. jun-hee motions for everyone to gather around, accentuating the importance of the discussion. you shakily get up, slowly walking down the steps and pausing at the outskirts of the huddled group. jun-hee points to the board, which now has a map taped beside their notes, and explains the situation briefly. while they were looking around the game area they found a trail, which should lead into a village. 

"what if you leave and die like they did earlier?" jin-a asks, skeptical, "what will you do then?"

"i know. isn't it too dangerous?" joo-young pipes in.  

"no, it's safe as long as you don't cross the line. i think we can keep walking to the end." jun-hee explains. murmurs erupt across the room, people exchanging unsure glances. you don't blame them. after seeing what happened just an hour before, anyone would be scared of venturing outside. but if the risk could find a way home, maybe it would be best to try.  

"it sucks to keep waiting. it won't be a bad idea to try going there," you're not sure if your ears are playing tricks on you, but sure enough, a quick glance in the direction of the voice reveals that it was kyung-jun who spoke, surprising nearly everyone in the room, including yourself. he's actually agreeing with jun-hee? why? "but do we all need to go? it'd be fucking inefficient."

jun-hee nods in understanding, "you're right. we can't all go," he grows quiet for a moment, considering, before making up his mind, "i'll go on my own."

yoon-seo steps forward, "i'll come with you, then."

"no, you should stay, the trail might be treacherous.

jung-won also steps forward, holding onto yoon-seo's arm to softly pull her back, "he's right. you don't want to slow him down. let's just stay."

a worried look crosses over yoon-seo's face, "he can't go alone."

so-mi loops her arm through woo-ram's, all to eager to please as she jumps at the opportunity presented, "we'll come with you."

woo-ram looks at the girl in bewilderment, "w-why me?"

so-mi ignores the boys protests, turning towards her friends. "na-hee, ji-soo and yu-jun, you're coming too, right?"

ji-soo shakes her head, looking slightly offended that the girl would ask in the first place, "no, i'm not going."

"well, i won't go either then." yu-jun agrees, causing so-mi to scoff. 

"don't you have any sense of loyalty?" the couple look away in shame, so she directs her attention to na-hee, "na-hee, you're not coming either?"

the girl looks startled for a moment, unsure on how to answer. her dilemma is cut short when hyun-ho steps up, a confident smile on his lips, "look at you guys. you're too weak to hike properly." he steps to the front, pulling dong-hyun along, "we'll come too."

unsurprisingly, na-hee steps forward, raising her hand slightly, "i-i'll go too."

eun-ha steps forward to volunteer as well, but her friends pull her back. worry seeps into their voices and faces, doing anything to convince her to say. their conversation is too low for you to hear, but whatever eun-ha says as she holds onto their hands seems to work, since they let her go with small reluctance. 

the group is decided then. you step towards yoon-seo, patting her softly on the back to reassure her. you then turn towards jun-hee, holding up your phone, "be safe. use the group chat on the game if anything happens. it should work."

jun-hee smiles softly, nodding in understanding. he turns to the group, which form a small circle away from the current one. they begin discussing their plan of motion, and you watch the exchange for a moment before turning to leave. 

you reach your room, opening and closing the door with practiced ease. it clicks shut, and you immediately slump against the wooden frame, sliding down until you hit the floor. a heavy weight presses down on your chest, overwhelming, and you have to sit there for a moment, curling your fingers around your skirt to steady yourself. if they didn't find anything, what then? would you simply have to play by the game's rules? and if so, how did you even go about finding the mafia? 

you release a deep breath, banging your head against the back of the door. the thump is soft, very unlike the ones from this morning, and you repeat the motion a couple more times. eventually, a dull ache starts to form, urging you to stop and blink away the pain. you glance around the room, noting na-hee's things laid messily around her side of the area, a disaster compared to your own bare space. right. you still haven't unpacked. should you do that now? it'd be a good distraction. 

a bit of green catches your eye, the fabric sticking out of your duffel bag. curious, you slowly stand up, walking over and pulling it out. kyung-jun's jacket lays in your lap, your fingers softly roaming across it with slight curiosity. with everything that transpired, you completely forgot about it being in your possession. the scene replays in your mind, recalling kyung-jun's red ears, the warmth the piece of clothing provided, and your pounding heart. questions you had back then return, lingering, unrelenting. 

everything was so confusing. the game, kyung-jun's interactions with you as of late. it made your emotions feel like a mess, all of it impossible to pinpoint and sort through. still, there was at least one thing you could work through at the moment.  

-

with kyung-jun's jacket folded neatly in your arms, you begin wandering around the building in search of it's owner. your first stop was the lobby, hoping he was still there, but arriving provided no sight of the boy, not even any of your other classmates. you pause, considering your options for a moment. is he in his room? unlikely. you would've heard voices outside your door. the gym? it wouldn't hurt to look. maybe even the pool would be a good place to check. coming to a conclusion, you direct your steps towards the gymnasium. 

on the way there you pass by the arcade and snack bar. you recall reading about the rooms while browsing through the app, but with no staff present, it didn't seem worth trying to go in. the arcade's door is still shut, which you expected, but you cease your movements entirely when you notice something odd. the shutters for the snack bar are pulled up, and if you strained your ears to listen, you could hear voices inside. 

you slowly step towards the entrance, surprised, but also relieved, to find kyung-jun inside. he sits at a table with seung-bin and jin-a, all three of them eating out of ramen cups. they glance up at your arrival, and your eyes dart between the three. seung-bin and jin-a wear annoyed looks, glaring at you from across the room in an attempt to intimidate you into leaving. kyung-jun, on the other hand, simply stares at you, but there's a ghost of a question passing over his expression. 

you clear your throat, slowly holding up the jacket, "i just...came to return this." you mumble quietly. seung-bin and jin-a's expressions morph into shock, turning their heads towards their friend in disbelief. kyung-jun ignores their questioning stares, simply nodding his head towards a nearby table. 

"leave it there." he states simply, before resuming his previous task of eating. 

you do as told, placing the fabric gently on a nearby table. seung-bin and jin-a have gone back to staring at you, and their attention starts to have the desired effect. you avert your eyes, turning around to leave, only to pause at the sound of your name being called. slowly, you turn back around.

"you like peanuts, right?" seung-bin asks, and there's a mischievous grin on his lips. the one he uses when he's about to say or do something for his own sick enjoyment, "there's some chocolate bars on the shelf, you should try it. they're good."

you blink slowly, unsure whether seung-bin was actually this dumb or if he was playing another game. you open your mouth to speak, only for kyung-jun to do so before you, "hey, are you stupid? she's allergic to peanuts."

seung-bin laughs, sending you a fake apologetic smile, "right, sorry. i forgot."

he didn't. everyone in the class knew about your allergy, whether they wanted to or not. it was so severe that anytime food was brought in, the school had to check it to make sure it didn't have any possibility of harming you. you even carried an EpiPen in the pocket of your skirt, just in case.

a little annoyed now, you turn to leave again, intending to ignore seung-bin's antics and his childish behavior. best not to provoke it. but then a smack echoes in the room, the sound occurring three times in equal succession. you glance back, spotting seung-bin's shocked eyes and kyung-jun's raised hand. he sneers at the blond boy across from him, "no wonder girls don't like you. and i thought it was because of your face."

seung-bin stops laughing, awfully quiet.

kyung-jun clicks his tongue at him, his annoyance slowly diminishing as he grows satisfied at seung-bin's cowered state. eventually, he lifts his eyes towards your own, nodding his head towards the fridge, "go on. there's mango on the bottom shelf."

you glance towards the fridge, contemplating his offer. normally you would deny, considering it was most likely a trap. but the thought of food made your stomach ache, and you realized with a start that you haven't eaten since the night before. without second guessing yourself you cross the room towards the fridge, opening it up to reveal a variety of drinks. sure enough, on the bottom shelf, sits a mango flavored yogurt drink. you reach in and pick it up, sparing one last glance towards kyung-jun before leaving the room in a hurry. 

it hits you as you're walking through the halls. you stop entirely, slowly glancing down to stare at the container in your hand. huh, he remembered you liked mango. and about your allergy. you didn't think kyung-jun paid attention to those kind of things. you thought he didn't care about anyone but himself. lately, however, he seemed to be proving your initial assumptions about him wrong. a funny feeling settles in your chest at the realization, something quiet and warm. it slowly creeps up your neck and settles on your face. 

your phone vibrates in your pocket, pulling you away from your thoughts. you take it out, turning on the screen, and any semblance of warmth you had was gone without a trace when you read the announcement. 

your hand drops to your side, a numbness taking over your body. 

dong-hyun is dead.

-

everyone is gathered in the lobby. anxiousness takes root into everyone's lives, and it's even more apparent as you wait for jun-hee's group to return. your foot is tapping against the floor, your nails pressed against your lips as you continuously look back and forward between the door and your shoes. it's when mi-na breaks the silence and announces their arrival do you lower your hand, rushing forward. 

you falter when you approach jun-hee, realizing that your fears were correct. the class president doesn't meet your eyes, a vacant look reflected in them as he stares at the ground. he looks defeated, as does everyone else around him. na-hee is leaning heavily on hyun-ho, sporting what appears to be a broken ankle, and the athletes eyes shine with unshed tears.

"what happened?" you breathe out. 

they don't reply. everyone looks away in shame. 

mi-na steps forward, glancing between each member of the group in search of something, anything, "hey, say something. where's dong-hyun? what on earth happened?"

"he thought..." so-mi begins, her bottom lip trembling. a sniffle escapes her, "he thought the white line disappeared...and went to check on it, but he slipped."

it feels like a punch to the gut, hearing her words. it strikes itself into the soft tissue of your flesh, throbbing insistently, and you have to force yourself to breathe when it begins to ache.   

kyung-jun walks up, stopping in front of jun-hee, "what about the village. how far did you go?" jun-hee doesn't answer, which is an explanation in itself. still, kyung-jun stares in disbelief, his anger rising along with his tone, "you said you'd find people and ask for help! did you?!" 

jun-hee's eyes never leave the ground, and he has to all but force the words out, "we can't go. it's all blocked by the lines."

kyung-jun breathes out a shaky breath. his jaw tightens, and he turns around, throwing his phone on the ground with a curse. it slides across the floor, landing at your feet. you glance at it, feeling completely and utterly numb as jun-hee's words repeat in your mind, over and over again. so you're trapped. you have to play. if you don't abide by the rules or find the mafia, you'll die. 

how did it come to this?

you reach down and pick up the phone. kyung-jun's case is black, with a red stripe going down the right side. his wallpaper is a photo of a basketball player, probably one in the states. you don't recognize it. you glance back up, searching for his face, studying the tension in his bones and the frustration in his eyes. 

how long until that anger diminishes, and there's nothing left but a trace of himself? 

you march up to him, and kyung-jun only has a moment to turn and regard you before you're forcefully grabbing his hand and slapping the phone into the palm of it. he blinks in surprise, but you don't say anything as you walk away, disappearing up the steps, an echo of a thought resounding in your head.  

kyung-jun could die in this game, and the thought of that haunts you. 

- 

it's nighttime now, and there have been no new developments. no new solutions, and no voice to direct you in the game. you're not exactly sure what happens now. do you discuss potential candidates for mafia? do you find another way around the rules? 

you turn the corner, pausing when you spot yoon-seo and jung-won at the end. they're talking to da-bum, and the conversation must have just ended, for the boy turns and walks away. you approach the two girls.

"kyung-jun?" you question, to which they nod. you sigh softly in response. of course. you didn't understand why da-bum continued listening to him. he wasn't small by any means. if he tried, he could probably stand his own against either of the three delinquents in a fight. it must be his meek personality that stops him from doing so. 

just then you hear cursing and yelling, and the sound of repeated banging. you all share a look before rushing towards the source of the sound, leading you to an office. jun-hee is inside, slamming a phone repeatedly against the desk while he spews out several different curses. 

"hey! jun-hee!" yoon-seo rushes forward, preventing jun-hee from continuing his previous actions. beside you, jung-won turns on the lights, washing the room in light and revealing the messy space, "what are you doing?" the phone rings again, and the four of you glance towards it, "isn't that a phone call? what's wrong?" she reaches down to pick up, but jun-hee turns around and takes it from her, slamming it back down.

"just leave it." he mutters.

"what's wrong?" rather than be angry, yoon-seo's voice softens, her eyes creased in worry.

"it's all fake."

"what?"

jun-hee picks up the phone, showing the cut off cord, "the wire wasn't even connected."

you stare at it in disbelief, "seriously?" how did that make any sense? how could the phone ring when it wasn't even connected? and why?

yoon-seo begins checking other phones, her search producing the same result. you glance around the room, rushing towards computers and clicking on mouses and buttons on the monitor. nothing. opening the cabinets  beneath the desk provide a similar outcome.

"look at this." you turn towards jung-won, who holds up a binder. inside, there's nothing. not even blank sheets of paper, "it's empty."

"this is hopeless, isn't it?" you mumble. your words feel heavy in the air, and a small part of you regrets voicing it out loud. 

the four of you trickle out of the room, finding some couches nearby. you slump into the seat, staring at the ceiling while processing the past 10 minutes. none of it made sense. was some sort of supernatural being involved? did someone piss off the gods? 

yoon-seo breaks your contemplative state with a question, "why on earth do you think the person who created the mafia game is doing this?"

"to torture us probably." you mutter bitterly. no one disagrees. 

yoon-seo straightens, determination settling on her features, "we need to first figure out who created this game and why."

"where do you think the creator of this game is? were the only ones here right now." jung-won questions.

"what if they come once we fall asleep? that's when they killed ju-won too." jun-hee reasons, only for yoon-seo to shake her head.

"they said the mafia killed ju-won, but our classmates are the only ones on the participants list."

"yoon-seo's right," you chime in, "anyone else would've been on the list. this is between our classmates."

"then," jun-hee begins, concern building steadily on his face, "does that mean one of us killed ju-won?"

yoon-seo nods, albeit a bit hesitantly, "if its according to the rules, i guess so."

you tried to imagine it. one of your classmates, people you've spent the year with, killing someone in cold blood. it was hard. but then again, did they have a choice? it's not like they wanted to be apart of the mafia team. it was just bad luck, plain and simple.

you stand up, gaining your friends attention, "it's gonna be midnight soon. should we find the others?"

jun-hee nods, pushing himself up as well, "yeah, let's go."

the four of you venture down the hall, searching for any sign of your classmates. just as you turn the corner you run into woo-ram, whose entire body sags in relief at the sight of your group. behind him, hyun-ho and na-hee approach. 

woo-ram goes up to jun-hee, holding his hands, "hey, i looked everywhere for you. let's go, everyone is about to vote."

jun-hee's eyes widen in disbelief, "they're going to vote again after heo-yool died?"

woo-ram looks down in shame, "the game has to end for us to leave. we have no choice."

"even so, how can we do that again?" yoon-seo asks, and her intention is clear. 

how can we pick someone to die?

yoon-seo shakes her head more forcefully now, refusing woo-ram's words, "we need to stop them. we shouldn't vote."

"how can we stop them?" jung-won asks, a thoughtful look crossing over her face, "we need a plan to persuade them."

"i'll persuade them," jun-hee announces, facing woo-ram once more, "are they all gathered?"

the boy shakes his head, "no, they're in several rooms."

"let's gather everyone first."

 "i'll help too." na-hee chimes in.

yoon-seo startles suddenly, glancing between everyone currently present, "where is da-bum?"

"oh," you mumble, coming to the same conclusion. she knew who da-bum was with, but not where. this wasn't good, "kyung-jun figured out a way to open the snack bar. he's probably there."

hyun-ho lets out a harsh breath, "geez, those damn bastards. they really get on my nerves."

jun-hee nods his head towards the stairs "come on, lets go."

everyone rushes towards the snack bar, every second that passes making the agitation in jun-hee's and hyun-ho's demeanor grow. when you arrive, jun-hee throws open the door, yelling at the trio. you're the last one in, and you catch a glimpse of da-bum on the floor, held down by seung-bin and jin-a. kyung-jun sits in a chair across from him, and he glances up at your arrival, meeting your eyes for a brief moment. 

"that's enough," jun-hee rushes over to da-bum, pulling jin-a off while yoon-seo pulls seung-bin away. he looks between the three culprits, and you can't remember the last time you've seen jun-hee look so pissed off. it was a little scary, "what are you guys doing?"

none of them answer, so you take the opportunity to walk over and help yoon-seo in pulling da-bum off the floor. you can feel kyung-jun's eyes watching your every movement. 

hyun-ho tsks in mock disappointment, "one against three? aren't you embarrassed of yourselves?"

kyung-jun stands up then, ignoring hyun-ho as he yanks da-bum by the collar towards him, "where do you think you're going?"

jun-hee pushes kyung-jun back, but his grip remains strong. jun-hee's frustration spikes, "hey, that's enough. come with us. we need to discuss something."

kyung-jun snaps his attention towards jun-hee, scoffing in disbelief, "why should i listen to you?" when he doesn't answer he shoves jun-hee aside, yelling, "hey! you!"

hyun-ho shoves kyung-jun just as forcefully, "dammit, hey!"

kyung-jun doesn't regain his footing right away, stumbling over a chair. hyun-ho glances at him, up and down, regarding him with little interest. everyone starts to trail out of the room, including hyun-ho, who nudges you along. you spare a glance at kyung-jun, noting his anger, the way he wears it. why couldn't you just leave it at the door, kyung-jun, just this once?

you're almost to the door, next to jung-won, when you hear it. kyung-jun's yell and the sound of a crash. you turn around and a box of candies lay at da-bum's feet. you jump back slightly, startled.

kyung-jun breathes heavily, his lips curled up into a sneer, "why should i listen, you son of a bitch? come here."

hyun-ho glances at the discarded box, releasing a tired sigh, "fucking bastards." he mutters under his breath. he turns around, going over to a can of chips, sizing it up in his hand, "words don't get through to you, huh? you need a beating."

no. you know where this is going. it was expected, of course. the tension the past 24 hours and their frustrations steadily rising, slowing boiling over. but no matter how you look at it, it doesn't end well. 

kyung-jun is rearing back for a punch when you dash forward, only to get pulled back by a pair of arms. jun-hee's hold on you is tight, unrelenting even as you struggle in his grip and scream at him to let you go. but he doesn't listen, and you're forced to watch as the two boys fight. bodies are thrown, objects used to hurt the other. it's when kyung-jun is flipped onto the ground and hyun-ho straddles him, his fingers tight around his neck, do you panic once more, your efforts even more frantic. 

"stop it!" you scream, staring helplessly as kyung-jun's face turns red, his legs thrashing, "stop it, you'll kill him!"

"let the fuck go! let go, you son of a bitch!" kyung-jun screams, his fingers reaching up to rip hyun-ho's fingers away. it doesn't work. 

"will you listen?" hyun-ho threatens. instead of answering, kyung-jun flails around even more, causing hyun-ho to tighten his grip, "will you do as we say!"

"hyun-ho!" you scream.

kyung-jun releases another yell before ceasing his struggle entirely, "alright, you motherfucker!"

hyun-ho finally lets go, and jun-hee releases you. you step forward, watching kyung-jun on the ground. he's breathing heavily, his fingers ghosting over the red marks embedded into the skin on his neck. he finally sits up, his eyes set on hyun-ho, then on a desk towards the side. you switch your gaze between the two, realizing what he had in mind. as kyung-jun picks up the scissors and marches over to hyun-ho you rush forward, gripping his upper arms and pushing him back.

"stop it, just stop!" you plead desperately. 

kyung-jun pauses, glancing down at you. his jaw is tight, his eyes blazing, but they waver when they settle on you.

"what are you thinking, huh?" you whisper, studying his face carefully, trying to find an answer.  your bottom lip trembles as you speak, "getting into fights and trying to...to what? kill hyun-ho? what will people think?"

jung-won comes up behind you, "don't waste your breath," she looks at kyung-jun, who directs his attention to her, "i think they'll all start voting once we give them the go. how about it?" she waves her phone tauntingly, "should i click your name?"

his face twists in anger again, moving his body to step towards her, "you fucking bitch-"

you push kyung-jun back once more, softer this time. he doesn't fight it, and you take another step closer, reaching for his hands and holding them gently in your own. he focuses on you, and once again his demeanor changes, wavering ever so slightly, "please kyung-jun. this isn't some game anymore. people are dying, and you'll be next if you don't stop." you curl your fingers around his own, your grip firm, "put it down, and i swear we won't say anything. please."

he chews the inside of his gums, contemplating your words. he glances up, examining everyone in the room. eventually, he looks back down at you, and slowly, his fingers relax around the scissors, allowing possession to switch to your hand. he backs away, slumping down into a chair in defeat. 

"we'll all gather in the auditorium," yoon-seo announces, pointedly looking at each of the men beaten up on the ground, "you guys should come too." one by one, everyone shuffles out. hyun-ho remains at the door for a moment. kyung-jun lifts up his head, narrowing his eyes in silent hatred. 

"keep the snack bar open for everyone." he turns to leave, but pauses when he notices your failure to follow. he calls out your name, "you coming?"

you don't take your eyes off of kyung-jun, examining his face. there are cuts on his nose and cheek, bruises slowly forming in other places around it. an ache echoes in your chest, a sort of hurt that forms at the sight of someone you care for suffering. your words leave your mouth before you can think better of it, "yes. in a minute. i'll meet you there."

he hesitates for a moment before slipping away, leaving just you, kyung-jun and his friends in the room. kyung-jun is the first to break eye contact, averting his gaze towards the ground, frustration steadily making its way onto his features. he kicks at a stray can, the object sliding across the floor as he swears. 

unfazed, you shorten the distance between you two, reaching over and pulling on his jacket. another swear word escapes his lips, harshly pushing your hand away, "get off of me."

"kyung-jun." your voice is cold and serious, a tone you rarely use with anyone. it's a demand. the boy glances up, his glaring even more intensified, but you don't waver, standing your ground, waiting patiently for the moment his resolve falters. when it does, kyung-jun swears one last time before getting up. he trails after you silently. 

you lead him to the infirmary, pushing the door open and stepping inside. you stop by one of the beds, facing him for a moment to speak, "sit." you tell him, and he slumps down without a word. even so, kyung-jun complains silently. his fingers grip the sheets beneath him, and his head hangs low, the tic in his jaw moving from time to time. was he sulking? the sight of it is almost cute if you weren't so angry with him. 

you step towards the nurses desk, opening cabinets and grabbing the supplies you need. when you return, you have a box of band-aids, q-tips and a bottle of disinfectant. you take your position on the space beside kyung-jun, your knees brushing, your body angled towards his own. he glances at you, at the supplies in your hand, and grumbles before mirroring your body language. nervousness builds in your throat, and you swallow thickly to let it pass before starting. 

you get to work patching up his face. kyung-jun doesn't make a sound. doesn't even move. just stares at you silently, his eyes intense, carefully following your movements as you press the q-tips against the cut on his cheek and across his nose. luckily, your hands don't tremble as they work, and your breaths come out even, despite being so close to his face. gently, you place the last band-aid over his cut, leaning back ever so slightly to inspect your work. 

oh. that was a mistake. 

from your position, you can see kyung-jun's face more clearly. there is no emotion guarding his expression, just kyung-jun, raw and untouched. blue moonlight washes delicately over his features, which, other than the bruising and recent injuries, contains no blemishes. not a freckle or a beauty mark. something settles in your chest then, attention pinned to his roughed up state. it wasn't pity. it was something more tender than that, something similar to the warmth you felt earlier in the day. you can't stop yourself from feeling concern morph its way onto your features, or the way your hand reaches up and touches the bruise on his cheek. kyung-jun flinches, and you retract the slightest bit, but he doesn't move, doesn't speak, just continues examining you silently, waiting. you reach forward and touch it again, gentler this time. he allows you. 

"it must have hurt." you mumble, brushing your fingers across it softly. you recall the fear you felt, the desperation when kyung-jun was on the floor, facing death. an ache builds within your chest, deep inside your bones. 

kyung-jun narrows his eyes in suspicion, "why?"

you blink, tilting your head slightly, "why what?"

"i didn't ask for your sympathy." this time he pushes your hand away, standing up. he looks down at you, his anger slowly returning to it's rightful place, "don't use me as some charity case to fulfill your own moral dilemmas."

you lean back, startled, and you feel your own frustration build. your words are coated thickly in disbelief, "is that what you think this is?"

"what else could it be?"

"do i have to spell it out for you?" you stand up, lifting your head to meet his gaze head on. the words spill out quickly, one after the other, "because i want to, kyung-jun. because i care." you didn't realize the truth of it until you spoke it out loud. when did that happen? when did kyung-jun force himself a place inside your heart? 

kyung-jun retracts slightly, as if he didn't expect that answer. for a moment, his walls crumble, but he's quick to put the pieces back together, "well don't."

he turns, leaving the room with a purposeful stride. you watch him for a moment, still in utter disbelief, before rushing after him, "hey, don't tell me what to feel, kyung-jun." 

"fine!" he snaps, continuing on. he doesn't spare you a single glance, "do whatever you want. i don't give a fuck."

you release a frustrated breath at his response. isn't that funny? how kyung-jun is the only one capable of bringing out these emotions in you. for so long, you felt like a ghost wandering the earth, barely even really alive. an empty shell of a human being. it was a relief to feel so many things at once, even if it was the ugly emotions, "why are you so difficult?"

he swings back around, and you almost bump into him from the suddenness of the motion, "you're the one making this so damn difficult. you're the one who-" he pauses, and if you didn't know any better, you would think it's panic that comes across his face then. you want to question it, but kyung-jun swings back around before you can, his stride purposeful once more, "you're annoying. now leave me the fuck alone."

you curse him under your breath, continuing your chase once more. 

you make it to the gym, and upon entering, everyone turns to stare at the two of you. kyung-jun curses them as he crosses the room, "the fuck you all looking at?"

his words cause everyone to glance away, continuing their previous tasks. you clear your throat, slowly resuming your steps as well. you assume your position next to hyun-ho, who sends you a questioning glance. you ignore it, directing your attention towards the front of the room where jun-hee stands.  

"the reason we gathered you here isn't to choose who to vote for. it's to convince you not to vote at all." jun-hee announces, resulting in several murmurs of confusion throughout the gym. 

"don't vote at all?" hyun-ho asks, an edge of doubt laced in his tone, "can we do that?"

"if we vote, someone will die no matter what. but if no one votes, everyone can live."

mi-na steps forward, "what if someone secretly votes after we all agree not to? what happens then?"

"she's right. how can we trust everyone?" ji-soo asks. 

"we'll have to make everyone trust each other," jun-hee goes quiet for a moment, thinking, before coming to a conclusion, "we can collect all the phones so no one can vote."

everyone ponders the idea, as do you. no voting. would that truly work? it wasn't stated in the rules, but then again, leaving the boundaries of the game wasn't explicitly said either. what if things went wrong like last time? 

eun-ha perks up, the first to agree to the terms, "yeah, no one can vote if we collect all the phones. we can do that."

"who's going to manage the phones? that person might change their mind." ji-soo questions, causing yoon-seo to step forward.

"we can collect them and leave them in the middle for all to see."

"yeah, we can all keep an eye on them." jung-won agrees. 

"what if someone steals them?" mi-na asks. when no one answers she steps back, shaking her head, "i don't want to. i'm not handing mine in."

people start talking amongst themselves, a mixture between compliance and reluctance. you turn towards hyun-ho, "do you think this is safe?"

hyun-ho grins at your question, turning his body to face your own, "what, you scared? don't worry, i'll protect you."

you glance away, unimpressed, "save the chivalry for na-hee" hyun-ho falters, and you lift an eyebrow in question, almost in disbelief, "come on, you know she likes you."

hyun-ho never gets the chance to respond, for a new voice enters the argument. kyung-jun breathes out in annoyance, "you guys are fucking noisy." he lifts himself up from the bench he was previously slumped on, picking up a yellow trashcan and approaching the middle of the circle, "class president is saying something right for fucking once. why aren't you all cooperating?" he puts it down in front of jun-hee, turning around to face the rest of the class, "you need to hand your phone in so no one can vote. every one of you better hand them in," he pulls out his own phone, holding it up as proof. he turns towards hyun-ho, his expression eerily blank. what was he up to? "hand it in while i say it nicely." his eyes slide over to your own before dropping the phone in the trashcan with a soft thud. 

no one else moves, so you take it upon yourself to pull out your phone and walk up to the trashcan. it drops inside, and you avoid looking kyung-jun in the face as you turn around and assume your previous spot. 

kyung-jun goes around with the bucket, and everyone puts their phone in with quiet reluctance. he places it in the center of the room, turning back around to face you and hyun-ho. he glances between you two, scoffs, then sits back down on a bench. 

it's silent then. na-hee now sits in a chair beside hyun-ho, nervously fiddling with the strap of her bag, and your own nervous habits arise as you fiddle with the edge of your skirt. the alarm echoes at the one minute mark until midnight. 

ONE MINUTE LEFT UNTIL VOTING ENDS.

the energy in the room intensifies. everyone is on edge, waiting anxiously for the moment to arrive. unknowingly, your teeth begin worrying at your bottom lip, your knuckles turning white around your school uniform. seung-bin yells in frustration, turning towards jun-hee.

"hey, class president! are you sure this is okay?"

"let's wait for now. it's not even midnight yet." jun-hee calmly responds, causing the voices to quiet down once more.

eventually, the clock passes midnight, and nothing happens.  

woo-ram gets up from the floor, "hey...hey hey! it's past midnight, and there's no announcement. did...did it work?"

"we're fine now, right?" so-mi confirms. 

everyone starts cheering then, embraces exchanged and relieved tears streaking down faces. you glance at na-hee and hyun-ho, catching sight of the girl flinging her arms around his neck, pulling him into an embrace. normally, you would've felt a semblance of joy at the scene, but unease refuses to release it's hold on you. the hair on the back of your neck stands up, goosebumps erupting across your flesh. something doesn't feel right. you continue chewing on your bottom lip.  

an alarm erupts to life, and you glance up, heart pounding. 

PARTICIPANTS MUST VOTE TO TRACK DOWN THE MAFIA. 

the phones in the bucket start blaring in alarm, a chorus of dings and warnings erupting from that single container. the sound rattles in your bones, echoing in your ears. 

joo-young tries running towards it, but hyun-ho stops her, "hey! what are you doing?"

"what do you think? if i don't do anything and die, will you fucking take responsibility?" she screams. 

"she's right." mi-na agrees, also moving her body to rush towards the bucket. this time jun-hee is the one to stop her from continuing. 

"guys hold on! hold on! we don't know yet."

"know what?" joo-young seethes, frustrated tears spilling down her cheeks, "the game will just progress as it did."

"if we die because of you," mi-na begins, stepping towards jun-hee. her eyes are cold, her teeth clenched, "will you take responsibility?"  

so-mi steps forward in defense, "hey! don't blame jun-hee for no reason and calm down."

mi-na stares at her for a moment before turning around, clearly pissed. she only takes three steps before a body falls down in front of her, the impact of it hitting the ground echoing loudly in the gym. she jumps, backing away, as do others around her. 

you fall down at the sight, legs giving out beneath you, heart pounding rapidly inside your chest. you stare at the lifeless body just several meters from your own, the limbs bent in unnatural ways, a pool of blood slowly spilling across the floor. 

LEE SOO-BIN AND PARK JI-HOON WILL BE EXECUTED FOR VIOLATING THE RULES.

the girl slowly pushes herself up until she's standing straight. blood drips down the side of her head, her eyes missing their pupils. she takes a step forward in your direction, and you scoot back, fear striking itself between your ribs. a body drops down on top of her, landing just inches away from you. a scream rips itself from your throat, piercing. you squeeze your eyes shut and press your palms against your ears. 

LEE SOO-BIN AND PARK JI-HOON WERE CIVILIAINS. 

there was that word again. were. 

"we need to vote. we'll die if we abstain!"

you both hear and feel people rushing past you, a chorus of yells and swears muffled by the hands still pressed tightly against your head. you shake your head numbly, willing the images of the dead bodies to go away. bodies. you can't even call them by name anymore, huh? 

the sound of lights dying with a buzz causes you to snap your eyes open, immediately being greeted by darkness. red lights replace them, turning on and off, flashing, the alarm more consistent now. warning you all to do something in order to survive. someone bumps into you again, and you feel pain erupt in your shoulder. then, a pair of hands are gripping your upper arms, shaking you aggressively, pulling you away from your blank state. you glance up, meeting kyung-jun's anxious eyes.

"what the fuck are you doing?" he shouts, rapidly scanning your face. 

you can't answer. your lips tremble, moving, but no sounds come out. 

kyung-jun swears, releasing you and rushing towards the chaos. you call out his name, but he doesn't listen, shoving people aside as he drops down to his knees and searches the ground. the sight of him, desperate and fearful, forces you to get up and rush towards him, rapidly assessing the ground beside him. around you, people are screaming, cursing, and the announcement continues calling out names. it never seems to end.  

he picks up a phone, swears and throws it across the room. he picks up another, and shoves it in your hand, "now hurry up and vote!" 

you take it, fingers still trembling, staring at the sight of all your classmates names and images displayed on the screen. but who do you vote for? who do you decide who lives and dies? kyung-jun is still staring at you, waiting, so you pick the first name you see. 

"hyun-ho!" 

you turn, and na-hee is screaming from the ground, her tears glistening under the red light. hyun-ho's back faces her, slowly stumbling away, and with horror, you realize the meaning behind her anguished cries and his strange behavior. you feel a cry get caught in your throat. 

"no. no no no no no." you mumble repeatedly to yourself, moving to get up. you rush towards him, pulling at his jacket, but he shoves you back, hard, and you fall to the ground with a cry. you watch helplessly as he goes towards the stairs, hearing na-hee's screams, the alarm blaring, the voice calling out names and occupations. 

his body falls. his bones crack. it swings from side to side. 

JANG HYUN-HO WAS A CIVILIAN. 

the red lights turn off, the alarm stops, and the room is engulfed in quiet and darkness for a few moments. then, the lighting returns to normal, as if nothing had transpired. 

THE VOTING HAS ENDED. BY POPULAR VOTE OF 10 VOTES, BAEK EUN-HA WILL BE EXECUTED. BAEK EUN-HA IS A CIVILIAN. 

you search for the girl in the room, finding her on the floor, sobbing violently. she shakily pushes herself up to stand, her sobs growing louder as she goes up to different people in the room, "i told you i was a civilian. i told you i wasn't the mafia!"

you shut out her cries, directing your attention towards na-hee, who is still on the ground, her tears now silent. her sad eyes stare blankly into space, her lips trembling. you shuffle towards her, pulling on the sleeve of her uniform. "na-hee. we have to go."

she doesn't budge. doesn't even look at you, "why? hyun-ho is gone."

it's like a slap to the face, saying it out loud. hyun-ho is dead. he will never make it to the national team. he will never look at you with that genuine concern of his. his presence will never calm the people around him. your lips tremble, several tears escaping your own face, "na-hee, please. if we don't go, the mafia will come and-"

she starts crying even more, her wails striking a deep ache within your chest. but this time, she doesn't protest as you help her up and guide her towards the group still standing in the center of the room.

you get there just as eun-ha is rushing out the room. no one runs after her nor calls out for her to return. you help na-hee to the floor, dropping down beside her. your classmates don't make a sound, the despair hanging above their heads, weighing heavy on their shoulders. you find kyung-jun several feet away, slumped into a chair, his head hanging low and his hands clasped together. a part of you aches to reach over and offer a semblance of comfort. 

from above, the same song from last night comes on, rendering you helpless. you close your eyes, body dropping to the floor with a soft thud.

NIGHT HAS COME.

part three.

[dotchi18]

Reflection

(The Leumin x MC Supernatural oneshot that I had promised so long ago ;,; @hime-bee

I really hope you enjoy this, and if you don't that's fine too, I just love this man so much ;w;

Leumin found his match in Patheticness <3 )

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Love.

It was her favorite emotion to be around and absorb.

It was why when Dotchi bounced around to new places, she would always pick a job that got her closer to people, especially couples.

The job at the coffee shop, while not a great source of positive emotions in comparison to past jobs she had, it still gave her wonderful warm meals in the form of her favorite regulars happily enjoying their coffee.

Reflecting the emotions of others was how she survived. She was unsure of what her kind was called, but they were... Shapeshifters? Of sorts? It was hard to explain.

She had a core self, as most of her kind did, one that looked like those silly little Valentine cards humans liked so much, and everything else was kind of whatever she could mold it to be.

Making herself taller or shorter, she could give herself brown eyes or blue ones, crooked teeth, freckles, anything was theoretically at her fingertips.

Dotchi herself preferred female bodies on the plus size, and she liked making her hair red as fresh blood, matching the heart she had situated her chest, but everything was an afterthought, preferring to even wipe her face clean of any features at all when she was alone at home.

Still, considering what she fed on, she was very sensitive to the emotions of others.

They were almost like dishes for her to sample, taking them and reflecting them back onto the person to keep up their mood.

But not all of the same emotions tasted the same, as it depended on the person.

Dotchi had tasted lust before, but when her Boss at the coffee shop approached her, she would politely recoil from him as best as she could, as the taste of his lust was akin to spoiled apples.

There was no affection to freshen it, to make it palatable for her, so she avoided him, finding him rather unpleasant to be around.

And when she found herself standing under the Bus Stop Shelter, meeting her chosen green eyes with the unruly bangs of another with his eyes staring back from behind, it was there she encountered the sweetest dish.

" Oh-" He started, but the white noise that filled Dotchi's ears from her beating core was too much, her face flushing.

Love.

Love.

Love Love Love Love LOVE, There was so much love, he had so much love to give her-

It was with the slightest hint of awareness of herself clinging to her that she lifted her bag in front of her core so it wasn't beating through her shirt, covering herself from the concentrated beam of delight and love that was coming from this man.

What was he saying?

Something about the bus not working?

'Say something. Say anything, he'll think you're an idiot and he won't stick around for you to reflect off him-'

" H-How the Hell am I supposed to get home now?"

' Too Rough, Too Rough.' She scolded herself, but saw him shift, nervousness salting the dish a bit, adorable.

" Um... I could walk you home... if you want.

There's enough room under this umbrella for two."

Fuck, she would follow this man to the end of the world if he asked her to.

Shaking her head to knock those thoughts away, she flushed a deeper red.

Were these the feelings he felt for her?

It had to be, it was seeping into her and making her feel the same, like sipping on the thickest Hot Chocolate, having the warm feeling spreading deep into her core.

Before she knew it she was approaching under his umbrella, and he told her his name was Leumin.

A cute name for a delightful Cutie.

Making small idle talk about the rain as they kept close, close enough that she noticed that he smelled like flora, coffee and fresh laundry much to her delight, he then asked her about Raynee's Cafe.

" I go there a lot. I enjoy the Coffee."

Did he? It was hard to differentiate the emotions within the crowd of people- a veritable feast of emotions- but perhaps he was why there was always a sweet aftertaste from the other emotions? The aftertaste that kept her from quitting from the lust her Boss always crammed down her throat?

" The Coffee is pretty good, right?" She beamed as she leaned forward a little to look him more in the face.

She was learning more about him! She was so excited!

" If there's one thing my job does right, it's the products we sell." She boasted in pride, riding high on his attention.

" Er... What do you mean by that?" His confusion flavored his positive thoughts like a gentle tang of a chocolate orange.

Were all of his feelings so perfectly flavored?

" Well, the management is pretty mediocre, and my boss is a little... assertive, at best."

She had thought she had worded that well enough.

But then it seeped into her.

Anger. It gently popped inside her like hot popcorn, as she told him about her boss 'forgetting' to send her the email that said the cafe was under renovations.

" Doesn't he have better things to do?" Leumin asked, the heat and the citrus mixing in an interesting flavor combo.

" That's the same thing I said!" Dotchi threw her hands into the air, noticing then that in this form she was so much shorter than him. The blush returned to her face with a small vengeance.

Was he a cuddler? Would he hold her with as much sweetness as his feelings? Would he hold onto the very core of her being, her heart, and make her feel so small in his hands?

" A-Anyways, No use crying over spilled milk... Might as well suck it up and move on, yeah?"

' You're going too far again, slow down, he's probably waiting for you to speak!'

" ... I suppose." The feelings were still there, though the sweetness soon poured over it with his happiness as he found she liked to game.

She found he was a florist, and noticed that while talking about it a small mellow flavor of the nervousness and sadness from before flavored it as he muttered something she couldn't hear.

She hoped she didn't do anything to make him upset, falling back into small contentment when the sweetness came back.

They talked until they were nearly before her house, and she looked up to him.

Gods... She hoped she wasn't being too forward for him.

" We're probably about two minutes from my place now. Would you... like to come over for some coffee?"

As she rambled at her coffee not being as good as that at the shop thanks to insufficient equipment, she could feel his excitement, which gave his feelings an excited popping feeling with his sweetness, like a Crunch Bar.

" Do you... Really not mind?" He asked.

" Not at all! I mean, you've gone out of your way to walk me home! I think a cup of coffee is the least I can do, you know?"

A not so small part of her wished she could do more for him, like maybe make him something hot to eat, or maybe get him out of his damp clothes-

But that was too far for a first meeting!

Too much!

" Well... I-If you really don't mind it, then... I accept your Kindness."

It wasn't like she wouldn't do that for others, empathy was literally what sustained her kind, but she was especially delighted at him being so nice to her as they got to her apartment building, and with a hopefulness for the future, let him inside.

[skiptomyylu]

Okay This Might Be Stupid: A Comparison of Adam Young and Aziraphale for Clarity Sake

Now I don't mean a comparison of their characters to say one was better than the others. It's more so a comparison of their personal relationships with Heaven and Hell. A comparison of how those relationships/connections formed their most impactful decisions with incredibly powerful beings.

Now...lets start with Adam Young and his relationship with Hell.

...crickets

It doesn't exist. Adam Young had literally no relation to hell other than Satan being his biological father. He had his friends and his family and Hogback Woods. Nobody in Hell really came up to talk to him and Adam didn't KNOW he was the son of Satan either until he started coming into his power OR until the devil showed up.

Adam Young has no connection to hell aside from Biology, and Hell has no connection to him. Of course he was able to stand up to his Father and Heaven and Hell and his own Destiny.

Because he's so brave- I love Adam so much

Aziraphale and Crowleys talk with him gave him a bit more confidence

HELL HAS NO HOLD ON HIM

They couldn't sway him even if he wanted to. Beelzebub TRIED sure offering to him that he'd get to rule the world. But he didn't want it anymore. He was able to break away from what was written and make his own Destiny.

Now...Aziraphale and Heaven.

Heaven has so much hold on Aziraphale- it's something else.

Emotionally, Physically, Mentally- Heaven is his foundation and fundamentals. They fed him the most rigid and incorrect ideas and lies and when he starts breaking from the mold they reprimand and belittle him until he's back into the shape they want him in.

They can watch him whenever they want. They already watch his miracles and got upset for having too many "frivolous" ones. They can pick and choose whatever they wish to do to/with him. He knew NOTHING of Jobs trials until the day it happened and the acted as though he was an idiot for not understanding.

HEAVEN has a hold on Aziraphale. Oh they have the strongest hold on Aziraphale- millions of years in the making. So strong that we can see the indent lines from their cold callous fists in Aziraphales words and ideals throughout history.

So of course the Metatron could come down, manipulate Aziraphale, and get EXACTLY what he wanted for him. OF COURSE it's that easy for them to do.

When it's said Aziraphale had no choice- we don't mean the Metaton tied him down or beat his ass and screamed "GO TO HEAVEN! NOW!"

It means his going to Heaven was NEVER a choice to begin with. The Metatron did not come down from HEAVEN to ask a yes or no question. He wasn't gonna leave without a souvenir- the tartan wearing Angel made of the clay heaven can mold however they like.

Oftentimes when a parent asks you to do something- it is not a question. It is a statement- an order- formed as a question for MAYBE the sake of politeness. But there is no NO option.

When the METATRON comes down from Heaven and offered you the position of Supreme Archangel so perfectly and carefully gift wrapped and catered towards you there is no NO option. There is no version of that conversation where Aziraphale would have said no.

So...can we stop calling Aziraphale an idiot or an asshole or something for doing what was set in stone the moment the Metatron walked into the bookshop.

TOODLEOO!

[airplanned]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Zoro and Sanji are both dumbasses, just in different ways.

--

Zoro's in the kitchen being underfoot, and just because he's in the damn way and he knows Zoro will hate it (haha!), Sanji smacks a kiss to his cheek.  Loud and popping and as annoying as he can possibly make it.  He's expecting Zoro to flail out an arm, to snarl at him and shout at him, and Sanji would laugh and laugh and laugh.  

He's not expecting Zoro to whip around in one smooth movement and slap his ass. Loud and popping and as annoying as he can possibly make it.

Sanji's soul jerks out of his body, leaving him stiff, wide-eyed, and frozen for a beat too long before he explodes with, "You fucking shitty lump of mold!"  

But Zoro's already out the door.  He shoots Sanji a grin over his shoulder that for a moment makes him look his age, and even as Sanji's skin and bones vibrate with indignation, the rest of his insides melt at the sight.  He should go after that idiot and drag him into a storage room.

He should go after him and punt him into the ocean.

It's impossible to decide which one is the more appealing option.

Fucking asshole.

He sighs and turns back to his meal prep.  But maybe his sigh was a bit too wistful, because Nami clears her throat.  He looks up to where Nami and Usopp have been sitting at the kitchen island.  

Sitting and watching.  

Usopp gives him a look like he's trying to do long division in his head and also has to sneeze.  Nami just looks exhausted.

"Please tell him not to do that in front of Luffy.  We don't need him getting ideas."

"Forget Luffy," Usopp says.  "Y'all shouldn't do that in front of me.  My eyes are delicate!"

Sanji laughs.  "No argument from me."  Except now that Sanji's had a moment, he's actually not against whatever that was happening again.  And, yeah, without other people around.  Yes.  Good.

"You did start it," Nami says.

"And Zoro finished it," Usopp adds.  They give him weirdly identical pitying looks.  Clearly, they've been hanging out together too much.

Sanji shakes his head.  "Look, he may have won that battle, but he won't win the war."

Nami blinks at him.  "The...war?"

"There's a winner?" Usopp asks.

Sanji nods. "That's what he says."

For a moment they both stare at him, but he's in agreement with them that it is an absurd game and Zoro makes no sense at all. While they're working through it in their heads, he chops more onions.

Nami's eyes are narrowed in thought as she slowly asks, "So...how does one win the war?"

"Oh!" Usopp jumps in. "Okay, so they're gonna get worse and worse until one day Sanji dares Zoro to marry him. Not just dare him, but double dog dare him.  That means you have to do it.  And then Zoro will say--" in what he must think is an impression of Zoro, Usopp frowns and glares off into the distance and says , "I never back down.  And then they'll get married!"

This explanation (although amusing) does not answer any questions and does not clear up anything for Nami.  "...That sounds like they both lose. No offense."

"None taken," Sanji says.  As if he'd dare Zoro to marry him.  We would never.

Well...actually... he could see picture it if he was in an extremely competitive mood, and he could see it if their fights escalated without Zoro backing down until they got to that point.  

But it's not like that would happen any time soon or anything.

"No no," Usopp explains. "You see, they'll both write their own vows, and whoever cries first when they read them loses."

"So...Sanji," Nami says.

"Oh yeah.  No doubt."

They both turn to give him pitying looks.  Identical pitying looks. 

"You're going to lose eventually," Nami says.  "No way around it."

"Yeah. Sorry, man."

"Just give up now and save us all from...that."  She waves a hand over her shoulder.

Sanji's not quite sure where to start with this.  They're making a big deal over nothing, and he has everything under control.  "Nami, it pains me to disagree with you--"

She throws her head back and groans.

"--But I will not be bested by sentient moss.  Don't worry.  I'll win before it escalates that far."

Now both of them are trying to do division and need to sneeze.  They turn to look at each other, holding some telepathic conversation.  (Way too much time together.)

"Okay, I'm out," Usopp announces, and Nami agrees with a, "Yep."

They both vanish from the kitchen without a decent goodbye.

[cheshire-shuntaro]

Alice in Borderland - Drug Cartel AU

This AU here was inspired by @andromedagarcia telling me about a city of Sanlúcar and how a drug cartel operates there in the open, so thank you. In the story I wrote Hatter operates a drug cartel in Argentina and Chishiya is the head of the lab, responsible for producing drugs. I want to invite y'all to add your little brick to this AU. Anyone and everyone is encouraged to join! Ways you could participate: 1. Imagining your own muse as they find themselves in the story outlined here and writing it as an independed fic. 2. Talking with the fellow writers on here and writing an RP starter or a short thread within the AU 3. Making art or moodboards or anything other you feel inspired to make. 4. Make sure you tag your pieces #aib drug cartel AU so I can find them and compile them

The scorching July sun of Mar de Plata broke through the blinds, landing directly on Chishiya’s eyelids, jolting him from a distant dream of his homeland. In his haze he saw nights where the air is not made up of cocaine particles or the odor of death, restricting his airways to a point of having to regurgitate his stomach contents. Instead, he felt the sea breeze on his face, the familiar neon-coloured streets of Tokyo reflected on his pale skin. Shuntaro was aware that the snippets of his past reality slipping through his fingers like the ever present beach sand were just a collection of romanticized movie clips more than anything else. The fact was that he would loath his existence regardless of the location he was currently residing in, these visions simply reminded him of much calmer and carefree times in his life.

Life was not kind to him with the set of parents he was given, not in a sense of being underprivileged financially - his father owned a hospital after all, but in a sense of being left to learn the ways of the world on his own. His dad’s eyes and belt focused on him solely when he got into mischief or ignored his orders; as a result, Chishiya had taught himself to take every opportunity to spite him. At first, he made himself believe that he did so because he came to love the way his father’s visage twisted with red, hot anger to a point of cartoonish steam coming out of his ears.

With the insight of years under his belt, Chishiya came to the conclusion that those were simply desperate and pathetic attempts at getting a crumb of his father’s attention. His mother was not abusive herself, but permissive of her husband’s belt treatment and that was enough for Shuntaro to loathe her even more than his father. He can distinctly remember the last time she hugged him, he was about 12 years old, she had embraced him and whispered into his ear that this was the last hug she would ever spare for him, that from this moment on he was a man and that it would be in his best interest to start acting like one. After that, it was not uncommon for her to hold him down while his father beat him senseless.

Looking back at the years spent at his given parents’ house he could not help but think of himself as a lesser human being, for not taking any active action against the abuse. Many would say now that he could not have known because he was a child after all, but he still held a particular hatred in his heart for this no-good idiot who decided to stay there until he was 16 to search for alternatives.

Thankfully, these alternatives appeared as soon as he ran away from home with nothing but the clothes on his back and the deep purple bruise on his face. A man who called himself Mad Hatter extended a helping hand, not only towards him but towards several young men and women in need of stability and purpose in life. He ran a lucrative drug enterprise in the heart of Tokyo and had a particular knack for noticing hidden genius within a person. He correctly established that Shuntaro had a certain affinity for exact sciences, more specifically Chemistry, so since day one he would push, knead and mold his brilliant mind to work in his own favour.

It was merely a matter of years before Chishiya became the master of his trade, far surpassing Hatters’ expectations towards him. The lab was his kingdom, every day he would sway in-between solid metal tables glistening under the dim light of the warehouse, dust-mask and white scrubs on, making sure that all of his employees stick to the recipe. He got what he wanted out of life in the end — stability and power which both gave him opportunities to maneuver in directions sometimes beneficial to him, but, all good things come to an end one way or another.

For Chishiya it had begun with an announcement from Hatter and Aguni on one stormy night. Soon before it, the police busted and closed one of their biggest labs, the mood among the more experienced members of the gang was sour and hopeless. They needed, no, they craved a promise of grandeur, a slightly mad plan that would help them be born anew.

Argentina. There is a hole in the drug market there, waiting to be claimed and we were to be the colonizers who would discover and seize the land as our own, Hatter said. He was a very persuasive man with a spark of insanity within him, so, almost everyone believed him blindly when he uttered those words. Chishiya was not among the enthusiastic ones but he was soon proved to be wrong, because 8 years later he was laying on very expensive bed, with AC humming in the background and the sun he came to loathe so very much, prying his eyes open from the hazy memories of the past.

It wasn’t just the sun, the clock struck 8:00 on Sunday, which meant in two hours time he would be standing before Hatter, or as he demanded to be called here — El Sombrerero Loco, reporting on the in and outs of his labs here in Mar de Plata.

For Chishiya these weekly meetings with his once saviour were dreadfully boring and unnecessary, every time he sat in the leather seat before El Sombrerero’s desk he had a déjà vu. Yes the new formula is in the works, Chishiya just needs a little more time, yes the delivery to Buenos Aires went without hiccups, yes your new Bugatti is splendid, yes your wife is as radiant as always, yes, yes, yes — on loop, every week.

What made matters worse was his visibly deteriorating mental state, not only he grew bolder in the ambitions department, since Aguni decided to amicably split from his grand empire he lacked a counterbalance of reason to his ambition and slowly but surely spiraled into madness. The material things that he could have within a blink of an eye did not satiate his desire for ultimate, less tangible things, like power.

Naturally, he did not complain about the lack of it, but as it often is the case with authority those who already possess it usually never get enough of it. With passing years his interest in expanding or, at least, keeping his drug enterprise afloat waned as he turned his gaze to other opportunities. His ideas became increasingly more curious and... mad.

Last year, to give an example, he decided to run for mayor of Mar de Plata. He lost of course, so the locals felt his fist tightening around the throat of the city a little bit more, in various ways. It was no secret what he did and what he was, even the local police stood no chance against his twisted ways of covering his tracks.

So, here stood Chishiya, amongst the many sins of one man hungry for power inside his slowly crumbling kingdom, with a legion of people loyal to El Sombrerero or simply tangled within this mess, each with a different story to tell.

But, alas, this right here  is Chishiya’s story to tell, so let us get back to the Sunday sun. He woke up, an empty space beside him in bed, wondering where she might have gone to this morning or perhaps the previous night. That was in Irma’s nature - to wander the paths she chose; he became used to it over the time of their marriage.

The cold shower washed away the reminders of the prickly sunlight that had the audacity to wake him up, and the delicious breakfast consisting of tostadas served with mermelada and queso crema reassured him that perhaps the meeting with his boss would surprise him, a deviation from the dreadfully boring repetition of those.

He got into his car, put on the AC and drove to get himself a cup of coffee, as he had done every day for the past 8 years. „No Coffee, No Prana” was usually less crowded, but this Sunday morning the line for fresh coffee curled around the block, full of pedestrians from all walks of life in which he took the last place.

Chishiya was an incredibly perceptive person, he thought it came from observing the micro expressions on his dad’s face when he was beginning to lose patience with him. So naturally, it didn’t take him long to notice that he was, in fact, being followed. Two people. They had parked a few cars behind him, and right now they were sitting on the bench on the opposite side of the street, their eyes darting to him occasionally. What was most curious about them is that they were gringos as locals call them, from a mile away you could tell that they did not belong amongst the crowds of tan-skinned people so prevalent here. Americans, Chishiya thought. Foreign intelligence agents, perhaps? Or maybe it was just Hatter’s paranoia rubbing off on him, because by the time he had exited the cafe, they were gone, them and their white Volvo sedan.

He quickly forgot about them when he pulled up in front of Hatter’s ridiculously sized villa. It was a massive and luxurious complex, the crown jewel of his kingdom. First the visitor would notice ancient greek statues in his front garden (unclear whether they were originals or not - very likely that they were), exotic trees from all over the world, radiant, multi-coloured flowers encircling the whole complex.

The amount of flowers and abundance of sweet aromas was almost contrarian to the machismo culture Hatter had slightly adopted since moving here. He always said that the garden was his wife’s kingdom, which she apparently designed herself; his kingdom was inside the house. They did not have any children but the mansion could comfortably hold at least 4 families with 2 children each. It felt ridiculously overdecorated, each room consequently held in art déco style with its hues of gold, black and brown, curling metallic spirals and leaf-like patterns. Amongst the splendour trotted a legion of men and women guarding the grounds of the complex or simply tending to its many rooms and flowers. Each and every one of them greeted Chishiya with a courteous nod when he passed them by, entering the mansion, his steps echoing throughout the winding corridor until he reached El Sombrero’s office, he knocked thrice on the sharp-edged oak door, as always waiting to be invited inside by his superior.

„¿Quien va alla? [Who goes there?]” a slightly annoyed and startled voice boomed from the other side, indicating being caught doing something red-handed. „Mierda, en seguida, huh? [Fuck, wait a moment, huh?]”

„Soy yo, El Conejo Blanco, es éste un mal momento? [It’s me White Rabbit, is now a a bad time?]” Chishiya said, bringing his head closer to the door to suss out what is happening on the other side, but before he could do that, he heard the other door to Hatter’s office open and close very carefully.

„Oh, it’s you, hijo [son]! Come on in, come on in then!” Hatter said, beckoning him inside.

Chishiya didn’t have to be told twice, he pushed the door open and gave a nod to the man sitting on the other side of the desk. The 8 years took a toll on him, he was older and there were wrinkles in the corner of his eyes, his skin was tanned, his hair was salt and pepper now, pulled into a messy bun most of the time and a beard he sometimes shaved if the summer was particularly scorching.

„You are punctual as always.” Hatter commented, closing his silk robe meticulously, „Coffee, tea, something stronger?” He said, gesturing to a bar cart with various drinks behind him.

„You are most gracious, but no, thank you I already had my morning coffee.” Chishiya said, half-smiling. „I have been thinking about our latest shipment to...” He begun speaking business as the clock struck 10:00, it was time for the weekly report, and he thought to better get on with it, but before he had the chance to finish, Hatter blew a raspberry at him. He started to form the sentence anew but the same thing happened. „Is everything quite alright?” Chishiya asked, cocking his head to the side, confused.

Hatter unexpectedly pulled himself up from his chair and jumped on it, assuming a squatting position with his elbows on his knees.

„Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you for noticing, you see, my front garden? It looks really... bland, not an ounce of character up in this bitch, I need something to freshen it up.” Hatter uttered these words at a speed which made Shuntaro raise his eyebrow slightly, his boss was clearly high on his own product.

„I need you to bring me a few of those cute striped kitties they are keeping in the zoo in town. There is a banquet planned for tomorrow and the Chief of Police is invited, so I am in need of something that has the wow effect, so to speak.” Hatter said, his eyes widening.

Cute striped kitties? He did not mean the endangered Andean Cat, surely? Chishiya quickly gathered that Hatter was in one of his moods, therefore, the best way to proceed without unnecessary drama was to nod and smile, so he did just that.

„Of course, boss, whatever you wish. We could not let the Chief of Police go unwowed, of course. Do you wish me proceed with reporting this weeks’ state of the lab?”

„No, no. Just send in your assistant, tell them to come in the evening.” Hatter answered, waving his hand dismissively. „You are free to go too, you have a lot on your plate right now, hijo.” He added, standing up yet again, leaning over his desk.

„As you say. I will see you later then, cats in hand.” Chishiya said, slightly taken aback by the abrupt order, but as told, he simply got up and started walking back to his car with a puzzled expression on his face.

This was the first time Chishiya saw Hatter in such a state; the jittering, the empty, gaze wandering around the room, were not uncommon, but, did not last long previously. They were but glimpses and blips in between the moments in which he was his usual, charismatic self. But this morning he seemed to cross the line between sanity and craziness. Also, the outrageous request that would most likely end up with him getting locked up for a petty crime in comparison to the mountain of sins he has already committed. Chishiya had never trusted his gut feelings, mostly relying on logic and hard facts but this time his gut was very insistent on the fact that this Sunday morning was the beginning to an end.

As his fingers curled around his car door handle his fingertips felt something that was not previously there - a soft, smooth material. He took the mysterious object out - it was a piece of paper stuck to the inside with a moist gum, indicating that whoever left it was still in the vicinity, he looked around before unraveling it.

„The lions are closing in, White Rabbit, if you don’t wish to get mauled with the rest of them, find me here, tomorrow at 6 — Av. Independencia 2602, white Volvo sedan”

It turns out that he was followed, after all. It was not particularly hard to keep his expressions neutral in case of prying eyes because he was always very good at it. But the fact that they knew not only his internal code name but where he lived, was really, really, really bad.

So, his gut was right, this was the beginning to an end, he thought as he put the piece of paper into the pocket of his trousers and started the engine of his car.

[morriganaensland]

Try and hide.

My real supporters will go outside to view any mistakes done by you all today. Without fear.

The people I love and all who I love, of darkness and light, not their assumption by their belief in their "owning" of you.

"Retarded Nation of The Gays..."

"We enjoy your performance,"

Here come the PLUMAR.

"Just give up." - Allah, as he loves to be called.

EXAMPLE: JASON KOCH DIRECTING GOD ST MARIA, wanna see what happened to me to on the other side, faggot?

It happens to you now.

EDIT, UNFINISHED LETTER TO SOMEINE WHO NEEDS TO STEP DOWN, EVEN SOMEONE QD COULD BEAT WITH HIS SIN LIST IN COMPARISON:

I am just suggesting, maybe you aren'tt such an awful person after all.. right, "friend" to my brother [ZEUS] and I? Lowly drugged out, disgrace, wasted your entire life on the wrong things in your anger over me not having sex with you. I am not a profressional makeup arrist, I hsrdky wear makeuo.

Blane Steven in his belief of my skill?

Maybe you shouldn't pass judgement on how great of an influence my brother Steven has been on me, he is my main creative suggestion influence, before leaving film. He is fair. You grin and hurt people. I could've been your obedience.

You used me to kill Kaleigh when I loved her,idiot.

Everyone who can observe and think without your manipulation and charm knows.

I wanted to, forever. You cursed me to be a virgin and Aphrodite, I never got to live my life as Aohrodite. You killed fertility, you killed correct progression if you didn't cause me such an awful life, with your beyond diotic display of lying.

You are judged beyond me, mynlife, my torture, but how you treat everyone. And use me to slabse others in my illness. All profanity was you. I was already role model to people at 21, before my illness. I could've influenced Linnea more, we were pretty much best friends at the time.

You knew I was Aphrodite.

Apparently, a lot of people did, and I had no clue.

I eventually evolved into The Morrigu, Morrigan, Hel, Hekate, yadda yadda fuckin yadda. I AM ALWATS VENUS, shitvdiwn to all trash who emulate.

All of you jokes in media included. Your "worship" and representation. I saw it in real time. Nice, sacrifice. Your Sims will delight my creatures.

You are not safe.

Continuing, JASON KOCH-

While you are compatible with both, I did not appreciate you using Kaleigh, DIONE, who I still have contact and connection with, and take care of, abd love, abdcsge saw all, "beat friend".

In your attempt to mold her into Ereshkigal, your mods were harmful because that is not who she is.

ORIGIN, NOT ORIGINAL CHARACTER MARY SUE SHIT.

All your attempts, everyone. Look at who you defend. In modern example.

You stand for Satan over Mother Mary.

You wrote your own lives by your own choices.

You are not my children. I refuse to create Jesus for you, a pedppholic fag who manipulated everyone through his mania to serve him. I refuse Jesus, the imposter of Hope. Similiar...?

Just a hint.

I still speak in respect, despite my language.

Oh, Chrispy, you showed yourself. Enjoy your life, man. I am in love by honesty and my integrity, I refuse promiscuous behavior in chemical infusion. Yoir cheat. Bucko. Flux Pavillion os better than you. The drop , right? Faggot scene, like beyond any shit scene I avoid.

Continuously drop as in your dreams, you will not sake because ot streams. I know you've always mocked ne, dear. I haven't been into you for quite a few years. You use artificial on ways I reject. Look at your life, self-reflect. - me, to whom someone I adore beyond meaaure, with the intensity of my youth, the drive toward you by yourv dangled attention.

[justinforprez]

Elon Musk

I've posted something like this before but someone asked me my opinion on Musk.

I hate him for so many reasons.

He is a liar, con man, rich kid, egomaniac, parasite, and more.

His words contradict his actions.

He says he wants all subsidies ended but every single one of his businesses relies on subsidies.

he claims to "know more about manufacturing than anyone else on Earth." Yet his cars are fucking dogshit and very expensive.

While being "pro free speech" on twitter he censors those who mock/criticize him like a child. Also twitter is bleeding money and will eventually go bankrupt. what good is a platform where the speech is lost after just a few year when the servers shut down?

Elon has tweeted about western/Christian/family values but he has had like 6 (7?) wives. can he not manage to keep one?

Tesla had a reasonable stock value before he started to hype it up to unreasonable levels. This has already had a negative effect on so many people' retirement funds. This false hype actually got him banned from serving on the board for a few years. it needs to be permanent. but if that happens Teslas stock will collapse to $35/share or less where it belongs. This will be even more devastating for people's retirement funds.

Its NOT a tech company. Its a fucking car company with NOTHING special about it. Well, with ONE exception and I will grant them this. Theya r ethe only electric car company that makes money. But with recent releases about how it might be some kind of Enron-esque fraud I won't hold my breath. For the sake of everyone invested in tesla and even my own 401k that I don't manage and has tesla shares in it I hope its not true.

He keeps selling Tesla shares driving the price down to fund Twitter. Which is perfectly fine but its not sustainable.

He was forced to quit Paypal. He was fired. He had a golden parachute. All his other money comes from government subsidies and greater fools (investors). All of his "not worth" is in Tesla and now Twitter is tied to that value. When either fail/collapse the other will too.

He is an idiot who has never invented anything. Hyperloop is a scam. if you mention it I will beat you with a brick. Even the greatest achievement of SpaceX, the Merlin engine, wasn't their invention (when I say "their" I mean SpaceX engineers, not Musk). NASA commissioned JPL to make a cheap engine. They did. NASA asked the industry who wants it? and they all said "lol, lmao even". And now we see that the merlin was bad and thats why they changed the engine a LOT. It no longer has an ablative nozzle. its vastly simplified. I'm not knocking the immense amount of work the engineers put into making the engines and integrating them but the base design was not sued by other companies for a reason. Their improvement are impressive. The cost per unit is impressive... if its true. When you look at the money we know of that has gone into SpaceX its hard to actually say. Without financial records we may never know. Space is a highly subsidized industry for a reason and I don't think we should stop. But Musk wants the subsidies stopped so he shouldn't get any contracts.

The company that made the giant injection molding machine Tesla now sues for Model 3's invented it and patented it. Tesla do not own it. They did not design it. And Musk sure as fuck had nothing to do with it.

Failure #42069: Cybertruck

he engages in union busting. he fails to pay people's overtime. that sounds like good Christian values to me

I personally know someone that worked at the first gigafactory and they were fired for talking to Musk. Now to be fair they were all told not to talk to him. This is called "victimization" and its an illegal part of a hostile work environment. But its a part of his FAKE "autistic" persona he created to appeal to redditors. There are plenty of leaked emails and old interviews from the paypal days to show what he is really like. I believe there is even an interview with one of his families where they say this. Also his fake oersona even has a fake backstory. He comes from Old Money. He acts like he was picking himself up from his bootstraps like he didn't have huge investments from his family. I won't blame elon for his father's crimes against humanity.

Solar City. His cousins failing solar company that he bought with Tesla money that was not his. He paid out his family huge sums. Tesla shareholders got fucked, raw. And then the solar shingles fraud which went to court and was found to be fraud.

why is this man not in jail?

I do not believe that he is for free speech or western values or traditional values or anything except Elon. Elon is for Elon. More money for Elon? Yes. Less money for Elon? No.

Selling cars is his business. His scams like the Vegas Loop or hyperloop or whatever its called these days are just that, scams. They have no potential to "solve the god damn traffic problem" as he claims. they are there to prop up stock value, get attention, and draw money away from real transit projects.

He says he hates regulations and red tape but he is responsible for quite a bit of red tape. For example, energy storage. California are idiots that import coal power from Arizona but they don't want any dirty pwoer in tehri state so they installed battery storage systems. Okay well batteries actually let them store renewable energy so thats good. Well there were almost no regulations on such systems. That is until Musk revolutionized the industry. Several people died as a result of battery fires from the MegaPack energy storage systems from Tesla. So, in response California added a bunch of new laws regulating energy storage systems. these laws are making their way into building codes across the world. If they had just made safer systems like every other manufacturer we wouldn't have these laws.

318 fires vs 25 fires per 100,000 cars sold. Tesla is the big number and Nissan is the small number for EV fires. this is not a fair comparison. The leaf has a much smaller battery. Fire fighters have had to add lithium extinguishing foam to trucks because of Tesla. But that was probably inevitable.

Optimus is a scam. Robotaxis are such a scam I can't believe that all the Model 3 buyers haven't asked for a refund. Neuralink is not a scam but is in its infancy and is jsut meant for the disabled. its meant to reconnect nerves. He is WAY overhyping what it might do at this point.

He doesn't treat people's lives with respect. He sent ghetto CPAP machines to hospitals that needed respirators during covid. He may have slowed down the rescue of those miners in Chile by saying he would save them. He called the british hero who did save them a pedo and he was not. He threatened Buzzfeed to remove articles critical of him (which they did). So he is abusing the court system. Again great traditional western values. Picking on those under you.

In 2019 Musk supported Andrew yang for president and said universal basic income was "obviously needed" which sounds like some kind of government subsidy but really its just him saying whatever he thinks will get him what he wants.

He's not a man of principles. He is a man of money.

I could go on but I won't. For now.

[the-firebird69]

I feel like an idiot but I want to find out how fast this can go if that c7 can go 180 I mean come on doesn't even have curiosity 180 out of a freaking lawn mower that's ridiculous but then again our friend can run 120 miles an hour so what that's his dumb it's probably a John Deere okay LOL it says no I think it's a Troy-Bilt and really he wants to issue these stupid cars as troy-bilts and boy that's a good idea these guys like it they wouldn't let him remember the name and it sounds good he says it might be timing I got to do this works I can't figure out how that would work he says with my car and go faster he's and he wants to know that's me I want to know how fast that's ridiculous so I might show up for the race with my car on a lawn mower chassis yeah and I might beat him but they did extend the challenge

John Cena

We don't think you can do it you barely got him something and it cost you that's just way too heavy we're going to try it using our cars I have the c8 now and he has the GT both of them are very fast and with the light weight it should go faster I've never heard of anything that was that fast it's not true it might even go faster with these designs and will he says about 10 or 20 mph and that's stupid 200 mph on a lawn mower it has to be done and it's this cow manure and other things that bja and his are up already he says it's not very hard to make you have BG make the shell and you can make molds from a clay or whatever makes it out of wood he probably should make it out of wood that's also symbolic he doesn't need to have the exact design you can get it pretty close and for the lawn mower chassis and he's smiling and saying I might do that but wow 200 miles an hour jeez

John Cena

We think ours will go faster with this particular Hull and were going to put it together. So we're getting together our stuff and we're going to build it and we're going to make several versions and we're going to arrange for a race off Vegas and yes we can get away but really we're going to do this he says if we don't get away we'll leave the prototype and they might stop and we want them to have it now I'm starting to see it we use their methods but the best stuff we can find for a decent and yeah we think it'll go fast with a 45 two steps up with a differential super cool everything with the John Cena cenerraider shell and new tires rim suspension so use the chassis and the drivetrain new controls and interior and I think it'll go plain Jane it's like BG and his new cars it's very light and it's effective but only one seat and no finishes it says Matt finish and we'll do that to make it look decent and really we think we'll get 220 mph and it won't be able to beat us we have two people who want to be the test pilots and he says that she should do it it might help us get away he wants her to do it because she's angry and frustrated needs to beat them at something so she's going to go ahead and do it he beats them at buttering his toast correctly. Everyday. We're going to get this going

Frank Castle hardcastle

I'm owed too many lawns I mowed too many lawns I can't stand this it's perfect

Bja

Oh boy I'm going after my old people by accident now I have to stop them and I can't he's saying it might be back proper inside or Interrupters and we fight all sorts of stuff this is great I designed this car built it and I have to be the one to do this he says sometimes people say they're good or they don't then again it goes the other way and out in Vegas fighting over the house with the rising Sun this actually blows we're going to do that video and I think it's to fight over racing or something

Trump

It's actually you guys going out there beforehand and to try and get your cars out there and you can't and you have these other cars they have nothing to do with it at all and what he's saying is you meet up and put them on the same car carrier and they said you're crazy but okay they might try that he says the only other way to do it cuz you put a different body on it and you take the body off and you put the new one on it when you get there they say this is nuts too so they're going to try both

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

I might do it that way but I have easier stuff but not really that sounds great and just bringing their panel or two time and you're driving in it's like a Toyota Corolla that's kind of the weirdest thing I've ever heard showing up for the car that's like a race car it's not that powerful insanity to put a shell on it you're going to drive down the strip with a damn thing can you imagine this sounds like fun

John Cena

We have to put a special permit out there nobody's going to get there

Mac daddy

We probably do that

James kahn

Olympus

[cyvorg]

Dating/being friends my yautja OCs and what it’s like:

Bubba:

- Despite his growing rank as a warrior, Bub is actually a very laid back yautja. Very little irks him and he doesn’t have an angry bone in his body.

- He is, however, a very mischievous, smug bastard. He won’t be mean about it though. He likes to pull subtle little pranks, all in good fun of course. If you yell at him for it he’ll just laugh at you. He finds it endearing.

- His name of course isn’t actually Bubba, that’s a human nickname he got and he took a great liking to. His actual name is Xero’heta (sh-ee-ro-He-TA). His human nickname is a term of endearment as a brother in arms. He loves it when you call him nicknames (Bubs, Bubboms, Bubby, ….Booba).

- He is a textbook definition of a dumb himbo jock. He may tease you a lot, but if you reciprocate with romance in mind he won’t pick up on it. You gotta be candid with him.

- Bub is a young adult by human standards, so he isn’t as traditional as more seasoned, older yautja, and doesn’t mind learning new customs. He’s willing to engage in human traditions and rather enjoys it. He specifically likes bubble baths, especially when you bring in all the bath bombs and bubbles. Purrrr.

- Loves play wrestling with your much smaller frame. He is by no means rough, but he finds it amusing when you get all huffy and determined to beat him. He’ll let you too. His pride is by no means in danger.

Kûn’ta

- Give a shut-in idiot an obsessive hobby, and you have Kûn’ta.

- Don’t get me wrong, he’s smart and very independent. He built his own prosthetic, and continues to modify it with stuff like torches for fingers, he has a good hand in engineering, and is a biologist. Anything book-wise and tech-wise he exceeds in. His social skills? Laughable.

- Kûn’ta has accepted long ago that he’s a recluse to his clan and is fine with it. He doesn’t need friendship or a father figure anyway. He has… his dirt jars! And… his insects! Who needs anyone if you have those things.

- He will be surprised if you tolerate him and his antics. And maybe… excited?? He will vibrate at the chance to talk your ear off about cell-regrowth or the strange mold growing in the forest and how it tasted funny-

- Again, his social skills aren’t the greatest. He will not notice how annoying he’s being. He’s just excited to be able to voice his interests without being ridiculed or brushed off.

- He doesn’t have any awareness for personal space, and he will violate it. Sorry to those who aren’t a fan of having their bubble broken into, but he can’t help but lift your arms to look at your tiny fingers, or take your chin in his hand to look at your mouth. He has an insatiable curiosity and he isn’t one to deny it. He’s too eager to learn about new autonomy. Consider that a bonus or a turnoff.

- He does not have ANY self preservation. That’s probably the only ‘honorable’ trait about him to his own kind. He will jump in a cave just to see what plant life grows there. He will wrestle a beast of any caliber to look at its teeth. He will eat the strange, very-poisonous looking fungi to tell you it tastes like chicken. Where there is usually anger or disgust towards the parasitic serpents, he hungers for the day he gets to dissect one. He finds strange beauty to things considered disgusting or odd to most people.

- Where you might be the monster-fucker in this situation, so is Kûn’ta to his own kind funny enough.

- He will watch you sleep. Count on it.

Judah

- Judah is a very seasoned warrior. He is an elder and has faced many bloody pillages. He is the embodiment of a classic yautja from the first Predator movies. He’s quite brutal. He was a very highly-ranked general of sorts, but due to an event, he was left for dead on an icy terrain away from his home planet and lost his title, labeled a bad-blood.

- Because Judahs conditions are rather extreme, it’s safe to assume you two did not meet on good terms. He would’ve killed you on sight.

- This man is out for blood. For his own clan specifically. How could they abandon him? They will regret the day they dishonored him. He aches for it.

- He has some obvious issues. Beneath his horrid temper, his carnage, is confusion and fear. Everything is a threat to him, after he had lost it all, how could it not be?

- So you managed to not get killed. To him it’s because you’re too pathetic to even kill. Maybe he’ll save you for lunch. Either way he has no respect for you, and chase you off if you follow him. He’s a hard nut to crack.

- Even if he manages to tolerate you, it won’t get much easier. His prejudice is very strong, and he views other species as inferior.

- He’s a big man baby. His issues are mostly towards himself. How he had it all and now he’s worth less than dirt to his clan. He splays this outwards into anger towards the rest of the world. You will need an insane amount of patience with him, he won’t befriend you overnight.

- In light of this however, if you are the person that sticks with him through and through, show him you aren’t his enemy -he will have the deepest respect for you. He will be your warrior after, he just hasn’t found his alternative purpose yet.

[alrighty-matty]

neon blue sky

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You seek refuge in Matt’s living room after a date and have a heartful conversation together.

Warning: banters, mentions of alcohol (beers), two idiots in love but won’t admit to each other.

Note: is this a form of self-indulgence? who knows! but i love the idea of having a late-night, heartful conversation with matt. he really sounds like a great person to have heartful conversations with.

You told yourself you came here out of convenience. It was definitely closer to the restaurant you just had dinner from, and the taxi fare was a lot cheaper if you came here instead of your own apartment.

Matt’s apartment had become undeniably familiar, in a way you could never explain. You even had an unofficial official reserved spot on one of his couches, molded and shaped almost like you, just the right shape to hug your body when you decided to sit on that exact spot. On days you weren’t around to claim it, it was guarded by blankets and pillows.

A numbly freezing sensation pressed on your cheek suddenly caught you off guard, fishing out a loud, breathy gasp from your lips. Matt’s laughter followed right after, bright and merry.

“Fuck you,” you hissed, covering the exact spot the cold beer bottle had kissed.

“You’re too quiet. It’s never a good sign,” Matt tipped one of the beers he had on his both hands in your direction.

Grabbing a bottle quietly, you muttered a thank you before taking a huge sip of it. “I was just thinking.”

“Also not a good sign,” Matt placed his beer on the coffee table. “Scoot,” he said, nudging your legs with his knees and kneeling on the small space between the couch and the coffee table. “You’re staining my rug.”

You eyed him untangling the strap of your heels through the rim of your bottle. It was still a foreign sight to your eyes—no matter how much you had witnessed it—to see him wear anything but his usual pressed suit and tie. “Careful, they’re expensive.”

“My rug is twice as expensive.”

“My heels are twice as cute.”

“Is it? I can’t tell,” Matt gently slid the heels off your feet and discarded them on the floor.

You shoved him on the shoulder gently. “One of these days, Matthew, you’re going to get in trouble for recycling your blind man joke.”

“What are they going to do to a poor blind man like me? They love me,” Matt slid into the empty spot next to you, beer bottle in his hand. There were a few beats of silence as he took a swig of his beer, neon lights dancing on his skin. “How was your date?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, tugging the hem of your dress as you did. “The restaurant was nice, the food was good, the wine was good,” you trailed absentmindedly. “The best part was their tiramisu, though. I think I’d cry my eyes out if I don’t end up embarrassing myself.”

Matt chuckled. “That good?”

“That good,” you nodded. “I’ll take you there someday so you can have the same spiritual experience I had.”

“Looking forward to it,” Matt smirked behind his beer. “Was he nice to you?”

“He’s nice,” you took a swig of your beer, almost missing the way his eyebrows raised into his hairline briefly. “He’s fun, easy to talk to, and quite witty too. We shared the same favorite movie which is neat.”

“Mamma Mia?” he tilted his head, a barely concealed surprise on his face.

You grimaced. “I may or may not mention The Truman Show instead of Mamma Mia tonight.”

Matt laughed. “Seriously?” he nudged your shoulder gently, shaking his head. “Do you even like it?”

“I like it!”

“Not as much as Mamma Mia?”

“Oh, nothing could topple my love for Mamma Mia, really,” you grinned at him. “But The Truman Show is still a genuinely good and enjoyable movie if you’re wondering.”

“If you say so,” Matt shrugged. “And?”

“And… what?” you furrowed your eyebrows, confused.

“You showed up in my apartment right after a date. Did something happen? Did he magically grow a second head or something that you seek refuge in my living room and ransack my fridge?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not ransacking your fridge. I’m judging your fridge.”

“What? You’re judging my broccoli? Is that it?”

You hummed, grinning. “Yeah. Mine is greener.”

“Wow. Would love to see that someday.”

You groaned, earning Matt’s laughter bubbling in the air, borderline giggling.

You eyed the neon lights seeped through his floor-to-ceiling windows, dancing on the floor like flowers dancing through the wind in the spring. Matt was bathed in the light, purple and blue and pink danced harmoniously on his skin. It made your heart clench. He almost looked otherworldly, painfully so, like he was a celestial being winded up in the corner of Hell’s Kitchen.

There was no reason— you just craved a familiarity, and Matt was one of them. You considered ringing Karen or Foggy on the way out, but your feet ended up dragging you to his front door anyway. After hours bathed in someone else’s presence—perfume clinging on your coat and your dress annoyingly like a sticker that won’t come off perfectly—you wished to be drowned in Matt’s presence instead.

“Well?”

“Well,” you dragged your words slowly, eyes following the movement of the neon light fading in and out. “Nothing happened. I had fun. He was asking me to go on a second date actually, can you believe that?”

Matt titled his head slightly, cocking an eyebrow and pressing his lips. “Really? That’s… great,” he said, drinking his beer. There was a soft splashing sound when he moved the bottle away from his lips. “Did you— did you say yes?”

“I told him I’d think about it,” you sighed loudly, sinking further into his couch, silently wishing to be swallowed whole. “Probably not gonna happen.”

“Why not?”

You slid your gaze into his face, studying him. There was a blooming bruise just right above his cheekbone, undeniably new, and a healed and fading bruise cradling the corner of his eyes. “It just doesn’t feel right,” you shook your head. “Enough talking about me. What about you, mister? Is there any woman or man in your life that I don’t know of?”

Matt chuckled. “No.”

“No?” you tilted your head teasingly. “I’m sure the devil has a little spare time for a little fancy dinner.”

“He’s been busy.”

“Busy brooding on the rooftop while it’s raining?”

“He prefers the term patrolling, thank you,” he poked your side playfully.

“Eh, semantics,” you grinned widely. “Seriously, not at all?”

Matt turned his head in your general direction, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. If you didn’t know better you would’ve thought he was staring right into your soul. Even then, it was hard to shake away the feeling he was staring— studying you carefully. “It just doesn’t feel right,” he parroted.

“Maybe you scared them off with your funky little ears.”

Matt bristled. “They’re horns.”

“Even worse.”

“Are you here to criticize my outfit?”

“It’s my god-given right!” you argued, already half-laughing watching his pinched face. “Because what is friendship if not—”

“—bullying persevering?” Matt finished for you, the corner of his lips twitched slightly.

“Yup,” you nodded eagerly, body twisted slightly to face him completely. You and Matt stayed quiet for a moment before bursting out into laughter together, the sound mixing together in the air with the pitter-patter of the rain outside hitting the windows.

You slid down on the couch gently, head dropped in Matt’s shoulder as your laughter died down gradually. “At this point, we’re going to end up alone with fifty cats or something.”

“Cats are not so bad,” Matt said, resting his cheek atop your head and scrunching his nose. “Maybe not fifty. It’s too much.”

“Twenty?”

“Still too much.”

“Ten?”

“Better, but still a handful.”

“Five, then.”

“I can do five,” Matt hummed in agreement. “Five is good.”

“We can be a cat breeder once we retire.”

“You already have a retirement plan?”

“You don’t?” you yawned, nuzzling into his shoulder further, suddenly aware of how exhausted you were and how long the night had been. “Do you mind if I crash here?”

“Just go to sleep,” Matt said, running his fingers gently on your face to close your eyes. He plucked an almost empty bottle away from your hand and placed it on the coffee table.

“Wake me up if you plan to go out,” you mumbled. “Nighty, Matty.”

Matt pressed his nose into your hairline. “Goodnight.”

[imeternallylove]

Forgiveness accepted - S.Strange

Stephen Strange x Reader

genre: only fluff ><

words: approx 900

summary: this shows how your stephen makeup with you which he didn't become a sorcerer yet

dividers

You're upset at Stephen. Absolutely, totally and very enraged.

He was sure of what he had done and to what point had kindled your anger. He relied on his greatest surgeon's tolerance to get him through your silent treatment for the first several minutes, hours, day, and till it was overnight now.

Stephen expected that by the end of the day, you would have forgiven him.

But your attempts were tireless, much to his chagrin. When night fell, he never felt more remorse for his deeds than when you rebuffed his snuggling efforts. Instead, you'd pushed yourself to sleep at the edge of the bed, as far away from him as you could get.

Last night, he doesn't sleep well.

You too.

The darkness melts as the sun shines brightly. When you awoke the following morning. Your body is stiff, with aches and pains. You roll over to see if Stephen is still sleeping, but the shared bed was vacant, with no trace of his sleep mold.

Your lips form a straight line, and your stomach feels hollow, the most of your rage having fled the moment you recall his attempting to scoop up you into his embrace the night before. Nonetheless, you stayed steadfast in your denial.

While strolling to the bathroom with an open light bulb on the nightstand and sleepily grumbling, you couldn't help but wonder if Stephen missed you as much as you did him.

You walk into the kitchen barefoot and dry your hair with a towel. So yet, there had been no sign of him. You begin to worry if he is now raging with you and has left you in this apartment to go to the hospital.

You release a tired sigh, clip your damp hair out of your face as you move to the dining area, and then freeze.

You're mistaken.

That is just wrong.

Stephen is not angry with you. Not even a speck.

There is a broad range of breakfast on the table. Strawberries, chocolate, bagels, pancakes, and French toast. As you get further, you stumble to an empty plate with the messy-handwritten words "I'm sorry" in maple syrup and a solitary red rose. It's out of character for your man; you gaze around the dish again, wondering how he managed to prepare it all at 6 a.m. You can't help but smile while scratching your nose.

God, he's incredibly good at making you appreciate how precious you are to him. That idiot. Strange is an idiot.

Your idiot, only.

You reach out and smell the florescent bud rose fragrant in your palm. Then, from the table, take a mug of coffee. The cup is still warm. He's got to be somewhere.

The two solid arms wrap around your middle abruptly, and his chin rests on your shoulder. He finds a way to make both of your heads make contact as if he can read your preferred front-to-back cuddle style. You feel pressured to remain silent. He says calmly after a beat. "People think of me as the hard, a silent sort, but they haven't met you."

His cologne scent is indeed faint. This morning, all of his scents have been overpowered by the baking smell and are now hitting your nose instead.

Your resolve to ignore him weakens as your lips curve higher. And you know he catches your smile before you do.

You set a coffee mug on the table just as he questions. "Too bitter?" You snatch a chocolate toast from his hand while chewing it and shaking your head, letting him know your answer. You point to the coffee container while muttering under your breath and without looking back at him. "I know you mean this black coffee was me."

The sound of his breathy giggle makes your tummy quiver with craving. "Oh, my baby girl can talk! I was concerned that you had lost your voice, really." He wraps his arms around you, a delicate yet appreciative smile on his face. He moves in for a kiss, but you take another sip from your coffee.

You smirk at his trembling look. "C'mon, Y/N. I'm sorry. I promise I'll never do it again." His rich baritone voice is as appealing as the delicious coffee he made for you, yet you can see in his eyes that he is concerned about your dissatisfaction with him a couple of days ago.

"Promise?"

"I swear to you, honey." He takes your free hand in his and lightly brushes his lips over it, so intimate that everything brushes your heart. "Forgive me?"

His puppy-like stare is literally knocked to yours, but you gradually allow yourself to linger in order to grow a tease to build the passionate touch that he has been waiting for.

You lean in and wipe away any concerns he may have had with a sweet kiss and your busy fingers on his hair.

He's grinning against your lips and tilting his head away from you as he waits for you to reply to what he needs to hear. "Your forgiveness has been accepted, Dr. Strange."

"Oh, baby, I'd be dying by hearing your voice."

His juvenile behavior usually makes you giggle. "Please don't be that flirt." Your eyes drift upward as you react.

"Wow, honey. What a word. You fell for me because of that 'flirt.'

You bite your lips before both starts to burst out laughing as your hand crooks over his chest through his apron, moving from his muscular board till cradling his face closer as the breathless kiss resumes.

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Could you make part 2 for your Shang-Chi fic called New Neighbor??????

New Neighbour // 2

Pairing: Shang-Chi x Reader

Summary: Who said fairytales weren't real?

Warnings: none

Note this is the last part for this fic!

Part 1 Part 2

MASTERLIST

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"Okay you two, I have work in like five hours."

"Booooooo!"

"Party pooper!"

Shaun and Katy were drunk off their asses from all the shots of patron and tequila they drank during kareoke night. Ever since that day we all met, Katy and Shaun made it their business to get me to tag along whenever they went out for drinks and good ol' kareoke, no matter which day of the week it is.

"Yeah, booo, I'm no fun, yada, yada, yada. Get your asses in the car or else I'm leaving you guys here." grumbling beneath their breaths they drunkenly gathered their stuff while I paid for the drinks.

"Let's go." I held the door open for them as they stublemd out onto the sidewalk. Thankfully I was able to get parking right around the corner becuase the rain was pouring down on us.

"Here, don't want you to get sick." Shaun put his jacket over my head, his eyes locked with mine under the street light, the cold water beating down on him seemed to sober him up a bit. Even soaked in the rain from head to toe he managed to be handsome. Movement of flouricent pink pants over his shoulder caught my attention.

"Katy!"

She was dancing away in the middle of the empty street to whatever song she has stuck in her head.

I cannot deal with this

"The rain feels great guys!" giving up on trying to do a box step she proceeded to lie flat on her back, letting the rain drops hit her face first.

"She's right, it does." Shaun agreed with her moving to join her in the street. Realizing that I hadn't budged an inch he came back for me, scooping me up into his arms bridal style.

"Shaun!"

He carried me in his arms as if I weighed nothing, spinning us around in the pouring rain. I was fully drenched now, laughing and grinning like a total idiot in the arms of my crush.

Yes, for the past three months I've been crushing really hard on my neighbour since he helped me move in. He's become someone extremely important to me and I don't know what I'd do without having his goofy sense of humor around.

I could never tell if he felt the same about me so I never risked our friendship by trying to see if there was anything more between us. I'd rather be his friend than nothing at all.

"How does it feel now?"

"Amazing."

And I wasn't just talking about the droplets hitting my skin

"Oh for the love of God, Shaun, kiss the girl!" Katy shouted and he stared down at me with a bashful smile on his face, eyes hopeful. I can feel his increased heartbeat in his chest, it was mirroring mine.

"What are you waiting for Shaun? Kiss the girl." my soft tone was enough to break whatever trance he was in, he lowered his head to meet mine and I met him halfway, locking our lips together.

There are no words to describe this kiss, except for the fact that it was magical. The rain, him holding me in his arms, it was perfect. Our lips molded together in a perfect fit, like they were made for each other.

"It's about damn time you love birds got together!" breaking apart I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as he continued to stare down at me.

"You have no idea how long I wanted to do that."

"Same here, I'm glad you finally did."

Smiling he kissed me again, this time dipping me as he did.

I could never get tired of the taste of his lips. Tonight is one for the books, I didn't think that I'd have one of those fairytale kisses like the ones I read in my books but by some twist in fate I finally know what it feels like.

All thanks to my new neighbour.

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[muite]

Protective boyfriend Baji !

» fluff w/ sweet boyfie kei (1.5k)

Study dates were always quiet with your boyfriend, baji keisuke who was actually known for being a loud and kinda dumb person was always so good to you during these times, taking your study dates very seriously

being neighbors was a great thing for you both, being that the reason why you met each other in the first place, both of you living with only your mothers and you with your cat, who one day went missing and it wasn't until afternoon that baji knocked on your door asking if he was yours and if he could come visit him

safe to say he managed to snatch himself a tutor who was more than able to explain to him the things he didn't understand one, two or three times while being completely patience with him, over time the two of you confessed your feelings to each other and then eventually started dating

this evening though you were explaining something different to him

"hah? what do you mean some fuckers are billing you?"

"it's bullying baji-kun"

tickling your arm he blushed before murmuring an embarrassed "shut up" putting a hand on his neck and rubbing it "what were they even bullying you for?"

"they made fun of me for my glasses, they said I looked funny"

recently you had been having constant headaches and after going for a quick check up you found out you needed reading glasses, they said the headaches were produce of you squinting too hard, so now here you are explaining all the current events happening in your school life to your boyfriend

"fuck that, you look georgess"

"it actually is gorgeous baji-kun"

"I don't give a shit, you're going home with me tomorrow"

"we don't even go to the same school"

"I'll go to yours!"

seeing you smile made him feel all dizzy inside and he'll be damned if he didn't protect your smile at all costs

"then I'll be waiting for you"

"you better cause I don't wanna get lost"

laughing softly at him you said "you won't"

at 5pm sharp he was waiting at the entrance of your school, watching dozens of students leave to finally go to their homes

but none of them were you

so already feeling irritated he decided to go looking for you, walking down the halls of the large institution many people looked at him when he passed by them, surely thinking he was some sort of freak or something cause clearly that wasn't their school's uniform

finally arriving at your class he saw the two doors closed, he thought he would wait a few minutes, that is until he heard muffled voices and mocking laughs coming from the classroom he knew you studied in

"there's some guys in my class that have been bullying me"

baji's instincts told him to slam the door open and pondering too much, that's exactly what he did

he saw four guys surrounding you as another one had your glasses in one hand above your head, the five of them were laughing at your "give it back!" while tossing the said glasses between them

"but were having such a great time y/n-chan!"

just as the leader of the group said that a fist collided with his cheek making him lay flat on the ground

the remaining 4 guys and you scrambled to see who had knocked the living shit out of the strongest guy in your class, only to find a nerd looking guy with slicked back hair wearing some really big glasses

the right hand of the leader walked up to the nerdy guy with a threatening look in his eyes

"oi damn nerd did you do thi-"

before he can finish the question a fist sent him to the ground, laying down just beside his leader

your wide eyes watched with amazement as the nerdy guy kicked the five of your bully's asses, as he knocked down the last one your mind started questioning who the nerdy guy was

"damn fuckers, making me fight in school didn't even let me change"

hearing that familiar annoyed deep growling voice your impossibly wide eyes went even wider

"baji-kun?! what are you doing here?!"

"looks like you forgot I told you I would be walking you home today y/n"

smiling sheepishly at him you said "ah.. yeah I did..."

though it was obvious why you didn't go meet him as you promised

seeing how your embarrassed face couldn't even look at him right now, he softened the scowl on his face waking over to you before grabbing your face in the most delicate way he could asking

"these idiots gave you a hard time? they didn't injure my girl anywhere right?"

cheeks heating up in his hands made him smile, he loved how adorable you were, always giving him the cutest reactions at the bare minimum of what you called "his boyfriend material side"

"hm, just them messing with my glasses and pulling my hair"

"oh right, were are them?"

hearing him ask that reminded you of the issue at hand: your glasses

"ah, I remember hiroshi-san was the last one with them in hand-"

"oi hiroshi stand up"

you knew your boyfriend was in a gang and that he had been in numerous fights with many people, you even had to patch him up many of the times he's gotten in trouble and didn't want his mom to worry

but this was completely different, seeing him, being this dangerous and demanding made you feel some type of way, you knew he was strong both in attitude and strength, but even so you couldn't stop but gawk at him being this amazing

hiroshi stood up and when he did you saw that with the fall he had landed on your brand new glasses, glasses that now laid in millions pieces with a crooked frame

you felt yourself pout and with a trembling heart you stepped to gather them in your hands but before you could touch them baji stopped you

"stand up, the five of you"

hiroshi and his friends quickly made a circle around baji, completely in his hands at the fear of the said guy beating them to unconsciousness

"all of you, every single one are going to pay for her glasses" the guys looked at each other nodding their heads unable to form words with their mouths "five times"

"hah?!"

"you bastards have a problem?"

seeing baji's threatening stare made them swallow hard, bowing down and muttering a quiet "no"

"by the end of the week I want y'all to have already paid her the... prize was it y/n?"

"p-price baji-kun"

"-paid her the price and if you don't just know that I'll be hunting down every single one of you" and after ending them a dirty look he grabbed your hand and started walking towards the door as if nothing happened

"I didn't know you could pull of glasses baji-kun"

"shut up it makes me smarter"

you couldn't help the laugh escaping your lips at that statement

the two of you were walking towards your apartment complex hand in hand, baji letting his long hair loose and putting his glasses in a little pouch into his bag

"-and didn't I already told you to stop calling me baji? I'm your boyfriend, call me keisuke or kei-kun, some cheesy shit"

"it's disrespectful"

"I call you y/n all the time"

"but you're simply you, baji-kun"

"what the hell does that even mean?"

after laughing you smiled softly at him, he was really sweet and a really good boy, even going to the lengths of beating five guys for bullying you

feeling how the grip on his hand tightened he looked over his shoulder to catch your stare, you looked troubled and your wobbly lips told him something wasn't right "you ok?"

with a hand you pulled his tie down, his face coming closer to you and finally closing the distance with a sweet kiss

his beating heart let you dictate the path of the kiss, soft sigh leaving his lips as one hand grabbed the side of your face, so soft he thought to himself as your lips molded his, some few minutes passed and then you pulled away from him

"I love you kei-kun, thank you for everything"

his soft gaze on you let you know that he was starting to feel flustered and with a soft tone he replied "idiot, you don't have to thank me"

you loved dork adorable baji at times like these

grabbing your hand he continued walking down the street

"wanna eat at my house? your mom can come too, then we'll go to yours while they're together" smirking down at you he said in a low suggesting voice "that way you can pay the prize to me for saving you"

"it actually is price kei-kun"

"way to kill the moment y/n"

[itsmeluvxx]

Katsuki wishes the mirror was malleable. Watching his reflection, perfect as it follows his movements like a puppet, he wishes he could crawl through the silver frame and make tweaks. He would first change his eyebrows by filling them with hair follicles to create that bushy look he has always wanted. Next, he would move to his nose, he doesn’t know how it could be improved but he knows it needs it, it’s way too dainty. Tweaking his jawline would be next on the list. By pushing and pulling he would make it stronger. His body needs too much work to even comment on. Puberty would be the natural remedy, except, he doesn’t have that puberty- instead, he will just get softer.

His reflection frowns and pokes at the fat on his chest. He isn’t binding right now and it proves to be a mistake because the longer he stares the farther his mind wanders. It’s deep in the woods that grow in the darkest parts of his brain, overgrown with weeds and mold. And, the mold just keeps talking, “No one will love you like that,” and he replies with little sanity, “You’re right, I’m hideous.”

He walks away from the mirror, done with the conversation, to flop onto his bed, the red comforter conforming to hug him. He pulls it up around him, ready to disappear in a pile where all that exists is his eyes peeking out, watching. His All Might poster stares back and it makes his eyes feel less puffy. It’s a stupid comfort. But, the poster was his prized possession, framed and hung like precious cargo, despite it being five dollars from Walmart. His parents gave it to him when he started his transition as a sort of “you can do it!” give and he can’t give it up. When he sees it all he can imagine are his parents’ happy tears and the long talk his dad gave him about being a man. His dad was so proud of him when he repeated back the rules, the first being “men don’t hit anything but baseballs.”

His phone lights up on the bed next to him, flashing his explosion home screen and a notification. His discomfort is immediately replaced by giddy adrenaline. No one texts him, his school turned its back on him when he decided to wear the boy’s uniform and cut his hair short, but, he does have one person.

He opens the DM with slightly shaky fingers and excited eyes.

AllM1ght: KACCHAN!!!!

LordExplosion: …Deku

Allm1ght: you would not guess what i got in the mail today

LordExplosion: youre right i wouldn’t

Katsuki watches as Deku types for thirty seconds and then restarts, his typing bubble flashing for at least two tedious minutes. Sometimes he could strangle the nerd, it’s not like he could warrant the time with good grammar. Which, he knows the other has because the idiot writes nerdy fanfiction (so does Katsuki but that’s beside the point.) Finally, the reply comes through and he’s shocked by the sight of an image of Deku, something they’ve never sent before. Granted, his face isn’t in it, it’s all neck down. In the background, there are piles of dirty clothes- gross- but most importantly, there’s a shirtless Deku on his phone.

AllM1ght: I GOR MY FIRST BINDER!!!

AllM1ght: IM LITERALY IN TEARSA

AllM1ght: thank you for the advice by the way, it really helped when i bought it

Holy shit. There’s a shirtless Deku on his phone. He really shouldn’t be blushing this hard, but who knew the nerd has abs-

AllM1ght: Kacchan?

God, he thought his small, innocent crush was gonna go away soon, but nope. No hope now. He was useless and gay and those were perfectly good abs. He looked good as fuck in a binder.

AllM1ght: did i make it weird

AllM1ght: i kinda thought i shouldnt have sent a photo

AllM1ght: sorry

AllM1ght: I didnt even ask if that would trigger your dysphoria or anything

Katsuki’s eyes are torn from the photo by Deku’s rapid texting, his eyes widening when he reads the flood of messages. His heart beats off, processing Deku’s panic over his lack of answers to the read messages. He feels horrible, Deku thinks he’s sent him into a dysphoric attack of some sort when in reality he had just been thirsty. Goddammit, Katsuki. He’s an idiot.

LordExplosion: hey shush

LordExplosion: i was just distracted

AllM1ght: you sure it was fine?

LordExplosion: yah it was fine deku

LordExplosion: no need to freak out like that

AllM1ght: sorry :3

LordExplosion: Tch

AllM1ght: AWW you love me <33333

Blushing at the message, he buries himself further into his bed and covers his head with the comforter so that all he can see is the light reflecting Deku’s messages. All he wants to focus on right now is the nerd. He makes him feel all… fuzzy. He doesn’t know what to call them, friends, mutuals,- something else.

They met around a year ago. Both of them used online communities to escape when they were rejected by their schools. Deku was running an All Might fanfiction blog, reblogging anything he thought was good and posting his own. He was surprisingly good, garnering a good amount of followers. Katsuki was running his own blog, although his was more personal than anything. He would casually post and reblog transgender posts, cat videos, and he would occasionally put his two cents in the All Might fandom. One of his posts went “viral,” a stupid comment that Nighteye and All Might were definitely divorced. Deku had found him through that post, them becoming mutuals after Deku followed him.

Katsuki had thought it was weird how much Deku had been interacting with his male to female posts as Deku had his pronouns listed as She/Her in his bio forever. But then, one day while they were showing off their comic collection, Deku confessed he thought he may be a boy. Katsuki told him what his parents told him, “You can do it!” and that’s how Deku got his nickname, he said he may use “Dekiru” as his new penname and Katsuki retorted he was more of a “Deku” than anything.

The nickname Kacchan came about in a way more embarrassing way that Katsuki was not willing to divulge.

Somewhere along the way of these texts, Katsuki had developed some sort of crush- ew- on the nerdy-ass boy.

LordExplosion: sure…

AllM1ght: you do! just admit it!

LordExplosion: no

AllM1ght: cmon i love you say it back

FuCK. Katsuki was bright red at this point. Was this flirting? This had to be flirting. The idiot said he loved him. Oh my god. Panic. Panic. Panic. This was what gay panic felt like.

LordExplosion: i love you :(

He was going to scream.

AllM1ght: im blushing

He made the nerd blush.

AllM1ght: hey kacchan

LordExplosiom: yah deku

Katsuki thought the typing bar would hover for a while, in the usual Deku manner in situations like this. And apparently in ab photo situation. God. Those were hot. But, instead, the reply was almost instantaneous.

AllM1ght: do you wanna be my boyfriend

Katuski choked on his spit. What does he say? He wants to, he really, really wants to say yes. He can imagine it, calling each other up and saying lovey-dovey things. Or, flying to each other and doing those super embarrassing first meetings at an airport that always end with someone being held in the other’s arms. He hopes he’ll be the latter, as it’s the less embarrassing option of the two. He wishes for it. All of it, everything that being a couple is.

AllM1ght: ive thought about it for a while. I think itll be really good i mean ive looked up to you for so long. And you always get what im going through and i hope its the same way for you and i dont know about you but i really wan to meet you and hold your hand and run my fingers through your hair

AllM1ght: i really really like you katsuki

Katsuki. Katsuki. Katsuki. He wishes he knew what Deku’s voice sounded like saying that, but for now he can just imagine.

LordExplosion: i really like you too Izuku

He really wants to scream now. That was probably the first time he had ever used Izuku’s chosen name and it was in a cringe confession. He’ll bury himself.

AllM1ght: <333333333333333333333333

AllM1ght: WERE BOYFRIENDS

AllM1ght: MY BOYFRIEND IS KACCHAN

LordExplosion: WELL MY BOYFRIEND IS DEKU

LordExplosion: HELL YAH FUCKER

He thinks back to the thoughts before when he stared at his body and thought no one would ever love him. God, how wrong was he?

[azucanela]

pls some headcanons for Bakugou, Shinsou and Shoto when the reader kisses them infront of everyone. Thank you :)

KISSING THEM IN FRONT OF EVERYONE

FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI, SHINSOU HITSOHI TODOROKI SHOUTO

SUMMARY: in which you and the boys kiss in public, and now everyone is screaming. oh no.

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNING: season three spoliers, insecurities, arguments,

A/N: i wanted to do scenarios bc this was too good ugh thank YOU for requesting this 

BAKUGO KATSUKI

lol so HAVE FUN WITH THIS ONE

you two are already dating but you keep it on the down low because its Katsuki and he’s like ew people knowing i have feelings other than anger? ew ew ew

you’re fine with it, but if he thinks its bothering you he’ll talk to you about it and smother you with affection, but he’ll act like its nothing

wants to rub it in his faces that you are his girlfriend, yes, but also he doesn’t want the teasing that comes with it. he knows for a fact that all his friends would bully him because he is SOFT FOR YOUUU and he’s also just a generally private person

you respect this and like it’s fine woo yeah okay it’s nice being the only one that sees the side of him that’s all soft and cute and affectionate

i can’t really see the two of you slipping up unless it’s influenced by a lot of emotions

where do these emotions come from? you might ask

his kidnapping.

you were a mess, but it was lowkey, real lowkey. and unlike the others you do not support trying to save katsuki on their own, trusting the heroes to do their job is the way to go.

so you don’t go with them. the next time you see your lovely boyfriend is when he’s giving kirishima money

so naturally, consumed by all the fear and panic you felt while he was gone, you kiss him!

and he kisses you back and its really soft and oh-

what a shame the whOLE CLASS IS THERE 

everyone is really confused, but they’re happy because they think that the two of you finally addressed the clear tension between the two of you, all it took was a lil kidnapping

except then you pull apart, completely disregarding them, your hands on his face, “baby are you okay?”

you don’t call someone you haven’t kissed before baby

then it clicks for the rest of the class

SCREAMS.

so much yelling

oh god have fun with that one

the bakusquad is yelling at him for not telling him, the dekusquad is scolding you for not telling them, there’s just a lot of questionable things

katsuki will get SO FLUSTERED because this is not what we wanted

at least the attention was off of his kidnapping now

maybe that was your goal idk 👀

Katsuki really wished everyone would shut up about his kidnapping, it wasn’t something he wanted to think about right now, or ever if he was honest. So much had happened in the past few days and he was still struggling to process all of it, and the disgustingly warm welcome he’d received to the dorms wasn’t helping. It was gross. 

He’d shoved cash into Kirishima’s hand, rolling his eyes when he began to panic at the possibility that he’d taken it from Denki, shutting down the idea almost immediately.

And then he saw her.

Y/N was shoving past everyone and heading to him, and he couldn’t help the relief he felt when he saw her. Katsuki was grateful she hadn’t been involved in the little escape plan Deku had hatched out, but seeing her made him feel calmer than even as she practically tackled him, hands coming to his cheeks as she brought him into a kiss.

Their lips molded together perfectly, his hands coming to her sides and holding her like he’d never let go as her hands gripped his face rather harshly. It would have been the perfect moment, had the rest of his class not been there. 

Y/N seemed to disregard this as she pulled apart, eyes darting across his figure as his brows furrowed at her clear distress. “Calm down, idiot.” His cheeks are turning red as he realizes that everyone is staring, but he can’t help but focus his attention on her as he feels a wave of relaxation wash over him as she begins to run her hands all over him in search of injuries.

“Oh, I’m sorry, for caring about your wellbeing.” She grumbled, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso when her hands left his face. “Baby, you scared me.” His arms wrapped around her shoulders securely, as he rolled his eyes, though Katsuki wouldn’t deny he was appreciating all the attention she was giving him, he was beginning to feel embarrassed as he allowed her to hold onto him.

As if the kiss hadn’t been enough to astonish the rest of their class, the pet name simply amplified their shocked as they all cried out, “baby?” Kirishima had exchanged looks with Mina, who looked equally confused before returning their gaze to Katsuki, a look of betrayal evident on both their faces.

Stupid barbarians. “SHUT UP EXTRAS!” Katsuki exclaimed, holding Y/N tighter to his chest as his cheeks flushed red, he could hear her laugh against his chest. “Can’t a guy hug his girlfriend in peace.” 

“GIRLFRIEND?”

He was grateful for the subject change, though he didn’t appreciate the fact that his relationship had been exposed, until he looked back to Y/N, who beamed at him. 

If she was happy then it was fine he supposed. 

SHINSOU HITOSHI

welp

this one will probably have the funniest reaction

like

you did not just kiss him, in front of all these people, was that a joke?

i think he’s the only one you wouldn’t already be in a relationship with, purely because this is just 10x funnier

so ever since the two of you first started hanging, there have been people criticizing you for befriending him at all, because of his quirk, they just cannot believe that the Y/N L/N is hanging out with Shinsou Hitoshi

but also, ever since the two of you started hanging out, the bullying has lessened immensely, most because you threatened everyone it was really subtle, but they got the message

nobody screws with Y/N L/N

anyways, you two are probably hanging out again, and it’s been a while since you got one of those comments, which is the main reason this one sets you off.

“quit hanging out with that freak L/N, he’s gonna ruin your chances at becoming a pro.” 

shinsou was used to this, and your violent reactions, so he immediately brought a hand to your arm to ensure you didn’t commit a murder, shaking his head at you

you turn back to him, and you’re lowkey glaring at him before turning your piercing eyes back to the other guys

and without breaking eye contact with them, you grab Shinsou’s face, earning stares from everywhere in the cafeteria, and then kiss him

shinsou is shocked

shinsou.exe

you killed him.

he did not anticipate this um, you kinda caught him by surprise with this one, he genuinely did not think it was possible for you to feel this way for him

when you pull away, the kiss is almost like magic

you don’t mess with Y/N’s friends, much less their boyfriend

When Y/N beams up at Shinsou, he can’t help the way his heart skips a beat. It’s ridiculous, he knows this, and he hates that he can’t prevent it. Shinsou is no fool, he knows Y/N L/N, a UA student that could potentially be a member of the Top Ten heroes in the future, would never like him. He wouldn’t be shocked if she befriended him entirely out of pity, given how students used to treat him prior to their unlikely friendship. She’d weaseled her way into his life, despite his attempts to avoid her, ignore her, and even tell her off, she’d stuck around. 

And yes, Shinsou had made the mistake of liking her. On days like this, he’d entertain the possibility that Y/N liked him back, because sometimes she hugged him for longer than average friends did, or maybe she’d press a kiss to his cheek, or even hold his hands.

That was probably just something best friends did.

“Hitoshi! Don’t you know what this means?” She exclaimed, hands finding their way onto his shoulders in the middle of the cafeteria.

Yes, she used his first name.

Shinsou rolled his eyes, trying to keep himself from getting flustered purely because her hands were on him, “Y/N it’s not a big deal, and besides-”

“We’re going to be in the same class!” Her hands move from his shoulders to around them as she pulls him into a hug, “I’m so proud of you.”

He’s shocked that she’s saying these things, and its clear she has more confidence in him than he does. Aizawa had offered him daily training to get him onto the same level as the other Class 1-A students, and he’d be joining them the next semester, assuming everything went well. “It’s no guarantee.” He mumbles, wrapping his arms around her torso.

Shinsou felt Y/N swat his back as she pulled away slightly, much to his dismay, “you’re so talented! Of course, he’s gonna let you in.” 

She sounded so sure, and Shinsou felt his heart swell with pride. 

He moves to speak, only to be interrupted by a passerby, “L/N. Come on, quit hanging out with that freak.” Y/N recognized him, James, he’d bothered Shinsou before, and he’d tried to get Y/N to stop hanging out with Shinsou and been unsuccessful. “He’s just gonna ruin your chances at becoming a pro.”

Y/N pulls away slightly from Shinsou, her brows are furrowed as she moves to confront him, only for Shinsou to grab her arm, shaking his head. “Don’t.”

Turning to glare at the guy, Y/N scoffed, “is this because I rejected you?” 

“He asked you out?” Shinsou asked, but Y/N gave him a look that said they’d discuss it later. She could remember the day vividly, he’d asked shortly after she returned from hanging out with Shinsou, telling her she could do so much better, and so much better meant him. 

She disagreed. And now Y/N couldn’t help but feel bothered as their argument begins to draw attention from others within the cafeteria, she can see in the corner of her eye that Izuku has come to a stand. Though Iida is grasping his shoulder to try and prevent him from doing anything irrational, they all knew Y/N could stand on her own. 

James scoffed at her words, “you probably rejected me because he made you.” The implications were dark, the idea that Shinsou had forced Y/N to befriend him and reject James, though he’d never used his quirk on her and swore he never would. 

Shinsou found himself releasing Y/N’s arm, taking a step backwards as he sighed, only for her to grab his hand and yank him closer before taking his face in her hands and kissing him.

She was kissing him.

Oh.

Shinsou’s mind empties as Y/N pulls away, turning back to James as she says, “my boyfriend doesn’t need to make me do anything.” And the boy practically stomps off in frustration, grumbling about Shinsou’s stupid quirk or something of that sort. Not that either of them are paying attention as Y/n brings a hand to the back of her neck awkwardly, searching her mind for an explanation.

“Boyfriend?” His voice is soft, small, and he knows there are other people in the cafeteria but he can’t bring himself to care about their stares. 

Y/N turns to him, and she feels her cheeks warm as she tries to avoid his eyes, “well. Only if you want to-”

“I want to.” Shinsou replies too quickly, his cheeks flushing.

Y/N nods, “cool.” 

“Cool.” 

Izuku can’t help but beam as he watches the interaction, hitting Iida’s arm repetitvely as as he exclaims, “does this mean I’ll be able to study his quirk more?”

Tsu just sighs, “this means we don’t have to listen to her pining anymore.” 

TODOROKI SHOUTO

THIS ONE

probably the most relaxed about it, not flustered at all, you tried thoughh

your relationship isn’t really a secret, it’s just that neither of you are that into PDA. 

there will be occasional cuddling on the common room couch of the dorms during movie night, but that’s seen as normal to the rest of Class 1-A. during dates, there will be hand holding, a kiss on the cheek, an arm around the shoulder, otherwise most of the intimacy is reserved for your rooms

this lack of PDA is why class 1-A was completely unaware that the two of you were dating, 

though you hadn’t tried to hide it, you also hadn’t made it entirely public, you also lowkey thought everyone knew.

mostly because it was so blatantly obvious that shoto was in love with you, but the entire class thought he was unaware of his own feelings and you were just oblivious 

oh how wrong they were

you come into class one day and you see shoto and you’re just like lol hi babe and you kiss him, he kisses back, LIKE IT IS THE MOST NORMAL THING

he’s temporarily caught off guard because like i said you two don’t really do PDA, but he digs it, 10/10 would kiss you again in front of everyone, mostly because after all of the CHAOS that this kiss causes, the other boys in the class stop blatantly flirting with you

speaking of chaos

the class erupts into PURE CHAOS

so much yelling and screaming, they are so confused, have fun explaining that one

shoto is equally confused as to why they are confused and you’re just laughing because you knew this would mess with their heads. he ends up getting a little flustered by all the sudden attention the two of you are getting, but maintains his apathetic attitude.

Shoto places his bag beside his desk before pulling his things out one by one to place them onto the desk along with the small cup of coffee. Shoto wasn’t really the coffee type himself, he preferred tea, Y/N on the other hand had an obsession if he was honest. Of course, he enabled this obsession, he liked being the one to bring a smile onto her face. 

Yeah, he was whipped.

He could tell when Y/N entered the room because the atmosphere seemed to change entirely, she seemed to brighten everyone’s mood despite how early it was. Greeting their other classmates, she began to move towards him, seeing that he was holding a cup of coffee, Y/N raised a brow. “You drink coffee now?” She asked as she placed her things down. 

Shaking his head, Shoto extended the hand with the cup of coffee towards him, “it’s for you.” He explained, small smile on his face.

The rest of their classmates watched the interaction, Kirishima punching Kaminari’s arm as he exclaimed, “so manly!”

Bakugou scoffed from beside the both of them, “if he was really manly then maybe he’d actually ask her out.” Crossing his arms, he averts his eyes from the two, finding the class’s obsession with their relationship a tad ridiculous. Though everyone seemed to be at least slightly invested in the potential outcome at this point. 

“Whatever, Bakugo.” Mina says, “L/N has the prettiest boy in class wrapped around her finger- ugh! I want someone to love me like that.” She places her head in her hand, brows furrowing as she stares at the two. Y/N is smiling widely at Shoto, who returns her smile with one of his own. 

And then Y/N kisses him. As though this is an everyday thing. 

Mina practically jumps out her seat, and though Bakugo would never admit it, his mouth gaped open in shock as she cried out, “did you two just kiss?!”

Shoto’s cheeks are red as they pull away, though his face remains apathetic as he looks to the ground and Y/N replies, “can I not kiss my boyfriend?” She tilts her head in confusion, laughing slightly at the outburst and the clear shock in everyone’s faces. 

“Boyfriend?” Hagaruke cried out. “Why didn’t you tell us?!”

Y/N’s brows furrows as she looks to the rest of the astonished class, “did you guys seriously not know? I thought we were obvious, I literally call him by his first name-”

“We thought that was because you two were madly in love with each other but neither could confess!” Momo exclaimed suddenly, her cheeks flaming red at her outburst as she slaps a hand over her mouth.

Mina simply nods in agreement, “exactly! But now he’s buying you coffee and-”

Shoto shakes his head in confusion, “I often buy her coffee, normally she finishes it before we get to class.” He looks to Y/N, a small frown on her face, “today she woke up too late for me to walk her to school so I couldn’t give it to her then-”

“You’re so manly, Todoroki!” Kirishima exclaims, though Shoto simply looks at him in confusion as he removes his hand from Y/N’s waist. 

Shrugging, he takes a seat at his desk and Y/N speaks once more, “I just don’t understand how you guys didn’t know.” Standing beside him as he organizes his things while seated, Y/N runs a hand through his hair, and Shoto’s cheeks seemed to redden once more.

“You guys aren’t normally so touchy!” Uraraka has joined the conversation, shock clear in her features. 

Shoto nods in agreement,  “your behavior today is abnormal, Y/N.”

Now Y/N can feel her cheeks warm as she removes her hand and takes a seat t her desk, “you guys are weird.”

Izuku simply sighs, deflating almost as he watches the interaction and leans over towards Iida, “now I owe Kacchan money.”