#i had rocks thrown at me on the playground

[ameliaenya707]

I know yall think I'm funny and hot and such but the kids I went to elementary school with would NOT agree with you.

[svtgg]

Star Gazing

Jun and Chae go on an incredibly late night walk.

pairing: chae x jun

genre: hurt/comfort, just a smidge angst

word count: 1k, short and sweet

warnings: alludes to Yun grieving, a stress breakdown of sorts

...

On most stressful days, Chae was usually tired enough to pass out after laying in bed. But with Yun on hiatus (and rightfully so, she would never be upset with her about that), and the rest of the members stressed out, trying to fill in the missing pieces of their comeback, Chae had grown restless.

It was maybe around 2 in the morning when Chae shoved her covers off of her, grabbed her phone, some headphones, and a hoodie, before leaving her shared room with Jeonghan as quietly as possible. 

Chae sighed to herself, struggling to put on her converse. She reached over to the wall to try to balance herself but misjudged how far she would have to extend her arm and ended up tripping over her own feet, landing on the mat by their front door. She winced at the brief moment of pain but went back to the task at hand.

Seventeen had many nightowls, so it wasn’t uncommon for someone to pull an allnighter. Jun, however, was one of their best sleepers, and was the last person Chae expected to be silently watching her putting her converse on from the kitchen. 

“How long have you just been standing there?”

Jun shrugs.

“You’ve been watching me the entire time?” Chae exasperatedly asks. “What are you even up for? Go to bed.”

Jun wishes that he was in bed, but for whatever reason, Seungkwan and Dino were both still up, watching youtube videos together and laughing their asses off. He had gotten up to grab a glass of water and was sipping on it when Chae walked past the kitchen. He could tell she was annoyed by how fast she was trying to get out the door but was still trying to decide if he should interrupt her moment or leave the kitchen without her noticing. 

He sets down his glass and walks over to Chae, “Couldn’t sleep. Where are you going?”

Chae yawns and she rubs her hands against her face before responding, “On a walk, I guess? Just want to clear my head.”

Jun nods understandingly and grabs a random jacket that was thrown on a nearby chair, “Cool, I’ll come with.”

“Jun, you really don’t have to.”

“I know. But I like making sure you’re safe and could probably use the walk myself, so we go together.”

…

The first ten minutes of their walk is in complete silence. Chae opts to not put on her headphones, instead enjoying the quietness of being outside when no one else was. There is a slight breeze blowing through her hair, not strong enough to make her feel chilly but it was still refreshing. She can tell that Jun was enjoying himself too, occasionally kicking a rock that is on their path or slowing down when he catches himself walking a little faster than Chae. 

Neither of them knew where they were going, but enjoyed the simplicity in just walking. They eventually end up in a park and sit at a bench facing a playground. 

“I’m glad-” Jun jumps in his seat at the suddenness of Chae’s voice interrupting their silence and Chae laughs at him.

“I’m glad you came with me.”

“Yea?”

“Yea.” Jun looks over at Chae, she is sitting with her head leaned back so that she’s looking at the sky and her butt is at the edge of the bench. “I like looking at the stars with you.” The gentleness in her voice is endearing to Jun and he can’t help but copy her position and gaze at the stars as well.

Chae lifts her arm and points at what Jun can only assume is a star.

“That’s you.” She says before moving her finger over a little bit, “And that's Myungho. And Nix. And Edyth, and Seungkwan, and Wonwoo, and Dk, and Cheol, and Dino, and Yun, and Mingyu, and Woozi, and Hoshi, and Jeonghan, and Vernon, and Josh.”

Her hand drops, but Jun is quick to grab it and pointing it at a very specific star, “And that's you. You're our North Star, Chae. You tell us where to go when we get lost. You light the way.”

Chae pulls her hand away from Jun and sits up. Jun once again mirrors her, and realizes that Chae is now crying softly. She uses her hands to cover her face and doesn’t let Jun pull them away. Instead, he tosses an arm over her shoulder and pulls her until she’s leaning into him.

“What if,” Chae sniffles, “What if I don’t know where to go anymore? What if I don’t know how to help?”

Jun uses the hand that isn’t wrapped around Chae to smooth out her hair. “You don’t need to know how to help all of the time, Chae. Sometimes, just knowing that you are there with us, offering comfort, is enough. You are more than enough.”

Chae cries a little bit harder and Jun hugs her a little bit tighter.

“Don’t forget that you’re a star like the rest of us, okay? And we want to help you too.” Jun feels Chae nod her head against his shoulder. 

The two go back to enjoying each other's presence in silence. Until Jun notices that Chae is starting to fall asleep on top of him. He nudges her a little bit and Chae jerks awake.

“We should head back.” Jun says.

Chae nods in agreement. She lets Jun hold her hand and pull her away from the bench. He holds her hand the entire walk back to the dorms and even helps her untie her shoelaces when they make it back.

Before entering her room, Chae glances at Jun, who is watching her from his own door to his room. 

She leans in his direction and whispers, “Thanks, Jun.”

He leans toward her too, “No problem, Chae.”

The two smile at each other one last time before entering their rooms and going to sleep.

[tekerproto]

The Story of the Hulstrom Civil War

To celebrate the anniversary of the Civil War at my middle school, I have decided to preserve the war and the outcome of it for generations to come.

August 16th, 2017 - I've started the 7th grade and am at recess. With my friend group that was preserved between the transition from small tweens to large tweens, I have formed a confederacy of the other surviving groups. We establish smooth rocks as our currency, imperialist fascism (I was in that phase, don't judge me, I'm better now) as our ideology, and use larger rocks and wet sand to build buildings. For the first semester, all goes well. Then, suddenly:

February 8th, 2018 - The Hulstrom Commune is established by a group of kids that got bored and read the Communist Manifesto in history. They quickly gain popularity and soon, establish their own nation. Inspired by this, two more nations are established: The Islamic Emirate of Hulstrom, and the Socialist Republic of Hulstrom. About a week after this, they start a civil war when they capture our capital city of Strayerburg. So, here are the sides:

Hulstrom Reich

VS -

Islamic Emirate of Hulstrom Socialist Republic of Hulstrom

VS -

The Hulstrom Commune

March 16th, 2018 - During a celebration of the 8 month anniversary of our confederacies founding, the Socialist Republic of Hulstrom takes one of our settlements in the field and converts it to one of their own. In retaliation, we start making thick ropes and whips out of the tall grass in the dry field. Also, the currency of smooth rocks is collapsing because some kid got a rock tumbler and produced over 10 FUCKING POUNDS OF ROCKS. THIS BASTARD MADE WHAT WOULD BE WORTH $10,000 INTO $5.

March 20th, 2018 - A day that shall be remembered in Hulstrom History. A three day siege begins on the new capital of Trivediburg, fueled by aggression from all sides. During the first day, another 25 pounds of smooth rocks are distributed, they had been made over the span of five days. Multiple sharpened sticks are thrown/ launched at the flag that we flew.

March 21st, 2018 - All territory that we had abandoned in favor of our capital is now controlled by either three sides. An offensive from the Hulstrom Commune fails due to a monitor stopping it before it could happen, more rocks are distributed because another five kids had bought tumblers and used them to revalue our currency even more.

March 22nd, 2018 - Surrounded, outsticked, outgeneraled, and outpersonaled, we decide to make the only logical move; we pull the equivalent of an HOI4 last stand and hold the city for another five hours (and, in doing so, all get very deserved phone calls home). By the time the clock strikes 5:00 pm, the walls of the city fall. After realizing that non of our buildings were anchored to the ground, nearly all of the city is quickly moved to the capitals of the Islamic Emirate of Hulstrom, the Socialist Republic of Hulstrom, and the Hulstrom Commune. Except for one, the so-called "Hulstrom Reichstag," this building was pushed by our troops to the southwest corner of the field, to the point where the entrance was facing a neighboring property. The windows were boarded up, and everyone was ordered to jump the fence and hope inside the Hulstrom Reichstag. Eventually, a crack was formed in one of the rocks that was used to build the thing, and it was quickly pulled into the capital of the Hulstrom Commune, Olivagrad. The doors were busted down, but my offices' door stayed sealed. That was until an emo kid broke down the door with a rock. I surrendered and was exiled to the Kindergarten Playground.

By April 1st, we had reached a peace treaty and all of our lands were split amongst the Socialist Republic of Hulstrom and the Hulstrom Commune. As for the Islamic Emirate of Hulstrom, they agreed to only possess land that we did not possess. And, by the time I was in the 8th grade, I had given up on fascism and actually became president of the newly formed United Socialist Cantons of Hulstrom. What has happened after I left, I do not know. But I do know that around 2019, the Hulstrom Reichstag was dismantled and returned to the school's rock pile.

[sightoru]

—𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐈'𝐦 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮)

✩pairing: Villain!Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader

✩genre:smut, dark content.

✩word count: 3.5k

✩warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, predator/prey, noncon to dubcon (tagging both), a lot of heroes are mentioned as dead pour one out for them, dacryphilia, praise kink, fingering, unprotected sex, stalking, cum play, slight breeding, apocalyptic au.

✩authors note: repost from my old blog @/izuushi. title credit is: Let Me Call You Sweetheart by Bing Crosby 

✩excerpt: 

“Oh!” Verdant eyes meet yours as he stalks circles around you, as if inspecting you. “That’s so exciting I’m so glad I don’t have to introduce myself! Apparently my reputation precedes me. Always a nice thing to hear.” He places his hands on your shoulder, eyes bright and gleaming in the last few rays of the sunset. His fingers trace down your cheek and you shiver at the touch. He leans in close to your ear, his breath hot on your face and whispers, “I’ve been so bored lately, do you wanna play a game, doll?”

Hero society had collapsed months ago, and along with it: hope.

The society was flimsy like a house made of glass; as soon as the first rock was thrown at it, it wasn’t hard to tear down. The first rock was when the Hero Commission was exposed for the greedy pigs they were, easily allowing Shigaraki and his League of Villains to grow massively in size; the second one was when the Symbol of Peace, AllMight died; the third was when Number One pro-hero Deku stepped down, announcing he was joining the villains and killed a swath of heroes after doing so. Endeavor, Best Jeanist, Miruko, Hawks, and others were killed the day he went on a rampage and cursed Hero Society and all it ever stood for.

Some think that AllMight’s death was more than he could bear and that it shattered his thin resolve. Some think that it was Deku’s plan all along, to climb to the top and tear it all down. The rest don’t care why or how he became this way: they just know that he’s the reason they can no longer sleep at night.

Civilization as you knew it had ended almost a year ago, the city reduced to rubble and ash, the shell of the place you grew up. No more hospitals or schools; society was driven practically underground as people attempted to create a new normal. You’re part of a group along with a few others that make runs to savange, treating cans of food as if they’re gold as you carried them back home; it’s awful and different than how things used to be but you all made it work and that’s all that really matters to you.

Streets are eerily quiet, playgrounds are haunted by rusted out jungle gyms instead of the screams of children; shopping mall parking lots are graveyards of once smooth pavement and weeds; abandoned department stores littered the town, the windows broken from the looting that happened when society started to crumble and a direct cause of the food shortage that’s plaguing your fellow citizens.

On the bright side, food runs meant days spent outside of the dark, and abandoned hospital basement; you always tried to be positive about it, telling yourself it’s home despite the moldy smell that clung to your nose and clothing. And even better than food run days? Days spent outside with Hitoshi Shinso.

Hitoshi might be the best thing that’s happened to you since the fall of hero society. You always had a small crush on him, his lavender hair and no bullshit attitude have been alluring to you since the first day you met him; one on one time with Hitoshi is a gift as far as you’re concerned, and food runs were always filled with him making you laugh until you felt like you were gonna burst at the seams. Love was building between the two of you, both of you too shy to bring it up; both realizing how dangerous it is to say something about it in a world where you’re not guaranteed tomorrow. It’s getting harder and harder to resist him though, your knuckles brushing against his as you walk with him; the way his smile clears the cobwebs of your heart and how it warms you down to your bones. Hitoshi made you feel safe, looking into buildings before letting you anywhere near them and never letting you leave his side. At times you felt burdensome to him, but he always gave you that same smile as he insisted he knows you can take care of yourself but he’s just doing everything in his power to keep you safe.

As much as you love him, this constant insistence from not only Hitoshi but your parents as well, to keep you safe was infuriating. So this morning, when you were informed to stay in because Hitoshi had caught a cold, you decided the best way to prove you don’t need to be protected was to go scavenge for Hitoshi’s cold medicine on your own. You decided to wait until sunset, knowing that Denki and Shouto would be going to you and Hitoshi’s place earlier in the morning; this decision was also made when you realized it’s been so long since you’ve seen a sunset.

It wasn’t too hard to sneak out of the base that evening, deciding the best time to leave would be when everyone was preoccupied with dinner. It’s exhilarating being out in the world, you can almost pretend that everythings how it used to be. That maybe someone in your life is sick and all you have to do is make a quick trip to the store, easily finding whatever your loved one needs so you can easily nurse them back to health.

It’s nice like this, just you and the cool evening air caressing your skin as you pretend everything’s the same that it was a year ago. Somewhere between the fall of the Hero Commission and AllMight’s death; it was scary, but at least there was hope that things could turn out okay. But when Deku rose to number one hero, only to sink to number one villain within weeks, hope was extinguished as quickly as you found it.

You know the way to the abandoned pharmacy quite well, having been there several times for odds and ends things such as menstrual products, painkillers and bandages. You hope you’ll find something, despite going there several times and cleaning the place out of everything it has.

You feel like you struck gold when you find the bottle of cold and flu medicine hidden under a shelving unit; cradling it in your hands like it’s all the proof you need to show your ability to take care of yourself. You stash the pills neatly into your backpack, cherishing your victory. It’s almost sunset when you leave the building, the last of the sun's rays turning the clouds a beautiful shade of pink. You’re wondering if there's a better place to watch it before your eyes fixate on an abandoned factory nearby; it’s at least 3 stories high, windows smashed out or boarded up. It’s eerie as you stare at it, sending goosebumps across your body. You shake off the thought, most of the buildings around here are creepy looking.

You practically sprint to the building, giggles bubbling up from your throat as you rush to beat the sunset. You’re nostalgic as you run, dreaming and daring to think that maybe there will be a day like this again; a day where you can run towards the sun with everything you have and not worry about being a burdensome thing that others have to keep safe. You climb up the rusted fire escapes on the side of the building, not wanting to waste time exploring the inside of it.

You make it to the roof of the building just in time, sitting on the ledge of it; fascinated at how the sun hits the clouds and makes them all look a beautiful shade of raspberry-orange sherbert; they look like pulled apart strands of cotton candy, lazily moving across the sky. It’s easy like this, the past year and how much has changed being the last thing on your mind as the sun dips lower and lower beneath the horizon.

“Oh?” You hear a cheeky voice behind you. You turn towards it, blood running cold at the man on the other side of the roof, not expecting anyone to run into you here; he’s handsome, curly green hair slicked back and styled, a constellation of freckles splattered across his nose and cheeks. He’s well built but lean, white button up shirt that’s impressively clean, tailored black slacks and black gloves on both his hands. It takes you a moment but you recognize him: Deku. “What’s this?” he chuckles, walking towards you with all the glee of a child being offered candy.

“D-Deku?” You step off the ledge and attempt to run but he’s faster than you, face to face with you in moments.

“Oh!” Verdant eyes meet yours as he stalks circles around you, as if inspecting you. “That’s so exciting I’m so glad I don’t have to introduce myself! Apparently my reputation precedes me. Always a nice thing to hear.” He places his hands on your shoulder, eyes bright and gleaming in the last few rays of the sunset. His fingers trace down your cheek and you shiver at the touch. He leans in close to your ear, his breath hot on your face and whispers, “I’ve been so bored lately, do you wanna play a game, doll?”

You stare at him in bewilderment, wondering what he’s getting at by playing a game with you? He’s sick, completely unhinged and everything you’ve heard about him is true. He reeks of an aura that couldn’t care less about you, like a cat playing with a mouse before he devours it. He’s behind you now, fingertips tracing down your sides and making you shiver. He leans his head against yours, the curls of his hair tickling your cheek. “C’mon, doll. Hey listen if you win, I won’t go visit you and your purple haired friend! The hospital on 7th street- or I suppose what used to be 7th street- in the basement, right? You’re so pretty, I’ve been watching you for a while now.” His hands tighten down on your hips as he drags his nose along your neck, letting out a small chuckling sigh.

You can’t breathe for a moment, the only thing plaguing your mind is the thought of anything happening to Hitoshi, and that it’s your own fault for being stubborn and insistent; the reality of your own idiocy rolling over you in waves. You take a stuttering breath, failing to keep the fear out of your voice “What kind of game?”

“Hmmmm…..” Deku steps in front of you, tapping his chin dramatically in thought. “I know! What about hide-n-seek? It was my favorite growing up, I used to play it with Kacchan all the time before I killed him!” It’s sickening to you, how casually he says all this as if it’s normal conversation, laughing and giggling as if you made some sort of joke. It makes your stomach turn, bile rising in your core. “If you can make it 20 minutes, I’ll let you go! But if you can’t make it, you’re all mine. All of the building is fair game, but if you leave I’ll kill you instantly. I’ll even be nice and give you a 2 minute head start, that’s more than fair don’cha think, doll?” You don’t move, just continuing to stare at him as you try to register what you’re all mine could possibly entail for you. He checks an imaginary watch on his wrist “Time’s a’ tickin’, sweetheart. Better get moving.”

You run, already panting and breathless, hopping onto the fire escape and ducking into a broken window on the top floor, the glass cutting into your skin. You trip as you land, scuffing your palms but you don’t notice or care. You’re desperate, your mind moving a mile a minute trying to rack your brain to think, think, think goddammit, of somewhere to hide. It’s no guarantee anyways, who knows if Deku will keep his word but you have to try at least.

“Ready or not, here I come~!” Breaks the silence, followed by a laugh that’s nothing short of maniacal. You sprint down the hallway, throwing open the heavy door and running down the stairs to the second story, ducking into the first room you can find. It’s full of metal desks, toppled over and papers strewn over the room like a tornado ripped through it. You duck behind a toppled bookshelf against the wall and wait for him to pass. You almost move, cursing internally when you realize that you’re cornerned if he finds you.

You hear the metal door slam, and Deku’s feet practically skip down the stairs, taking slow and methodical steps down the hallway. There’s no way you can safely move now, hearing the click of his shoes much too close to you. You hold your breath, making yourself as small as possible between the wall and the bookshelf. His steps get quieter and quieter, fading down the hallway before you hear a door slam.

There’s no telling if he went up or down, or if he even went down the stairs at all; he could just be on the other side of the door waiting for you to peak out. You carefully walk out from behind the bookshelf, carefully peering over the door frame. You’re trying to figure out whether to go up or down, deciding it’s not smart to use the stairs since there’s no telling if he actually went up or down them. You duck back into the room, opting to use the fire escape to take you down to the first floor. It’ll be easier, you think, to leave if you’re on the ground floor.

You almost trip on the rusted ladder, making a small yelp before you can catch yourself. Fuck, you hope he didn’t hear that. You shimmy your body into a broken window on the first floor, eyes moving frantically in an effort to find somewhere to hide. You pass by a locker room, debating on hiding in a locker before you realize that you probably won’t fit like you did when you were a kid, and what if you go stuck? No way in hell Deku will help you out of that situation.

“You’re doing so good, doll! Only 10 minutes left!” He bangs on something metal in an effort to get you to cry out and let him know where you are; you can’t tell where it’s coming from but you know it’s close. You barely hold back a sob, biting your tongue to force yourself silent.

You keep running down the hallway, ducking into a cafeteria and running behind the counter. You curse internally again, realizing it’s another dead. You’re about to find somewhere else better go hide, before you hear the metal door of the stairwell open and slam.

“Shit!” You mutter under your breath as you duck into a cabinet, curling your body up and hiding there. You do your best to close it carefully, but it’s so loud when it closes that you debate for a moment to give yourself up right there.

“Sweetheart~” you hear him softly call out, his footsteps echoing off the linolum of the cafeteria; you throw your hand over your mouth, desperately trying to keep silent. “I know you’re around here somewhere.” He sounds excited, you both know you’re fucked; know there’s no way in hell you’re getting out of this. You wonder for a moment if he’ll show mercy if you just come out now and beg for it. The sick fuck would probably enjoy that.

You hear him start to sing loudly; belting out at the top of his lungs. "Let me call you sweetheart!" He laughs. "I'm in love with you!" You hear him kick a table over. "Let me hear you whisper, that you love me too!"

He stops suddenly, drowning you in silence. You let out a breath. He starts singing again. "Keep the love light glowing, in your eyes so true!" He's quieter now; closer to you. You're afraid he knows where you are. Why else would he make his voice quieter? "Let me call you sweetheart, I'm in love with you!" You hear his voice trail off again and you rest your head back against the cabinet.

“Found you!” Deku laughs, roughly grabbing you by the arm and dragging you out of the cupboard. “Oh dollface, that was so fun! You were doing so good too! You only had 5 minutes left to go!” You sob as he practically tosses you on the cold, metal prep table in the kitchen. “Now… What was the deal again? Oh that’s right. You’re all mine.”

“No, please! Please let me go, I’m so sorry.” You splutter at him. He just grins at you, grass colored eyes drinking up your figure as his hands caress you softly. You hate how your skin leaves a trail of pebbles as he moves his hands; how gentle he feels despite how hungry and desperate his eyes look. His hand slips under your shirt, kneading the soft skin of your breasts as his thumbs glide gently over your nipples.

He coaxes your shirt off, soft clicking sound coming from his lips as he does. “Sit back and take a breath, sweetheart. Let me take care of you after all, you’re mine now right?” He sucks gently on your breast, his other hand holding your hip in a brutal grip. He pulls back with a pop sound, moving his lips up your chest and leaving purple marks. You close your eyes, trying to pretend it’s Hitoshi instead or anyone else but Deku bites down on your neck hard enough to break skin. “Eyes open for me, doll.” You make eye contact with him, your eyes swimming with unshed tears as he pulls off his gloves. He maintains your gaze, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down. He runs his finger along your folds, moving your slick around. “You’re saturated for me, baby. You sure you don’t actually want this.”

You shake your head, choking on a sob as tears stream down your face. He places two fingers into your pussy, kissing along your jaw as he moves inside of you. You moan lightly in his ear when he finds that perfect spot, hating the squelching sounds coming from you; how greedily your cunt sucks him in and even how much you’re liking it as he expertly hits that sweet spot in you over and over again.

“What a good girl, such a good girl.” He coos in your ear, bringing his thumb up and running small, tight circles around your clit. You gasp again, gripping his shoulders and fisting the fabric of his shirt. “Cum on my fingers ok? Just like the good girl I know you are.” You tremble, orgasm building up and washing over you in waves; your whole body spasming as your essense drips onto the metal table underneath you. You whimper softly as Deku rides you through it, whispering praises into your ear.

You feel strangely empty when his fingers pull out of you, letting out a whine at their absence. You watch him, fucked out and dazed as he takes his pants off; his cock pretty and erect as he pumps it in his hand. Reddish-pink tip and veins running down the underside of it, an intimidating girth, pre bubbling from the top. You close your legs, remembering you’re supposed to hate this.

“Oh, come on doll.” He grins at you, sticking his fingers in his mouth and lewdly sucking your essence off with a low groan. “I promise this won’t be so bad. Relax ok~?” He leans into your ear, cock hard and pressing against your thigh. “I’m an excellent lover, don’t ya know?” He lines himself with your entrance, pushing himself in with a small hiss. “God, you feel even better than I dreamed.” He’s gentle with you at first, relishing all the small babbles that come out of your mouth, rubbing his cockhead against your g-spot as you squirm under him. He builds speed slowly, the only sounds in the room are his balls slapping your ass, the wet sounds of your cunt and the grunts escaping his lips.

“D-Deku!” You cry at him, fresh tears falling from your eyes. “s’too big.”

“Shhh… baby it’s okay, I know you can do it! You’re a good girl right?” He murmurs in your ear. You nod, not sure why you’re nodding or when you decided to like this and he smiles at you, sickly sweet as he cups your cheek. “Look at you, doll. Look how pretty you are while I fuck you, your pussy feels so good around me, baby. You’re perfect, you know that?” You groan a little, resting your head on his shoulder as his cock kisses your cervix, desperate to get into your cunt as deep as possible as he snakes a hand between your connected bodies; hand clumsy but efficient as he thumbs your clit again, pushing you to climax. “That’s it princess, cum on my cock.” He sighs in your mouth, his own orgasm impending. You both cum together, your pussy tightening around him as cum fills your insides.

He pulls out of you with a sigh, as the realization of what just happened hits you. He takes two of his fingers, shoving his cum back inside you as he mutters something about not wasting a drop. He’s soft, gingerly dressing you before he even dresses himself while you just cry silently.

“It’s okay, don’t worry.” He whispers, gently wrapping his arms around your shaking body. “I found you, and now you’re mine forever.”

[beautifulblooms]

I had this idea, but I don’t write, but you write and have no idea so…

What about Eddie Munson with a m!reader that’s into rock and plays drums but he doesn’t know it(this is important later)

So they are friends for a while, and reader dresses and acts nice like “formal and decent person”( you know the last person on earth that would play a loud not classic instrument) , hangs around with his dnd friends, crushing on each other, and at some point he mentions to Eddie that he enjoys rock music, he kind of forgets it until reader invites him over to his house for the first time and decides to arrive a little early or something. We know the drill. He bangs on the door, no one opens, let’s himself in and hears “rebel yell” by billy idol blasting from a room and when he gets in the reader is playing the drums while singing his hart into the song ( at the 3 minute mark of the song it gets a little calm and then back again strong well that’s the part we’re Eddie enters the room) ( also the reader could be looking at a picture of Eddie and him or some note/ gift from Eddie) (instead of saying “she” the reader sings “he” to refer it like Eddie) he interrupts reader admits his feelings or something it’s up to you

First request ever and is awfully specific so put and take away what ever you like. I will love you the rest of my life if you actually do it. :)

What a Surprise That Was - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Male!Reader, he/him used, I love this idea and I definitely had a fun time writing it, rebel yell is a fantastic choice for a song fic and this turned out better than I originally planned. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Tags: @qthetherapist, @rlmt1, @eddieverse, @alexs-playground

Sitting down at the table I noticed that Eddie wasn’t there yet, which was really strange considering he was usually the first to “claim the table”. 

“Hey Gareth, have you seen Ed’s?” Pulling out a textbook I felt like taking the extra opportunity to study for my classes.

“Uh yeah I’m pretty sure he’s in O’Donnell’s before lunch, saw him go in for third period, why?” If he’s in there who knows what she’s saying to him, she’s never been kind to kids who had to retake her class.

“Just a little worried why he wasn’t here first, that’s all.” I didn’t like that the attention was on me so I tried to go back to focusing on the textbook in front of me. Right as I was turning the page to move onto another section a bag was thrown down on the table next to me scaring the shit out of me. I glanced over to it, Eddie’s bag, looking further up I saw him sit down with an angry pout.

“O’Donnell is riding my ass to pass her class, which wouldn’t be a problem if I wasn’t army crawling myself to a D already. I’m fucked if she doesn’t get off my back.” Leaning back in his chair he let out a groan and covered his eyes, then an idea popped into my head.

“What if I tutor you?” He sprung back to look me dead in the eyes and they almost seemed to sparkle.

“Are you serious? That would be the biggest fucking help right now!” He almost yelled, getting a couple of glances from other tables. 

“Sure why not, you can just come over to my house later tonight to start if you want.” Shrugging my shoulders I snagged a notebook from my bag, tore out a sheet and wrote my address on it before handing it to Eddie. “Just show up around 5, if that works for you.” He still looked astonished that I had even offered to tutor him, let alone at my house.

“Of course, I’ll be there, thanks pretty boy.” My eyes widened and it was my turn to be shocked, definitely didn’t expect to be called pretty. Without even trying I went about the rest of my day thinking about how he called me a pretty boy. I kinda wished he called me his pretty boy…WHAT AM I THINKING ABOUT HE’S MY FRIEND, he’s my friend and im tutoring him, I can’t be thinking like this. I just need to make it through the day, get home, put on some comfortable clothes and calm down before Eddie gets there. And that’s exactly what I did, finished up dealing with my classes, got in my car and drove home as fast as the speed limits allowed me, I needed to calm down. What’s a better way to calm down than blasting music in my room and playing along with it, cause I haven’t found anything else that does the trick. 

“Hey kiddo, how was school?” My mom called from the kitchen, guess she was prepping dinner.

“Uh it was fine, I have a friend coming over later that I’m tutoring, he should be around 5, if he knocks will you let him in?” I wandered into the kitchen and stood across from her at the kitchen island. 

“Sure, what does he look like, I don’t want to let a random person in.” Now how do I say this without mentioning he’s a full grown man repeating senior year, got it.

“About 5’10, long dark hair, it’s curly, usually in a leather jacket with a sleeveless jean jacket over it, baggy jeans, he drives a black van.” I really hope I did my best to not add anything that would give away how much I liked him, she doesn’t need to know that. 

“Aright, I’ll send him up to your room when he gets here.” She smiled gently at me, it felt almost too knowing of what was happening in my head.

“Thanks mom, I’ll be playing my drums until he gets here.” Turning around I ran up the stairs skipping a step as I tried to get to my room quickly. Throwing the door open I tossed my bag on my bed, won’t be needing that for a little. The clock on my nightstand read 4:15, leaving me about 45 minutes to have fun before Eddie gets here. Taking off the stiff, good school boy outfit I had grown to use for school so no one would think of me less I threw on a pair of sweats and a Van Halen shirt. I snagged my sticks out of the paint bucket I kept them in, sure I could’ve used something nicer but it just felt right to reuse something instead of just throwing it away. Standing upright I put a cassette tape into the stereo next to the bucket that had most of my favorite songs, cranking the volume up I started to nod along to the rhythm and moved to my drums. Pulling the seat back slightly I sat down and waited a second to pick up the beat from the song before playing along. A little bit later one of the songs I had practiced the most came on; Rebel Yell by Billy Idol. Drumming along to the beat a little more enthusiastically I sang along with it.

“Last night a little dancer, he came dancing to my door. Last night, that little angel, he came pumping on my floor. He said, "Come on, baby, you got a license for love and if it expires, I pray help from above.” Without paying attention I changed the pronouns to “he”, thinking of Eddie before glancing up at the wall behind my bed where a few pictures of us sat, some random things he’d gotten me lying about my dresser too.Continuing to sing I didn’t even notice that someone had knocked on the front door, let alone it opening. 

“Hi I’m here to study with (y/n), he’s supposed to be tutoring me.” Eddie shyly told my mom, she beamed at him with a loving smile. 

“Come on in, he’s playing his drums right now but just head up the steps and I’m sure you can find his room.” She closed the door behind him and pointed to the stairs leading to the second floor. Starting his way up the stairs he heard me singing. 

“I walked the ward for you, babe a thousand miles for you. Now who dried my tears of pain, babe? A million times for you, for you, I'd sell my soul for you, babe.” Almost immediately he recognized the familiar music, really surprised I knew any of it.

“What's money to burn for you, for you I'd give you all, and have none, babe justa, justa have you here by me, Because. In the midnight hour he cried more, more, more. With a rebel yell he cried more, more, more, yow!” Standing in the doorway to observe me playing Eddie wanted to say something, anything but didn’t dare interrupt me having the time of my life. 

“In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more with a rebel yell more. More, more, more! Ooh yeah, my little dancer. He want more, more, more, more, more. More, more, more, more. He want more, more, more, more, more, yeah!” Finishing up the song I sat still for a second catching my breath before standing up to turn the stereo down. 

“That was incredible and the most surprising thing I have ever seen from you (L/n). Truly didn’t expect you to be a drummer, and you’re real good at it.” Eddie finally spoke while I was throwing my sticks back into their paint bucket. I shot up to look at him, how long had he been there, what did he hear, fuck fuck fuck, I didn’t think this is how he would find out. 

“Um, hey Ed’s, when did you get here?” I couldn’t force myself to move, wanting to just cower into a ball and pray he hadn’t heard me change ‘she’ to ‘he’ in the song. “About halfway through that awesome performance of Rebel Yell, and I meant to ask you something about it, the lyrics are about a girl, so why were you saying ‘he’?” So he did notice, I guess it’s now or never.

“Because I didn’t want to sing about a girl when I don’t like a girl…” I was quieter than I expected to be, Eddie stepped into the room and closer to me. “If you don’t like a girl, who do you like?” He didn’t sound angry, he didn’t sound anything, his tone was so neutral that I couldn’t tell how he was gonna react to what I said. Taking a deep breath I gathered all my courage to answer him.

“You, I like you Eddie Munson, you’re the one I was singing about.” Looking up his eyes were wide and he was close to me, shit, I just fucked everything up, I should’ve have said anything. “Um, you can leave if you don’t want me to tutor you anym-” Cutting me off Eddie grabbed my face and pulled me into a kiss, I was too stunned to kiss back. He pulled away thinking he pushed a boundary only for me to put my hands around his neck and pull him into another kiss, longer and much more breathtaking. Pulling away to breathe we started into each other's eyes, his were blown wide, pupils dilated beyond anything they had been before. 

“I’m so happy that you were singing about me, I might’ve gone crazy if I didn’t get to do that soon.” He leaned down to give me a chast kiss before letting go and sitting on my bed. “So are we gonna start the tutoring session or not, I need to pass O’Donnell and I’d love to graduate with my new boyfriend.” Joining him I bumped my shoulder with his.

“Boyfriend, really?” He looked a little scared like he shouldn’t have said that. 

“I uh, o-only if you want that is.” I chuckled at his nervous behaviour before kissing him to calm down his nerves. 

“I love it.”

[peskygirl13]

MK SO-

I just got the Pokémon SWSH DLCs and I was wondering what it would be like for some legendary Pokémon to come to twst and cause some trouble(Legendarys I’d like to do ( you c an pick just one: Kyogre, Giratina, or Groudon)

If you can i want it to be just Diasomina!

This turned out longer than I expected and I got so mad with myself because I was almost done with writing this and I accidently deleted all my new work, so I had to start over from my last save point which is one of the reasons it took so long to post.

I’ve been binge playing the old Sinnoh games and rewatching the anime, so this was fun to write (despite me deleting my work). 

This will have references to the Pokémon Platinum game, so spoilers if you haven’t played the game and plan to. 

Hope you enjoy!

Malleus's favorite time of the day was night time. Night time was the best!

The world was at peace, it was quiet, everything was asleep, save for a few nocturnal creatures much like himself, he could hide from SIlver and Sebek and have some time to himself, and there were no students or humans who would see him and run away in terror.

But his favorite thing about night time was probably when he got to visit his favorite human, (Y/n).

Their situation was a bit odd, having appeared out of nowhere from a world full of creatures called Pokémon, but Malleus didn't care. They weren't afraid of him. After spending a lifetime of having people fear him due to his name, it was a nice change.

Malleus arrived at the Ramshackle dorm to find you already sitting outside, cleaning your Empoleon's feathers.

"Greetings, Child of Man." He greeted, happily walking up to you.

"Hey, Tsunotaro." You smiled, putting down Empoleon's brush to wave at him.

That was another thing Malleus adored about you. Even after finding out who he was, you still didn't fear him and continued calling him by that amusing nickname you gave him.

You both entered the dorm, along with Empoleon, and he was instantly greeted with the rest of your strange creatures. Luxray, Togekiss, Glaceon, Garchomp, and Lucario.

You headed over to the kitchen to make some tea while he got comfortable on the couch. Once he was seated, Garchomp laid its head on Malleus's lap, implying that it wanted scratches.

By the time you had returned with two mugs of steaming tea, all the other Pokémon had already gotten comfortable and most had fallen asleep.

You handed Malleus his mug before sitting down in your chair. Glaceon hopped up and curled up in your lap before falling back asleep.

After you both got comfortable, you began regaling Malleus with stories of your world.

Malleus loved hearing your stories.

From your gym battle challenges to your contests. Catching all your Pokémon and even receiving an egg from a woman named Cynthia that hatched into a Togepi that which layer evolved into your beloved Togekiss.

Malleus has never left the Valley of Thorns, except for school, so he enjoyed hearing about your travels. Your freedom to journey and see so many different places, never being tied down, he envied it.

“May I see your badges and ribbons again?” He asked.

“Sure.” You agreed, getting up to grab them.

At the movement, Glaceon, rather huffily, got up from your lap and moved to Malleus, curling up on his lap instead. He instantly started stroking her with one hand while the other continued scratching Garchomp. He only stopped when you handed him your badge and ribbon case.

He immediately opened them both and admired your impressive 7 badges and 5 sparkling ribbons. 

You had told him that even though you had collected the required number of ribbons, you were transported to Twisted Wonderland before you could compete in the Grand Festival. You also hadn’t yet had the chance to earn your 8th and final gym badge, which allowed you to challenge the Elite Four and the Sinnoh Champion. 

“They are very impressive, Child of Man.” Malleus complemented.

Even though there wasn’t a gym challenge or contests in Twisted Wonderland, Malleus could tell how much value each badge and ribbon you earned had.

“Thanks, Tsunotaro.” You beamed, positively preening at the complement. “Maybe when I find a way home you could come with me and have your own journey. There are a bunch of dragon type Pokémon I bet you’d like. Maybe your starter could be an Axew. Or a Dino. Maybe a Gible seeing how well you get along with Garchomp. There are also rock or electric types. OOH- Maybe a fairy type!”

Malleus tuned your rambling out. His head was both empty and racing.

Him? Go on a journey in another world? The idea was preposterous! Yet... also tempting.

Traveling around with no chains. Nobody knowing who he was, thus no one quivering at the sight of him. No overbearing, but well meaning, guards to coddle him. He liked this idea!

Unfortunately, he didn’t have long to dwell on the tempting daydream when Ramshakle’s door slammed open with a loud bang.

“WAKA-SAMA!!!”

Speak of the devil.

You and Malleus turned to the doorway to a disheveled and hysterical looking Sebek and a normal sleepy looking Silver.

“Sebek.” Malleus greeted, hiding his annoyance of being interrupted during his time with his Child of Man.

“Waka-sama, you mustn’t leave without telling us! What if something happens to y-”

The half-fae was cut off by and ice beam, freezing him solid. You and Malleus looked over at Glaceon who was angry about having her sleep disturbed for a third time. Now quite irritated and huffy, Glaceon angrily marched upstairs to try and get some sleep in your room.

“My apologies.” You jumped when Lilia appeared behind you without warning, hanging upside down as usual. “They ran off when I wasn’t looking.”

You looked back at the other Diasomnia residence. Silver had already fallen asleep, using Togekiss’s soft, feathery body as a pillow, while Sebek was slowly beginning to thaw out of the ice.

You wish you could say this is the weirdest thing to ever happen with them.

After having Lucario use force-palm and free Sebek, you all sat down near the fire.

(You left Silver be since he was already asleep.)

Sebek wanted to know what was so fascinating about you that Waka-sama would continuously come visit you. 

The only thing you could think of was telling them about your journey.

“After I won my seventh gym badge at Snowpoint, I had to meet my friend, Barry, at Lake Acuity and right after that I had to meet with Professor Rowan and Lucas at Lake Verity.”

“Why did you have to go to those lakes?” Lilia asked, genuinely curious as to what value they had.

“Uh, well-- mmh-- pthbbt.” You tried to think of a way to avoid that question, or at least dance your way around it, and the stuttering and raspberry blowing was obviously helping you be discreet in avoiding the question. 

“GLACE!!”

A loud yell echoed from upstairs thatw as loud enough to wake even Silver. You were momentarily grateful that you had been interrupted before realizing ‘Oh shit that’s my Pokémon.”

“Glaceon!” You yelled, bolting from your chair and rushing up the stairs with your Pokémon and the Diasomnia boys at your heels.

You opened your bedroom door with a loud bang and saw Glaceon in a defensive stance, hissing at the mirror with Grim looking frazzled.

“Fgaah! Minion, control your Pokémon! I was asleep and then it started shouting and tried to attack the mirror!” He yelled angrily, before stalking off to the living room to continue sleeping.

You sighed before looking over at the mirror. You held out your arm towards your Pokémon so they knew not to do anything yet. You inched closer to the mirror, pausing only for a second to pet Glaceon and calm her down a bit. You walked forward a few more steps until you were face-to-face with the mirror. 

Now that you were closer, you could see the shadow of something moving within the glass. You didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t Micky. You leaned a bit closer, trying to make out the figure--

“GIRATINA!!”

Everything went black.

~

The first thing you noticed when you could see again was that you were clearly not in your room. Or your dorm for that matter. 

Everything was weird. You weren’t sure of any other way to describe it other than weird.

Weird and familiar.

“The Reverse World.” You muttered, shocked by your sudden return to the feared Giratina’s playground. 

You didn’t have long to stay dumbfounded when you remembered the Legendary who lived in this world. You frantically looked around you and saw that your team and the boys were with you, which did nothing to curb your panic. Grim wasn’t with you all, so you assumed hoped that he was still at Ramshackle.

You first woke up your Pokémon. They freaked out for a second before realizing where they were, putting them all on guard. They carefully scanned their surroundings for anything they found threatening while you quickly crawled over to the boys, traying to shake them awake. 

“Get up. Guys, get up! We need to move!”

The Diasomnia boys hardly registered what was happening and where they were before you pulled them away. Your team created a barrier around you all as you lead the boys through the strange new world. All they could do was look around wildly.

“Careful, gravity gets weird here.” You warned them. 

True to your words, the piece of land you all were walking on started to curve in the air until you all started walking upside down. Even Lilia, who was used to hanging upside down, was a bit thrown off about this.

“What is this place?” Silver asked what everyone was thinking, knowing that you were the only one who could give any of them an answer.

“The Distortion World.” You explained. “Also known as the Reverse World. It’s kind of like the Underworld of my world.”

That explanation only provided them with more questions but went they entered a place that had these large bubbles floating around them they were quickly distracted.

“Hey,” Silver called, gaining everyone’s attention. “This thing has headmaster Crowley in it.”

Said bubble did have a picture of Crowley in his office, working late into the night. Huh. Who know he actually did anything.

Silver raised a hand towards the bubble. 

“No, don’t touch it!” You exclaimed. Unfortunately it was a second to late and the bubble popped at the slightest graze of Silver’s fingers.

The boys looked over to you at the sound of you yell, seeing your panicked expression.

“Don’t. Touch. Anything.” You order, stressing out each word. “Everything in this world effects the real world. If you aren’t careful you could kill someone through this place.

The boys looked positively alarmed.

“Will the headmaster be alright?”

You waved off their concern, continuing to lead the way. “He’ll be fine. Popping that bubble didn’t kill him, but it did feel like he was hit with a bowling ball.

“How do you know this? How do you know so much about this place, (Y/n).” Lilia asked, dead serious. 

You glance over your shoulder at them before sighing.

Guess it was time to come clean.

“There are some things that happened during my journey that I didn’t tell you guys about.” You confessed.

“While journeying through Sinnoh, I constantly ran into an organization called Team Galactic. Their leader, Cyrus, believed that the world was ugly and needed to be destroyed. His plan was to capture the legendary Pokémon, Palkia and Dialga, and the Lake Guardians, Uxie, Mesprit, and Azelf. Those three were the reason I met Barry and Professor Rowan at the lakes, Lilia, to try and save the Lake Guardians from Team Galactic. Anyway, Cyrus claimed that he was going to create his own, perfect world using the powers of the legendary Pokémon. At least I think that was his plan. He talks like Shakespeare and I have a middle school education. Anyway, before he could create his ‘perfect world’ Giratina appeared and took Cyrus away to here, the Distortion World. This is Giratina’s domain.”

The boys were stunned into silence. They knew you were strong, but for you to have done all that as well as fighting overblots? They were truly impressed.

“What happened afterwards?” Malleus questioned, enthralled by your story.

“Cynthia, the current Sinnoh Champion, and I entered the Distortion World to save Cyrus. Unfortunately, he saw this place as his ideal world and didn’t want to leave. In the end, we had to use force and I beat him in a battle. And, after that, I had to face Giratina itself. But, I don’t know how, but before I could face it, the Dark Mirror called me to Twisted Wonderland.”

You stopped walking, taking a deep breath before turning to face the boys. 

“We need to find Giratina. Giratina’s the only Pokémon that can travel between worlds and its the only thing that can get us back to Night Raven.”

Your tone alone was enough to my the Diasomnia boys understand the severity of the situation.

“Human, if this creature is as powerful as you claim, then how do you expect to get it?” Sebek interrogated. 

You reached into your pocket and pulled out a purple ball with an ‘M’ on it, showing it the the boys.

“This is a master ball. I stole it from Cyrus’s base when I went to save the Lake Guardians. It can catch any Pokémon without fail. All we need to do is find Giratina.”

“Lucar!” 

“Luxray!”

You all turned to Lucario and Luxray who were growling in the same direction. Looking closely, you could see something coming at you all. Your team took their battle stances and sure enough, there was the Angel of Darkness itself, Giratina. 

Even Malleus had to admit, that creature was terrifying. 

It looked like a dragon and centipede mixed together, but it towered over everything, easily dwarfing them all.

You waisted no time.

“Empoleon, Hydro Cannon!” You ordered. Even Sebek had to admit that your authoritative tone was hard to ignore and resist, full of confidence and superiority. 

Empoleon listened without question, fearlessly attacking the towering giant.

“Lucario, Aura Sphere! Glaceon, Ice Beam! Luxray, Thunder! Garchomp, Dragon Rush!”

All your Pokémon attacked at once, hitting Giratina square on. The legendary screeched before firing a move of its own that your team narrowly avoided.

“Great job. Keep attacking!” You ordered shooing the boys out of Giratina’s firing range.

“What do we need to do to help, (Y/n)?” Malleus asked. He was already gripping his pen, ready to fight.

“Nothing. Just stay put and don’t move.” You ordered sternly. The boys were stunned.

“What?! (Y/n) we can help-” 

“I know you can help,” You cut off. “But I don’t need to defeat Giratina. I just need to distract it.”

You ran off before they could question what you meant, whistling for your Pokémon.

“Togekiss!” You called, jumping off the edge of the land and easily getting caught by your flying type, who flew you behind Giratina. 

You let your team get in one last group attack before throwing the master ball at Giratina. 

The legendary effortlessly went in and after a spectacular dive made by you and Togekiss, you caught the ball and returned to the boys.

The boys ran over to you as you climbed off Togekiss, looking at the ball in your hand.

“I can’t believe you actually caught it, human!” Sebek exclaimed, flabbergasted. 

“Thanks, Sebek.”

“So what now?” Silver asked. The group all turned to you expectedly and you rolled your eyes before turning around to the wide open space and releasing Giratina from the master ball. 

“Giratina,” You called, “Please take us back.”

Giratina stared down at you before letting out an echoing screech and lowing its head to your level.

Immediately understanding what it wanted you to do, you crawled onto its head before waving the boys over.

“C’mon. We its going to take us back.”

Hesitantly, the boys climbed on with your Pokémon and once everyone was on, Giratina soared through the air.

This was different from riding a broom or riding Togekiss, who was happily flying beside you all, but it was exhilarating at the same time.

Too soon for anyone’s tastes, Giratina slowed down to a stop before lowering itself down so that everyone could climb off. 

The place were Giratina dropped you all off was a small patch of land with two lakes on it. You and the boys could see your bedroom in one of the lakes, making you realize that you were looking through your bedroom mirror.

“Alright!” You cheered. “Let’s get back.” But before you could step through the reflection, Empoleon called out to you.

“Empoleon!”

“Huh? What is it, Empoleon?”

He was looking in the other lake, pointing at something. 

You, your team, and the boys looked through the refection and you couldn’t restrain the gasp that left your mouth.

You could see the Mesprit, the guardian of Lake Verity.

“That’s Mesprit, Lake Verity’s guardian!” You exclaimed, coming to several realizations at once. “That’s close to Twinleaf Town. I-I could go home!”

You turned to your team and the Diasomnia boys, your eyes sparking with both joy and a few unshed tears. “With Giratina we can go home and still stay in Twisted Wonderland!”

Mallues watched you with soft eyes. He had seen a side if you tonight that he had never seen before. Your courage, your confidence, your skill. He had these too, but yours stemmed from experience. This wasn’t something you were taught since you were born like him, these were abilities you learned through trial and error with your team. Something that he wanted.

With a new found determination, Malleus turned to his most trusted knights and friends.

“Lilia, Silver, Sebek,” He began, quickly gaining everyone's attention, “I have decided that until it is time for me to receive the crown from my grandmother, I want to travel (Y/n)’s world with a Pokémon of my own.”

Even you weren’t expecting that announcement.

“WHAT?! WAKA-SAMA ARE YOU FEELING WELL?!?!? WE MUST GET YOU TO AN INFIMERORY!!”

“I’m fine, Sebek. And I’m not joking.”

“WHAAAAAAAT?!?! YOU, HUMAN, YOU HAVE GIVEN WAKA-SAMA THIS DANGEROUS IDEA!!”

“I think its a great idea.”

“MASTER LILIA?!?!”

“zzzzz”

You couldn’t help snorting at the scene in front of you. A rather calm Malleus simply being unmovable about his choice of coming home with you, a hysterical Sebek trying to talk him out of it, an impish looking Lilia who actually supported Malleus’s idea, and a snoozing silver, who could still sleep effortlessly despite the chaos surrounding him.

You leaned up against Empoleon’s belly, him and all your other Pokémon already lying down, knowing that this was going to take a while. Even Giratina was curled up!

But, You thought, watching the group was a soft smile, you know that no matter how much you wanted to go home, you would've missed this. And this, your friends and NRC, was something that you never wanted to lose.

Bonus:

After sorting everything out with Crowley, you returned to your world to reconcile with your friends and your mom. It took some explaining, but bringing Grim back with you as well as Malleus with his magic and horns was enough to convince everyone what happened to you.

Afterwards, you were able to compete in the Grand Festival. You didn’t end up winning, however you did make it to the finals. Your opponent, Dawn, had only beaten you by a few points.

The Diasomnia gang, as well as Grim, the Adeuce combo, and the Pomefiore Trio were all present to see this and couldn’t have been prouder.

Once the Grand Festival had come to a close, you headed over to Sunnyshore City and won your 8th and final Gym Badge, permitting you to challenge the Elite Four and Cynthia.

The Pomefiore Trio didn’t watch these challenges, but the other did. 

Their nerves were through the roof when you finally faced Cynthia. And when your Garchomp miraculously out sped her Garchomp with the finishing move nobody cheered louder. 

In the end, you took Malleus to the place where you caught Garchomp back when he was still a Gible and caught Malleus his own, whom he unironically named ‘Gargoyle.’ 

Malleus did have to return to the Valley of Thorns, but not without you promising that the upcoming summer would be the start of his own Pokémon Journey. 

I wrote most of this forgetting about Grim, so sorry he doesn’t have a bigger role or more screen time.

Fun story; I got in trouble for writing down my ideas for this at work even though I did it while the store was dead and I’ve worked there for nearly two years and have either written something or drawn something almost every shift I have. Litterally no one but the manager to caught me cares. 

And, just to irritate me more (whether she was aware of it or not), said manager takes my writings and decides to read them and then proceeds to put them back in the wrong order before lecturing me.

So, yeah, that was fun.

[michael-aftons-nonbinary-lover]

Hey 😒 here to apologize or wtvr🙄‼️‼️ so here’s more of a fluff ask🥱

Okay so i’m still like SUPER into the thought of Child!Afton!Reader- so here 😝

*goes through my notes app so i can see what k wanna choose out of my 1,000 ideas* Ah here we go

Child!Afton!Reader who collects weird things like buttons and rocks just because they like the look of it? Like in their room they have a whole shelve of the things they’ve collected wether that it’s random cans to leafs they probably have it?

Weird ask ik😒 but it’s the best fluff yer gonna get from me 🕺

Thank you for sparing me, finally

The Bug Collector

-(Afton kid!reader, Afton family)-

-(Summary: William doesn't understand his family)-

-(CW: none)-

-(The title is from "The Bug Collector" by Hayley Hendrix, I fucking love that song so much)-

🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶

Your father had never had any idea as to why you collected any of the things that you did. Bottle caps, rocks, leaves, blades of grass, shoelaces, buttons, flowers, bows, stuffed animals, and so much more.

The leaves, flowers, and other such things always had to be thrown away once they started to decompose. You were always so upset about it, quietly crying and letting tears fall as you lay wilting flowers and crumbling leaves onto tree trunks outside.

All the other things, no matter how dirty, diseased, and disgusting, your mother had allowed you to keep. On shelves, bookcases, your dresser, in shoeboxes in your closet. You had so many collections in so many places.

Because you almost always came home with something, your siblings also had collections of things that they love. Evan had a collection of stuffed animals you had found all over, from the playground at school to bus stops on the way home from it. Elizabeth had bows, rings, necklaces, a few stuffed animals, and even a single shoe that you had found at the park. Michael had shoeboxes full of strings, nearly hundreds of laces to match each shoe. Some of the were dirty and severed, some perfectly clean and brand new.

Even he and your mother had some gifts. He had received a novelty pin that read, "World's #1 Raccoon". The words were printed on a small raccoon, small claws wrapped around a large, fat tail. It looked like it was sleeping peacefully. Apparently, another child in your class had given it to you.

Your mother was given pressed flowers regularly, along with anything yellow. You had once found a stale marshmallow Peep and given it to her. She had tried to react positively, which she did, until you had left the room. The she had sighed, thrown it away, and washed her hands before she went to read in the living room.

Mike had once questioned how you had gotten them, but you refused to tell anyone how you did.

William would never understand it. Caroline, while she also didn't understand it, never wanted to stifle your imagination and creativity with what you could do with all these things you found.

Of course, William didn't either, but he still voiced his opinions about how he didn't understand it.

"Couldn't some of these things be really dirty?"

"Will, sugarbee, the kids drink house water. I don't think a dirty shoe lace collection is anything to worry about."

He nodded in agreement, not going to argue with that. He wished Michael had never taught you all that the house water was semi-drinkable, and he wished even more that the four of you would stop asking to drink it nearly everyday.

He would never understand any of you.

He would never understand Caroline's big family, her southern upbringing and accent. Her use of farm lingo or the scars she and her brothers had given each other.

He would never understand Michael's need to tease his siblings, or the other kids in his class. He wouldn't understand the fact that only Michael could tease and taunt his siblings. He would never understand why Michael was always the one to put his sibling's arguments to rest, no matter how big they were. He would never understand why Michael refused to let anyone see his drawings, even though he was a very talented artist.

He would never understand why you collected anything and everything. Why you gave the strangest gifts to everyone in your family. Why your books about plants has grass stains on the covers and flowers pressed between the pages. Why you liked to stay up late, only to lay down outside and stare at the sky every night like it was going out of style.

He would never understand why Evan always cried, and hid from the animatronics and other children. Or why Elizabeth loved clowns rather than ballerinas or princesses, or even Barbies and dolls.

He would never understand any of you, but he didn't really need to. He would love you all, whether he understood you or not.

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(this was done so fast, lmfao, pls don't judge me for cringe or misspellings)

[miraculous-trinity-leo]

Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris.

(part 1) (part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Chapter 1: Genius Little Ladybug

★—–—–†–—–—★

It all started when Sabine Cheng and her parents moved from China to America, where she met a rich boy named Tony, they weren't the best of friends at first, but they would always get into crazy shenanigans because of Tony. Sabine always finding a way to get them out of it. After a while they were practically inseparable, they had each others backs, both in the good times, and the bad.

So when Tony lost both his mother and father in a tragic car accident, and had to take over his parents company, she was there to try and ease the pain. It helped a little, but the boy changed and blocked out many people, only keeping a select few close to him. His personality changed, and he started to act differently, it saddened Sabine, but she knew it was his way of coping with his lose.

She would oftentimes find him crying silently in his office. When Tony opened a branch in Paris France, he was paranoid something would go wrong when he wasn't there, so he had Sabine become a sort of co-CEO for the Paris branch. Over the many years of her being a sibling-in-everything-but-blood to Tony, her intelligence was much higher than everyone in the company, other than said boy.

She moved to Paris not long after, always keeping an eye on both the Paris branch and Tony ( because god knows what would happen if she didn't do so). She even met a baker named Tom Dupain. Eventually dating, and marrying him. Tony wasn't the most eager when he heard of Tom, but he accepted him as family (not because if he didn't Sabine would knock some sense into him). He practically exploded with excitement when he heard we would be an uncle a few years after Sabine's wedding.

Tony was there in the waiting room with Tom, when Sabine was having the child ( Tony denies not having a mini heart attack when the nurse came in). Both men looked at the beautiful child through the glass. Tony was put to tears when he read her name "Maria Dupain-Cheng" and was comforted by a teary Tom.

When Maria was 9 months old, her Uncle Tony came to spend time with her, and talk business with Sabine. None of them expected Maria to crawl her way into their conversation and say "Uncle Tony" in the sweetest most adorable laugh both adults had ever heard. Tony had a massive grin on his face, and gave Maria a big hug and lots of kisses saying " I knew i was your favorite hahaha, and you're only 9 months old. Sabine I think we got a little genius on our hands." Sabine was just as happy and told Tom to hurry and grab the camera.

"Come on say it one more time my dear Maria, show your papa who your favorite adult is" Tony said with a very wide grin.

Maria giggled at her uncle's happiness, clapping her hands. "Uncle Tony, Uncle Tony" Tom just smiled giving his baby girl a kiss and handing Tony 10 Euros.

Tony continued to visit his little genius niece over the years. Maria ended up getting the best education a kid could get, becuase his logic was " If she is a genius (which she is) then she is going to have the best education money can buy, for nothing is to much for my Little Genius Maria!" and with that she could officially be called the smartest kid in all of Paris... heck probably in all of Europe even! So when she gained a passion for fashion at 4, Tony didn't hesitate to get her, her very first (kid friendly) sewing set. By the time Maria was 5 she already knew how to speak and write in French, English, Spanish, Russian, and is learning Mandarin.

Maria had met Chloé when they were both 6, although they weren't really friends, they were polite to each other, which surprised a lot of the other kids their age. She had met Alix a few months later. She spent a lot of the time she wasn't studying with her friends, Alix would get in trouble with another kid on the playground, Chloé would criticise the other kid, and Maria would talk to Alix and then apologize to the other kid. Overall, they had a good dynamic going on, and they (as 7 year olds) promised to always have each others backs to the very end.

When Maria was 3½ months away from her 9th birthday, Tony was kidnapped. Maria just broke down, she wanted to help her Uncle, but she didn't know where he was or how she could help if she did. For three months Maria would only speak to Chloé and Alix (they were kinda shocked to find out she was related to THE Tony Stark). A few days before her birthday, Tony came to their home, with rolls of fabric, flowers, and 'I'm sorry cards'. Maria jumped into his arms crying asking what happened, and "If you're the smartest man on the Earth, why the Heck did it take you so long? How did you get out? Are any of your vital organs hurts? Do you need to go to the Hospital? An-"

"Hey slow down My Little Genius Maria, I'm ok. 1, They didn't really give me much to work with at first, and there is only so much a genius like myself can do with so little resources, and time before your Birthday. 2, I made an anime mecha suit and flew out guns a blazing. 3, Nothing I can't live without. and 4, No because I'm spending the week with you lot before a conference I have in about 10 days." He said while holding his small little genius  in his arms.

Wiping away the tears she looked her Uncle in the eyes "Wait, you 'made an anime mecha suit and flew out guns a blazing?' How does it work? what's its power source? And why do you have a weird glowing device in your chest?!" He had a lot of explaining to do.

That week, in her words was 'The best week of her life.' She was really happy for the first time since the Tony-napping happened, although she was sad he had to go, she knew  he was safe, and that she didn't have to worry (as much) now.

When Maria was 13, both Tony and Sabine decided to have her go to public school with her friends. After hearing this Maria called for a meeting, her two commanders (Alix and Chloé) came for the meeting, and had a talk on how she should go about her first day of public school, asking questions like 'How do non-homeschooled kids act? What are their personalities like? What interests do they have? Are some barbaric like Alix is sometimes? Will they like me? Am I allowed to talk to Chloé in or only out of class? What are the seating arrangements? Who do I sit next to?' the list goes on. They were all excited to finally all be in the same study environment, now all they had to do was wait for their first day.

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

The night before her first day Maria may or may not have slept well due to her excitement, she woke up a little later than she ever would have preferred, getting breakfast, her clothes, the 'greeting sweets' (as Alix called them) and heading out in a slight panic.

On her way out she noticed an elderly man with a cain crossing the street, and a car coming a little faster than what was allowed, she pulled the man out of the cars way without losing any of the sweets, after making sure the man was ok, she gave him a sweet before saying good day and heading over to school. She never noticed the man walking away without the use of his cain.

She still got to class on time, when her teacher walked in she greeted everyone in the class "Bonjour, je m'appelle Maria Dupain-Cheng, c'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer! (Hello, my name in Maria Dupain-Cheng, it is a pleasure to meet you!)" after the introductions she sat down in the empty seat next to Alix, both giving a fist bump, and a smile to Chloé, who looked away as if she didn't care (the girl had an image to keep after all). When class was over she handed out the sweets and went with her friends to lunch. During lunch, one of the other students from a different class was mocking one of their classmates that Maria remembered as Ivan, for having a crush on Mylène and not saying how he really feels to her. Ivan ran off into one of the locker rooms, and Maria decided to go and comfort him, she explained that she overheard what happened and that he should try and tell Mylène about his feelings, listing many different things he could do or say, and that he should stay positive.

Ivan thanked Maria afterwards and went off to write a song for Mylène. Ivan later showed Mylène the song he wrote for her, but was teased by other students near them, Ivan ran away not wanting to be embarrassed more.

Back in the classroom Alix and Maria are sitting and talking when everyone hears crashing and screams outside, the class looked out to see a giant rock thing destroying everything  on its way to the school. The teachers sent the kids home in an attempt to keep them safe.

When Maria got home she noticed a small box with writing she didn't recognize, she carefully opened it, instantly releasing a glow of bright red-ish pink light.

"Greetings Maria Dupain-Cheng, I am Tikki, the Ladybug Kwami of creation and good Luck, it is a pleasure to meet you." Maria couldn't believe her eyes "Mon dieu..." was all she could say, before going full interrogation mode "You're a Kwami? What is that? How are you floating like that? How am I able to understand you? Do you have some sort of ability to communicate in any language?How did you fit in this box? w-"

"There is no time, Paris needs you! I can only explain the powers I grant and how to use them, so please listen carefully."

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

Soon Maria was running in a red suit with black spots and amor. She ended up facing the 'akuma' as Tikki called it in a stadium, meeting her partner (a blonde furry she decided) for the first time.

"Bonjour m'lady, so what's the plan to take this thing down?"

Without hesitation she explained her plan " The plan is for you to have your Cataclysm ready, I'll give you a signal when it's your-"

"Cataclysm!"  The boy proceeded to use his ONE attack on a GOAL POST!

"I said to wait for a SIGNAL! Now you only have five minutes before you power-off."

"Oops" The blonde was really wasting her more useful braincells. After the boy was thrown out of the stadium, Maria was left to fend for herself, and she did really well, considering this was her first non(but sort of) official villain fight, up until she lost her footing and was knocked into the side of the stadium. The akuma was gone before she could get back, more and more people were turned to stone, but it showed just where Stoneheart was heading.

She arrived at the Eiffel Tower, where blonde was fighting stone people, he just managed to get away and actually listened to the plan this time.

They defeated Stoneheart, Maria gave her speech to the villain, and did a fist bump (though at this point Maria just wanted to get some sleep), when a reporter came to interview them.

"What are your names, and where did you come from?"

"My name's Chat Noir an-"

"Ladybug, and we're hear to protect Paris from Moth-Man, as much as we would love to give you a bit more details, we don't have much time at the moment" right on que their Miraculous' beeped signalling they had 2 minutes left " Stay safe, and positive, Bug-Out. "

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

"Well done Maria!"

"Thanks Tikki." and with that Maria went downstairs to get something to eat, when she saw her parents watching the news.

"Earlier today Paris gained a villain and two heroes: Ladybug, and Chat Noir. Many of our viewers submitted pictures and videos, but only one of Ladybug came out clear."

"Thank you Ladybug and Chat Noir for protecting us, bonne journée à Paris."

.................

"Maria you're taking self-defense classes starting tomorrow" Sabine spoke, though Maria didn't have any complaints, plus it'll help when fighting akumas so it's a win win.

"Yes maman."

•~~~~~later in Maria's room~~~~~•

"Ok, so you're basically goddess of creation personified into a cute little Ladybug creature?"

"Kwami, but yes."

"And you've existed since basically the Big Bang?"

"Correct."

"... how are you able to float like that? How are we able to talk without any ancient god language in the way? And what other kinds of um kwamis are there?"

"I float with magic. Yes their is a language only for the Kwami, but we've learned every other language in existence, so there would never be an issue with communication. And to your last question, there are many different kinds of Miraculi all over the world, some even across the universe, so I am unable to list every single one in existence, but there are just as many Miraculi out there as there are starts in the sky."

"Impressive... does that mean I could learn magic?"

"As a human you are limited to what you can do with magic, but you have a strong creation soul. So yes it is possible for you to learn basic magic, I can teach you some life magic to help you heal quicker if you get hurt outside the suit. You can also learn other types of basic magic based on what Miraculous you are most aligned to. Surprisingly you have a close affinity to most of my brothers and sisters that are here in Paris."

"Are they in the hands of other Miraculous users?"

"... aside from Chat Noir, only two: one belongs to the Guardian, and the other to Hawkmoth."

"What are their names?"

"...Wayzz is Kwami of Protection, and is the partner of the Guardian. The other is Nooroo Kwami of Transmission, Hawkmoths Kwami.

"Ok, so then I assume the 'Guardian' is who you were with until now, right?"

"That is correct."

"And how was I chosen exactly?"

"The Guardian chose you because he saw your kindness in action, and sensed your strong Creation Soul, he has only ever been wrong once, but I can tell you will be a great Ladybug, maybe even one of the few who achieved a higher sence of life."

"... I feel like you kind of described a Sage, also how would he have seen an act of kindness, I mean, I got my things, went out helped an older man with a cain, wait."Maria squinted her eyes at Tikki as if looking for something.

"The elderly man's the Guardian isn't he?"

"..."

"I get it, you don't have to tell me, it's all apart of the 'plot' like some show, I get it. Welp, good night Tikki, have to get up early tomorrow."

"Good night Maria." Tikki never messed up so badly before, then again she never had a user with such a strong Creation Soul before either... Maria is something special.

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

And Tikki was right, she excelled at Life Magic, learning a fair bit of healing, luck and slight plant manipulation and communication magic. Tikki wasn't sure if she should be proud of her Bug, or scared at her fast learning skills.

A few weeks passed and Maria was thankful for the self-defense classes, she even started doing her own training routine with Tikki guiding her. She didn't like that her partner was a flirt, it got distracting and almost got Chat killed a few times. She often wondered 'what the hell did I do in my past life to get a partner like this?'

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

Tony Stark was called by Sabine to meet her earlier than they had planned, she informed him that Paris now has a villain and two heroes.

"Ok, so what's the problem? We agreed to put Maria in self-defense classes so she would be safe... is it a boy?! Don't tell me it's a boy, she's to young to be dating!"

"It's not about a boy."

"Then what is this about?"

"She's Ladybug, *sigh* I swear she gets it from you Tony. She learned it from your dumb@ss, and it didn't help the need to protect people she loves when you got kidnapped. I need you to teach her how to be a good hero, good combat strategist, and to give her your support. She already has a tactical mind, I'm proud in a way that she shares your bravery."

"Ffffffffudge... ok, where is she?"

"Upstairs."

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

After a slightly awkward conversation Maria started to get even more training, and became a pretty much badass on the field, she incorporated the known fighting styles of: Black Widow (her favorite hero), Captain America, Deadpool (favorite hero to some degree), Daredevil, Wolverine, and some moves from famous villains like, Kraven The Hunter, Red Skull, Doctor Doom, Scorpion, Shocker, and Taskmaster ( her favorite villain). And she used ALL of those skills in battle, it was damn impressive to watch, and then Sabine had a talk with Tony.

〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜Bonus〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜

"Ok Tony wtf? I asked you to teach her how to fight for protection when she's out there, But you turned her into a complete badass, I mean none of the akumas have lasted more than 10 minutes with her! I want to hug you and kick your @ss at the same time."

" Sorry not sorry Sabine, but she is our Genius Little Ladybug after all."

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[fandomsonrequests]

dad!ateez: their dad instincts kick in

inspired by @latte-fairytaekwoon​ (thanks i have massive baby fever now :’] ) and those videos where parents bust out into ninja mode when their baby is about to fall or run into something

hongjoong:

“Okay buddy, just sit there while daddy works okay?” Hongjoong tells his eight-month-old son who was sitting across him on the soft couch of the producing room. His son only babbles happily, making his father smile. 

Hongjoong shakes his head in amusement and turns back towards his computer where he started working on his music. The first few minutes, he would occasionally look over to his son just to make sure he hadn’t wandered off or touch anything. And every time he sees him just playing with the toys that surround him. So far so good. 

But it didn’t take long for the little guy to become bored and for Hongjoong to become so immersed in his work. While he was busy, tapping away and finding some samples to use, his son started to stand. The baby held onto the back of the couch, walking towards the edge where he bounces up and down, his feet dangerously close to the edge. One wrong misstep and he would go tumbling off the side. 

Fortunately, at that moment, Hongjoong’s father instincts kicked in. Something just tickled in the back of his head to check his baby. And a good thing he did because the minute he turned, his baby slipped off the edge of the couch. The man immediately launched off his chair and grabbed his son by the arm, pulling him towards his chest and rolling back onto the couch.

The baby was stunned into silence, not comprehending what had happened before laughing and patting his father’s face. Hongjoong felt his heartbeat rapidly, a sigh of relief escaping him. He kissed the baby’s little palm and brought him over to his chair where he sat him onto his lap. 

“Maybe it’s best you watch daddy work.”

seonghwa:

“That’s it Hyonjin! Keep it up!” You encourage your four-year-old daughter from behind the camera.

It was her first time riding a trike so obviously, your husband, being the helicopter father he was, asked you to document the whole thing. Speaking of which, Seonghwa was right behind your daughter, jogging a little as Hyonjin speeds down the road. 

“There you go, angel! You’re doing great!” He cheered on. 

The little girl just giggles and pedals faster. But due thanks to the laws of physics, she was moving too fast— much too fast. And she didn’t see the mailbox on the side of the road that she was about to crash into. Luckily for you, Seonghwa started sprinting towards her, his arms outstretched. 

“Seonghwa—“ You call out to your husband when you realize what was about to happen.

And by the grace of a miracle, he grabbed Hyonjin by the waist, lifting her out of the tricycle right as it crashed into the mailbox. Your daughter who was blissfully unaware of what had happened just smiled down at your dad. But all color had drained from both parents’ faces, adrenaline rushing through you.

“Daddy! Did you see it? I was going so fast!” Your little girl says to her father, shaking her dad’s arms. 

Your husband smiles weakly but no less bright. “Yes you did angel, but I think you should slow it down a little.” 

yunho :

Eun-jung, your little six-year-old baby girl, squeals as she goes back and forth on the spring rider. You watch from the side with your newly born son in your arms. You, Yunho, and your two little rascals decided it would be fun to have a picnic at the public field nearby. You were just lucky there was a small playground built there.

Your husband laughs along with your little girl as he pulled her back on the spring rider. It was nice to see that he was having just as much fun as his daughter, their energies fueling each other. 

Eun-jung started to rock the rider a little, making it go back and forth a little more violently. Yunho grows a little more apprehensive at the rate she was going but lets her keep going- he didn’t want to ruin her fun after all. And that proved to be a good decision because the moment the spring rider tipped backward, the little girl loses her grip and falls off. 

You yell out to Yunho, your own instincts kicking in, but he was already moving. He held his arms out and caught her by the waist. The force from your daughter being practically thrown off practically sent the two tumbling to the ground. Yunho’s ninja mode flips on and he turns so that he lands on his back instead of falling forward, to avoid crushing his baby girl underneath his weight. 

When he realizes what happened, his eyes widened in excitement. “Aha! I told you bubba, your dad has Spiderman reflexes!” He teases his daughter. 

You roll your eyes in amusement but maybe he wasn’t exaggerating. 

yeosang:

“Doyun, stop moving. Your father is asleep.” You warn your son who was bouncing on his spot on the couch, Yeosang’s head being right beside your son on the couch. 

“Sorry,” He apologizes before returning your attention back to the television. The whole family, apart from Yeosang who was out like a light from working all day, decided to watch a film before heading to bed. Your younger son, Ji-ho, was sat on your lap while your youngest, Haneul, was sat beside you. 

Haneul was only a few months old but could already sit up. Her attention was turned from the television though, instead, focusing on the little insect that managed to crawl into your home. It was slowly making its way across the floor. And Haneul, seeing it skittle away, thought it was a good idea to follow it.

She scoots forward on the couch and fell off the edge. Your hand shot out when you saw her move to the corner of your eye but Yeosang was faster.

Yeosang magically woke up from his nap and his arm just moved on its own accord, pinning the baby to the couch. You grab her legs and gently lay her to the floor while your sons watch in amazement at what had happened. 

“Oh my God dad-” Ji-ho cheers. “That was so cool!”

Yeosang couldn’t help but chuckle, reaching over to pull Haneul and rest her upon his chest. “Thank you, kiddo. But that’s one of the reasons why they married me.” He sends a wink towards you, making you blush. 

“Just watch the dang movie, Kang.”

san: 

“Okay Nari, just let it out,” San cooes to his baby girl, her tiny body laying on his shoulder as he gently pats her back. He had just finished feeding her milk in the kitchen and it was now time for her to burp it out. 

He rocks her back and forth, traveling to the living room where your two-year-old daughter was watching the television. You were away on a business trip, leaving San in charge of taking care of your two little angels. Sooyun turned from her spot on the couch when she saw her dad approaching and smiled, reaching out to him.

“Dada!” She cooed and made grabby hands.

“Hey Yoonie, what are you watching?” He asks her as goes over, standing by the couch. 

“Pororo!” She answered and copied the cute penguin, making her father chuckle. She sees her baby sister in her dad’s arms and reached out to make grabby hands again. “Daddy hold please!” 

San smiles apologetically at her and shook his head. “Not now baby, Nari needs to burp-burp before you can hold her.” 

But the little girl wasn’t having it. She whines and reaches out again, leaning over the side of the couch and reaching up. San turned his torso away and kept telling her no. And in a last attempt to grab her sister, Sooyun jumped up over the side, making her fall over. San’s parental mode kicks in and he sticks his foot out, cushioning her head as she fell to the floor. 

“You okay?” He asks her and she nods her head. “Let’s keep this secret between us? Okay Sooyun?”

“Okay daddy.” 

mingi:

“Song Mingi be careful with Young-soo,” You warn as you recline back on the couch. You were suffering a sore back that day, so you were resting with a warm compress on your back. “That yoga ball you’re bouncing him on is old. It could pop.”

“Don’t worry baby, I have ninja instincts. He’ll be safe.” Mingi assures you as he bounces his son on the ball, making him release a joyous giggle. 

Young-soo squeals in delight as his father turns him around and maneuvers him so that he’s able to do a few front and backflips. Your husband laughs his deep but warm laugh when Young-soo poses like a character in a fighting game. And for a while, you decide that maybe it’s best to let them be. 

But just as you predicted- the ball bursts in midjump. You felt time slow down when you see the rubber fly everywhere, immediately straightening up despite the pain that shot up your spine. Mingi’s large arms grabbed at his son, pulling him up before his face could hit the floor. 

Young-soo starts crying from the loud noise and your husband hurriedly hushes him. “Don’t cry little guy, daddy’s here.” He says and wipes the boy’s tears. It doesn’t take long for Young-soo to calm down. Mingi faces you, a sheepish smile on his face when he sees your unamused expression. 

“Heh, told you,” He stammers. “Ninja instincts.”

wooyoung: 

Wooyoung looks into the pot full of mashed rice and banana pudding with milk- or in other words: baby food. He stirs the pudding, lowering the heat before looking over to his son who was sat patiently in his high chair. He played with his little rattle, keeping himself entertained with the object.

Wooyoung smiles at himself, proud that your little one was well behaved. He had definitely gotten it from you- or at least that what some of his friends and family say. He was left in charge of the house for the day as you were out at your older son’s kindergarten to pick him up.

“Your dad’s almost finished with the best baby food ever,” Wooyoung says proudly and turns off the heat from the pot. As he was busy transferring the pudding to the baby bowl and cleaned up his area as he waited for it to cool, his son starts to rock the chair, growing bored with the rattle.

The high chair slowly gains momentum, tipping over from side to side. Hearing the sudden racket, Wooyoung looks over to the baby, eyes widening at what he saw. He practically leaps over the counter as the high chair tipped over to the left, falling in that direction. 

Before it hits the ground, Wooyoung had slid over, dropping down to his knees and stabilizing the high chair. His son just looks curiously at his father, laughing happily and bonking his father over the head with his rattle.

“Okay, maybe you aren’t as well-behaved as I thought.” Wooyoung winces before chuckling to himself. “Now you got that from me.”

jongho: 

You and your husband Jongho thought it would be a good time to have a vacation at the beach with your twins. The beach resort you had booked had some beach activities for visitors to do- banana boat riding, speedboating, snorkeling, beach volleyball, you name it. It just so happened that one of the activities was ATV riding. 

And of course, your kids knew how well their dad was at driving the thing. So they asked if they could ride one themselves. Your twins were nine-years-old, so you and Jongho didn’t see any problem with letting them ride an ATV by themselves. Of course, he was going to supervise them but he’d rather they learn on their own.

“Alright Young-min, hold onto your sister,” He instructs them while you film from the side, a grin present. “Young-soon, remember this is the break and this makes you accelerate- BUT be easy on the acceleration, gently squeeze it- not press down on it, or else you and your brother will speed away.”

“Yes dad,” The two respond in unison through their helmets. Young-soon seemed so excited though as she was practically vibrating with excitement. 

“Okay kiddos, let her rip,” Jongho says as he steps away. 

The ATV slowly moves forward at a pace that allowed you and your husband to walk alongside it. They slowly gain speed but it was nothing that made you run after them. But your daughter, being so overwhelmed with adrenaline, accidentally squeezed the acceleration too hard, making them zoom forward.

“Whoa- whoa slow down!” You call out to them. 

Jongho’s paternal instincts kicked in and he automatically latched onto the metal part that jutted out of the back of the ATV, clutching onto it for dear life in an attempt to slow down the bike. Before they could crash into the changing shed nearby, he snatches the two up in one arm and pulled them off. The bike breaks to a stop, leaving you jogging up to the three. 

“I can’t believe I caught that in film.” You breathe in disbelief, making your twins look to you excitedly. 

“Can we see???” 

[gingeremo]

My ginger hair, my weight, the way I look, my hobbies and interests, the way I dress, for wearing glasses etc.

I've been verbally abused, punched, kicked, slapped, had stones/rocks thrown at me, had bullies steal my stuff, I've been shoved off walls, pushed down stairs, pushed in front of a car, I've had people burn me with their cigs, I've had boiling water poured on me, I've been cornered to the point where I curled myself up into a ball and started crying to protect myself etc.

I was badly bullied. I hated school and college. I STILL get bullied now. That shit doesn't just stop in the playground, it can last a lifetime. There's no end to it. I haven't forgotten what the bullies did or said to me. It's stuck with me. I was diagnosed with anxiety, depression, PTSD and paranoia because of it and I've tried taking my own life and self-harmed on multiple occasions because of it too. I've overdosed and ended up in hospital because of how it made me feel about myself. It's had a serious affect on my mental health and I hate it. I hate myself because of it.

I bloody DESPISE bullies with a passion! I have ZERO tolerance, patience and sympathy for the nasty, vile cunts. They know EXACTLY what they're doing. There's NO excuse. Bullying has a serious fucking effect on people. Fuck you. You horrible, pathetic, vile bastards.

[imagineslashers]

wowowowow hi, your writing is so good!! ;A; can I please request a femme!blissfield butcher x reader? maybe a shy reader who previously had a crush on Millie and does even more now, but doesn’t know the truth? thank you thank you so much if u can!! or just anything as long as it’s the femme version fkfkdk

thank you so much! here you go! this gets a little saucy but nothing ott! hope you like it!

also, this is kinda tricky to write with pronouns, but because the reader assumes it’s really Millie, i use she/her and the name Millie until the reader realises they’re not really her, if that makes sense!

The anticipation is killing you.

The sound of your heart thudding is only drowned out by the rhythmic thumping of your fingers on the steering wheel as you pull into the seedy bar you’ve been invited to.

It was just on the edge of town, nothing special, the local watering hole filled with exhausted workers and eager players. Not the kind of place you would normally agree to meet someone. As you park up and step out of the car, the wind steals your breath, whipping your hair before retreating with playful whispers.

One text brought you here, and you can’t stop thinking about it.

Wanna play?

Harding’s Bar, 8 PM

- M

You tug anxiously at the bottom of your jacket and pull it tighter around yourself, stepping towards the bar, painfully aware of how loud your shoes are in the quiet evening. The only other sounds are muffled laughter and music pouring out from the slits of the doorway up ahead.

A warm hand grabs at your wrist from behind and you shriek, whirling around to find the calm face of the girl you’ve had a crush on for the longest time. Millie. 

She’s stunning, her red leather jacket reflecting the dim lighting and complimented by her slightly smudged red lipstick. The curls in her ponytail bounce as she tilts her head to survey you, inspecting your outfit, eyes roaming hungrily over your body with an intensity that makes you blush.

Finally, after a few painfully long seconds of her gripping your wrist and staring, she cracks a grin. “Don’t you look just darling.” She coos, releasing your arm which drops limply back at your side as you fumble for something to say.

“Hi Millie.” You manage to push out breathlessly, instantly cringing at how timid you sound. If she notices, she doesn’t show it, instead glancing at the bar behind you. 

“Wanna go for a walk, cutie?” Millie gestures with a jerk of her head towards the dark, empty park across the road. Confusion settles in your mind, wondering why she asked you to a bar if she’s not going to go in. Millie senses this before you can ask the question and she laughs, the sound echoing eerily back to you. “Come on, I don’t want any of those gross men in there seeing you looking like this.” Millie gestures to you, biting her lip for emphasis. “No, you’re all mine tonight. Let’s go somewhere more private.”

Numb and red in the face, you can only nod as Millie grins, easily gripping your hand with more strength than you had expected. She leads you across the empty road and you’re soon both swallowed by the darkness of the park.

You’ve been attracted to Millie for quiet a while, but were always just too shy to ask her out, or find out if she feels the same way. Instead, you’ve been admiring her from afar, pining over her like a puppy. However, you were not always that subtle with your feelings, and the Butcher caught onto those emotions very early, sparking a curiosity that meant he just had to find out more.

When Millie changed to this new bad-girl act, you weren’t exactly put off. It was hot, very hot, but a little concerning that Millie changed so quickly. You still can’t say what it is about her, but she’s different in ways that pull you in even more than before.

She brings you out of your thoughts with a sudden gasp that makes you falter, looking around for the source of her surprise. The playground glints in the moonlight and she pulls you harder, making you stumble as you try to keep up with her relentless pace. Only once she has reached the slide does she stop, turning and pushing you onto the bottom of it. You sit down at once to stop yourself from falling, looking up at her.

“Why did you want to come out with me?” You barely speak above a murmur, and she crouches in front of you at eye level, pursing her lips for a second.

“Hm.” She reaches out with one hand and brushes her fingertips along your jaw. “You’re so cute and innocent, I don’t know why she- I mean, why I never saw that before.” Her voice drops down to match your tone, a sultry murmur, as her fingers venture down your throat. She bats her eyelashes, smiling in a predatory way you’ve never seen her do before. “And you like me too, don’t you, Y/N?” Her hand rests over your throat, fingers curling around the back of your neck, her voice becoming colder and hungry.

You know you’re in danger, this isn’t the Millie you first had a crush on, but you can’t help the way your pulse thrums to life under her fingertips. Instead of backing out, of moving away from her lightly squeezing hand, you can’t help it.

“Y-yes.”

That’s all she needs before she pushes forward, shoving you further up the slide so she can trap you under her body. Her thighs straddle on the outside of yours to keep you in place, one hand on the edge of the slide, the other still lightly squeezing and releasing your throat rhythmically.

You release an involuntary moan and she doesn’t miss it, grinning against your mouth, kissing you like you’re her oxygen and she’s been drowning. Nothing matters, not how weird she’s behaving, not how public this is, not how badly you need to take a breath.

Millie pulls away from you, her hand around your throat now venturing below your shirt as you gasp for air. “You want me, don’t you Y/N? Want me to make you feel good? Want me to make you all mine?” The words becoming more and more threatening, shifting from a purr to a growl as she rakes her fingers across the soft skin of your stomach. 

You’re helpless beneath her and can only whisper your agreement, your fingers bunching in her blonde locks.

“Y/N!” The shout pierces the silence and fills you with alarm. “Y/N! That’s not Millie!” The flustered face of Nyla appears with Josh in tow, and a dark male silhouette following behind them. You’re confused, glancing between the three of them and then to Millie’s exhilarated expression inches from your face.

Time seems to slow as “Millie” begins to smile, swiping her tongue across her lower lip. “Aw, what a shame they’re spoiling our fun!” In a split second, you can see instantly that they’re not lying, no matter how bizarre it may seem; by the glint of mischief and cruelty in “her” eyes, you understand that this is not Millie - but then why are you still attracted to this dangerous stranger?

The Butcher rocks their hips and bites at the skin beneath your jaw while you contemplate how utterly screwed you are in this situation. Before Millie’s friends can reach the two of you, the Butcher grabs you by the hand and yanks you to your feet, taking off back towards the car park of the bar. In their hand, the keys to your car which you hadn’t even noticed them take from your pocket.

“Get in, baby, this isn’t over!” The mix of hysteria and desire in those bright blue eyes makes you compliant as you throw yourself into the passenger seat and strap yourself in tightly.

“Oh shit, what am I doing?!” You can barely say the words as the car is thrown out onto the road, screeching as it tries to grip the road before jumping off down the avenue towards town.

The Butcher laughs in response to your exclamation and pushes hard on the gas, leaving behind Millie’s friends and your sense of self preservation.

[hopeamarsu]

Hello m'lady! I'm so excited to see you're accepting prompts! If this strikes your fancy, may I request : “What happened to us?” and “I can be your reason why.” for our Frankie??? ANGST HOTEL HERE WE COME...MAYBE?!? Thank you for your time 💚🌿💚

My darling lady, I'm so happy to get your request! 💚

One huge dose of angsty Frankie coming right up. Oh, this one has a happy ending too. I hope you enjoy this, I'm sending a lot of hugs your way.

I can be your reason why

Frankie Morales x gn!reader

Word count 1,4k

Warnings: Hospitals, accident, mention of drunk driver, mention of death (Frankie was in the army), angst, sad sad sad, pining, hopeful ending

The room is so white, right down to the bedsheet that covers your lower half.

The white machines hooked on your body, keeping a check on vitals and making sure you are fine, look like something out of a sci-fi film for Frankie. He hates that he has to see them in multitudes as well as the monitors above your bed drawing lines as you breathe and your heart pumps blood and medicine all over your body, healing you.

To say he’d been surprised to get the call from the hospital at 4 in the morning was an understatement when he’d been shocked to the core. Ever since you had had a big fight with him all those months ago, something that was still unsettled and gnawed at his guts, Frankie had been certain he’d been crossed off the list for good and he had only himself to blame.

He had tried to scrub the yelling, the insults, and the low blows out of his mind, but every time he’d glance at his phone and see his wallpaper of you and his daughter smiling together and it would all come back.

“Fuck you, Frankie! I can’t believe you out of all the people would say this! You were supposed to be my friend!”

“Cariño, please…”

“NO! No Frankie, just no. You’ve gone too far this time.”

“Please, please let me explain. Please.”

“Absolutely not. I heard you loud and clear the first time Francisco and, God, what happened to us? Where did we go wrong? I thought you’d… I thought you understood… I thought...”

He can still hear the sniffles, feel the pain in his stomach as he watches you slam the door on his face on the film reel in his mind, and the desperation that creeps up his spine as his texts and calls go unanswered for weeks. He remembers asking the guys to call you and the mountain of ice spreading through his veins when Will told him that you had blocked his number and didn’t want him to contact you.

Frankie contemplated going to your house after that, but what good would it do? He was broken, beaten and lying breathless on the ground. Nothing would help him rise from there. Definitely not you. He is still all those things and more because he doesn’t have you beside him to weather out the stormy seas.

Getting cut off from you hurt him on levels he had trouble comprehending. Frankie had gotten used to you being around, comfortable in the knowledge that you had always been there as his friend and would always be there and that was his grave mistake.

All those moments in the playground swing back in teenage years when he escaped the yelling and shouting in his house, turbulent times in college where he began experimenting with his sexuality and life all the way to his high-risk career in the Army, the coke rap and losing his lady to another man. You had always been there for him.

You had been his rock and his most ardent supporter, Santi hot on your heels but never reaching the level of trust and intimacy you shared with Frankie. All the times he fucked up, needed a shoulder to cry on or a couch to sleep off his desire to go out and find one of his bad habits for a visit, you opened your door to help him. And what had he done for you? Fuck all but trouble and heartbreak and pain in measures he can never pay back.

He hangs his head, his ballcap twisted between his fists as he wrings the fabric to give himself something to do. He would do anything, everything to take back the last 3 and half months and just hold you tight and tell you that he believes in you and will stand by you in all the ways you want him.

But you are sleeping, eyes closed, hooked up to all the machines that monitor your body and Frankie cannot do that. He’s not sure if he’s even allowed to touch you, because just being in the same room as you without your permission feels like an invasion of sorts.

“Cariño, if you can hear me, I am so sorry. I’m so sorry for all the words, all the insults thrown in your face and all the pain I’ve caused you. I wish… I wish I could take it all back.”

He whispers, placing his hand next to you where it lays on top of the bedsheet. The difference between them shocks him still, your elegant fingers next to his calloused and battered ones. The way your skin is unmarred by scars where he has all these silver lines criss-crossing his knuckles.

Taking care to avoid the IV line, he gently moves your hand into his and sighs at the first connection in months. The softness of your hand against his roughness is still something out of a dream; how something so beautiful and lovely and gorgeous could ever want something so dark, drenched in the blood of people he’s killed and lost count of is a mystery Frankie never hopes to have to solve.

Like a thief in the night, he steals yet one more moment with you as he squeezes your hand gently. And like a greedy one too, he rises from the creaky plastic hospital chair and kisses your forehead, pushing his luck a little further. Frankie begins talking, his deep timbre bouncing off the walls as he tells you stories you’ve heard a thousand times already but which bring him comfort.

His thumb strokes your knuckles softly, a soothing gesture more for him than you, while he continues telling you things. Time ticks by and Frankie’s voice grows tired and gravely, but he refuses to stop. He talks about Will, Benny and Santi, the ways all of them get together weekly and he talks about Olivia, his pride and joy, and how she grows and how she misses you. How he misses his friend.

The tone tinges with sadness as Frankie starts to talk about your accident and what has happened in the past couple of days. “They caught him, the drunk bastard that ran the red light. He’s in custody and the traffic cameras have him on tape. You are not going to have to see him, he’ll be locked up for a good time. You just need to get better, cariño, so you can kick my ass in softball again and tell me Oreos taste superior when dunked in cold milk.”

He takes a deep breath, blinking away to keep his raw emotions hidden. Had you not changed your medical info and your contact in case of emergency details, he wouldn’t even be here with you, known about your accident, and the mere idea breaks him, wounds him deep. He hides his tears in his sleeve as he tries to gather himself up again. Frankie needs to be strong now, you have a long recovery ahead of you and he will do his best to help you.

“Te amo, mi corazón y mi alma. Por favor, vuelve a mi. I want to kiss you and tell you I belong to you, that I love you more than as a friend. You hold my heart already and I will gladly give it to you if you come back to me. Smile for me again. I can be your reason why, I’ll do anything to see your soft lips grinning at me, with me...” It becomes too much and Frankie folds in half, draping his upper body on the bed as he cries uncontrollably.

He doesn’t know how long he weeps, the seconds and minutes all blurring together as the sleeves of his shirt go from damp to soaked but he doesn’t care. Frankie loves you and he almost lost you for good and he cannot hold it in anymore. He loves you and he needs to tell you.

He’s so deep inside his mind that he doesn’t recognize the weight on top of his head first. But when fingers card through his locks repeatedly and the motion registers, he’s shocked into reality. Frankie lifts his head carefully, eyes blurry and almost afraid of what he will see.

Your eyes are droopy but the small upturn of the corners of your lips as you regard him softly forces another sob from his chest and it takes all of his willpower not to kiss you right then and there. Your hand doesn’t stop moving as you look at each other in silence, fingers in his curls and Frankie is finally back home, breathing freely.

His lips move, though no sound comes out, telling you te amo over and over again.

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[taeyamayang]

prologue, part one, part two, part three

TANGLED UP

PAIRING: Akaashi Keiji x fem!reader

GENRE: romance | a bit of angst (≖ ͜ʖ≖) | mutual pining

TROPE: strangers ? to lovers

GIST: a serendipitous occurence resulted you to become penpals with your neighbor, however, conflict rises when circumstances push you to choose between your budding fondness for the latter and your long-time infatuation on the setter, Akaashi Keiji.

a/n: hah, im excited for this update. enjoy~

4/?

"how long have you been residing here?" your voice threads through the jaggling sound of the bell with stuffed bear keychain hanged at the zipper of your bag as you both walk pass the deserted local playground. the moon glowed in its usual milky radiance against the gloomy night sky. the walk down to your neighborhood had been silent ever since you both got off from the bus so you decided to engage in small talks.

"about a few months ago," he says after pondering on the question thrown at him. he continues. "but we used to live here when i was younger. we came back before the school year started."

your brow raises in curiosity. you are having an internal debate on whether to ask him more about the topic or not. of course, you want to get to know him more but you are not quiet sure about the limits. luckily, as he turns his head to you, he senses your dilemma as he reads the expression written on your face.

"dad's work. you can ask me about it." he lets out an airy laugh. a giggle you haven't grown accustomed to yet feels familiar like the back of your hand. "we had to move out because my dad was destined to work at a farther place and now we're back for the same reason."

"hm," you hum in reply. you break the eye contact to focus your gaze on the ground. your one hand grips on the bag hanged over your shoulder.

"you?" he carries the conversation.

"we live here my whole life." you glance at him at the same time you caught him watching you. feeling flustered, you bring your focus back to the houses ahead of you. you think of something to say to continue the chat.

"my parents know everyone in this neighborhood. no, wait, scratch that, they know everyone. i'm surprised they haven't told me about you yet." you look back at him. he still has his eyes on you. you smile. "an extroverted couple gave birth to an introverted child. welcome to my life's mystery.

he laughs.

he actually laughs. you are stunned by the fact that he finds your dry and seemingly dying humor entertaining. his laugh resonates a siren singing to you in the middle of a solace sea, luring you into the depths of water beneath your rocking boat. entirely enticed with him, you fix your orbs at his creased face. his smile contagious enough that you unconsciously pull the corner of your lips as you look at him.

"i find that very relatable." he utters right after he recovers from laughing.

"i feel relieved that i share the same pain with someone." you shrug.

a couple of steps were shared with the hushed air of tokyo. you keep your eyes to your feet as your mind replays the prior occurrence in your head like a broken dvd. indeed, another thing added to your list of favoritesㅡhis laugh.

he breaks the silence.

"by the way, i have a question." his tone is coated in curiosity.

"what is it?" you peel your eyes back to him.

"do all girls like pink?" he catches you in daze at his random question. albeit, you think of a response.

"i wouldn't say all." you echo your thoughts. "i'd say, probably, most girls like pink but i think it's primarily influenced by gender stereotypes. you know, girls like pink boys like blue. that's why most people assume all girls like pink."

"if i tell you, you look like a person who likes purple will you be offended by it?" he asks making you tilt your head to the side. he's asking you random and no context questions and you can't help but wonder why.

"i won't be offended by it. in fact, i'd be happy! i like purple! what made you think i'd be offended by it?" your steps slow down as you both focus on each other's direction.

"i don't know." he shrugs. "i told a person she looked like someone who loves purple but i didn't get a response from her."

the mention of the pronoun 'her' catches you off guard. you know from kaori and yukie that akaashi is the least member of the volleyball team to engage in social interactions. although, he has a number of admirers he has never shown interest in any of them. you draw your attention back to the conversation.

"i don't think it's something serious to cause a conflict between the two of you." you assure him but he pulls his orbs away. he narrows his eyes to the sky as he loses himself in his thoughts.

"akaashi." you call his name. his lips curls up still not batting an eye at you.

"akaashi keiji!" your voice increases this time. it seemed to work when he turns gaze back to you. you smile at him subsequently crossing your eyebrows in worry.

"you're overthinking it."

"how do you know?" his gapes at you.

"your face shows it." you chuckle as an attempt to lighten the mood.

"i was worried. she's important to me." he nonchalantly says.

oh.

you bite the insides of your mouth, tearing your gaze at him to focus on the full moon above you. you are left with nothing to say. a piece of advice that usually comes easy to you are now pushed down to your throat.

how can you possibly become a wingman for the person you admired for over a year?

"i might be overthinking it but i can't help it."

"why not ask her? but im sure she isn't mad at you, akaashi." somehow, your lungs have become rigged and the old bitter sensation in your mouth crawls back. you rub salt into the wound by pushing the conversation at hand.

a masochists.

"what is she like?" you fake a smile.

"she's easy to talk to. i feel comfortable with her. reuniting with her again feels like i've found a missing piece of my past."

"reunite?"

"yeah, we were childhood friends but i don't think she remembers me. to be fair, i don't remember what she looks like but i remember her name so when i heard her name from my mom i knew it was her."

you swallow in air as you poke the insides of your cheeks. seemingly, the night air turned dense. hindering the swift flow of air from your nose down to your lungs.

you briefly bite your bottom lip before diving in head first. you surprise yourself with the amount of courage you have in you as you vocalizes your dreaded thoughts.

"do you like her?"

he looks at you before uttering the words you fear the most.

"yes, i think so."

you let out a shaky laugh as pain turn into a friend. tiny needles prickle on the surface of your palms, numbing your touch as the words sink in. you stop your feet from walking, eyes glued to the cemented ground. tears start to form on your eyelids.

fuck, you're about to cry and the least thing you want to do is to burst into tears in front of him.

"hey, what's wrong?"

you blink away the tears right before he levels his eyes to you. you whip your head to the side, away from him, faking a chuckle. you unbend your neck as you bring your eyes back to him.

"i forgot my mom asked me to pick up something from the convenience store." you eye smile at him, laughing at your inattentiveness. you continue your act as you scratch the back of your head thoughtlessly.

"i can come with you."

"no." you tone shifts lower. the lump in your throat is getting heavier and you want to stir away from him as quick as possible before the tears start to fall.

"are you sure?" he senses your urgency yet he asked again to make sure. "it might be dangerous to walk alone."

"it's okay like i told you i lived here my entire life. if someone comes at me i can jab them in the throat and roundhouse kick them in the face!" you guffaw while demonstrating the said moves in the air. you're becoming better at masking your emotions with enthusiasm.

"okay." he nods at you but he seemed unconvinced. he furrows his eyebrows. "text me when you get home." you turn around and begin striding your way to the convenience store near the bus stop.

"sure!" you shout back at him. you raise your hand up to wave him goodbye without looking at him. tears stream down on your face as you finally release the tension built in your throat.

~

akaashi reaches his home shortly after you parted ways with him. he kept looking back as if he's waiting for you. he enters his house. his parents greets him at the entrance and the boy smiles at them, greeting them back politely. heavy steps thudded on the wooden stairs as he runs through each single step.

"we're having dinner soon!" his mom shouts from the bottom of staircase.

"okay!" he shouts back before shutting the door. he throws the duffle bag next to his bed as his other hand pulls out a phone from his pocket. he unrolls the window blinds as he peers from the window of his room. he pulls his eyes back to the screen of his phone, eyeing on the tempting bubble dialogue button near the contact's name. after a quick seconds of internal dispute, he decides to do it.

~

the oversized hoodie hugged your frame soothingly as you stare at the cup of instant ramen placed at the table in front of you. your nose is stuffy and you can feel the warmth of the skin around your swollen eyes. fortunately, you brought your hoodie to school today despite the moody weather. now it's doing its job well by covering your pathetic state from customers and staff.

suddenly, you remember a task left off unfinished. you kill time by writing down the last sentences of your letter to kei. the pen twists and turns between your middle and forefinger as you think of the right words to say.

you are not that close to kei yet for you to tell him about how emotionally wrecked you are yet you're close enough to tell him everything that happened in your day.

and so you settle with the most vague yet accurate decription of your day.

"today is full of ups and downs. it kicked off on a nice note, rocketed to a stomach turning (the good type) and heart fluttering occurrence, then ending it to a total dump.

im not having the best day."

you unclasped the paper from the clipboard before folding it into four. you keep it inside the pocket of your hoodie so you wouldn't forget dropping it off to kei's house before going home.

the alarm of your phone goes off. finally, the ramen is cooked. it's about time you replace broken feelings to noddles and msg. you peel the lid off and immediately slurps in the noddles. your phone dings notifying you a message. you click on the message icon as you chew. you choke on noddles as you read the name of the recipient.

"are you home? if not, tell me when you get home." akaashi sent you a message. you flip your phone over, ignoring him. well, for now since you promised on texting him.

~

akaashi paces back and forth across the room. one hand is on his waist while the other holding his phone. it's been ten minutes since he sent you a message. his worries grew as the clock ticks.

an idea kicks in.

"manager, ____ and i parted ways before we could reach our homes. she told me she needed to run an errand to the convenience store. i told her id come with her but she insisted on going alone. i told her to text me when she gets home. i texted her ten minutes ago (roughly fifteen minutes before we parted ways) but she hasnt replied to my text yet. the convenience store is near. im worried."

he stares at his phone as he waits for a reply and instantly kaori texts back.

"thanks, for letting me know. ill call her then ill update you." akaashi sighs in relief. he walks back to the window frame, leaning against the edge of it.

~

your phone vibrates continuously accompanied by the standard ringtone of your device. you flip it over and see kaori's contact id flashing on the screen. she's calling you. consequently, you answer it. the mode switches to videocall and panic rushes through you.

"what are you doing in a convenience store eating instant ramen alone when you're supposed to come home with akaashi?!" you fail to switch the call into voice only as kaori begins bombarding you with a question.

"long story." your voice came out muffled as you spoke with your mouth full.

"what happened?" you know she won't stop pestering you with questions until you address the issue.

"heart has been broken several times by the same man."

"akaashi?"

"who would it be other than him? he's the only person ive fallen for."

"finally, you have admitted to falling in love with him."

"fell in love." you correct her. you cringe at the use of the word love. you were not sure what love feels like until now, until it hurts you.

"tell me what happened!" she begs. you shrug.

"oh my god, you confessed to him but he rejected you?!" kaori takes a guess.

"no, i didnt confess to him."

"what could possibly be worse than a rejected confession?"

"i dont know maybe the fact that he's in love with someone else and that someone else is his childhood friend. you could have seen how his face glowed when he talked about her. who am i compete with his first love."

silence laid between the two of you.

"so you ran away from him after learning that?" kaori says after a pause.

"yep. it's a sign, i guess, from the universe. i think i have to move on for real."

kaori studies your face. she keeps her lips shut as she watches you flash her a fake smile. she knows you well enough to distinguish a genuine smile from a fake one. she knows that no words can miraculously heal the pain in your chest when she knows exactly how drawn you are to him. she was the happiest when she learned about you, a closed off being, having feelings for someone.

"come on, don't be too sad for me. it's not you when you're not teasing me." you attempt to pitch a joke but she stared at you impassively.

"don't worry too much. ill be fine, i just need time." you crumple the empty cup before tossing it in the trashbin under the table. you take the milk you brought alongside with the instant noodles before heading out.

"ill head home now. ill call you when i get home. i promise." she nods at you and you end the call.

~

"akaashi, i talked to her and she's on her way home." akaashi reads on the message sent by kaori.

akaashi smiles when he reads the text. he shifts his focus back to the window waiting for you to pass by and right at that moment a gray sweater came into view. akaashi scrutinizes his gaze at your figure.

at first, he wasn't sure if it was you since when you walked home with him you weren't wearing a jacket.

you pull the hood of your jacket down to your face as you drink your favorite milk. it's a milk brand from your childhood. oddly, whenever you feel down a sip from this drink makes you feel an inch better probably because it reminded you of good memories.

akaashi squints harder, looking at any identification that would tell him it's you. then, he sees it. the bell keychain with a stuffed bear hanging at the side of your shoulder bag. he follows you with his eyes as you walk pass his house. he quickly types a message to kaori as he pushes himself off from his leaning position.

"saw her pass my house."

akaashi was about to leave his spot when his peripheral vision catches you running back to where you came from. he focuses his attention back to you. the sudden motion causes your hood to slide down on your hair, completely revealing your face to him.

his eyelids peel open as he catches the sight of your next move. his heart hammers against his chest as you pull a folded paper out from the pocket of your sweater. his fingers gripped harder on the window frame. his lips fall ajar as he watches you slip the paper inside their mailbox. you walk away from their gate to head back to your house as if nothing happened while kei stared at the mailbox, stupified with what he had seen.

he lets out an air as it sinks in. soon after a smile crawls on his face. he utters to himself.

"so, it was you all along."

his phone vibrates when a message is notified. he brings his eyes down to the flashed screen of the device as he reads the message. his smile widens when he sees your name.

"im home! :)"

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[slashermom]

That childhood friend ask had my heart, so how would it be with the other slashers? Like a friend Michael made at Smith’s Grove, a camper that stood up for Jason before he was thrown in the lake, those are just a couple of ideas. I’d love to see what you could come up with💕(just to shorten the list, it’s still kinda long, but they’re soooo cute Billy Loomis and Stu (separate) Brahms, Bubba, Thomas, Jason, Michael, and Norman deserves some love too) thank you so much❤️ I adore your writing btw

You already know the drill. Nothing spooky just big and didn’t wanna clog the feed. Enjoy!

Michael was only a boy when he entered what would become his personal hell.

He wasn’t really allowed too much time with other children in the ward but he did get some supervised recreational time a few times a week.

Which is where your story begins.

You never really told Michael why you were there but he could tell you didn’t want to be there any more than he did.

You typically kept to yourself but seemed kind to anyone who approached you. Even though you were nice enough you were quite reserved, so you can imagine the surprise he got when you came to him.

Michael wasn’t a big talker even back then but you talked enough for the both of you.

Michael wanted nothing to do with you in the beginning. I mean absolutely nothing to do with you but slowly you began to grow on him - a part of his routine.

Every once and a while he would mumble a one-word answer and make your whole day.

But as he grew older those treats grew few and far between. But you didn’t seem to mind.

Dr. Loomis definitely studied your interactions with Michael and tried to use it to figure out more about the young boy.

Michael even began to enjoy tolerate your company. But just as things started to blossom between you two - you pulled away.

“I’m going home Michael.”

You’re what? Did he hear you correctly? No. You couldn’t go home. You couldn’t just leave him here.

“This is my address... Once you get out you’re more than welcome to come visit anytime you like. You always have a place with me, Michael. “

You slid a small piece of paper across the table and then went to go reach out to put a hand over his but he yanked his hand away like he had been shocked.

You begged him not to be mad. But he was livid. How dare you leave just when he was about to let you in? When he did let you in.

Michael didn’t say a word but his eyes spoke volumes and you left feeling sick that you managed to leave and he didn’t.

Quite some time would pass before you two saw each other again.

But bet your ass one of the first things Michael did when he escaped was locate your residence.

He had every intention of watching the life drain out of your eyes and being done with you. Forget you as you forgot him.

But as he watched you, he remembered how much he missed you. Michael didn’t think there was anything to miss but boy was he wrong.

He noticed how you kept some of the routine Smiths Grove lays out for its patients.

You can take the kid out of the sanatorium but you can’t take the sanatorium out of the kid, huh?

These quirks that made you so recognizable in the sea of grey at Smith’s Grove. Things that grew on him like moss and sunk their claws in deep.

He watched you turn on the news and see the report on his escape. You stared a the screen with an unreadable gaze before shaking your head and turning to go to the kitchen.

Not before bumping into the Shape.

Taking in everything that the young boy had become, not that you could really see much with the mask and jumpsuit but he definitely had changed a bit since you had last seen each other.

“Michael.”

He knew what he should do, what he had to do, but he couldn’t seem to make himself move. Michael could only stare at you intensely and catalog your features.

Michael didn’t react when you slowly reached out and looped your fingers into his. Ignoring how the other hand was white-knuckling a kitchen knife that you suspected was taken out of your kitchen.

He only felt your warmth.

“I told you that you always had a place with me.”

And with that his mind was made.

Jason didn’t have any friends. Period.

He wasn’t expecting to find one at a summer camp he really wasn’t interested in being at in the first place.

You two never really played together per se but definitely acknowledged each other’s existence.

Always giving him a wave or a smile in the dining hall or across the field.

You even sat down next to him during downtime between activities and tried to strike up a conversation. He wanted to talk to you, he really did, but it was just a little hard for him.

Jason was working on putting something together for you to show his appreciation and willingness to be your friend.

Unfortunately, he never got to give it to you.

He remembers you running towards the end of the dock where he was about to be thrown into the water

“Stop! What are you doing?!”

The other kids laughed and explained they were just gonna dunk him.

“He hasn’t done anything wrong! Just leave him alone! You’re gonna get in trouble if you do this.”

As hard as you tried they still threw him into the water and scattered and as fast as you ran for help Jason still drowned.

You never forgave yourself for it.

Which is how you ended up back at Camp Crystal Lake as an adult.

Feeling guilty and some way responsible for his drowning, you returned to the summer camp in hopes to be the best camp counselor and somehow make up for the past.

It was an accident. You told yourself.

But you could never get the look of Mrs. Voorhees’ face out of your head. Poor woman.

Well, those plans were abruptly put on the back burner when your fellow counselors began being murdered left and right.

You didn’t know who was violently attacking everyone only that he was big, scary, and was wearing a hockey mask. That was more than enough for you to get the hell out of dodge.

Jason had managed to corner you into one of the old bunkhouses when he faltered just for a second.

Wait.

You looked familiar... Where had he seen you before?

“Y/N! Where are you? We need to go now!” The voice of one of your peers called from outside.

Y/N. That Y/N?

He flashed his gaze back down to your form across the hallway and seemed to come to the conclusion that it was, in fact, the same kid who tried to save him.

Each step you took back, he took one forward. You continued this dance until you were practically pushed up against the wall of the cabin.

Frantically looking for an escape or weapon you missed him reaching into his pocket and pulling out a piece of old construction paper.

His large hand held it out to your shaking form and waited for you to take it. Well, if you’re gonna die might as well see what the paper has to say.

It was old, wrinkled, and water damaged but still cared for in a way. You carefully unfolded the paper and felt your heart jump into the throat.

It was covered in colorful leaf rubbings and had flowers and pine needles taped all over surrounding a messy sentence in the middle that read:

‘My name is Jason. Do you want to be my friend?’

Billy was a little prick as a kid.

So not much has changed.

His anger always got the best of him and he had to always be king of the playground.

It wasn’t until you pushed him off the top of the jungle gym for messing with one of your friends that he really acknowledged you.

The rest is history.

You two were always picking on and chasing each other around the town.

That is until Billy formed his love for movies.

Always wanting to show you this new movie he got his hands on and get your opinion. He would watch your reaction and smile, especially if it was a scary movie.

You: That was kinda lame

Billy: Yeah... *flashback to last night when he was hugging his pillow and chewing on his fingernail* Totally!

Billy actually spent a lot of time with you or at your house.

He didn’t like being home.

His folks were always arguing or bossing him around and he wasn’t about that.

Billy would always brush it off when you asked if he was alright but it mattered a lot to him actually.

But he would sooner punch you in the gut before even hinting at the idea that he might be grateful for you.

He began to wish he told you more often than he did when you broke the news that you would be moving.

Billy was angry.

Not at you, he knew it wasn’t your fault.

He was angry at life for taking away what was supposed to be his rock. He didn’t have much and he didn’t need much but without you, what was the point?

But per usual, Billy’s anger got the better of him and he took it out on you. Claiming he didn’t give a damn where you went.

And that’s how things ended.

With Billy angry and you in new town.

Billy hated the way things ended and wished he could apologize but he wouldn’t even know where to find you. That is until he heard a new student had arrived at Woodsboro High.

He heard your name in a few different people's mouths but had failed to actually see you. He was beginning to think there was another person who just shared your name.

But as he came out of third period he just happened to look to his left down the hallway and find just the person he was looking for.

There you were. All grown up and still looking like a hurricane.

A smirk creeping on to his face as you met his gaze. It didn’t take you long to make your way over to him.

“Hey, jackass. You miss me?” It was meant to have more of a punch but he could see the fondness behind your eyes and words.

“You know it.”

Stu has been the class clown his entire life.

Which is actually how you two bumped into each other.

He was always up to some shenanigan or making things as difficult as possible for the poor teacher.

You two officially met each other when you were sent down to the office for something you couldn’t remember even if you tried and he was sitting outside the main office waiting to be called in.

Plopping down next to him and saying how you thought all his little tricks were pretty funny. But you also gave him some tips on how he could improve.

You began trading ideas back and forth, laughing about different things and exchanging stories.

From that day forward you were two peas in a pod.

Raising hell and having fun while doing it. Never a dull moment with you guys in the room.

It got to the point where you had to separated in class.

Which actually ended backfiring on the poor teachers.

Because this meant you guys had to resort to glances from across the room. You were practically able to read each other’s minds with just eye movements and facial expressions.

They basically just helped evolve your friendship to the next level of fuckery.

But you also shared some more tender moments.

Stu used to always confide in you. Expressing his frustrations about always having to act a certain way. It really got under his skin that nobody saw him.

When you told him you understood and that you saw him for who he really was he knew right then and there that you were a keeper.

But life always gets in the way.

Your family had found their dream home in the next town over.

Stu was heartbroken, to say the least.

He even offered to have you live with him. His parents have the money! He can take care of you!

You only laughed and promise that you would come back. You told him he could visit anytime he wanted and he told you the same.

But those sort of plans never work out and you lost contact.

Stu was actually just thinking about old memories he shared with you as he walked into the movie store where Randy worked.

Quickly finding his buddy at the checkout counter helping a customer, he had no problem getting into this person’s space while leaning on the counter to talk to his friend.

But what he didn’t realize was that the person at the counter was no stranger.

“Stu?”

His eyes flicked down to see who called his name and actually jumped when he realized who it was.

Stu took a step back in to get a better look at you and see if it really was you, all the while spreading a goofy grin on his face.

His features fell into a much softer smile as he opened his arms to give you a hug.

The partners in crime of Woodsboro were back in business!

You were actually friends with Emily Cribbs before you were friends Brahms.

Brahms believe it or not only had a few friends.

Emily Cribbs being one of them so it was only natural that you two would end up being friends.

Natural. Everything about his interactions with you seemed natural. Like it was always supposed to be this way, things always seemed right and just when he was around you.

And he felt this way almost immediately about you.

He would often invite you over to play games like hide and seek and listen to music while talking.

Brahms would often read you riddles or give you impossible challenges and you would beat almost all of them and ask him for a new one.

Brahms enjoyed your company more than anyone else’s and couldn’t quite understand why.

Probably because you never patronized or looked at him a certain way.

He found himself wanting to hang out with you more often than not.

But you had other friends. Like Emily Cribbs.

Brahms hated third-wheeling with you and Emily.

It could even be said this is one of the factors that drove Brahms to take his first life.

When you heard about the fire that broke out and snatched the lives of not just one of your friends but two, you were lost.

Even as young as you were you understood you would never see either of them again.

Or so you thought.

Many years had dragged on before you heard the name Heelshire again. After the fire, the couple kept to themselves and rarely went out in public.

You had heard of a nanny position at the Heelshire mansion through a friend of yours named Malcolm and decide to check it out.

Wondering if Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire had another child or adopted after Brahms’ passing.

But of course, it couldn’t be that simple.

You pitied the couple when they showed you the porcelain doll that looked about as close to Brahms as you could get in doll form.

We all cope in different ways you supposed.

The least you can do for your former good friend’s parents is to watch a doll for a few weeks.

But what you didn’t know is that it wasn’t just you and the doll.

The real Brahms had been patiently awaiting your arrival for days.

After his mother announced you would be applying for the nanny position he was ecstatic.

He wondered what you looked like after all these years.

Same smile? Same mischievous ways? Same ability to outsmart him in his own games.

All things he began to wonder even move as his heart hammered in his chest and his eyes moved over your figure from behind the wall.

Oh Y/N, welcome back.

Your father worked at the same slaughterhouse as the Hewitts which is how you and Thomas stumbled into each other.

You first caught a glance at him from a distance while your father was talking to the boss.

His mask is initially what grabbed your attention. Maybe he had it on because of the smell or he didn’t want anything to get on his face.

You didn’t know but you intended to find out.

But this innocent curiosity slowly grew into an interest in the boy and everything he was.

Thomas typically kept to himself and was skittish around anyone who wasn’t his family.

Hell, he was skittish around his family.

So it was some trial and error before you were even able to get a chance to get close to him.

But he did take note of your efforts. Thomas did wonder what it was like to have friends but he would never put himself out there in fear of being rejected.

You were able to catch him by himself hiding out back of the slaughterhouse.

“Hey!”

Thomas whipped his head up to see you jogging over towards him.

Thomas nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw you making your way over. Packing up what he had in his hands and turning to go back into the factory.

“Wait! Please stay! I won’t bite I just want to sit with you.”

Thomas stilled all his movements and waited to see what you were gonna do. You took slow steps over to him like you would a stray dog.

“Whatcha’ working on?” You sat down next to him on an old crate and looked at the piece of leather and needle he held between his fingers.

He didn’t reply. Only opening himself up from his hunched-over position and giving you access to see the piece of leather he was sewing to make a new mask.

“You think you could make me one?”

What would you want with a mask? There’s nothing wrong with you, at least not like Tommy.

He turned to make awkward side-eye contact with you to see if you were serious before giving a shrug. You seemed more than happy with the answer.

You two began to meet each other out back a few times a week where you would talk and Tommy would listen. Or sometimes you would go on walks down the road or through the tall grass.

He found peace in your presence.

No hatred, expectations, or ridicule.

Just peace.

But like most good things for Thomas, it didn’t last.

After your father was injured in an accident at the slaughterhouse you and your family could no longer afford the house you were living in and were forced to move.

There was never a formal goodbye between Thomas and you. Just a ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’

Hoyt definitely gave him hell for being a bit broken up about you leaving. So he kept all of that buried with the rest of his trauma.

Thomas thought he heard the sound of a car pull up from his hideout in the basement and quickly stomped up the stairs to deal with whatever poor son of a bitch that had wandered in.

Instead of Hoyt and Luda getting ready to nab the visitor, he saw them sitting down at the kitchen table having a conversation with someone he couldn’t see due to just being able to see the back of their head.

“-I’m sorry about what happened to your old man darlin’. He was a good man. Oh! Tommy! Look who it is! Y/N L/N! You remember them right?”

Remember you? How could he forget you?

You turned around in your seat and beamed up at him.

His peace had returned.

[victoriareyloficlists]

12 April 2021 Additions to Reylo Fluff

These fics have been added to the Fluff lists located in the following lists:

Fluff Part 1 Titles A-G

Fluff Part 2 Titles H-M

Fluff Part 3 Titles N-S

Fluff Part 4 Titlez T-Z

Zombie Run by OptimisticBeth (AO3 2018  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: During a charity run, Rey is relentlessly pursued by a zombie.) The Road Taken by gogoburritos (AO3 2020  Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey pulls a prank on her housemate Ben. She doesn't expect it to turn out so well.) Loose Change by spicytofuuuu (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: "I ate your pizza. It was a desperate move. I'm sorry. Not proud of myself. Here is $4." An Oh-My-God-They-Were-Roommates, They-Have-One-Single-Shared-Brain-Cell fic.) just say you love me by darthswift13 (AO3 2021  Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: In which Rey gets drunk on Saturday nights and confesses her true feelings for her roommate Ben, only to forget on Sunday mornings. Will Rey ever be able to confess her feelings when sober?) r/Relationships by elle_reads (AO3 2020  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben's new roommate moves in just before a shelter-in-place order is issued. It's just the two of them—and Reddit, of course.) The Sublet by javajunkie (AO3 2020  Rated M Complete, 5 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey and Rose sublet their spare room to Ben Solo.) Knock Me Down by commandercrouton (AO3 2019  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben gets a concussion thanks to Rey.) Love in the Language of Sweaters by SaintHeretical (AO3 2019  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Corporate executive Ben Solo mocks holiday sweaters until he sees the delivery girl wear them.) You Need a Tutor by castles_and_crowns (AO3 2018  Rated T Complete, 28 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey is an engineering student who finds herself struggling with calculus. Desperate, she goes to the math tutoring center on campus for help. Meanwhile, Ben Solo is a grad student who's required to work a certain amount of hours in the math tutoring center. When Ben reluctantly offers to help Rey with her work, a relationship forms between them that neither are expecting.) Five Times That Ben Saved Rey's Valentine's Day & How She Forever Saved His by AnneAnna (AO3 2021  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben makes a confession in his wedding speech: He knew he was going to marry Rey when he and Rey were 4 years old and she gave him a Valentine she made and colored herself. And 21 years later, he still has that Valentine.) Newspaper Hearts by Celia_and (AO3 2021  Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: “She made her Valentine’s cards. She tore hearts out of newspaper and glued them onto used envelopes and painstakingly wrote each child’s name. She probably spent days making them. And you know what she wrote on mine?” He doesn’t need to read it to know what it says, so he looks down at her instead, and the hand on her heart and the tears in her eyes. “Ben: You are OK. Rey.”) When the party ends by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2021  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey gets wasted at a frat party. Ben finds her, puts her in his room, where she's safe. Rey wakes in the morning after Ben comes out of the shower and nakedness ensues.) Fleeced by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2020  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: AU where Rey is a mechanic and Ben is her grumpy client. Ben is car shopping and asks her to pretend to be his girlfriend so the dealer won't screw him over.) My Sandwich by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2020  Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Someone took Ben's turkey sandwich at work, he is infuriated and eager for revenge, until he finds out it was Rey then those feelings no longer exist.) Sleepyhead by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2020  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben, a mere himbo, tucks a stray hair behind Rey's ear in class. He knows he deserves the hot coffee in her hand to be thrown in his face and yet he gets a date. ) When You Know It by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben finds out his roommate Rey has never had someone to celebrate valentine's with, so he sends her 25 roses, one for every year she's been alone, in attempt to make her feel better.) Port in the storm by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey pretends to be afraid of thunderstorms so she has an excuse to sleep next to Ben. Ben figures it out when he races home early after seeing thunder, fearing Rey will be crying alone curled up in a ball, only to find her totally chill and eating ice cream.) Neighborly by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2020  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey and her son move into a new apartment and meets her new neighbor Ben and his cute dog.) Tinder and Cinder by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey joins tinder after a long long dry spell due to her flatmate Kylo's derision, they argue about why and in a fit of jealousy Kylo screams out 'use me instead.') Traditions gotta start somewhere by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2020  Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Christmas Tree vignettes of Rey and Ben over the course of their relationship.) All of my wishes came true with you by Blueyedgurl (AO3 2021  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Fantasy AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey works on a wishfarm for Plutt. One day after she's out of wishes, she catches the star of a man who wishes for an end to his loneliness. She pockets it and after a particularly rough day she grants it with herself.) Knot It by MotherofScavengers (AO3 2021  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: When Omega Rey’s heat starts early, the Alpha friend who agreed to assist her is nowhere to be found. When she unexpectedly meets Ben, the delicious smelling Alpha offers his help...and his knot.) It's You by SpaceWaffleHouse (AO3 2021  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben and Rey have been costars for years when the time comes for them to film their first kissing scene. Neither of them ever expected their soul marks to appear in the process.) Through the Years by castles_and_crowns (AO3 2018  Rated T Complete, 10 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben Solo and Rey Jakkson meet on the playground as children under unusual circumstances and quickly become best friends. This fic follows them through the years, showing glimpses of their friendship as it slowly progresses into something more.) I Hate You by orphan_account (AO3 2018  Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben has been in love with Rey for two years and so when she storms into his office he finally decides he can't keep it in any longer.) In Small Packages by DyadamDriver (AO3 2018  Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: It was then that Ben realised three things. 1. He had never had a cat in his life. 2. He had no idea what these little things ate. 3. He had a crippling crush on his neighbour.) ignorance of etiquette by blessedreylo (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Regency AU, Quick Synopsis: Lady Rey Kenobi lives a life of pristine comfort and luxury on her family's estate in Chesire with her parents Lord Obi-Wan Kenobi and Lady Satine Kenobi. When they receive word that an old family friend, Lord Benjamin Solo, is coming to visit, Lady Rey is reminded of how he tormented her as a child. She decides that she will prove herself not the same girl she once was in more ways than one.) heaven in hiding by blessedreylo (AO3 2021  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: They say it's impossible for a guy and girl to be "just friends", but Rey and Ben had managed to discredit that throughout their decade long friendship. What they both have is special, that people would often arrive at the conclusion the two were made for each other. He's her safe haven, her rock. She gives him a sense of clarity and direction. Ben and Rey know each other more than anyone ever possibly could. Therefore on Valentine's Day, their friends decided to secretly set them up together on a blind dinner date.) a quiet storm by blessedreylo (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey gets off to Kylo Ren, a popular audio erotica account online. She hasn’t been on a date in so long until her friend Rose sets her up on a blind date with her boyfriend's coworker, Ben. They seem to be hitting it off and finding that they have a lot in common, but she can’t help but think that he sounds so...familiar.) key to the kingdom by blessedreylo (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, 12 Chapters, Princess Diaries AU, Quick Synopsis: Most girls get a drunk weekend in Vegas for their 21st birthday, but Princess Rey Kenobi gets the chance to rule the country of Alderaan. But the only way she can become Queen is if she marries a man in 30 days, or the throne goes to the selfish (and annoyingly attractive) usurper Lord Benjamin Solo. Will Rey be able to ascend to the throne or will it all just become a royal pain in the ass?) fueled by fire by blessedreylo (AO3 2020  Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben annoys the hell out of Rey when he tries to write passive aggressive notes about where she leaves her stuff. 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[yolkyeomie]

Crescendo | Kang Yeosang

summary — The beating of a heart is like a crescendo, screaming louder and louder in one's chest until it's reached maximum capacity, and you’re about ready to burst.

word count — 8.6k words

pairing — yeosang x female!reader

genre —violinist + college au, band au there if you look around a little bit, fluff with like a hint of angst in the later parts

disclaimer — SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT,,, this is more of prologue than anything tbh. also I have almost zero knowledge on college and violins so if this is horrible I’m so sorry. also typos. lots of typos.

part I | part II | part III

I.

There was just something about summer that you liked so much. You just couldn't exactly put your finger on what.

Maybe you liked the sunny days that it would bring? The giant ball of light in the sky beaming down at full power onto every human in sight. It would illuminate the world with a golden glow, bringing out the more natural and earthy colors hidden from the other seasons. The heat would call for unplanned trips to the cool waters and hot sand of the beaches or a quickly made dash to the nearest frozen ice cream shop. Perhaps it was because there was no more school, no more time needed to spend on slaving away for hours at a desk just to not retain any knowledge given.

Or maybe you liked it because it was the time you’d see children the happiest. Every time you biked along the sidewalk to and from your home you’d come across a playground almost always filled to the brim with the joyous sounds of laughter. Children scattered around the playgrounds like little ants to a picnic, grabbing whatever they found the most intriguing for the day. Some would be swinging, some would be sliding, some would even be chasing each other around without any of the equipment catching their attention at all.

However, there was a possibility that you enjoyed the summertime because of the theater your town held. It wasn't very big compared to the ones that could be found in the big cities of your country, but it was nice nonetheless.

There were white walls lined with a fake golden trim along the floors, bright lights nearly blinding one as they walked inside of the theater for the first time. There was a slightly smaller stage than normal, not too tiny but definitely smaller than you’d seen in the more famous theaters. The seats weren't in their traditional curved angles either. They were in neat straight rows leading all the way to the back of the theater where the volunteer tech crew would operate behind the scenes.

There were white walls lined with a fake golden trim along the floors, bright lights nearly blinding one as they walked inside of the theater for the first time. There was a slightly smaller stage than normal, not too tiny but definitely smaller than you’d seen in the more famous theaters. The seats weren't in their traditional curved angles either. They were in neat straight rows leading all the way to the back of the theater where the volunteer tech crew would operate behind the scenes.

Every year your high school would hold recitals for their students in that theater. They would use these performances as a way to showcase their students' growing talents in the art of music or to spotlight their shyer students who never had gotten a chance to show everyone what they were made of. You weren’t in any sort of music group nor did you know how to play any instruments, so you never participated. But you did show up to every recital you could.

When you were in tour first year the only reason you had attended the performance was because your English teacher had promised to raise their overall grade for the year if they did. You were a decent student, overall you had average grades but wasn't the most outstanding person in your class. A few extra points to curve your grades were always appreciated so you had planned on attending the performance.

You had tried to grab a couple of friends to go with you, but all of them coward out when they got the chance. Some would say they were too busy, some would outright tell you they didn't want to sit through a performance they had no interest in. So you ended up simply going with your family, more begrudged than you originally were for the recital.

You had sat through choir members and members of the school's small orchestra and band repeating nearly the same song over and over again. Each song had a different tune, maybe a different style depending on how much creative liberty the singer or player gave themselves. One song was sung a bit louder than the others, another song was played by a small thrown together orchestra than simply a soloist, but they were all the same.

It was boring, and you were growing tired of listening to the same thing constantly. The only thing willing you to stay in your seat the entire time with the arm crushing strength of your mother and your need to get extra points on your grades for the year.

Near the end of the recital was when you had gotten hooked. Your family had finally decided they were going to pack it up for the night, her father had to work early in the morning and you were going to be thrown over towards your grandparents for summer. Just before you could have risen out of your chair to leave behind your parents, you heard it. A different melody than the ones that have been rocking your brain that night.

There was a boy walking on the stage, probably no taller than you was at the time. He was tiny for a first year boy, probably one of the shortest in his class as well. His hair was like a fluffy brown bunny's tail, bouncing and tousling itself around with every step he took. There was a string instrument in his hands, from what you could see was a red-tinged wood violin. You couldn't quite see the expression on his face either though, due to the distance you were from the theater stage.

You hadn't even realized you were holding your breath until he plucked one of the strings, letting the note resonate through the theater and bounce off the walls and into their ears. He had played a note, on a different key from the other performers. He was playing a song that his fellow violinists hadn't picked. He was different.

The sound was like a siren's song that grabbed the audience's attention and placed it to the stage. His melody started out soft and somber, almost as if the violin itself was conveying its unspoken emotions. The violinist was trying to use those emotions his instrument lent him to serenade the tears in the audience's eyes to fall and hit the ground simultaneously, creating their own beat to his song.

After a moment of enticing the audience to his performance, he sped up his pace. His quiet song suddenly grew in size until it overpowered every other sound in the room. He strummed each string with a quickness you didn't even believe was possible, his bow striking each note like it was powerful enough to create an earthquake. In a sense, it was like he and the violin had become one being, his string instrument becoming an extension of his arm as he played.

The audience whispered in wonder and amazement of the boy's talents, unable to take their eyes away from his figure. It was an enchanting sound so you couldn't blame them. The violinist had brought you into a world completely different from reality, where every object and plant in sight was made out of his musical chords.

How does a boy, barely over the age of fifteen, have this much power in his hands? You would be cursing yourself if you didn't grant him the title of prodigy right then and there.

Unfortunately for you, you couldn't listen to the rest of his alluring song. Your family had dragged you out of the theater to finally retreat to their humble abode for the night. After that night you had declared to yourself that you’d find the violinist who played that song, whether you had to search all summer for him or dig around your school for him. You’d attend every recital and every performance your school's small orchestra had just to get him to play for you again.

However, you lucked out each time you tried. Your school's orchestra didn't allow students outside of their instrumentalists into the classrooms. The violinist boy was too short for you to find in a crowd at their performances either. You even tried to find someone who might be close to him, but no one seemed to step up to the plate. This went on for the rest of your high school years. The only time you could see him where those days after the school year had ended, listening to him play those high energy tunes and somber melodies for his recital before he disappeared from existence once more.

That was, until now.

Plus you made a little bit of money on the side as well, and who didn't like money? Sure most of it was going to your tuition for college but there were times where you liked to splurged on your own interests every once and awhile.

"You seem tired," a feminine voice commented, making you turn around to face her. It was a girl, around your age, walking towards you, her long sleeves rolled up against her arms to mirror the way her shorts looked. She sat down on the pavement next to you, handing you a water bottle ice cold to the touch. "I would be too if I rode around in this crazy heat. I'm surprised you haven't melted at the mere light of the sun yet."

"I almost did," you responded, taking the water from her hands gratefully. "Today was unreasonably hot... I felt like I was sitting right in the middle of hell. And the fact that my bike is made out of metal, too? It's a miracle I didn't get third degree burns or something."

The girl went quiet for a moment, her brow furrowing in thought before speaking again. "You know I can always do it for you? The delivering stuff. It's my family's business anyway, I should be helping them out, not relying on you to do all of the hard work for me."

"Are you serious?" you questioned, suppressing the unusually strong urge to laugh. "You can't even ride a bike or skate. Nor do you have a car either, it'll take you hours to get from one house to the next. And I like the money I earn from doing this for you, I can't get a job anywhere else so this is just perfect for me."

"But still!" She complained, a pouting donning her lips as you screwed open the bottle cap. "I feel bad seeing you bike along in this hot ass weather for my family! I gotta do something to give you... at least a little relief."

You laughed at her desperation, placing the water by your side to face her fully. "The relief you can give me is not playing your cello so loud in the morning. You play wonderfully, trust me, but it's so loud and I'm so tired." you clarified, reminiscing on every time she'd walk up to her house with the sound of a cello's notes wavering through the air.

The girl wasn't in their school's orchestra, she had picked up on the instrument as a hobby. She didn't have a desire to play it in a school setting or professionally no matter how much everyone would suggest otherwise. Yet she suddenly began to really start practicing more often when her next door neighbor had moved in two years ago. You remembered exactly how frustrated the girl was when she discovered that he played guitar at maximum volume in the middle of the night without any regard for anyone else.

To counteract his annoying behavior, she'd open up all the windows in her house and began to play her cello as loud as she physically could in the morning times. It became a war of the instrumentalists after that and neither of them seemed like they were going to stop any time soon.

"Oh you know I can't do that," She responded, glaring at the house to their left where the guitarist resided. "He'll take it as me surrendering to him. I don't even want to think about what he'll do in the middle of the night once I stop. Probably bass boost his guitar so that it's even louder than normal! Oh god, I won't ever get any sleep if he does that."

You found it funny really. The two had never even met each other face to face. "Right... and we don't want that happening do we?" The girl shook her head vigorously in response to your words, taking your sarcasm very seriously. "I still think you can at least tone it down a little bit... this is our last year, in a few months we'll be dragged off into a bigger city to attend colleges and universities for another four or more years. Are you really going to be playing your cello first thing in the morning in your dormitory?"

"Well..." the girl pauses, taking your words into consideration. "No... I won't really need to since I'm not bringing it with me."

"Exactly!" You exclaimed, clapping your hands together and giving the girl a mocking smile. "Now I think you should at least go over to that boy's house and settle this raging war before you move onto better things. Make amends with him, he might even become a new friend of yours for the future. If not, you're not gonna see him again. There's a very high possibility that he's not going to the same college as you, or that he might not be going to college at all!"

She rolled her eyes at your suggestion, forcing herself off of the ground reluctantly. "Fine. I'll go make amends with him or whatever. But I'll only do it if you give up on the violinist boy from the recitals."

You stiffened at the mention of your high school goal, your very unsuccessful goal of finding him and making him play a song for you. "It's like you said, this is our last year here as teenagers. You've been trying to find him longer than I've been waging this musical war on my neighbor. It's about time to lay to rest, you. Seriously, it's more painful to watch than those terribly edited movies from my parents' watch for the "nostalgia"."

"Ouch there was no need to stoop that low," you mumbled, making the girl laugh in turn. "But I guess you're right. I've failed at finding him for this long, I might as well just give up now."

The girl nodded before patting your shoulders in reassurance. "If you really want to hear someone play music so bad for you, you can always ask me. I know a cello sounds nothing like a tiny violin but I can always try?"

"Actually that doesn't sound like a bad idea," you mumbled after a moment of thinking.

"Perfect!" The girl hummed, nearly jumping with excitement to show off her talents and pleasing your several years long urge to have someone play for you. "Usually I only play for my family but I'm very willing to show off what I've been working on. There's this one song I've using to annoy the guitarist boy in the morning and—"

"Go," you reminded her, your smile growing wider at her friend geeking out about her work. "Go get your cello and actually play it for me."

She nodded at your words, skipping on her feet as if she was as light as a feather towards her house. You knew it would be a bit of a struggle in moving her instrument from her room to the outdoors but if the girl was willingly and happily doing it, she had no reason to stop her.

It was a little funny though, how much you were surrounded by people who were gifted and talented in the form of music. Your school's orchestra knew you because of how you’d always try and snatch a peek into their classroom and attended their performances. Your closest friend was a cellist, but only played for hobby and the boy next door was a guitarist. All these connections started happening because a boy you had been chasing after for four years was a violinist.

You'd think you’d pick up some sort of instrument to attract them to you, and trust and believe you tried. You attempted to start playing many instruments after that summer night in your first year. Guitar, flute, piano, trumpet, you even tried to learn the violin yourself. You just weren't musical gifted, you didn't have the patience nor the ears to learn any sort of instrument that passed your way. The best you could do was play a sad tune on the kazoo or laugh into a harmonica.

It's even funnier when other’s learn that your mother used to sing and play the piano while your father played the clarinet when they were in high school. Go ahead and laugh, you knew you were a musical disappointment. Music was practically flowing strong in your blood and you sucked at it. Don't even get started on dancing either, it was a frightening sight to see. Those who could live to tell the tale never told the tale to anyone.

A melody began to float through the air once your friend disappeared into her house, catching you off guard. It wasn't the sound of an electric guitar, shocking the hair and making your skin prickle with its overbearing and booming sound. It was soft and sweet, vibrating through the air as if it was playing with the wind that blew by every few minutes. You could immediately identify the instrument as a violin, it's slightly strained notes from the bow connecting with the strings were all too familiar to you.

You turned towards the guitarist's house where the song was the loudest. To your knowledge, the boy didn't play any other instrument than the guitar. Yet the violin's sweet yet sorrowful song was coming from his house. Without even thinking you rose off the ground, following the song's notes like it was your guide. You had heard the door of your friend's house open again, signaling that the girl had successfully brought her cello from her room to the front of her house. Unfortunately for her, you were walking a little faster than she could drag her cello case.

"Y/N?" The girl called, trying to catch your attention. "Y/N, where are you going?"

You stood in front of the guitarist boy's house, right before where the balcony was hanging. The door to the balcony was ajar, letting the cool afternoon air into the room and releasing the melody of the violin out. "Is that the guitarist boy's room?" you called out to her friend, not taking your eyes off of the balcony. Just as you spoke the violin came to a screeching stop as if the mere sound of your voice was disrupting the flow of its song.

"No," the girl responded after abandoning her cello and running to your side. She pointed to the other side of the house where the window's blinds were closed yet light still shined through them. "His room is right across from mine, I should know I get the brunt of the blow every time he strums his stupid guitar."

Your voices dropped into pure silence when you saw something moving in their direction from the balcony. The door to the outside area slowly screeched open as the figure on the other side pulled on its door handle, stepping onto the wood floor of the balcony and letting the floorboards creak under their weight. Your eyes widened at the sight of a red-tinged violin, it's body scratched from its long term usage and its color dull from the lighting the setting sun had given them.

A boy stepped into view after the violin, the brown hair bouncing on his head like a bunny's tail. His resting face looked like you were staring at a statue, unable to catch any hint of movement in most of his features unless he blinked his eyes every few seconds. Right beside his eyes was some sort of mark, more of a rosy color than the rest of rather pale skin. He must not leave his house that much. After a few moments of silence, he leaned over the balcony's hand railing and spoke, "What do you want?"

The girl beside you glanced between the boy and you frantically, trying to piece two and two together. "you... is that the—"

"I want," you yelled up to him, interrupting your friend's question to respond to the boy above them. A smile began to play on your lips as you spoke, excitement festering up in your chest. You had found him. You had found the violinist from your first year. "I want you to play for me one of your best songs yet."

II.

There was just something about mornings you hated, no matter the day of the week. They'd always leave you more exhausted than you were the night before, whether you had gone to sleep late or not.

Maybe it's because of the dorm room you stayed in, assigned the room the moment you had gotten accepted into your university. It wasn't tiny, but it was definitely much smaller than your room at home. Your belongings barely had enough legroom with your roommate's whole entire area taking up more than half of the room. Despite being rather clean, to an extent, and cool during the day it was also incredibly hot at night.

A few months back the air conditioning unit for the floor you lived on broke down due to age. The university had reassured the students that they'd be looking into the broken unit and the technicians would be coming in and out of the building to fix it. However, they were rather slow with the process. Instead of just moving toward the third floor where the problem had started, they were moving from room to room on each floor the building had.

Apparently, they were just going to fix the problem in one go, however one go suddenly turned into a few days. A few days turned into a few weeks. And a few weeks turned into two months.

Thankfully they were on the edge of the summer season, the crisp breeze of the autumn air in October beginning to blow throughout the city. However that breeze simply abandoned them every time the night fell, the hallways and the common room being filled to the brim with students trying to escape the blazing heat. One would think it would be much cooler around the nighttime, so did they.

You weren't the heaviest of sleepers either, which meant you'd wake up at even the slightest vibration of a phone. One could only imagine your reaction when your alarm clock suddenly blared its ear piercing wake up call. The irritating buzzing of the built on alarm would always shock you out of bed like a cat. Yet even when you knew you were wide awake, you constantly struggled to force yourself up and out of your room. If time would allow it, you would lay in your very warm and comfortable spot in the bed for at least an hour or more.

What's even worse for you was that your dormitory was co-ed, which meant that next door to you was a group of boys who were sharing a room for the school year. They were loud, constantly moving around in the middle of the night, and screaming at random times of the day which usually ended up being the time that you used to study. There were always noise complaints about those students. No one on their floor, or the floor above and below, like them that much. Yet they never seemed to tone down the problem, they made them worse with every noise complaint that was filled to their resident assistance.

Every time they'd get a noise complaint, they'd go and find someone else who was just a little too loud one day and pin the blame on them. It was a way to show that everyone in the building made a commotion and that they shouldn't be the only ones punished for it. You didn't really care about what they were doing until you had suddenly become a target one day.

"I'm sorry, what?" you questioned them, leaning up against the door frame with your arms crossed. In front of you stood the two boys that lived in the dorm next to you, nearly towering over you like the buildings in the city thanks to the monstrous amount of height. They appeared to be up to no good when they had randomly shown up, and you were absolutely right.

"Are you the one who has been playing that music for the past three days? What was it... classical music?" He asked, tugging at his hair as he spoke. He glanced towards his roommate for confirmation, who nodded his head vigorously in response to his question. "Are you a music major or something? Maybe in the orchestra? If not it's been blasting really loudly lately and my roommate here has a majority of his classes at eight am. Right, Jaehyun?"

The boy didn't seem like he was on board with being used as an excuse at first, raising his eyebrow and staring at his roommate in confusion before turning to you. "Right, I have to get up so early for all my classes. I'd really appreciate it if you keep the violins and cymbals and triangles to like a minimum so that it doesn't bother me anymore."

"If not we'll take it to the RA," His roommate quickly added to put their threat in full effect. "And we'll file a noise complaint for disturbing us."

You scoffed at the thought, wanting to slam the door closed and forget about their petty revenge. "Aren't you the same duo that got a noise complaint filed to them last week because of an extremely loud yet unidentifiable thud..." you began before turning on your heels and correcting yourself. "Oh, my apologies. I meant boom, extremely loud yet unidentifiable boom that came from the laundry room. Only for one of the students on the lower floors to go down there and find that one of the washers and dryers had literally malfunctioned and exploded?"

"Listen," One of the boys tried to interject, his ears burning bright red as you kept talking. "That's not... listen, we—"

"Didn't they go on the security cameras to find out who had done the damage? Because a washer and dryer going suddenly haywire on its own is extremely worrisome and dangerous for the students who may have been around during that time. And weren't you two—"

"Classical music is such an amazing genre of music!" The roommate interrupted, yelling over your voice in a panic. There was a pained smile on his face as he hooked an arm around the other boy, punching his arm to follow along as he spoke. "I mean, it has such a clean and light texture to it, simplistic but a great melody nonetheless! God, it gives me nostalgia for a time I wasn't even alive in! Isn't that right, Jaehyun?"

"Oh," the boy spoke, his eyes darting in between his roommate and you. Slowly a smile began to grow on his face to mask his growing embarrassment as he gestured towards the other boy. "Of... of course! Johnny has such nice music taste! So you know when he says a genre is really good it really means something. Seriously love classical music, man. Lulls me right to sleep!"

Needless to say, they choose to not bother you as much as they used to. The strange and loud noises that would echo through the dormitory walls had gotten significantly lower since that day. They didn't stop completely yet but it was enough for you to keep your peace of mind before waking up every day.

Your mornings had gotten relatively calmer after that incident as well. Both of those boys were usually out of the dormitory by the time you were awake to attend classes or work, so you didn't run into them much during the week. You'd have calm enough mornings to where you didn't feel the need to nearly pass out on a car or bus ride to your campus and almost miss your stop. It felt like a dream come true when you would hop out of whatever vehicle you were in and would be right on time before your classes even started.

"Y/N!" A feminine voice screamed, catching you off guard when an arm suddenly slung around your neck. You clutched onto the bag hanging off your shoulder as you nearly tumbled to the ground at the sudden addition of weight, bringing the other girl down with you as you struggled to comprehend what was going on. They got a few stares from the other students who were arriving and leaving the campus but no one said a word to them. Thankfully everyone practiced the art of minding their business. "You'll never guess what I got!"

"Do I want to guess?" You questioned, shoving the girl's arm off of you so you could regain your balance. Once you were stable enough to stand up, you turned around to see who had stumbled into your path. The girl's eyes were wide with innocence and excitement as she stood in front of you, fidgeting in place as she tried to contain herself. Most of the energy she'd originally be exerting into jumping up and down was focused into the beaming and bright smile she couldn't wipe off of her face even if she tried. "Do I have to guess?"

"Yes, you have to," She demanded, holding her hands behind her back to hide whatever got her spirits high. The girl must have ordered some sort of object online again and simply couldn't wait till after your classes to show you. "It's so worth it, I promise! Just... just guess!"

A sigh escaped your mouth as you straighten your posture, reading deep into the girl's expression to try and figure out what it was. "I'm going to guess—"

"Two front row seats to our school's very own band performance!" The girl nearly squealed, shoving two flimsy pieces of paper in your face. You took a few steps back in order to align your sight with the tickets, taking them out of the girl's hands to inspect.  Both tickets were for general admission, their names printed on it with the date they were expected to attend the performance. "Aren't you excited? I literally fought tooth and claw to get these before they sold out, and you know these sell out fast!"

"Band? Like the guys who play trumpets and bass drums during school games?" You questioned, glancing up from the tickets to face your friend. The tickets didn't have exactly who was performing written down on it, simply stating that it was a live music event. "Why would you go watch them play? I thought you were more of a... pop genre person?"

The girl rolled her eyes at your response, snatching the tickets from your hands and placing them back into your pockets. "No, not the band. Who goes out of their way to specifically watch our band team play?" She hissed. "I mean like rock bands. You know, the type of people who play the drums and guitars in one big band and perform on stage with a lead singer and everything. That type of band."

"My point with you being a pop genre person still stands," you mumbled in response.

"Yes I do like pop music, I understand that," The girl clarified. "But we're going to see Aurora. Our school's very own rock band! Do you seriously not know who they are? I know you listen to classical and orchestral music and all, but I thought you were at least in the loop with Aurora!"

You scoffed as you began to walk forward, shoving your hands into your pockets and you spoke. "Just because I don't listen to the popular music right now doesn't mean I'm out of the loop! I'll have you know that I am a very big fan of idol groups. I even participated in those farewell events when groups’ oldest members start enlisting in the military."

"Idol groups have absolutely nothing to do with Aurora and you know it," your friend grumbled. "Do you seriously not know who Aurora is? At all? Have I seriously been friends with a hermit crab this whole time?"

"Fine then," you shrugged. "Go ahead, tell me about this Aurora band since you're so obsessed and knowledgeable about this group I've never heard of."

Aurora is a much bigger thing than you had imagined. From your friend's knowledge, it was a group of boys who had gathered around the beginning of the year together, all of them having several different traits and personalities that simply meshed together all too well. They had created the band, Aurora, for fun at first as they were all instrumentalists with different crafts. They had started busking in order to make money as a side job and quickly grew in popularity with the audiences they performed to.

Their university had caught wind of their musical abilities and had asked them to perform during the annual club fairs to help attract more students. After that, they seemed to have skyrocketed in popularity within the college campus. Jung Wooyoung, the group's bassist, Song Mingi, the group's lead guitarist, Choi San, the group's drummer, and Jeong Yunho, the group's lead singer, had become some of the most well-known people on campus.

Everyone seemed to know them and wanted to listen to their music, which is why your friend was so excited to be getting front row tickets to their next performance. You thought it was funny though, Wooyoung was the guitarist boy that lived next door to the girl. 

"The past is in the past!" She exclaimed, throwing up her hands as the two entered the university's building. The indoors wasn't very crowded, all the students attending were spread throughout the area either taking a break before their classes began or nearly booking it straight up the stairs in fear of being late. "Sure I wanted to murder him with my cello beforehand, but it's okay because we put our differences aside like you said we should have. And it's good that we did because we ended up going to the same university."

"So..." you began, thinking for a few moments before turning towards your friend. "Does this mean he's your favorite member? I mean you've got the background and chemistry for a nice little love story don't you think?"

"Oh absolutely not," she immediately responded. "We may have made up that summer but I have not spoken to him since. Plus my favorite member is their drummer so if anything I'd like to start a love story with him. Do you think I should plan out of my outfit for the music event? What if I actually start a love story with him like in those tv shows my parents used to watch? We catch each other's eyes during the performance and before we're about to leave I get asked backstage to meet him in person!"

You visibly cringed at your friend's fantasizing, putting four feet of space in between the two of you. "Gross. Go to class before you contaminant me with your fantasies."

"Oh shut up." She rolled her eyes, stopping in her tracks so that you were forced to wait for her. "Everyone likes to fantasize about their love life every once and awhile. It's natural to want something grander than reality to happen to you."

"You are the most cliche woman I have ever met," you mumbled, glancing over your shoulder to look at the girl. "You just told me you want to make eye contact with him and immediately fall in love just like that! Have a fun time dreaming about that while you stand in a crowd full of people in your general direction."

"You're so mean to me!" She yelled, causing everyone in the vicinity to turn and stare at the sudden commotion. "You're just mad that the violinist boy from freshman year refused to play music for you even when you got on your knees! And you were looking for him your entire high school career!"

You sprinted towards the girl at full speed, clamping your hands over her mouth to silence her. She screamed into your hands as you dragged her away from the public eye and muffled her voice. "Heejin, are you out of your mind?" You growled, looking behind you to see if anyone had heard her. "I thought we had both agreed to pretend like that never happened?"

The girl pried your hands away from her mouth and smiled innocently up at you. "We did promise. I just never forgot."

You shoved the girl towards where her lecture hall was located, a frustrated frown growing on your face as a pinkish flush began to creep across your face. "Go to your stupid business math class. Go before I chase you all the way there!" you threatened through gritted teeth. Her friend laughed at the girl's response, skipping like a child to her class for the day.

You really did get rejected that day, it was too ingrained in your brain to forget. The boy had stood on the balcony staring down at the two with a bored and uninterested expression in his eyes, tilting his head like a dog's when you screamed your demands up at him. Honestly, you didn't know exactly what you were expecting. Did you really think that he was just going to pick up his violin and start playing whatever tune he knew just because you asked him to? You didn't even say please!

You had spent a good ten minutes arguing with the boy about how you had been searching for him for years just to make him play at least ten seconds of a song for you. Each time you'd explain your situation to him, he'd immediately give you a dry response of why he kept declining you. He didn't even say it politely! He stared at you straight in the eyes and told you," I don't want to play for you because you aren't worth it."

You swore if you could jump high enough, you would have bounced onto the balcony and strangled him for his rude behavior. It was truly a sight for sore eyes watching an angry and frustrated high school senior scream up at an innocent looking but totally uninterested boy on the balcony. The argument was always almost completely one-sided as well, which made it slightly embarrassing to watch from the sidelines.

You had forced your friend to promise you that she'd either forget the whole incident or pretend like it never happened. Either one was good with you since your friend was known to tell everyone's stories when you weren't paying attention. She had gone this far without saying anything so the urge to talk about it must have been truly bubbling up inside of her. It's been a few months since the incident occurred and the memory is still fresh in your minds.

"God, I'm never gonna live down that stupid incident am I?" you grumbled, practically stomping towards your end destination. "Just when I thought maybe I was finally growing past it, she has to go and bring it back up again. Doesn't she know I'm still healing from that embarrassment? It took a toll on pride and this is how she helps mend the wound? By opening up again?"

You stopped in place when a melody began to waver in the air, following along the cold breeze of the university's air condition. The music notes hopped from breeze to breeze as it traveled through your ears to the next. The sound continuously grabbed your attention as each note was struck no matter how many times you turned to keep walking. It was hitting you like a rock to the head as your brain immediately identified the music maker to a violin.

You slowly turned around to see a few students peering through a crack in some double doors, staring intently on what was on the other side. "They're at it again," one of the older students spoke, holding the door open for his friends to look through. "They're much earlier this time than usual, we'll only catch a little bit of the performance. Do you think something important is happening?"

"You think they're competing for first chair again?" One of the younger students asked, glancing up towards the boy who had spoken beforehand. He shrugged in response to their question, but he seemed to agree for the most part. "Whatever it is, I bet Hong is about to take the first chair again. He's always the first chair. No one can beat that boy when it comes to the violin."

"Kang is always right behind him though, don't forget that," another voice reminded, trying to get a better view of the inside. "Both of them are musical prodigies, and the conductor has always been fond of Kang's playing style. I think he'll get first chair this time."

You couldn't help but let curiosity take over, standing just a few feet away from the group of friends and trying to peer through the small windows of the door. It was rather dark near the entrance to the room, but farther back was lit up by lights that illuminated the wood floor stage where two performers stood. The doors seemed to have led towards an auditorium from the looks of it. You couldn't exactly see their faces from how far away you were, but you could make out a little bit of what was actually going on.

A boy stood in the middle of the stage, the music coming directly from him as he strummed the violin with his bow, grace and elegance oozing off of him. He seemed rather focused on playing his violin precisely, not missing a single note in the song as he allowed the rich and melodic song to ring through their ears. The opened door seemed to amplify his sound even more, ringing within your brain as if it was trying to engraved its sound into her ears. Hearing a violinist play in person was truly much different from hearing it through speakers.

In a chair behind the violinist sat another figure, holding what seemed to be a violin as well in his hands. You assumed that it was the competition who had played their song earlier before you had arrived on campus. His shoulders seemed to tense as the violinist held his final note, a plaintive sound echoing through the auditorium as he held his form to leave an everlasting effect on his listeners.

The students in front of you held their breath as he finished, staring intently at where you assumed the conductor was sitting for his reaction. There was a moment of silence after the note finally fizzled into nothingness, no longer bouncing off of the walls after finding a home in the audience's ears.

"It's Park," the younger student spoke, standing up from where they originally crouched down. "Park is the first chair once again. Honestly, was I expecting a change? No, not really. He's just that talented."

"I was really rooting for Kang this time," the other student spoke, huffing as they crossed their arms in disappointment. "I wonder what he did to not get picked again this time. Usually, Kang performs wonderfully but we weren't early enough to catch his turn."

"Whatever it is," the older student added, shutting the door to the auditorium and shrugging his shoulders. "I'm sure Kang will get over it. I mean that's always next time! But I guess I say that every time this happens..."

When the trio had disappeared from sight, you couldn't help but open the door to the auditorium and peek inside. You had been walking past this exact area how many times and you didn't even notice an event like this happening? Your either extremely stupid or completely oblivious, there's no in between.

You pulled on the heavy auditorium doors, peering in the room to take a look for yourself. The room was chilly, much colder than the breezes nature had been giving you so far. It was like you had stepped straight into the freezer, feeling the need to rub your arms for warm to make sure you didn't suddenly die from the cold. "How long has this place been here? I could have sworn this was an administration office or a classroom... literally anything but an auditorium..." you mumbled to mumbled, your eyes drifting towards the stage.

Only one violinist was at the stage, his instrument dangling in his hands as he sat in silence. The other violinist and conductor were nowhere to be seen, abandoning him to be alone with his thoughts. He must have been the one who wasn't picked by their conductor for first chair, reveling in his defeat by his peer. "Is it that serious?" you mumbled, going to close the door before you zoomed to your class, only just a few minutes late.

Though you saw the violinist rise from his seat in the corner of your eye, approaching the edge of the stage to leave the room. Of course, being the generally nice person you were, you pushed the door back open, holding it open for the violinist to pass through. "Hey, are you about to— Woah! Woah, woah, woah, don't do that!" You yelled at him.

The violinist had raised his instrument high above the ground, a bored and uninterested look in his eyes as he debated on whether he was going to let the violin drop from the height it was at and scar it. It definitely wasn't going to shatter and break, but an ugly dent would be achieved through the notion. Your yelling seemed to stop him in his tracks, preventing him from possibly making the worst decision in his life.

"Don't violins cost a lot of money?" You nagged, forgetting about the door you were holding open and marching towards him. "I know you might be frustrated over whatever just happened but is it really worth breaking your instrument? You should be satisfied with the fact that you even got the chance to be chosen as an option for, what was it, first chair? Whatever it is, I think breaking your violin might be a really bad..." you trailed off as you got closer, slowing down your pace as you got closer to the stage

The violinist stared at you through his long blonde bangs, his eyes gleaming in the dingy and dim stage lights. Despite the horrible lighting it seemed to illuminate him as if he was some sort of statue on display, every curve and sharp corner of his face being highlighted just perfectly. His impassive expression refused to let you in on any sort of emotion or thought in his head, locking you out with every chain known to man. His eyes glanced over you, reading you like an open book before he finally spoke. "Why... do you care?"

Your eyes dropped from his face to his violin, taking note of the bored expression and the red tinged violin in his hands. It seemed like it had been used frequently, it's the color worn from age and usage with scratches scattered throughout the instrument's body. "Oh...," you trailed, dropping your hands to your side in defeat.

How long had he been here? Hiding right under your nose in what seemed to be plain sight. How long were you going to go without realizing the violinist from your freshman year was attending the same university as you? "It's you again."

The boy titled his head curiously, a moment of silence expanding over them like a blanket. You felt like you were going to twitch and squirm under his gaze, the eerie silence of the auditorium and his almost blank stare making the atmosphere uncomfortable for you. All you could think about was the one sided argument you two had; how you had embarrassed yourself in front of your whole neighborhood just because you wanted him to play a song for you. The amount of humiliation that was crashing over you like angry waves could have washed you right of the auditorium if it wanted to.

The violinist crouched down on the stage to look down on you, resting his head on his hands as he began to speak. “Do I... know you?”

“Do you know me?” You repeated, disbelief prevalent in your tone of voice. “Did you really just ask that? Of course you know me! Remember from this summer? Just a few months back?”

The boy nodded his head as you spoke, absorbing all the information you were telling him and letting it process in his brain. He closed his eyes as he began to form his final thoughts, leaning back on his heels before opening them again and staring at you. “Ah... I remember now. You were Wooyoung’s fling for a couple weeks... right?”

“What?” You exclaimed, a rosy pink tint spreading across your face as you spoke. You’ve never even spoken to the guitarist boy when he lived near you, nevertheless have a fling with him. The mere thought of doing something so... dangerous like that made your skin crawl. “No... I don’t... listen, are you serious? You don’t remember who am I at all? Not a thing about me seems to trigger some sort of memory in you?”

“Not to be rude,” he responded, lifting himself out of his crouched position and beginning to walk across the stage to the stairs positioned at the side. “But you don’t look like the most memorable type. I mean if I don’t remember you are, would anyone else be able to?”

His blunt honestly was like a knife to the chest, only he was repeatedly sinking the weapon into your already open wound. Had he always been this straightforward with people? Of course he was, that’s why you never got him to play a song for you. You didn’t even know whether or not you liked the fact that he didn’t recognize who you were because he had formatted his words. You’d much rather be remembered for something embarrassing you did than be forgettable as a whole.

Though by the time you had clocked back into reality, a snarky and rude comment ready to hit the bullseye on the back of his head, he was gone. There was no sign of violinist boy anywhere in the room, as if he has quiet literally disappeared into thin air. “I should have just let him smash his violin to pieces,” you rumbled, now not only late to class but also filled with bitter rage that wasn’t even reciprocated.