#ik it was played for laughs but it really punches me in the stomach

[sangrefae]

thinking about how in senshi's journal he mentioned that laios collapsed from exhaustion after falin woke up and it was confirmed she was alright. I am always ill about the touden siblings and their relationship but this fact keeps me up at night

[celestialrry]

call me baby

psa: this might have a part 2 if anyone wants it, ik its a shitty ending lol but I wouldn’t know what to write after this. also I have another angst piece in the works but its literally taking so long to write 😖

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summary: Being hopelessly in love with your friend isn’t ideal, especially when Harry doesn’t even seem to see you as more than a therapist. 

warnings: angst, pining, cursing

You looked over at your phone, now vibrating against your bedside table, lit up with his contact photo, a picture of him sticking his tongue out. “Hi.” You picked it up, wrapping your free arm around your torso, sitting up a bit straighter out of instinct even though he couldn't see you.

“Hey, love. Can I get some advice?” He asked through the phone, his voice a bit gravely and deep as always. You silently sighed, biting your lip in hesitation. Everytime you’d get a call from him, he would either rant about his current partner, get advice about them, or just want you to be there when he needed someone to talk to.

Of course you would always be there for him, regardless of time, space, and anyone he gave his heart to. He was Harry Styles for god's sake, your friend since forever, the man who treated everyone like they were the best thing in his life, most of the time at least. He lit up any room he was in and when you’d see him it would always be fulfilling, even if the two of you sat in silence in a room of just four walls.

“Of course, what’s up?” You asked after a brief moment of silence. It was currently 4 in the morning in your single room flat in London and you didn’t think Harry knew that, but you weren't going to tell him.

“It’s just, Ana’s has been so clingy lately and we’ve only been together officially for 3 weeks. It’s making me want to end things.” Harry admitted into the phone. You almost rolled your eyes at his words. Not once has he called you to ask about you in months, but that's just how things were. You weren’t sure why you expected anything else.

“If you aren’t happy with her, end it,” You spoke up after a while, unsure if you were giving him the advice because you were desperate to be with him or it was genuinely what he should do.   “There’s no point in being with her if you’re considering ending it over her being clingy.”

You heard him sigh into the phone before speaking up. “Yeah, we’ll see, thanks,” He said your name. You smiled a bit at that. It was crazy how he could make you feel so special by just the tone of his voice, absurd, really,

“ ‘Course. So-” Before you could say anything else you heard the beep of the phone being hung up. You took a deep breath, trying to think of how Harry and you were before everything changed.

2 years ago

“I can’t believe you’re officially moving to L.A.” You said as you stood in his bedroom doorway, watching him pack up his last few clothes.

“Me neither.” He simply said.

Before you could stop it, you felt a salty tear roll down you cheek. As you wiped it away, he turned around, his face dropping all previous joy, concern flooding his features.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He used the nickname he gave you 11 years ago when we were 10. It was crazy how the two of you had known each other so long, and now you were both 21, and he would be living in the city of angels.

“Just gonna miss seeing you as often as I usually do is all.” You laughed, the tears flowing more freely now. One Direction had just gone on hiatus and after spending some time at home, Harry decided to switch it up a bit. You didn’t understand why he couldn’t just switch it up by not wearing skinny jeans everyday, but it seemed he wanted something bigger than that.

He pouted and walked over to you, giving me a hug before mumbling in your ear, “I’ll call you everyday. Promise.”

Promises were made to be broken, it seemed. He only calls you when he needs a hand, and only answers if he’s alone. You wish you found it more frustrating than painful, maybe that way it would be easier to move on, but you have yet to do so. You’ve asked yourself why you were still silently pining over him, with no answer in sight.

The last time you saw Harry in person was almost a year ago, when he came back to visit his family. Up until that trip he called you everyday, or close too, wanting to know about you day or he just “wanted to hear your voice”. Then when we were together it was like no time had passed while he was away.

1 year ago

“Oh shut up.” You scoffed, lightly punching his bicep.

He just laughed in return, rubbing his arm acting like you had actually hurt him.

“I feel like you just got back and now you’re leaving again,” you said after a bit, knowing he was leaving the next morning. “Plus,” you added, gently playing with his hair. “I’m gonna miss your hair, it’s so fun to braid.”

He looked over at you as your hand fell to rest on his shoulder, running your fingers through his curls. “I know, but I’ll come back soon. I’ll try not to cut my hair for you, don’t worry.” He smiled at you, leaning over and pulling you into a hug.

You just returned his grin and hug, and stuck your fingers through the ringlets, having way too much fun with his hair. You noticed he was looking at you the entire time you were messing with his hair, but you convinced yourself it was because he had nowhere else to look.

Eventually, you were so close to him you could see freckles you never had before. Your breath hitched, not knowing if you should backup or not, your hand still resting on his shoulder in his curls. Then all of a sudden he was far away again, and it was like nothing had ever happened.

Your heart ached with the love you had for Harry, and it seemed nothing could cure it except him and when you woke up the next morning and instinctively checked your phone, you frowned as you noticed no notifications from the one person you truly wanted to hear from.

You weren’t sure when your hurt extended from the pain of practically losing a friend to the pain of not being able to be with someone you love. You weren’t sure when you started seeing his lips as kissable and not something to put lipstick on for fun. You weren’t sure when you started looking at his hands as something to hold and not as a blocker for your playful punches.

You weren’t sure when you started stealing glances more than you usually did or avoiding eye contact because it made you nervous. You weren’t sure when your stomach was no longer empty and then filled with butterflies. You weren’t sure when he stopped calling just to talk, or when he stopped picking up. All you were sure of was that you were hopelessly in love with someone who could never feel the same.

                                                            ✧˖*°࿐

He called a few more times about the same girl, Ana. You had spoken to your friend about it, and you were slowly getting over him. Each time you were getting cut off and hung up on, and it took a really long time for you to know you deserved better. He hadn’t called you since he attempted once and you didn’t answer. It went on for a few months, he would call you almost everyday, alongside texts like “Hello?”, “Pick up, please?”, and the text that came last before you blocked him, “Are you okay?”. He didn’t deserve to know, and sure maybe you shouldn’t have just cut off all contact, but there was no other way to get over him.

A month after you blocked him, and you were no longer sulking when you checked your phone and no longer crying to sleep. You were becoming happy thanks to your self control, and finally learning that just because Harry didn’t love you, didn;t mean you shouldn’t love yourself.

You were sitting on your couch when there was a knock at your door. You looked up from the book in your lapa and stood up, scurrying to the door, not wanting the person at the other side to be waiting.

You swung it open, met with the last face you expected to see. He looked concerned almost, and almost immediately you were wrapping in his arms, after over a year he was holding you once more. Except this time you didn’t want it. You pushed him off of you and stepped back. “What are you doing here Harry?” You asked, a scowl on your face.

“I-y’wouldn’t answer me and then nothing went through, god, I was so worried, love-”

“No,” You shook your head. “Don’t call me that, you can’t just come here after being an asshole to me for over a year. You are not allowed to be worried about me, not when you haven’t bothered to ask how I am after all this time.”

His mouth dropped open in shock, you were always so calm, you never had yelled at him before. “I’m sorry-”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it.” You pursed your lips.

“Just let me explain,” He said, hesitating like he was trying to find an answer to this, but you knew whatever he told you, nothing would change. “I-when we saw each other last, we almost kissed, or at least I almost kissed you, I love you, I was so scared that y’wouldn’t feel the same, and I guess I got caught up in trying to make you jealous. Please, m’so sorry.”

He took a step towards you and you took two steps back. There was no way he felt the same as you did- you had. And even if he did, you always knew he was shit at handling feelings, but there was no excuse.

“No, you can’t do that, say that. I don’t care if you mean it or not,” You began, tearing up. “That-thats’s so fucking terrible to do to someone, especially if you love them. I’m tired Harry, I’m done with you, I’ve been done with you for months.”

“What?” He asked, like he couldn’t believe you.

“Please leave.”

Your heart broke at your own words, but you couldn’t forgive him. Not now, and maybe not ever.

“Please I-”

“I said leave, Harry.”

You could see his watery eyes as he opened his mouth to protest once more, but then closed it. There was nothing he could say. Not anymore. He was always leaving, but this time, for the first time, you wanted him to.

[thanx-idonttry]

Mineta Being Disrespectful to (Y/N) HC Bakugou/Shinsou/Kirishima/Mirio

Katsuki Bakugou:

Bakugou is a very protective Of you

He loves everything about you like your skin regimen, your hair regimen, and everything you do to take care of yourself.

His secret guilty pleasure is doing facial routines with you and washing your hair. Don’t tell the other students shhh!

He also loves your taste in music, your taste in fashion, he also loves when you dance when you “think” you’re alone.

He also truly loves when you stand your ground against him and his crappy attitude. You shut everything down telling him that you are not the one to be a messed with, and tell him to check his attitude.

You are his queen, and a King should always protect his Queen.

So he basically walks with you everywhere, you only get your alone time when he’s off training.

When he walks with you, he holds your hand and he’s always close to you so other males realize that you are with him. He gives them glares, warning them and basically telling them “Don’t even try it.”

It seems like a Certain purple hair short monster didn’t get the picture.

When Mineta Approached you two in the hallway with a cocky smirk, you and Bakugou realize that you were about to hear some very offensive shit.

“Hey you Beautiful Curvy, Black, ThunderBolt! You know what they say: the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice. Can I get the chance to test that theory?”

Your Face was in pure disgust.

(You know like in Anime their eyes are shadowed over and your lips were a straight line as the background is like a dark blue lol)

Like everything he said to you was so disrespectful that you couldn’t even think of a comeback.

Bakugou grabbed Mineta by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up to the level of his raging eyes.

“Why you 3ft little ingrate! Apologize!!!! Do it now or I will regret the day you were born!” Bakugou threatened.

Mineta, who was shaking in fear, begged for his life and pleaded to the blonde to not unleash his explosive wrath on him.

“Mineta.” You started. “If you ever step to me with that weak ass game or any other game you like to play, I will step on you neck as I pull out your purple orbs until you’re bleeding and probably won’t stop after. Do you hear me you sorry excuse for a hero?!”

Bakugou stared with wide, proud eyes at you. He never seen you like this, and he have to say that he loved it. The whimper that Mineta gave snapped the Blonde back to reality.

Bakugou slammed Mineta against the lockers, giving him the same glare that he gave earlier. “I still didn’t hear an apology.”

Mineta apologized repeatedly, but Bakugou’s grip only got tighter around the grape student. Upset that Mineta KNOWS you to are the rice and still tried to shoot his shot.

“Listen here you little failure of a human, you know (Y/N) are together and you still came up to her flirting. I can’t stand a lot of things you do but what I really hate is the fact that you had thee AUDACITY To do try. If you try this again, Class A will have 1 less student. Got it?!”

Mineta fearfully nodded before Bakugou rolled his ass down the hall like he was a bowling ball. Adding a tiny explosion for extra push.

“I’m so sorry Teddybear..” Bakugou sighed to you. “Don’t apologize Babe, you did nothing but protected me. Thank you for making that runt apologize to me.” You said.

“No problem, but that can we talk about that sexy, angry, dark side of you? I never seen that side of you and I wanna know have I been rubbing off on you?” Bakugou smirked.

You chuckled as you rolled your eyes, you lightly pushed him off you and started heading to lunch.

Hitoshi Shinsou:

Shinsou has always been the laid back type, pretty chill and tamed. Like it’s kinda hard to piss him off.

But if you do want to piss him off, there are a few ways to do so.

Call him a villain because of his quirk. He hates when people misunderstand him and don’t want to try to understand, he will be highly pissed off.

And mess his beautiful (Y/N) A.K.A his Kitty Kat. He treasures the hell out of you, you’re his sunlight to his gloomy days. His sulking lessened when he met you.

He loves laying on your chest as you play in his hair. He loves to hear your heartbeat, he loves how soft and warm you feel. You’re like a dream to him, and hearing your heartbeat makes him realize you’re real.

His favorite pastime with you is letting you braid his hair as you two chat. He feel so lucky to have you.

So imagine how he felt when he was walking to meet you at your locker, and saw you and Mina there, looking creeped out by the short purple pervert.

“How you doing today you nesquik milky chocolate queen?” He said with such a cocky smile. Did he really think that was appropriate?

You and Mina scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Mineta, you better run.” Mina said as she saw your Boyfriend standing there.

Shinsou stood there with a death glare, fist cleaning hard, he was trying so hard not commit murder. How dare he say those to you, his Kitty Kay?! Oh he’s gonna pay.

“Hey Mineta, How’s your day?” Shinsou said in a happy voice.

“Oh it’s going-”

Got him.

“Beat yourself up.” Shinsou command.

While the graped fucker beat himself, and Mina watched and laughed. Shinsou came up to you, putting his arm around your waist, pulling you close. “Are you alright?” Shinsou asked you.

“Yeah, but I think you should stop him before he beat himself into a coma.” You said. “He’ll deserve it.” He said. “Agreed.” Mina said.

“Babe.” You said looking at him, he groaned. “Apologize to (Y/N).” Shinsou demanded Mineta.

“I apologize (Y/N).” Mineta said. “Punch yourself one more time.” Shinsou ordered with a smirk on his face. When the bell rang, Shinsou released his quirk.

Mineta was groaning in pain, Shinsou bent down to his eye level, and looked him dead in his swollen eyes.

His glare was scary, and cold. “Don’t you ever approach my girlfriend like that ever again if you want to continue breathing. Got that Grape Shrimp?” He muffed him then walked back towards you.

“I see I’m going to have to escort you to classes with this grape menace running around.” Shinsou said

“Shinsou that was funny! Can I get you to do that to some people for me?” Mina asked as she walked away with you two

Eijirou Kirishima:

Just like Shinsou, He’s kinda hard to piss off. I mean just look at him! He’s always smiling. (Oh smiley Magee head ass! Ik I love Kiri.)

You and Kirishima was close, meaning you two had feelings that either one of you were afraid to admit. So y’all hang out a lot because y’all like being around each other.

He loves when he listens to your music. You always have the greatest songs from Beyoncé to Chance the Rapper.

Whenever you pass him in the halls or around the dorms, he’ll pause his conversation or whatever he’s doing to come talk to you

And you, always loved talking to him. You loved his fangs whenever he smiled. You two would shyly flirt and talk to each other, you can basically hear Bakugou’s eye rolls.

“JUST FUCKING ASK HER, YA’ PUSSY!” Bakugou yelled from behind. He was tired of Kirishima talking about asking you out but never had the guts to do so.

“Ignore him, so I was wondering-”

Then Mineta came up to ruin this beautiful conversation, like he literally came out of no where.

“Excuse me Kirishima but I have something to say to (Y/N). How you doing, you Hershey Kiss beauty?”

Oh no he didn’t.

“Boy you better come correct when it comes to me!” You held your hand up, about to slap him when Kirishima stopped you.

“Mineta, I’ve put up with your constant creepy hook up line but I refuse for you to hit on (Y/N) like that. It’s not manly at all! Now apologize to (Y/N)!”

“Or what? You’re going to hit me? That’s not like you. That wouldn’t be manly now would it?” Mineta mocked.

That hit a nerve for Kirishima, he took in a deep breath, looked at Bakugou, and signaled him to come over.

“Apologize or Else.” Kirishima said. Mineta, who is unaware of Bakugou being behind him, folded his arms and refused. “Or else what?”

“Or else I’m gonna stomp you into the ground and create grape jelly out of you. You fucking short creepy fuck.” Bakugou said as tiny explosions popped from his hands.

Mineta stood frozen, looking between the three of you guys terrified. “Well, She’s waiting.” Kirishima said.

“That’s not fair! She’s not even your girlfriend!” Mineta whined.

“She is now, and she still hasn’t got her apology!” Kirishima said pulling you close. Butterflies are just flapping in your stomach as he held you in such a protective and claiming way.

“B-But.” Mineta tried.

“Bakugou…” Kirishima said, ready to send his feral friend onto the Grape Trash.

“Fine! Fine! I’m so sorry (Y/N)! I will never do it again! Please don’t send Bakugou on me!” Mineta begged.

“(Y/N) do you accept?” Kirishima asked. Kirishima will sick Bakugou on him If you didn’t.

“I do, but I still want Bakugou to beat him up.” You said. Bakugou smiled wickedly as he started his attack on Mineta.

You and Kirishima started walking away, and you looked at the red head with a cheeky smirk. “So, where we going on our first date since we’re a couple now.”

Kirishima blushed hard, tripping on words, he rubbed the back of his neck. You thought it was so cute. You grabbed his hand, “Don’t worry, I’ll pick the date.”

“No, I’m the guy. So I should show you an amazing time. I think I already know a place.” Kirishima said grabbing your other hand.

Mirio Togata:

The most powerful student in the school.

And he is your boyfriend. And the Best and sweetest boyfriend you could ask for!

Just like Kiri, he’s Smiley Magee! But because he’s so positive, I don’t see him getting angry…

More like Stern seriousness, and when he’s like that, you better take him seriously.

You and him have this game y’all play. Where he pops in randomly, through a wall, ceiling, floor, door to drop some words you probably need to hear.

He isn’t a stalker with it, it doesn’t bother. You think it’s fun, trying to predict where’s he’s going to come from.

He loves popping in on your down time when you just relaxing and being natural. Popping in when you’re watching a movie or tutorials. Helping you learn, while learning himself.

He is a master at putting on False eyelashes and he loves brushing your hair as you talk about your day.

He never invade your space and you get particularly bored when he’s not around. Be looking around, hoping he pops up.

Anyways, back to main thing. You think as a 3rd, certain first years wouldn’t have the balls to talk to you. But One Small Menace thought otherwise.

Here we have Minoru Mineta, trying to shoot his shot with you, not realizing it never even made it in the basket. Especially with the disrespectful pick up line he opened with.

You and your girls were stretching in the yard and when Mineta and Dennis came up to you girls. “ How you are doing! My black thunder beauty?”

You face went complete stale, even his friend knew that wasn’t a way you talk to you or any female period. And he thought he was cute with the nickname because your quirk is Sonic Thunder.

Next thing you know, you see a strong hand come from the ground and grabbed Mineta by the leg. You smiled, you knew that hand! Then instantly, Mirio pops up from the ground like a fucking daisy!

“Is this seriously how you talk to women? Also, you do know (Y/N) is my Girlfriend right?” Mirio asked as he held Mineta by the leg. Mineta started babbling and begging to be put down.

“I don’t like what you said to her, and I suggest you apologize before it really becomes a problem.” Mirio threatened. Then out a small bit of smite, he shook the little shrimp a couple of times.

“I-I-I’m sorry (Y/N)! I never meant to offend you! And please tell him to put me down!” Mineta begged you. You and Mirio had playful smirks on your faces. You two tortured him for a couple more minutes by shaking him, making him dizzy.

“Alright Miri, let the little shrimp go. I think he learned his lesson.” You smirked. As Mirio dropped him, Mineta was a bit Dizzy.

You thwacked him on the head, for your payback. It knocked him down, but not out. So he could still listen.

“You should never approach someone like that ever again, that is somebody’s daughter, somebody’s sister! Treat them like they are humans.” Mirio told him.

You and your friends got up and surrounded Mirio, thanking him. Then you wrapped your arms around him, planting a kiss on his lips, making him blush bashfully.

“You girls wanna hit up a restaurant? I’m pretty sure you want to forget this just happened.” Mirio asked once he cleared his throat, he had to regain strength because you make him so weak.

“Now you know I love me some food!” You beamed to him, he grabbed your hand, smiling back at you as you start telling him how much you missed him.

[ikenbar]

Mr. Love: Ike’s Choice CH4 PT7

Guess what people! We are finally getting to some Victor fluff!! After waiting for so long! We finally have that break from the-... what was that?.... we still have some angst?... Aw phooey. Guess we aren't completely out of the lion's den after all-

Warnings: angst, some feminist jokes (not to be taken seriously even though the topic should be), a lingering sense of insecurity, a panic attack, a curse word (enough to make your mother wince but not enough for a slap), and a nice and clean wrap up to a part that will leave you satisfied!... just kidding WE GOT A CLIFFHANGER BOYS!! >:D

(Chapter Four (Victor and Gavin) Prologue, and part one, two, three, four, five, and six can be found here!)

Please read the author’s note (and the beginning of the story) on chapter one part one if you’re new here :D

And an additional note in a previous part of chapter four part three here! (I promise these notes are important)

Chapter four:

Part seven:

Minor smiled down brightly at me. “That was a close one! Aye, Boss?”

“Minor.” I sighed in relief and rested my head on his chest.

“I thought finding you would be tough!” Minor said, patting my head gently, “Turns out you were right where I needed you!”

“Yeah.” I breathed, pushing off of Minor and squatting his hand away, “Thanks. I owe you one.”

“No need!” Minor puffed out his chest proudly, “I felt like your own personal bodyguard!” I rolled my eyes and punched him playfully in the gut. Minor keld over and laughed. 

“I’ll buy you lunch.” I insisted, reaching for the elevator buttons. Minor stopped me.

“No, really. We’re good!” Minor beamed, “Consider it payback for you saving my life in the fire!”

I sighed, “I was just doing my job as a boss.”

"You lifted a vending machine off of me!! That can't have been an easy feat!"

I cleared my throat, "Yeah, well just do your job and we'll… be…" My words slowed as I watched Minor press the button for my office floor, “What are you doing?”

“Taking you to your office!” Minor said simply, looking up as the floor numbers as the elevator shook to life, “Victor sent me to get you.” My heart jumped into my throat.

“Wh-what? Why?” I asked defensively, suddenly feeling nervous.

“You’ll see.” Minor chimed. I grimaced. Suddenly, the emptiness in my stomach wasn’t the only thing making me feel uneasy.

>>

We finally reached the door to Victor’s office. Minor opened it for me. I nodded to him thankfully and hesitantly walked in. The smell of hot greasy food rushed my face. Curiously, I looked around the room where, to my surprise, I was greeted with the sight of more than one familiar face. 

In the small waiting area across from Victor’s desk sat Maria, Ashton, Sam, Chris, and Adri. Ashton and Adri sat playing on their phones, while Chris looked at one of the magazines that was once placed stylishly on the table. Sam was in a conversation with Maria, smiling happily and talking merrily. Maria on the other hand held a false smile, looking more nervous then relaxed.

On a blanket just beside the couch was a happy looking Lola as she played with the toys that surrounded her. Her father sat next to her, holding up one of her dolls and tilting it back and forth in front of her. Though he was playing with her, it was obvious that his mind was elsewhere. Next to the couch, also lost in thought, stood Victor. His eyebrows furrowed and his arms folded tightly suggested that if he was extremely worried about something. Once our eyes met, that worry disappeared completely.

“Ike!” Sam shouted, jumping over the back of the couch to greet me, much to Maria’s distaste, “I thought those reporters had eaten you alive!”

“They sure tried.” I grumbled, accepting Sam's upcoming hug with open arms, “What are you guys doing here?”

“We came to surprise you on your first day back to work with some lunch!” Chris grinned from the couch, holding up two large, greasy brown bags of food, "We could barely get through the reporters on the way up! Mr. Li was kind enough to let us stay here while he got your assistant to get you."

“Ike, are you alright?” Victor spoke impatiently as he moved from the couch and to me, “They didn’t hurt you did they?”

“No. I’m fine.” I said quickly, stepping backward in an effort to distance myself from Victor, “Other than the lingering blindspots in front of my eyes, I’m-”

Victor, finally being within arms length, pulled Sam from me, took my left arm gently, and used it to pull me towards him. He inspected my shoulder closely. “How’s your arm?” He asked with urgency.

“It’s alright.” I insisted, pulling Victor’s hands away from me, “They didn’t even touch me. I’m-”

“I tried calling but I couldn’t reach you!” Maria's words tumbled over each other as she quickly spoke, “Why didn’t you answer?! I was worried they had you cornered or worse!”

“I lost my phone to the fire.” I said, cutting Maria off from spiraling, “I was going to buy a new one this weekend but… I got sidetracked…” I zoned out, thinking about all of the time I wasted in front of that empty whiteboard...

“Hey!” Sam took my hand in his, bringing my attention down to him, “After school maybe mom can take us to buy you a new one!”

“You don’t worry about that.” I squeezed Sam’s hand slightly, “I’ll find time to do it on my own.”

“But you need a phone!” Sam’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, “What if something happens to you and you need me to come save you!”

“As much as I appreciate that, kiddo, you know more than anyone how well I can handle myself.”

“I know but you can always use extra help!” Sam’s smile brightened, “We just want you to be safe, Evie!” 

A sharp pain rushed through my chest. The feeling was so sudden that I didn’t have time to try and hide my emotions. Sam’s smile instantly dropped. “What is it?!” Sam gasped, “You are hurt, aren’t you!? You look pale. Come on! Let’s get you to the couch! You need to lay down!” Sam pulled at my hand.

“No- I’m… really ok.”  I pulled my hand away from Sam and readjusted my expression, “I’m just… hungry. I couldn’t get past the front doors so I haven’t eaten yet.”

“Great! Then let’s dig in!” Sam grabbed my arm once again and pulled it with more vigor this time, “We have loads of food we can stuff you with!!” I sighed and caved to Sam’s pull as he led me to the couch. I took a seat at the end between Maria on the couch and Bart, who was still playing with Lola on the floor. I took that as an opportunity to pat Lola on the head and give Bart a once-over. He was still staring off into space, waving Lola’s doll back and forth mindlessly. Half of me wanted to help him come back to reality. The other half was afraid that I might get my hand bitten off if I tried.

“We’ll give you the room.” Victor ushered Minor to the door, “Come on. Let’s let them-”

“Wait!” Sam quickly rushed to the door and stood in front of it, blocking it just before Victor could reach the handle, “Those reporters are still down there! Aren’t you a very important figure?! I’m sure they would love to drill you about your company and how you make your money! Also, they saw Mr. Minor save Ike so it’s no doubt they know that he is connected to her!”

“... The kid’s got a point.” Minor said, looking up at Victor.

“Stay and eat with us!” Sam continued, clapping his hands together, “We have plenty of food! Think of it as a thank you for helping our family in these dire times!”

“There is no need to thank me.” Victor said, folding his arms, “I’m just doing what I think is right.” I rolled my eyes. Yeah. Right for your investment.

“Then think of it as a way to bond with your coworkers!” Sam grinned at the men cheekily, “You could always use more of that!” Before either of them could refute, Sam grabbed them by the arms and dragged them to the couches. Victor looked disgruntled as Sam spun him around to face us. A smirk blossomed onto my lips. Victor immediately snapped his eyes to meet mine. I tried to drop the smile but it was too late. He had already caught me.

“And just what are you smiling about?” He asked, pulling away from Sam to stand in front of me. I cleared my throat.

“It’s just funny how easy it was for a fourteen year old boy to get you to bend to his cause.” I said, straightening my posture and turning to face Victor straight on, “It takes me two reports and a presentation just to get you to move a deadline.”

 Victor arched his eyebrows, “Deadlines and lunch are two completely different topics of importance. Or, are you suggesting Sam should write a paper asking me to eat with you?”

“Honestly I’d like to see it.”

“Is that so?” Victor said, tone raising slightly, “Maybe I should have a particular employee do it instead.” 

“I don’t know. Don’t you think that would be kinda harsh on poor Goldman?” I asked, arching my eyebrow. Victor raised an eyebrow as well, but the suppressed smile pushing through his lips made his efforts to look intimidating vanish. 

He raised a hand to his face, instinctively blocking his mouth. I opened my mouth to say more but I froze. The sleeves of his shirt were pulled down just enough for me to see his wrist. A dark purple bruise stretched around it, tracing the pattern of a hand. My heart fell into my shoes. A memory of my fast reflexes and uncontrolled emotions from the last time I had seem him flashed behind my eyes.

Victor, noticing my change in attitude, followed my eyes to his wrist. He furrowed his eyebrows and quickly dropped his hands in his pockets. I opened my mouth to speak but Victor held up his nonbruised hand, silencing me. “Don’t worry about it.” Victor said quickly, “It doesn’t hurt.” I moved to say more but Victor walked away from me, cutting me off from saying anything more. 

 He prepared to take a seat on the couch but soon found that was going to be impossible. Minor had taken a seat next to Ashton on the second couch,  and Sam was sitting in the only open spot in the couch I was on. Sam instantly moved to offer Victor the seat but Victor stopped him

“I’ll be fine over here.” Victor said as he walked to the end of the coffee table, opened a couple of buttons to his jacket, and promptly sat cross legged on the floor. 

I blinked. 

Victor Li, the young legend of the financial world, was now sitting cross legged on the floor to eat greasy food with me and my family. From the month and a half of crazy that has happened in my life, that moment took the cake.

Chris clapped his hands together. “Great! Adri and I will dish out the food! Right, Dri-Dri?” 

“Why? Because I’m a woman?” Adri asked, without pulling her eyes from her phone screen, “Because it’s my duty to feed working, straight men? Is that it?”

“... Well Ikie is-”

“Ike is a strong independent woman.” Adri was quick to interrupt Chris, keeping her tone steady and her expression cool, “She doesn’t need me to get her food for her.”

Chris paused, watching Adri carefully. “...Ok, Sam?” Chris quickly and positively turned his attitude to Sam, who sprug up and took one of the bags from Chris almost immediately. I watched Adri, curiously. She looked up and caught my eye. She then winked and looked back down at her phone. Oh she’s good. 

Sam started pulling out various side dishes and entrees, letting the smell of fried foods intensify in the small space. My stomach growled impatiently. “Hey, Ikie.” Chris struck up a friendly conversation amongst the bustle, “Why didn’t you come over for dinner on Saturday? We always meet up for family dinner then.” I flashed Victor a quick glance. He was accepting a plate of hot food from Sam, nodding to him gratefully. I sighed and rubbed my face.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” I said, bringing my eyes down and away from any eye contact. “The meds the doctor gave me make me pretty drowsy. I spent most of the weekend sleeping.”

“Really?” Chris laughed slightly, “Ike, have you looked in a mirror lately? You’d have to pay thirty bucks to check those bags!” My heart jumped. I quickly felt under my eye. They did feel puffy, and the cool touch of my finger tip seemed almost heavenly. I sighed and rubbed my eyes. “I stayed up last night working on something important. Nothing too serious though. Don’t worry about it.” A hushed silence washed over the room. 

Something warm touched my lap. I looked up and found that Victor was handing me his plate of food. “Eat.” He demanded pushing the plate further into my lap.

“That’s your plate.” I insisted, pushing the plate back into his hand, “I can wait.” As if in protest, my stomach growled once again, louder then it had that day. Victor pushed the plate back onto my lap.

“Your growling stomach would beg to differ.” He said, arching his eyebrows teasingly. I pouted but, after one more whiff of the intoxicatingly enticing aroma, I stopped arguing. Victor handed me a spork and I immediately began digging in, first going for the piece of fried chicken that had made my mouth water the moment I laid eyes on it. Sam was quick to replace the plate Victor had given to me, receiving another nod of thanks from him in return.

“So, what were you doing over the weekend, Ikie?” Chris pried, handing Adri a plate of food. She passed it quickly to Ashton, who then passed it to Minor, who accepted it gladly.

I paused, using the excuse of chewing my food to find a good lie. “... I was working on my apartment. While I was gone my apartment became infested with roaches. I had to do a lot of maintenance work and I didn’t want to leave it a mess. Nor, did I want people over.”

“Oh geez!” Said Chris who had passed another plate to Adri, who passed it to Ashton, who passed it to Minor, who looked at a loss for what to do next.

“Were you able to get rid of the roaches?” Sam asked, handing a plate to Maria.

“I was.” I hummed, “It took some time though. I nearly tore the whole place apart.”

“Oh, honey!” Maria protested, uselessly pinching my left arm, “You should have told us! We would have helped!” 

“It’s not your problem to deal with.” I waved Maria off as I scooped up some mashed potatoes, “I could handle it on my own.” Victor shifted from in front of me. I glanced up at him. Victor was looking down at his food. He had his fork posed over it but he wasn't moving. His eyes were glazed over and his brows were furrowed. I quickly looked back at my own food, afraid that, if he had caught me staring, he would bring up the real reason I didn’t make it to family dinner.

Soon, everyone had gotten a plate, except for Bart who was still “playing” with Lola and had ignored any food handed to him. A quiet fell over the room as we enjoyed our food. And after a weekend of barely eating anything, I was certain I had been enjoying it the most.

After a solid minute of silence, something cold touched my cheek. I jumped, startled from focusing so hard on eating, and whipped my head around until I was facing a worried looking Maria. She held her hand to my face, brushing her thumb along the contours of my cheek bone.

“Evelyn, you’re thinner.” Maria spoke softly, “Have you been eating alright?”

“Yes, I have.” I lied through a mouth full of food as I pulled Maria’s hand from my face, “I’m still thin from the days I spent in the hospital.”

“Would you like more?!” Sam asked, moving back to the bag of food. 

“No, no. I’ll be ok.” I said waving my hand quickly. Sam sat back down in his chair, dejection lacing his eyes. I turned forward again, catching Victor as he was taking one of the drumsticks off of his plate. Before I could stop him, he quickly reached over and placed it onto mine. “Victor, I-”

“You’d better eat everything on your plate.” Victor cut me off, turning back around casually, “You wouldn’t want to waste your family’s food.” I held my mouth open, unsure with how to handle what was going on. But after one look at the delicious food on my plate, swallowed any retorts I had and picked up the drumstick.

A soft cooing sound came from next to me. I looked down to find that Lola had gotten tired of playing with her absentminded father and had started venturing off of her blanket. She had her eyes set on Victor and she slapped giddily across the floor. I moved to grab her but stopped as Victor picked the little child up instead. I looked up at him.

“Didn’t I tell you to eat?” He asked, eyebrow arched. He propped Lola up on his knee and gestured to my plate. I opened my mouth to protest but froze as Lola giggled happily, pulling Victor’s attention to her instead of me. Victor bounced his knee slightly. Lola screamed enthusiastically. A soft smile pushed onto Victor’s lips. 

My heart stopped.

“I’m sure she’d love some mashed potatoes!” Maria said, smiling widely at the scene. She grabbed a bowl and a spoon and handed it to Victor, “Would you like to give her some?!” Victor hesitated a moment but eventually took the bowl and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. He took the spoon and, with an obviously untrained hand, brought it to Lola’s lips. She obediently opened her mouth and ate the food happily.

“Wow!” Adri smiled, finally looking away from her phone and sitting up to admire what was happening, “Good with kids and an excellent cook?! You know I turn eighteen next October, right?” 

“How did you-” Victor paused then turned to face me. My face instantly burned brightly. I cleared my throat and held my hand up to my mouth as I averted my eyes.

“I may have told her about Souvenir.” I said with a somewhat small voice, “Don’t worry it was just between us… and now with the rest of this room.” Before I could stop myself, I looked up at Victor. He was already looking at me, a smirk raising on his lips. Though his expression was teasing, his eyes were gentle and full of meaning. The uncomfortable burn on my face became something of a memory as our eyes locked.

“Ike?” a deep voice came from beside me. I jumped slightly and looked around. Bart had finally snapped out of whatever trance he was in and was looking at me with surprise. “When did you get here?” My expression fell.

“Two weeks ago.” I deadpanned, arching my eyebrow in disbelief, “You’ve been out for a while. We thought we lost you.” Bart laughed, but something was off about it.

“Alright, alright.” Bart said, standing from his spot on the floor and rubbed my head, “Sorry, Evie, I was lost in thought. What with this whole journalist fiasco.”

“I was wondering about that.” I said, keeping my eye on Bart as he walked to Sam, who already had the plate that he had made for him outstretched. Bart immediately took it and took a bite out of his chicken, “Who all did you tell about our company moving here?”

“No one.” Bart said through a mouthful of meat as he walked back around the couch, “But you know how word gets around.” I hummed and slouched into the couch. 

“What is it?” Victor asked.

“Something that one of the reporters asked.” I tapped my plate in thought, “... Victor, who did you tell about where my office would be?”

“Bart.” Victor answered immediately.

“... Me.” Bart said with less enthusiasm. I looked up at him as he stood next to me, looking nervous.

“Bart,” I asked slowly looking up at him, “Who did you tell?” Beads of sweat blossomed from his forehead.

“...any one who asked?” Bart timidly answered. My blood pooled to my feet as my eyes went wide. “I’m sorry! I didn’t think it was a big deal! It was one of those things like, ‘Oh yes! Danny works at the far right cubical! Arin works in the costume room! Ike works in Victor’s office-Oh man!! The reporters coming here is my fault.” Bart sat back onto the floor and buried his face in his hands. Lola squirmed away from Victor and crawled over to her father, placing a hand comfortingly on his knee. Everything went silent for a moment. The only thing I could hear was my rapidly increasing breath and racing heart as it pounded through my head.

“Ike.” Victor called to me, “Are you ok?” I couldn’t respond. I just stared blankly forward, unable to move or breathe. One thought repeated in my mind.

What if he knew?!

What if he knows about Victor and I sharing an office and tries to kill me again?! What if he tries to kill me when I’m away?! What if Victor dies instead?! What if LFG is the next one to be set a flame?! What if- 

A large, warm hand covered mine, causing me to jump. I focused my eyes and saw Victor looking up at me, earnestly. “It’s alright.” Victor’s deep voice carried gently through the air and into my ears, “We are on the highest floor in one of the tallest buildings in Loveland.”

“You really think that will stop him?!” I gasped through hurried breaths, “Do you really it will stop the man who will do anything to see me dead?! My office was on the second highest floor of our building, Victor! He sent a bomb through it!!”

“I’ll increase security on this floor and at the entrance.” He persisted, squeezing my hand in his, “Both inside and out. Nothing will go unnoticed.”

“And how long will we have to keep that up?!” I snapped, feeling water pool in my eyes, “I can’t keep doing this for the rest of my life! I can’t keep hiding from him when I don’t even know what he wants from me!” I hiccuped, trying everything I could from breaking down completely. I slouched my shoulders and wrapped my fingers around Victor’s hand.

“... After work we’ll go to the police.” Victor’s voice became deeper as he spoke seriously to me, “They’ll be able to take it from there. It will be out of your hands. You won’t have to worry about it anymore.” I rubbed Victor’s fingers slightly, losing myself to my thoughts. Gavin would be furious with me, I’d lose the trust I had built with the chief, and I’d be kicked from the case… but I was coming up with no leads, no evidence, and no reason to keep looking. 

I had nothing.

…

….

…..

No.

I had motive.

Not Montu’s motive but my own. Motive to prove that Ikamara Bikira isn’t someone you could mess with. Motive to show that man never to mess with me or my family. Motive to show him that no matter what this Montu did, I could survive it and fight back.

A familiar heat pushed through my chest. One I had felt only once before with my abusive foster father. One that gave me the motivation to push him away one last time. One I had planned to use to put an end to this whole ordeal. The feeling sent every inch of my body blazing with fury.

Once and for all.

I tightened the grip around Victor’s fingers. “No.” My voice came out in a low growl. Looked up at Victor.

“That bastard is mine.”

(Next)

[willowistic22]

I saw that your requests are open so I was wondering if you might have any ideas as far as jomike and/or newsbians maybe with the group playing truth or dare.

I’m sorry this took so long hehehehe. it’s also fairly longer than my other requests (and i mean it this time) so uhh... oops? I am also trying to work on those other requests ppl don’t worry i didn’t forget them! Anyways, unpopular opinion: brotp jojo and kath pls let that sink in :) mentions of alcohol btw but it’s just them drinking and having fun and that’s abt it (i’ll still put a tw in the tags just in case) 

send in some requests!! Or not i’m not the boss of you lol

It sucks sharing an apartment with two other people and being the only single one out of the bunch. At times his roommates would schedule a date night on the same night, which would leave Jo Jo all alone. It has happened more than once, believe it or not. Well, Jo Jo isn’t exactly salty. He’s fine being single. What he doesn’t like with his situation is the part where he’s left behind in their empty apartment. 

These are one of those nights. But Jo Jo pushes through the lonely feeling and searches for company. It’s a good thing his good friends, Kathrine and Davey lives just a floor below him. They usually have movie nights together and wouldn’t mind with another friend crashing in. 

Jo Jo passes a few doors before he arrives at his destination. He knocks on the door, fully expecting Davey to be answering the door. If it’s movie night, he’s sure Kathrine is wrapped up in a blanket on the couch with no desire of moving a muscle. 

The door was answered, but not with who he initially expected. The other Jacobs sibling, Sarah, who just so happens to be Kathrine’s girlfriend. The optimism nearly fell off of Jo Jo’s face but he quickly picked it up to avoid giving the wrong impression. 

“Sarah! I didn’t know you were here!” Jo Jo tried to cover up his disappointment. 

“Well, Davey’s out so Kath invited me to join her for movie night!” 

They didn’t turn away their lonely friend. Though, third wheeling a couple was not what he was looking for. It just makes him feel more lonely. But the couch is big enough for the three of the to cuddle. The feeling of the fabric against Jo Jo’s skin is a little rough but the orange comfy cushions makes up for its roughness. 

Jo Jo bounces a bit on the couch before settling under the huge pink fluffy blanket with the couple. It’s big enough for Kathrine and Sarah to be cuddling on one side of the couch and let Jo Jo be an outcast on the other. 

He tries to ignore the fact that Kathrine has her head laid on top of Sarah’s chest. The occasional small kisses Sarah gives Kathrine and the butterflies from the pit of their stomachs they express through small giggles. The apartment is dark so the visual can be easily ignored by hyper focusing on the TV screen. Though, Jo Jo can’t shake away the feeling of its presence. 

The movie that Jo Jo can’t recognize, moved on to a passionate kissing scene. As if tormenting him with his two friends beside him is already doing the kissing themselves isn’t enough. He hadn’t realize he sighed out too loud when Kathrine sat up from where she was lying down. 

“Oh, Jo Jo, I’m so sorry! We didn’t mean to left you out of the cuddling!” 

Kathrine proceeds to shift closer to Jo Jo, wrapping her hands around his torso to give him an apology bear hug. Jo Jo didn’t turn it down and hugs her back, hearing Sarah giggling behind. 

They let go and moves a little to the center of the couch. Sarah shifts closer too so they can snuggle up with them and they concentrate back on the movie. The only things is, the movies sucks and is boring the hell out of them. 

“Why’d you even pick this movie in the first place?” Jo Jo asked after the two girls expressed their boredom. 

“I don’t know, I just picked a random movie hoping it isn’t bad” Kathrine confessed. 

“Okay... so now what?” Sarah asked the others. 

So there’s the new problem that emerged from the shadows as Kathrine turn the lights on and Jo Jo stops the movie. No other activity came to mind. Not even picking another movie since the girls already spent nearly an hour watching some lame movie. 

“I know!” Sarah suddenly chirped up after a few moments of silence. Kathrine and Jo Jo looked at her hopefully, “A game of truth or dare perhaps?” 

“I’m not interested in doing any dares right now” Jo Jo replied. 

“Then... let’s make it a game of truth or truth!” Sarah continued on. She shifts a little closer to the two but kept her gaze fixed on Jo Jo with a grin painting her face, “If you could date one of us, who would you date and why?” 

So it appears Jo Jo is up first. Not exactly sure when did they decided it though. He squints his eyes at the girl and tilts his head in confusion. 

“Ignoring the fact that we’re all gay here. Of course you wouldn’t date either of us but if you had to choose, who’d it be?” 

Since there isn’t anything else for them to do, Jo Jo plays along with this game of truth or truth. Half an hour asking others questions, real spicy ones too, they were having a blast in the end. 

Kathrine opens up the beer stash she and Davey keeps, but if they’re being real: Kath is the only one that really needs that stash. Sarah shares a bottle with Kathrine and Jo Jo passes the offer. 

“Tell me, Jo Jo: why are you still single?” it was Sarah’s turn again to ask Jo Jo a question. A fitting one as well, since the reason he came here is to not be lonely while his two roommates are out on their respective dates. 

He rolls his eyes before diverting them back to where the other two girls were, still sitting in the same position they were the whole time, “I just haven’t found the right one yet!” 

“So Mike’s not the ‘right one’ for you?” Kathrine plainly asked, as if it wasn’t suppose to be a secret he was keeping with a few other people. 

His eyes Kathrine down with silent rage. Sarah’s eyes widen and her jaws dropped to the floor. She was laughing breathlessly when she heard her friend having a crush on another friend she hadn’t expected. 

Jo Jo isn’t up to argue with her so he just slouches back in the couch with a pout and a loud sigh. Sarah’s laugh and Kathrine’s cheeky grin at him is infuriating. It’s quite hard to ignore it too since they’re both up on his face. God, he wishes he has the heart to punch the light out of them. 

The bullying only lasted for a minute or so. Sarah stops laughing as soon as she noticed the visible pout on his face. But she couldn’t hold back the grin. 

“Alright, alright, stop it you two!” Jo Jo said, before slouching again with his hands crossed. 

A few seconds of silence to wait for Sarah and Kathrine to come down from their high. Once Sarah caught up with her breath, though the excitement was still verbally there, she speaks up, “So how’s that going on?” 

“What?” Jo Jo gazed at her confused for a second. Not that he didn’t understand what it meant, but rather at the fact that she doesn’t understand the situation, “You think I’m the kind of guy that can make the first move?” 

As much as Jo Jo loves his friend, Sarah is out of her mind to think Jo Jo can make any form of progress. He doesn’t know what Mike’s reaction would be if he does. Hell, he wouldn’t even know where to start!

“I mean, easiest way to do it is by talking to him” Sarah added on, “You never know till you try!” 

“I wish this was truth or dare. I would’ve given you a dare to go talk to Mike right now” Kathrine commented. It’d be a very fitting dare since Mike lives with his twin brother Ike just a few doors down. Though, she’d expect Jo Jo to chicken out and switch to a truth. 

Regardless of the unfortunate circumstances, they keep playing. Sarah, being the only one who isn’t entirely in the know of Jo Jo’s crush, kept asking questions about it in between turns and sometimes she makes it her question to him. Kathrine already knows because Jo Jo often talks about it to her. 

If you ask him, Jo Jo doesn’t even know how he’d gotten his feelings tangled with his friend in the first place. It suddenly happened and it hasn’t left his system ever since. If he could, he’d do something about it. But Mike’s far out of his league, he’s sure of that. Plus he’s probably already busy with someone else. So what’s the point in trying? 

A knock on the door brought their laughter to a sudden stop. It couldn’t be Davey, since he’d already have the keys to enter his own apartment. As Kathrine recall, her roommate didn’t left his keys at home. Even if he did, he’d call Kathrine beforehand. 

The three observes the door quietly, bodies frozen in place and simultaneously thinking of the same thing. They exchange looks to each other before focusing back to the door. 

Jo Jo stands up from the couch and tip toes to the door. His movement are careful as he gets his hand closer to the doorknob. There was more knocks, since it’s left unanswered for quite some time, followed by a familiar voice calling from the other side with a familiar voice that makes his heart drop, “Davey? Kath? It’s Mike!” 

He could not have such bad timing than to come knocking on the door right now. What can be so important that the next morning couldn’t wait?  

Jo Jo twisted his head back to face the girls who are now smiling widely, visibly trying to hold back a laugh. They gestured him to go open door but Jo Jo refuses, frantically shaking his head with a look of horror behind his eyes. 

“Hello? You guys home?” Mike called out again with a few more knocks. 

Jo Jo starts to sweat. His legs glued to the floor, unable to escape his problem. Kathrine rolls his eyes with an annoyed sigh, getting up from her seat to get to the door. Jo Jo isn’t sure what she’s going to do but it was too late to stop her before she realizes she’s opening the door for him and proceeds to hide herself behind it. 

Mike froze for a moment, surprised to see the boy’s face, “Jo Jo? Wh-what’re you doing here?”

Jo Jo couldn’t answer quickly, his brain not being able to pull him away from the sudden act Kathrine just pulled on him, “Uhh... hi” 

A slap can be heard in the background. Jo Jo can feel the disappointment from Sarah’s distant facepalm. He hears a silent sigh from behind the door, Kathrine deciding to step in and save the day with a huge smile on display. 

“Hey, Mike! You need me to return that cooking pot?” 

“Oh, yes! I need it for tomorrow” Mike answered, moving his focus to Kathrine. 

“I’ll go fetch for you but it’s gonna take some time” Jo Jo is slowly realizing what Kath’s up to and he can’t do anything about it, “In the mean time...” 

A big shove from the back made Jo Jo’s feet obey to the movement since his brain isn’t registering to what’s happening yet. Mike, being confused as to what’s happening, didn’t move an inch which resulted into Jo Jo crashing into him. The door shuts behind them and they’re left in the front hallway of the apartment. 

Jo Jo didn’t move at first other than moving his head back to get a better look at what’s happening. His head is inches away from Mike’s, chests’ pressed up together, and limbs getting tangled. Both faces show obvious confusion and a hint of embarrassment at the situation they’ve gotten themselves. 

They stammer at their words, head scrambling all over the place as they try to figure out what’s the next move. Mike takes one step back with an awkward smile, an unnatural thing for him to do since he’s always so fun and relaxed.  

“I... wasn’t expecting to see you in there tonight” Mike tried to ease away the awkward tension. 

“Yeah, I just... I was looking for some company” Jo Jo explained. 

“Being single sucks, huh?” 

“I mean... not necessarily. I’m fine but it can get a little lonely” 

Mike nods along, returning to his easygoing demeanor, “Yeah, I get it. Ike basically leaves me stranded in our apartment when Hotshot comes to pick him up” 

Jo Jo just nods silently. 

So new information of the day: Mike is single. Jo Jo’s brain starts to get excited. But he knows better to shut that thought away with the knowledge of needing to consider in more factors. 

Mike coughs, taking this chance to look away. The moment is slowly getting awkward. The two boys not knowing what to do other than rocking themselves on their own pace to ground their nerves. 

“What’s the pot for?” Jo Jo blurted out, now fully realizing the awkwardness between them is slowly getting intolerable. 

“Oh, our parents are visiting tomorrow. We’re gonna make dinner for them” Mike answered, “And it’s Ike’s chance to introduce them to Hotshot so he wants things to go as smoothly as possible” 

Admittedly, Jo Jo has never felt the nervous feeling of introducing someone special to someone as important as parents, but he’s sort of associating it with what he’s feeling right now. The context is not the same yet he somehow understands the feeling by just standing here. 

“And... you’re not inviting anyone?” Jo Jo timidly asked, “I mean, I know you said you’re single but... there just have to be someone out there... right?” 

Mike scoffs with a smile and Jo Jo swears on his life his eyes just twinkled, “No point in asking them, we don’t even talk” 

Jo Jo laughs a little and scratches the back of his head, “I guess you’d be moving things a bit too fast if you did that” 

More awkward silence envelop the two. Jo Jo is praying for Kathrine to return with the pot. Although, he knows Kathrine is taking her time on purpose. But finally, the door opens again only Kathrine wasn’t the one walking out. 

“Eavesdropping to you two are going to be the death of me so I’m going to interrupt the conversation!” Sarah said, standing in between the two boys griping the pot with both hands. 

“Even from behind the door, I could sense the sexual tension and you guys have to do something about it or I’m about to throw hands!” Sarah continued on, “Admit it! Like literally just admit it: you like each other any dumbass can tell you that! Now kiss!” 

Sarah jots the pot in between her upper arm and her side so she can grip both of their shoulders and shoves the two forward. Somehow, they were able to capture each other’s lips perfectly. The boys’ eyes widen from the sudden act. Despite Sarah’s hand are no longer gripping their shoulders, they linger in the kiss for a few seconds because of the shock their brains are experiencing. 

The finally found the realization to pull away from each other, recollecting their scattered minds and steadying their breaths. Jo Jo is refusing to believe this is reality. He did not just kiss his crush right then and there for no reason!

“Now that we’ve established that, here’s your pot Mike!” Sarah shoves the pot towards Mike. He fumbles with the pot as he hasn’t fully has his feet back on the ground, much like Jo Jo, “Alright, see you later!” 

Sarah drags Jo Jo back in the apartment and shuts the door. She turns to a still shocked looking Jo Jo with a smile, “See? Progress right?” 

Jo Jo cocks his head to face Sarah, stuttering a few of his words before finally blurting out, “Not like that!” 

Kathrine watches the two from the couch, now occupying the newly popped popcorn, “I mean, that was kinda funny but I think you just ruined his chances now” 

“Well, I’m sorry. I just got annoyed from the pining!” Sarah exclaimed. She returns to her spot next to her girlfriend on the couch, leaving Jo Jo where he’s frozen in place and still trying to process what just happened. Sarah turns back to where Jo Jo is, “And for your information: I wasn’t lying. I know for a fact that he likes you!” 

Kathrine and Jo Jo gives her a questioning look. To which, she answers, “He admitted it himself” 

Jo Jo’s jaws drop and his eyes widen once again, tilting his head in wonderment, “WHAT?!” 

[rainbowwing251]

Hey, headcanons of Lucina and Chrom if you want?

While I haven’t played Fire Emblem: Awakening, I have seen some of the Support conversations that you can have in the game. Why do I bring this up? Because Inigo’s Support conversations reveal that Lucina and Chrom are canonically ticklish!

Based on their reactions to being tickled, I think I have an idea on where they would fall on the lee-ler spectrum. But before I get to that, I believe that I should give you a warning: there may be spoilers for Fire Emblem: Awakening in these headcanons. If you haven’t beaten the game yet, you might not want to read these headcanons.

Alright, so let’s start with Lucina. Based on how she reacted to Inigo tickling her, I’m going to say that she doesn’t like to be tickled by anyone (though there are a few exceptions). This doesn’t mean that she dislikes tickling overall, though. She secretly enjoys tickling other people, but she won’t say that out loud. In short, she acts like she doesn’t like tickling at all (though she doesn’t fake her dislike towards people tickling her), but this attitude masks her inner ler.

How ticklish is she? Well, let’s just say that Marth’s lineage has a bit of a curse.

Her worst spots are her kneecaps, her sides, and strangely enough, her ears. It may be easy to get at her worst spots, but it is not easy to get her to laugh. She’ll immediately try to fight you off, threatening to cut off your hands if you keep going. If she doesn’t know you, she might actually try to do this. If she does know you, then the threat is empty, but you should understand that you are making her uncomfortable.

For someone as brave and stoic as herself, Lucina sure squirms a lot when she gets tickled. She will try to get away from her ler without resorting to violence, unless her ler is a stranger. She won’t kill anyone whatsoever, but she’ll probably try to punch you.

If you are tickling her knees, then you’ll want to be careful, because she might kick you. She’ll immediately feel bad for kicking you if she’s familiar with you, but if she doesn’t know you, she won’t apologize for it.

She doesn’t laugh all that often, so she always forget what her laughter sounds like until someone tickles her. She immediately realizes that she hates it. Why? Because it’s similar to that of her ancestor, Marth, and she doesn’t think it suits her. She’s not wrong, but many people will tell her that her laugh is cute. Yes, she hates that too (except she doesn’t. You will never hear her admit that, though).

As I mentioned earlier, there are a few people who can get away with tickling Lucina, and they are all her main lers. In her world, these people are Chrom, Robin, Relfect (this is the name that I gave to female Robin), and the members of Chrom’s New Shepards. Out of all of the members of Chrom’s New Shepards, Inigo and Owain will target her more often.

In Smash, Chrom, Robin, and Reflect are still her main lers, and they will be joined by Marth. On rare occasions, she will become the target of Corrin.

As a ler, she can be a little mean when she tickles you. What do I mean by that? Well, she’ll tickle you into hysterics simply because she can. Just so you know, she isn’t trying to be malicious. She just wants to hear you laugh.

Her favorite method of tickling is to use her hands like claws and gently claw at someone’s tickle spots. Corrin and Kamui helped her with perfecting this skill by showing her how they tickle people with their real claws.

If no one is around to witness the tickling, and she is tickling either Chrom, her mother, or a sibling of hers, then she’ll try to tease them. It’s really awkward at first, so Chrom teaches her how to tease someone while you tickle them. He couldn’t take the additional second-hand embarrassment anymore.

All of these lessons have turned her into a very decent ler. She’s not one of the most dangerous lers you’ll ever meet, but she might be in the top 20.

In her world, she’ll go after the members of Chrom’s New Shepards, especially Inigo and Owain. She’ll also go after Chrom and whoever her mother is. Chrom, Robin, and Reflect can’t escape this fate when all four of them are in Smash, but they are not the only victims. Marth becomes a victim of her tickle attacks, and so do Corrin and Roy.

Alright, we are all done with Lucina, so let’s move on to her dad.

Chrom is a lee-leaning switch who is very close to being a true switch. The only reason he’s not a true switch is because he experiences lee moods more often. However, the lee moods are almost as common as the ler moods. To be more specific, I would say that he has lee moods 60% of the time.

He is just as ticklish as Marth is, if not a little more ticklish. He even shares one of Marth’s worst spots: the sides. However, the rest of Marth’s worst spots are not shared with him, as evidenced by his other worst spot: his underarms.

Chrom has the same issue with Cloud in that he keeps one of his underarms exposed, which makes it very easy for him to get a surprise tickle attack from someone if he isn’t paying attention. If he doesn’t want to be tickled to death, then he shouldn’t keep his underarms exposed like that!

But really, he doesn’t mind it too much, because like I said, he is a lee-leaning switch. In Ylisse, it isn’t a secret that he likes being tickled, and people will regularly come up to him and tickle him while his guard is down. This happens with the members of the Shepards, too.

He’ll quickly burst into laughter when you start tickling him, and he’ll quickly begin squirming. This is pretty much all that he will do if you tickle him, but you might want to be on the lookout for his hands. No, he won’t slap you with them, but he might try to tickle you if he sees an opening.

His laugh may not be a heart-melting as his ancestor’s, but it is very contagious. Don’t be surprised if you start giggling along with him, especially if you are Robin or Reflect.

If you tickle his underarms long enough, you might get a couple of snorts out of him, which makes it even more difficult for his lers to remain resistant to his contagious laughter. The sound may be embarrassing to him, but he can’t bring himself to hate it. Not when it’s making other people laugh.

He’s weak to teasing, so make sure to incorporate that into a tickle session, both before and during. He is especially weak to teases that involve him being threatened with tickles to a specific part of his body. It doesn’t matter if you tell him that you are going to tickle his ribs, or if you threaten him with raspberries to his stomach, he will break down into hysterical laughter.

I probably hinted at this, but if I didn’t, you should know that the entirety of the Shepards will go after Chrom. Out of all of them, Lissa and Robin (or Reflect, depending on whether or not Robin is male or female) are the ones who will go after him the most often. Lucina is another one of his main lers, though I suppose that’s obvious.

Robin/Reflect and Lucina will continue to target Chrom while he’s in Smash, but now, they are joined by all of the other Fire Emblem reps. Out of all of the Fire Emblem reps (other than Lucina and Robin/Reflect), Marth, Roy, and Corrin are the ones who will target him more often. Ike, Kamui, and Byleth will go after him too, but they tend to target another one of the Fire Emblem reps instead. They don’t dislike him, mind you, but each of them have their own preferences on who they like to tickle out of all of the Fire Emblem reps. He also has a ler that isn’t a Fire Emblem rep, and that ler is Terry.

As a ler, Chrom is a tickle monster. Sure, he’s got a pretty big weakness towards tickling, but he’s still capable of being a threatening ler.

With a few exceptions, no one is safe from Chrom’s antics. He’ll taze your sides while you are walking by him. He’ll sneak up behind you and tickle your ribs. He’ll poke you in the stomach while you are having a casual conversation. He’ll even take advantage of someone who has ticklish shoulders/shoulder blades by offering them a “massage”.

Why does he do all of this? Well, 95% of the time, he’s trying to cheer up those who are feeling a bit down. 5% of the time, he’s trying to get his victims to tickle him back.

When he tickles someone, he can do one of two things:

He will tickle someone in one spot for a little while before switching to a new spot (unless the spot doesn’t result in a reaction).

He will rapidly switch to a different spot every few seconds.

Regardless of what he does, he will trap his lees in a bear hug to keep them from escaping.

He prefers to tickle someone with light scratches, but he will use a different method if he’s in the mood to do so. If he knows that you have a weakness to a certain method of tickling, then he will take advantage of it.

Chrom is a very teasy ler. He uses many different types of teases, and if you show any signs of a weakness towards a specific type of teasing, he will remember it and take advantage of it in subsequent tickle attacks.

In his world, his main lees are Robin/Reflect, whoever his wife is, and his son/daughter (Cynthia and Kjelle can be another one of Chrom’s daugters, along with Lucina. He can also have either Morgan, Brady, or Inigo as one of his sons).

Chrom will continue to tickle Lucina and Robin/Reflect while he’s in Smash, but he’s go a couple of other targets as well. For the other Fire Emblem reps, he’s got Marth, Roy, and Corrin/Kamui. For non-Fire Emblem reps, he’s got Pit, all of the younger reps of Smash, and Shulk (because like I said in the Simon and Richter headcanons, Shulk can’t stop attracting lers. RIP).

And that’s all I got for Lucina and Chrom! I don’t know why, but I really the process of creating headcanons for these two. Is it due to me liking Lucina and Chrom, even though I haven’t played Awakening? Is it due to the fact that these two are canonically ticklish, giving me the motivation to make this list? Is it something else entirely? I’m not too sure, but I suppose I don’t need a reason.

[murdertrialimagines]

V3 Boys finding their S/O Dead

“hello! i saw your request were open~ first i’d like to say your writing (so far) is great! if it’s not too much trouble, can you please do V3 boys finding their S/O dead. Their reaction, mood during the class trial and even their reaction to who murdered their S/O. ik this is a wild request but if it isn’t too much i’d be very happy if you can do so. if not i fully understand. thanks in advanced 💖 “

Of Course! This is such a good prompt, I’m glad you requested it! I hope you enjoy~ Full story under the tag

Imagine: V3 Boys Finding their S/O dead

Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi had been solving murders since they got trapped here

But he has been solving them with you

So when he went to the kitchen and found you on the floor, having bled out from a stab wound, he didn’t think he could do it

How was he supposed to go on without his best friend, his S/O, the only person he truly knew understood how he felt?

But he had to solve it for you

He wasted no time starting the investigation, choking back tears every time he had to examine your body

Letting a few slip as his fingers grazed over the wound on your chest, knowing he would never feel this heartbeat as he laid on you after a stressful day again

No one bothered him, knowing his silence would be broken if they asked how he was

The class trial came by swiftly, and everyone felt the air grow thick as they waited for Shuichi to start speaking

When he didn’t, Maki started for him

He stayed quite with everyone’s words, solving the mystery within his own mind.

When he finally pieced it all together, the words spilled out of his mouth, same with the tears in his eyes

He explained the whole scenario intensely, not letting anyone refute his words, voice raising when the culprit tried

Finally, voting time came around, and for the first time, he didn’t feel sad to push the button, sending the culprit to their doom.

He watched as Kaito was led to his doom, stone faced the whole time.

He immediately went to his room afterwards, crying as soon as the door closed

Everything still smelled of you

Kaito Momota

He didn’t expect to find you in your room, considering you liked to be around others more

Maybe that was what got you killed

He found you in the gym after a few minutes of searching, face down and your neck laced with rope

He immediately ran over, flipping you over and screaming

“Y/N! WAKE UP! PLEASE, WAKE UP!”

His screaming alerted others nearby, and soon the body discovery alarm was going off.

He started punching the floor, pleading for you to wake up as Gonta and Tenko dragged him away

He was crying the whole investigation, but trying his best to help

He couldn’t stand to help with the body, seeing you made the waterworks resume tenfold

When the trial started, he immediately began to yell for the culprit to give themselves up

When they didn’t, his yelling only became louder

He really tried his best to help, he really did

But his mind was so clouded up with thoughts of you and all the things he wanted to do with you

Shuichi carried the trial, exposing the culprit like he always does

When it became clear who it was, everyone expected Kaito to go into hysterics

It scared them even more when his voice rang out, low and soft

“Kirumi...why?”

As Kirumi began to explain, Kaito got angrier with every word

“Cut the crap! You could’ve picked anyone, and you picked her! Why did you pick her?! You should’ve picked me!”

Kaito charged towards her, but Maki held him back

“Y/n wouldn’t have wanted this, Kaito.”

Everyone could see Kaito physically restrain himself from pulling away from Maki and giving Kirumi what she deserved.

“Fine, let’s just get on with the voting.”

“Kaito, I apolo-”

“I said we’re voting!”

The execution went by quick, Kaito walking away before anyone could stop him

He skipped training that night, sitting in the courtyard, watching the stars through their metal prison

Oh, how he would’ve traded every star in the galaxy to have you sitting with him tonight.

Ryoma Hoshi

Ryoma knew your plans for that day consisted of working in your ultimate lab, he knew how excited you were when it was unlocked.

He was happy for you, you were the one who brought him to embrace living, after all

After spending the day playing tennis with himself in his lab, he opened his locker to put his racket away, when something came tumbling out

You laid there, wrapped in a tennis net with a slit throat

Ryoma felt sick to his stomach the moment he saw your dull eyes, wondering what your last moments of life saw.

He sat there for a moment, looking at you

He wanted to untie you, but knew that tampering with evidence would make him the prime suspect

He began to chuckle

Of course his luck led him to this! The world wanted him to have nothing

It still didn’t need to take you though.

After waiting for what felt like hours, he left his room to go alert the others

No one believed him at first, Miu telling him to “Cut that depressing crap!”

Gonta, being the sweetheart he is, still wanted to check on you

When everyone found you, they couldn’t believe it

Who wanted to hurt Y/n? Did someone have it out for Ryoma?

Once everyone started investigating, they kept some distance from him

He knew it was either due to pity or fear that he committed this crime

But he didn’t need their pity nor their fear

As Shuichi covered alibis and the murder weapon, it became clear that he wasn’t the culprit.

After all, you were there for at least half a day, and Ryoma was helping Kirumi with preparing lunch when it would have happened

Why wasn’t he suspicious when you didn’t show up for that? Was this his fault for not checking up on you?

When the trial started, Ryoma treated it just as the first trial that had happened.

First Rantaro, now his Y/n

The topic soon came to alibis around lunch time, and he started to notice holes in someones words

“Kiibo, you say you were in the gym, but Himiko was in her lab all day with her door open and never once saw you go in, nor did she see you leave.”

Kiibo let out a stutter of an answer, which was quickly refuted by Shuichi and his evidence

It quickly became clear, and voting time came silently.

Tsumugi was the one who asked him of his motives

“I-I’m sorry...I cannot say.”

Ryoma gave a hollow laugh.

“I guess that’s all we’ll get. Let’s get this over with.”

After they all saw Kiibo be executed, Ryoma spoke up first

“Let’s go, I plan on getting you all out of here.”

He left to his dorm, re-becoming the recluse he was before he met you

and he never stepped back in his lab again.

Rantaro Amami

Rantaro wanted to get all of you out of this sick game

He knew the door the mastermind had used, and planned to use it to his advantage.

But he wanted you out of the plan, he couldn’t stand to see you get hurt because of his actions

But his work was in vain

He wanted to find you before he carried out his plan, to either say his goodbyes or just make it seem like a regular day

As regular as you can get in a killing game

But when he found your door open slightly, he immediately tensed up.

He threw the door open to find you

You, laying on the floor, knife lodged in your chest with a note attached

He ripped it off, reading it

‘I warned her to stay out of this’

He crumpled the note, stuffing it in his pocket

He sat next to you, stroking your hair

“I’m so sorry Y/n, this is all my fault...”

‘But it’s not,’ he thought, ‘It’s the mastermind.’

Around dinner time Angie came for him, finding him with your lifeless body

She nearly passed out at the sight alone

After everyone came in and started investigating, he slunk to the corner

He watched the scene before him play out, Shuichi and Kaede discovering clues

He scanned everyone, wondering who could have possibly been on his trail enough to have to do this

‘The mastermind, that’s who’

The trial started, the first trial

And hopefully the last.

Throughout the trial he, Shuichi and Kaede refuted evidence thrown around, and made a clear path towards the answers he wanted

When someone accused him of possibly doing it, they almost died from fear from his glare alone.

Kaede calmed him down, telling him that she was sure something else would tell them the truth, and that whoever Y/n caught committing a crime would be found

That’s when he went pale, and asked Kaede how she knew that

She stuttered and gave a stunted answer

After berating her with facts and evidence, she caved

“She caught me setting up a trap, and threatened to tell everyone I was the mastermind! I wanted all of us to get out, but she wouldn’t listen!”

Shuichi and her had a one on one debate, Shuichi refusing to believe the undeniable evidence that had been laid before him

Rantaro cut in

“I hate to stop your conversation, but can we please vote now? I don’t want a murderer among us anymore.”

He felt a twinge of guilt when he saw Kaede flinch, but knew that what was coming was inevitable.

They all voted, and Kaede gave them an inspirational speech about getting out.

‘Why should she be giving this? She let one of the few good people here die.’

Rantaro left right after the execution, already planning out the next step of his plan to reveal the mastermind

But this time, he had nothing to lose.

Gonta Gokuhara

When the body discovery announcement went off, Gonta ran to the library with everyone else

Surprisingly, he seemed to be the last one there, and by the time he got there a circle was already formed around the body

He made himself known and went to look when Himiko grabbed his arm

“Hey...Gonta...why don’t you go and help Maki get alibis...outside of the room?”

He allowed himself to be dragged out of the library, helping Maki take down people’s alibis of where they were

Where’s Y/n?

He kept trying to see where Y/n was in the library, waiting for when he got to hear her alibi, when he saw the body

Y/n, laid on the floor, he could tell by her hair

He ran in before anyone could stop him, pushing Shuichi away from her

She laid, sprawled out on the floor, blindfold over her eyes and butterfly wings spray painted on the floor around her shoulders.

She looked almost angelic

He wanted to tell himself that she was sleeping, but he knew from the announcement and Monokuma’s laugh that he was wrong

He started sobbing, holding her body against his, hoping that she would somehow, someway, come back

“Please! Y/n! Come back!”

Shuichi had already finished with the body, so he let Gonta stay with her

It was the least they could do for him

As everyone shuffled out, Gonta laid Y/n back down, looking down at her wings

Angel wings would fit her so much better

He heard the body discovery go off again, and became confused

He already knew who died, why is it going off again?

He stayed with Y/n, saying his goodbyes to her before Himiko came in, crying, telling him that it was time to go to the trial

When he got there, he immediately noticed Y/n’s spot, a smiling picture of her crossed out by bug nets

He then noticed Tenko’s photo a few slots down

The trial began, but he didn’t do much to help

He felt bad, but he didn’t want to get in the way.

Every time someone was accused, he felt his heart sink

One of their friends killed two of the nicest people here?

Then it was revealed how it happened

A long promise to someone long gone

They voted, and Gonta looked at the culprit

“Korekiyo...why? Why kill Y/n?!”

After Korekiyo explained his motive, Gonta wept

And he continued to weep until the execution was over and Kaito had helped him to his dorm

He sat on the floor, looking at all of the photos of himself and Y/n, taken by the instant cameras in the warehouse

His favorite? The one where they bug hunted together, ending with them taking a nap in the sun

How he wished he could take more

Kokichi Oma

Kokichi refused to let anyone know any of his feelings, especially when they were involved romantically

So when Y/n came into his life, he kept their relationship very hush hush

He still clung onto her though, so everyone assumed she was his favorite to torment

So when the body discovery announcement rang, Kokichi gleefully strolled to the AV room, ready to make a big entrance with some witty one liner

But when he came in and saw Y/n’s body on the couch, the room a mess and a crossbow on the floor, he forced himself to smile

“So, the idiot finally got herself killed huh? Took long enough!”

He stayed in the corner liked he usually did, but this time he was hyper-fixated on his surroundings

A fight obviously happened here, so Y/n must have struggled. Who had a crossbow and could have had a motive to kill Y/n, here?

He already knew who it was, but he didn’t know how it happened

He had to know how it happened

When the trial started, he put on his facade and let everyone banter about the crime

He put in a few remarks here and there, but he never pointed them at Y/n

After he had enough, he made it known who it was

“Who else here has a crossbow besides Maki? I think this was a sloppy attempt at committing a crime.”

To everyone’s surprise, she didn’t deny it

What made him more angry, though, was when she told everyone what really happened

“Y/n, she tried to kill me. She wanted out and stole a crossbow from my room when her and Kaito visited a few nights ago. I didn’t want to kill her, but she left me no choice”

As Kaito and Maki talked, Kokichi resigned to his own mind

If he cried, they’d see it as fake tears, right?

He let his tears flow, when someone asked why he was crying he childishly blamed Kaito and Maki’s romantic final goodbye

Kokichi spaced out during Maki’s execution

As he left the trial grounds, he decided

If Y/n wasn’t getting out, then no one was.

Kiibo

Kiibo was sure he short circuited when he found you

Who wouldn’t panic, finding a lifeless body hanging in a classroom?

But this was Y/n

His Y/n

He didn’t know it was possible for a robot to feel human emotions, but when he met Y/n he realized that it was

He alerted everyone to the crime and helped as much as he could with the investigation, wanting to find out who did this

Gonta gently released the body from the ceiling, laying her down on the floor

Kiibo took everything in; the rope burn on her neck, the fallen chair, the hook on the ceiling that was placed specifically to kill his Y/n

When the trial started, he demanded the culprit to come clean immediately

When they didn’t, Shuichi started listing all the possibilities

They debated, clearing each suspect

Once the three prime suspects were cleared with strong alibis, Shuichi said the most likely answer

Kiibo lost it at his words

“Y/n would never commit suicide! She wanted us to get out of here! She wanted to get out of here!”

But the evidence was all there

Everything but the note

‘Why didn’t she leave a note?’

After the trial ended, executionless, Kiibo left to Y/n’s room

He needed to get away from Kokichi’s taunts

He let himself into her room with the key she had given him days prior

He sat on her bed, looking at everything she had

The poster on the wall, her closet, the shelf full of books on her ultimate talent

That’s when he noticed the note on the back of her door

He went over and gently took the tack out of the wall, reading the note. “Dear fellow classmates, I am sorry to have to be writing you this note. I was hopeful to get out of here with all of you, but when Tenko and Angie were taken from us, I couldn’t take it anymore. I am sorry that I am giving up at a time like this, and I hope no one was blamed for my decision to take my life. Kiibo, I am so sorry that you had to find my note like this. At least, I hope you found it first. I will miss you so much, and I hope that you get out of here, along with everyone else who still alive. I love you all, and I hope that you can work together and stop the mastermind!” ~Y/n

Kiibo held the letter tightly, crushing it slightly in his hand

‘Why?’ That was the only thing running through his head

‘Why did you do this, Y/n? we were gonna get out together!’

He wished he could cry

You may have taught him the feeling of love, but you also taught him despair.

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Ahh, I really hope this is how you wanted it! I’m sorry if it’s not, and thank you for requesting!

[18silverwolf]

Theo Raeken Imagines: Imagine 15: When he comes back from hell and sees You have moved on with Liam

Warning: This might break your heart;

After Theo was banished to the underworld by your brother Scott and Kira sent him to the underworld it broke you, but then you remembered that the boy you loved basically killed your brother, and hurt your friends, which made you question everything, especially because you trusted him the most, You questioned your relationship with him and everything he ever said to you.

A few months later Theo was sent away, you and Liam began dating, it wasn't hard for you and him to build a connection after all you have been friends since Scott turned him and he Transferred from Devenford prep.

1 Year after the dread doctors and Theo Raeken:

Y/n's POV:

"Liam" I giggled as he was pinning me to the couch as he started to tickle my sides, "Y/n" he said in the same tone as me, mocking me. "Please stop babe, i can't b.breath" I said as i was trying to catch my breath.

He stopped tickling me, but was still hovering over my body that was still pinned on the couch underneath his. "You know you are so beautiful right" Liam stated as he made eye contact with mine. I lent up and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him down to connect our lips.

"Ik you tell me everyday" i said as i broke away from the kiss. he smiled and kissed my forehead before sitting up and pulling me onto his lap. One of his hands where holding my hip so i couldn't get off of his lap while the other rested on my baby bump giving it a rub, he lent down and kissed my stomach making me giggle happily.

I watched how his face would break out into a massive grin and how his eyes would crinkle when he smiled, This Man was making my heart beat faster, and fill with happiness. I can't express how much i am grateful for him considering he saved me after Scott and Stiles left for collage or the FBI, but he was there for me, when the sent Theo to the underground.

"I can not wait for this little one to come" He said as he looked up at me, realising that i was looking at him with a smile. "Really your the one who can't wait for him to come, I have been pregnant with him for nearly 8 months, I'm ready for him to get out now, if he doesn't come soon I'm gonna need to give him an eviction notice" I replied as i placed my hand on top of Liam's that was still on my baby bump.

This only made Liam Laugh before he kissed my cheek. "How bout we go outside and sit on the porch, since its a nice day out?" Liam said as he wrapped my legs around his waist. "Liam!" I shrieked wrapping my arms around his neck.

"What?" He laughed "Thank god you have Werewolf strength" You replied as you gave him a kiss to the cheek, "Please you aren't even that heavy, besides im carry 2 people" he replied with a laugh.

End of Readers pov:

little did they know that someone from behind a tree was watching them. as he saw how happy you were his heart swelled until he noticed that there was a second heart beat that was faint then your's or the boy who's arms you were in.

Theo wanted to come out from hiding to see if you still loved him, but he knew deep down, that you were happier with Liam Dunbar. In this moment he realised, That could have been him, holding you in your arms, while his hands rested on your baby bump, that he could have you laying beside him every night and waking up next to you if he didn't screw it all up, for what, Power?, a Pack?, he already had that the moment Scott and the rest of the pack trusted him, when he had you.

Theo punched the tree in anger, knowing that the only reason why you weren't in his arms right now was because he screwed up. Knowing that you would never have his children, killed him, knowing that another man who wasn't him was holding you in his arms at night, and waking  up to see your beautiful face. Or the fact that your son would be calling another man dad and not him.

Theo sighed realising that all the pain he suffered in the underworld would never compare to the pain he was feeling in this moment, he felt like he wasn't alive anymore, like he was a ghost of the man you loved that lingered on earth without a purpose or a destination.

As he watched you and Liam together the more he became angry his eyes glowed and he was ready to claw Liam's throat out, just so he could have you. Suddenly a voice behind him spoke up.

Theo's POV:

I was in deep thought when a voice from behind me spoke. "Theo?" I turned around to see the person was Scott and Stiles, "Look i didn't come here to hurt anyone or to hurt her, I just... I needed to see her, and know that she's okay" I said quickly. Scott looked at me with sympathy... Wait sympathy?

"Yea well you only have yourself to blame" Stiles said, as he looked over my shoulder, "Besides she happy, she has a family" Stiles finished off earning a slap to the back of the head by Scott. "It's fine, I know, I Understand, I just want her to be happy" I replied as i looked down at my feet when a tear  ran down my cheek.

"Theo she was hurting for a long time after we sent you to hell, but what you did hurt her more, because she felt like you played her for a fool, and because of what you did, you made her second guess everything you said or did for her. and You showing up might just bring those memories back" Scott said with a look of concern and sympathy.

"I know its why i came to make sure she was happy before i left for good, after all she was the one that taught me, If you love something or someone, let them go, and that's what i'm doing i'm letting her go, she deserves the world and much more, and i'm not that" I said as i looked at her once more to see her and Liam walking inside their house. I turned my back and walked down the hill back to my car that i parked down the street away from their house. once he reached his car he drove out of beacon hills and off to the city.

End of Theo's POV:

Every year on the same day he left beacon hills, he returns to watch her secretly from the tree line near her house. He sees her playing in the yard with Liam and Her son. a Bluey green eyed boy with his mothers smile and love in his heart.

He doesn't know why he does this to himself, it's like he believes he deserves to be tortured by watching the woman he loves with another man and her son.

You never know what you have until its gone or its too late.

The End, hope you liked it. xo

[cl-babydew]

Running In The Rain

So this oneshot is for @sophfandoms53’s bday that is today and she deserves more then just this tiny oneshot based off of something that happened to me once. I wish I could do more but when it comes to Soph Ik she’d just appreciate anything as long as it’s from the heart!! Soph, thank you so much for making my last bday the best I literally ever had! I wasn’t looking forward to that day because of how that year was going! But you and everyone else did so much for me that day that...Idek how to thank you guys! I was crying so much that day because I just thought I was gonna be alone until you and everyone popped up and...we didn’t know each other much by then and you STILL made me something and-geez I’m tearing up already! XD I just don’t know how to thank you! I wish I could give you tons of hugs! I promise we’ll meet one day! I’ll make sure of that!! And it’ll be the best day of my life! Just- thank you so much Soph! I love you so so much!! And with all of this said, I hope you have a phenomenal bday!! Happy bday, Soph!

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The sun was glistening against the light drops of rain falling from the blue aura sky with white and gray fluffy cotton floating lazily over Duckburg.

A car steered into a certain young teen lady ducks drive way, slowing to a stop in front of the blond girls fence. Shelly bit her bottom beak as she went over the thoughts in her head.

Huey invited her to go mini golfing with him. Just her and him. It was awkward to say the least. They still had a good time even though the air was thick.

The days leading up to this they would get teased by the others calling it a date when they would correct that it was ‘just a hang out’. They didn’t want to think of it as a date, they were just friends. Shelly knew that Huey liked her as much as she like him. Unsurprisingly, he wasn’t the one that told her; Dewey spilled the beans a few days before a homecoming dance they went to together. Huey couldn’t get a date- he tried to, but the girl turned him down. She didn’t understand how some girl could just reject him so cruelly.

Shaking her head, she fluttered her eyes, pushing a piece of her silky hair behind her ear. Her checks were already starting to tingle, “Wait here!”

Huey gave her a questioning look as she hopped out the front seat onto the cement. He watched as her hair swayed wildly as she ran through her opened garage.

Making sure she wasn’t seen she hugged herself. She was so glad she was finally out of that car. It’s not that she didn’t trust Huey’s driving skills-HEH- Huey’s like the safest person she’s ever met; after his Uncle that is. She just didn’t have good experiences with cars. Her parents nagged her on and on about her finally driving, she was 16 now, they wanted her driving soon. Her dad was still cautious about money, though. Getting in a few wrecks didn’t just worry her about driving, but made her terrified about sitting in the front seat! She rarely sat up there anymore, unless with her dad on rare occasions. But if someone suggested the front seat for her, she’d smile sheepishly, denying their offer as she scrambled to the back. It’s a good thing Huey could drive, because she surly wasn’t going to. Her parents fussed her just for sitting in the back when they were heading out.

Luckily, Huey being the understanding best friend he was, didn’t mind at all. He was the only one that knew other then her parents, after all. He even told her that she didn’t have to sit in the front on the way back, but she had no choice or her parents would punish her for being such a coward.

Sighing, she grabbed the keys to her moms van, sneaking money to pay back Huey from earlier. She was so red earlier that it took her until they got their to admit she forgot money. Her plan was to split it. But beating her to the punch, Huey chuckled saying that he already planned to pay for her anyway. She knew Huey would be stubborn to receive money back, but she hated getting things without giving in return. So grabbing the money out of her mom’s van, and crunching it in her sweaty palms she left the door opened with the keys on the seat, walking back up to his car.

It was starting to rain a bit harder, so being without an umbrella, she ignored it. A little rain never killed anyone. She used her finger to tap on his window as he rolled it down. His eyes widened as she outstretched her arm for him to take the money.

“Here.” She breathed, “It’s not much, but I felt bad for earlier...” she trailed off, smiling shyly at him.

He couldn’t help but let a smile lose as he rolled up his window, shaking his head. She scoffed, smirking.

“Huey Duck! Take the money please.” She knocked on the window once more.

He kept laughing as he shook his head, “I told you my deal. I paid for you, and I don’t want anything in return.” He was muffled, but she could hear his fast talking clear as day.

If he wanted to be stubborn, fine...she could play stubborn too. She smirked, opening his door to his surprise as rain started to poor harder and hit the inside of his car. She was already pretty soaked and her feathers were ruffled while her golden hair was soaked.

She threw the money inside his truck as she giggled, slamming the door as his foot stopped it he chased back after her, with the money in his hands. She ran underneath the garage, a puddle forming underneath her.

He saw her mother’s car door still opened and set the damp money back in on the wet seat. He gave her the keys that were left on the seat, closing the door. He turned around smirking only to see the girl holding back laughter as she pointed to his car. One dollar bill was still hanging out, getting just as soaked as them.

His face burned in embarrassment, as he stomped on over to collect the bill, stomping back over to her. He tried handing her the bill, but she didn’t even try reaching for it. She bit her beak, half smiling and shaking her head innocently.

The girl watched as he set the bill on her father’s working table. She folded her arms, rolling her eyes playfully.

They just stood their staring at each other. He couldn’t keep a straight face, suddenly bursting into laughter as she joined in. Their eyes teared up as they began staring at each other once more. The world fading behind them.

But sadly coming back to earth, Huey stuck out his fist. She blinked, which formed into a soft smile as she chuckled, fist bumping him awkwardly back.

She watched him as he ran back to his car through the rain. She chuckled to herself as she could hear the many questions his brothers, Webby, and Lena were going to ask coming in soaked like he was.

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The girl flopped on her bed, closing her eyes as she hummed to herself repeating over and over again on the moments of that day.

Her head shot up as she heard a buzz coming from her phone. Rolling onto her stomach, she played with her knotty wet hair as she read the text.

She bit the inside of her check.

Huey: Thanks for playing golf with me, Shell. I thought it was pretty fun. I hope you had fun, too. You did a lot better then me though.(enter laughing emojis here)

She smirked, ignoring her heart beating a mile a minute.

Shelly: I think we did an equal amount of okness! (Enter a laughing emoji here)

She giggled.

Shelly: And it was fun! Thx!

Just as she was about to set her phone down, it buzzed in her hand once more.

Huey: Anytime!

Her heart wasn’t prepared for what was coming her way.

Huey: Hey, by the way, I hope this doesn’t weird you out, but I’ve been wanting to hang out with you because I really like you. I wanted to tell you that. I’m sorry if that weirds you out... (enter a sweating nervous/sad emoji)

Was her heart still beating? She felt her face heat up, as her stomach was doing backflips. She’s waited so long for him to admit and...he finally has and she didn’t know what to do with herself.

Licking her lips nervously, she breathed in a shaky breath, answering him back.

Shelly: That doesn’t weird me out at all, I like you too!

She breathed out, gasping for air. Oh she didn’t know how she was going to face him tomorrow. She didn’t even know if she wanted to squeal, jump around, or weep happily. Her emotions were everywhere.

“If only he knew how much I liked him, and how long I have been in love with him...”

Laying on her back, with her phone on her stomach, she sighed to herself, “Tomorrow’s going to be a new day, indeed...” she covered her face with her arm, as her heart fluttered, a tiny smile started to slip through.

“Maybe life won’t be so scary after all?...”

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Well...this is gift 1! Number two will be right after this one! Which is already done and ready to post! X3 I hope you liked this!

[prettylittlebrownskingyal]

i’ll keep on waiting 🌟

Note: Ik you guys are mostly here for ‘x reader’ content but I was projecting and procrastinating and I wrote a stephcass thing.

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Steph is of the opinion that she should really hate Conner Kent. Like, loathe him, actually. Because he just has a way of making a move on everyone she has/had feelings for, and the sad fact of the matter is, he makes it look so easy.

She’s woman enough to admit that. What, with the perfect clone smile and the leather jacket and blue eyes. Of course, she can see what Tim and Cass saw. But that doesn’t mean she has to rationally like him. Yet, she can’t find it in herself to want him dead either.

She has, on occasion, thought about pulling him aside and threatening to shove a piece of Bruce’s kryptonite up his-

“Steph! Hey, how’s it going?”

And there he is, suit and tie and charming smile. She would punch him in the face if she didn’t know he was practically invincible. “Hey, Kon. Enjoying the show?”

He laughs and averts his gaze to the spectacle across the room; Tim and Cass, arms swung around each other, twin Wayne grins and immaculate posture, stealing the souls of a bevvy of old rich ladies.

“It’s creepy that they can just switch it on like that.”

“It’s even creepier when Bruce does it.”

“Bruce is always creepy to me.”

Despite her reservations, she cracks a smile at him and allows him to pull her into a debate about the last Knights versus Monarchs game.

So what if he is Cass’s ( somewhat ) ex, he’s really in the same boat she is. With the exception of the fact that he and Tim are actually dating and she and Cass are well, her and Cass.

She swears, for someone who can level her way through an army with swift and unattached efficiency, Cass is oblivious when it comes to the gigantic, hulking crush she has on her. Or maybe, Steph is just so bad at feelings that she’s the one at fault.

Either way, she has nothing to compare this yearning too. She and Tim started with a brick to the face and the coincidence of being teen vigilantes in the Hellmouth that is Gotham. They were a product of proximity and hormones and though she knows some part of her will always be in love with Tim— the way she’s a little in love with all of them—- they were better off as friends.

The conversation with Conner peters out to a comfortable silence as they watch Tim wrap up his jovial conversation. It’s early enough that Steph knows the schmoozing isn’t over yet, they're going to be at it until they milk all these rich schmucks for what their worth and have the fundraiser’s goal paid in double by the end of the night.

Cass catches her eye across the room, and mouths “You want a drink?”. She signs back, “I need it to live through this,” and feels her whole body flush when Cass laughs.

She makes her way across the room, striding as her dress trails behind her, with two champagne flutes. She and Conner exchange smiles as she approaches, which reignites Steph’s desire to deck him before he goes to take Cass’ place at Tim’s side.

Cass presses the glass into her hand, nose wrinkling in amusement as she watches Stephanie knock it back with no sense of class at all. She’s hoping the alcohol will cover the pink tinge she’s sporting— a recent development, that seems to only happen when Cass comes close to her— and she accepts the second flute and Cass’ wry amusement without complaint.

This little moment, in this little bubble, will be cut short soon when Cass has to go back to being one of the elite Wayne-angel kids. So, fueled by the champagne in her bloodstream, she works up enough courage to ask, “Do you wanna dance?”

Her heart’s hammering in her throat when Cass slips a scarred hand into hers, the other moving to tuck a lock of dark hair behind her ear. Steph follows the movement with baited breath, and with what she hopes is a blank expression, when Tim’s voice calls out to them. And the moment, the little bubble, it bursts. Ending with Steph’s tiny glimmer of confidence crawling back into her stomach to hibernate.

“I’ll owe you,” Cass whispers, patting her hand as she slinks off again.

Steph watches her walk away and then looks back at where Conner and Tim are cuddled together, letting the feeling of longing grow and sour inside her until she’s sick of herself.

***

Harper is laughing at her.

She’d stumped her big toe on the foot of their shitty couch and went down on the floor between the living room and the kitchen, arms and legs akimbo and dignity nowhere to be found. That was ten minutes ago, and Harper is still laughing at her, manically. Cullen, who was in his room until his sister started imitating a hyena, takes pity on her. He gives her face one sure look and places a tub of ice cream and a spoon near her head. She takes it with a pathetic wave of thanks and holds it close to her stomach, while she waits for the sweet release of death. She texts this to Damian, telling him he has free reign on offing her. He replies with the middle finger emoji and that gif of Judge Judy rolling her eyes.

“My God, Brown. You really are a mess aren’t you?”

“Physically, mentally or emotionally?” she snorts. “Yes to all of them.”

Harper knows what this is truly about. Because Harper has a way of knowing everything sometimes. She can see right through all of Stephanie’s walls when she really wants too, it makes her brand of tough love pretty great to have around. Except, she isn’t going to offer to fix this one for Steph. Her pining could be easily solved with one conversation, and if Steph is too much of a stubborn brat to have it, she isn’t going to go to Cass and say ‘Hey, my friend is in love with you. You should date her.’ That’s too middle school and she’s sure Cass won’t appreciate it.

“Are you just going to keep lying there? Polluting the apartment with your teen angst bullshit?”

“I’m no longer a teen. And yes. Yes, I am. I’m not moving until I die.”

“ Stephanie .”

“What?”

Harper sighs, rubbing a hand down her face. “How long am I going to have to put up with this?”

“Put up with what?” Her mouth is full of ice cream now, she waves the spoon around as she talks. “I’m not doing anything. I’m just here. Suffering. When will the universe give me a break?”

“Maybe you should stop waiting on the universe and just talk to her.”

“To who? The universe? I’m not really-”

“No, you dumbass .” She flings a throw pillow at her. “To Cassandra. About all of your feelings. And then you can put the rest of us out of our misery.”

Steph drops her hands flat to her sides and nudges the ice cream container away as she thinks. “Nope.”

Harper throws another pillow.

***

She gets into a pissing contest with Damian and Jason on Friday’s patrol. Ideally, she should have known better than to take on their combined force by herself; not when their both cut from the same cloth of anger, violence and ruthlessness that has much to do with Talia Al-Ghul.

They're playing a game of ��How many criminals can you take down before midnight’, which under usual circumstances, Steph was exceptionally good at. And for the first few hours of patrol, she was. Until Tim informed her through the comms that he and Cass were rooting for her as they watched from the CCTV footage in the cave. It then went from beating Jason and Damian’s sorry asses to look cool, look effortless, look badass because Cass is watching.

Obviously, because sometimes the universe is a tepid bitch that likes watching her suffer, she knocks out two guys with quick jabs and follows the third down a fire escape by attempting to grapple to the ground before he descends the stairs, only to get her wire tangled. Which results in her smacking into the side of the building like George of the jungle. At least, that’s what Tim tells her she looked like as he checks her for a concussion. She’s fine, because she’s tougher than she looks honestly, and all she has to worry about is the sore bruise across her forehead that gets her barred from patrol for the rest of the weekend.

Damian and Jason, the sentimental little pricks, project their guilt into treating her nicer than they usually would. Jason sends her a flurry of blackmail pictures of Dick’s questionable fashion moments over the years that she’s sure he got off of Roy. Damian brings her waffles from an expensive cafe across town and spends most of his Saturday on her couch, watching trashy reality shows. Before he leaves, he fixes her with a look that’s somewhere above his usual range of disdain to indifferent. It’s close to pity, but not quite and it makes him look so much like Bruce for a moment that she finds herself sitting up, paying closer attention.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes?”

He rolls his eyes at her near-confusion, looking years above his age as he says, “You have feelings for my sister. Yes?”

She’s taken aback and almost ready to deny it when she remembers that she isn’t exactly subtle and the only person that really doesn’t know about her crush on Cass, is Cass herself.  “Yes,” she answers, surely this time.

“And what do you intend to do about it?”

“Is this a shovel talk? Are you...are you really about to warn me?” she cackles despite his murderous little face, “You never did this when I was with Tim.”

“You and Drake were a mess, it wasn’t necessary,” he waves a hand in her direction, dismissing the thought. “And no, Brown. I do not need to warn you about what will happen if you screw up, you already know who I am. I’m merely... offering some advice.”

“Which is what?”

“If you wish to have a relationship with Cassandra, you’re going to have to swallow your stupidity and your fear and tell her that yourself. She will not come to you with a proposal, no matter how much you mope.”

With that he exits out the window, leaving her feeling like an open wound. The treads that she’s bound herself together by threaten to unravel on her living room floor, so she retreats to her bedroom and locks the door behind her.

Steph was a smart girl, she knew her friends were right. She knew the only way out of this sick hole of self-pity was to pick herself up and do what needed to be done. But rejection was just a cliff waiting for her to tumble over, and she wasn’t quite sure how she would ever be able to survive the fall.

She took a long, hard look at herself in the mirror. Breathed in her dishevelled hair, Dick’s old Gotham academy sweatshirt that she bummed from Tim after he stole it off Damian, and the stained sweatpants that she took from Harper’s clean laundry pile because she hadn’t gotten around to her own. She felt weird. Floaty. Like she was on the cusp of grief but she was being strong-armed by something else entirely, something delirious. It’s the flitting hope and anchor of lovesickness that had her sticking her ear pods in, music cranked up to full base as she twirled aimlessly around her bedroom. It was a cliched attempt at willing away the tightness of worry in her spine. It works, after a few songs. She sinks into it, almost gratefully, goes completely zen.

She doesn’t notice Cass until she stumbles into her. The window’s cracked open, letting in the cool night breeze of the city. Cass has her hands on Steph’s shoulders, righting her as she sways, a pretty smile tugging at her mouth. Even in her full Black Bat gear, hood pulled back, Cass looks like an unearthly thing, something good, something angelic.

“You’re sad?” she hums, swiping a hand up to Steph’s cheek, and if she had to die right there she’d be fine with that.

“No,” she lies, leaning into the offered comfort. “I’m fine.”

Cass presses a kiss to the sore bump on her forehead, tentatively, like she doesn’t know Steph is incapable of ever moving out of this moment. She takes the earbuds out Steph’s ears, plucking the phone out of her hands and taps until the music fills the room.

“I do owe you a dance,” she says, tugging Steph into a vague waltz.

She lets Cass manoeuvre her, hoping and praying that this is her salvation, finally. That the waiting will pay off, the waiting that she hadn’t even realized she was doing, will culminate into spilled feelings and she’d finally be able to look at Cass with the love-sick smile Tim saves for Kon, Bruce for Selina.

“I have to tell you something,” she inhales deeply, lungs filling with the smell of Cass’s favourite shower gel, sweat and leather. She’s giddy, as she says, “I should have told you sooner.”

“What is it?”

Cass’s forehead is pressed to hers, there’s a hand on her waist, a palm curved into her own and they're own personal, circle of moonlight haloing them. The words fill Steph’s mouth like bundled cotton, she hears Damian’s voice in her head—   “She will not come with a proposal,”— and remembers that Cass’ cornerstone of communication is tactile contact. She leans in, knowing fully well that of this advance was not wanted she’d be on her ass by now, and with as much grace as she can muster, presses a soft kiss into her mouth.

There’s a brief moment, not of shock but perhaps a beat to ground herself, before Cass is tugging her closer, flush against her and weaving a hand into her hair to keep her in place. Bitterly (and pettily) she thinks ‘Suck on that Conner Kent’ before her brain complete shorts out by Cass’ tongue slipping into her mouth. Her heart thuds away wildly against her ribs as Cass gathers her up in her arms.

It feels like days have passed when they finally break for air, noses brushing and lips bitten pink.

“I like you so much,” she admits, finally.

“Really?” Cass teases, soothing her hands down her spine. “I didn’t even notice.”

[guitarsandviolins]

Guitars and Violins II Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Bar Shinanigans

(Disclaimer!)

Before we get too deep into this chapter, the things that Marcus is doing are loosely based off my experiences with lesbian women. You'll see what I mean as you read this chapter. Enjoy.

Zoe was dragging Mako to her favorite spot in the city.

"This is where we normally escape from the hardships of the band," she said, "You're gonna love this place."

"I'm sure I am," said Mako.

Zoe opened the doors and there was a band playing.

The singer noticed Zoe.

"Hey its our favorite singer!" he said.

"Yes it is," said Zoe, "And we've got a special guest."

She introduced Mako.

"Oh my god!" said the guitarist, "It's the bass player from The Tone Benders!"

"That's me," said Mako.

"We thought to ourselves we just had to bring him here," said Zoe.

The bass player stepped down.

"Show us what you can do on a bass," he said.

Zoe brought him on stage and then whispered something in his ear.

"Ok, to shake things off we're gonna start off with an old classic indie tune," said Zoe.

The drummer counted down and the band started playing.

Under the Pressure by The War On Drugs

Zoe: Well the comedown here was easy Like the arrival of a new day But a dream like this gets wasted Without you

Under the pressure is where we are Under the pressure, yea it's where we are babe

You're the only one Like an illusion

When it all breaks down and we're runaways Standing in the wake of our pain And we stare straight into nothing But we call it all the same You were raised on a promise Found that over time Better come around to the new way Or watch as it all breaks down here

Under the pressure

While Mako was playing on stage with Zoe, he felt butterflies in his stomach.

Zoe was no doubt amazed at his skills on the bass guitar.

The lights were starting to flash around as Mako and Zoe got lost into each other's eyes.

"He's super good," Zoe said to herself.

"She has a beautiful voice," said Mako.

They continued to play.

Zoe: Well the break down here Stole it all the way across I wanna climb down the river Stranded on When you come here and I'm wasted Lying on a field Dancing in the rain Hiding in the back Loosening my grip Wading in the water Just trying not to crack Under the pressure Yeah that's where we are babe Under the pressure Woo!

They finished and the crowd cheered.

"Great job up there," said the bass player.

Mako was too busy looking at Zoe.

Zoe was looking back at him when he wasn't looking.

"We think we're in love," she said to herself.

Meanwhile Marcus was at another bar.

He was talking with his best friend Dori who was the videotaper of his band.

"You don't really think they're that bad do you?" asked Dori.

"Honestly I do," said Marcus, "I'm not sure if they're at the level they should be at in order to tour with us."

"You're missing the point of music Marcus," said Dori, "Its not about levels. Its about having fun doing what you love."

Marcus took a drink of his beer.

Meanwhile Korra and Asami were in the same bar drinking and laughing.

"And then Bolin literally thought he had to kick the kick drum," said Korra, "You should've seen the look on his face."

"Well he was young so," said Asami.

"True," said Korra.

She took another sip of her beer.

"Sweetie do you think you've had enough beer?" asked Asami.

"Ah don't worry about it," said Korra in a drunk tone, "I can handle more booze than people can think."

Her eyes were glued to Asami's boobs.

"My eyes are up here babe," said Asami.

"Its just…. You sure have big breasts," said Korra.

"I think yours are bigger," said Asami.

"What do you way we compare sizes," said Korra as her hands were near Asami's bust.

Asami's nipples started to get hard under the dress.

"Bleh, get a fucking room," said someone.

It was Marcus giving Korra and Asami the glare.

"Um who were you just talking to?" asked Korra.

"I know lesbians are stupid, but not deaf," said Marcus.

"Hey why don't you mind your own business you heckler," said Korra.

"Oh please, you lesbian women are all the same," said Marcus, "You treat us men like pigs and kick us to the curb to have your love fest."

"Whoa cool it man," said Blake.

"I'll cool it when these two women leave my sight," said Marcus, "There's no room for lesbians making out in this joint."

"Ok that's it!" said Korra, "Put up your dukes you fuckwad and let's fight!"

"Bring it on!" said Marcus.

Asami and Blake held them back from each other.

"Get your hands off of me," said Marcus.

"Korra calm down," said Asami.

"Yeah Korra," said Ike, "Don't forget he's the talent of this band. We need him in good shape for our the rest of our performances."

"I don't give a damn," said Korra, "He better learn some respect."

"Who does she think she is?" asked Marcus, "Its my opinion about lesbian couples and if I wanna insult them and call them names, then that's what I'm gonna do. After all that's what straights are here for."

Dori then confronted him.

"That's enough Marcus!" she said, "I can't stand anyone who thinks they're entitled to talk bad about lesbian couples."

"Me?" asked Marcus.

With that, she went back to the van.

"I don't understand why you can't let it go," said Blake, "It happened years ago."

"And the pain still lingers," said Marcus, "It just irritates me seeing all these lesbian couples, especially when they're the ones who made my life hell."

"You know, it makes me wonder why you never showed such fury when defending your girlfriend," said Ike.

Marcus punched him hard in the face.

"You mention my ex again, and I'll show you fury," he said.

He went back to the van.

[jokikudistrict]

THE FINAL EXECUTION: A ROBOT’S RETALIATION WITH RANCOR AND REVENGE - KEIICHI KOJIMA

Kojima’s vision blurred as he forced his eyes open. The strong yank had knocked the wind out of him, making it difficult for him to get up so quickly. As he stood himself up, the lights above him lit up to a familiar scene— he remembered working in a lab like this. Always busy with people running around him, with his coworkers talking and laughing amongst themselves. It was bizarre seeing that he was alone…

The door at the end of the lab opened. Two employees stepped in, wearing something odd over their faces. He recognized it as that Monokuma head that the first victim had died in— they remained silent as Kojima stared curiously at them. The atmosphere felt tense, but the man found enough strength in him to chuckle.

“Gentlemen?”

Their heads remained turned towards him, but they didn’t speak. Kojima squinted, pursing his mouth into a thin line.

The quiet air made it easier for Kojima to hear something curious. The gentle whrrrrrrrr- of machinery nearing, as well as heavy footsteps. Many of them. Soon, multiple other androids began to enter and the fill the room. Kojima found himself staring at all of the works he had busied himself with over the course of the district— his whole life. He surprised to see his more recent ones joining the fray, especially seeing them alive and moving.

To the others watching from the screen, those specific androids were not unfamiliar to them. Their classmates, everyone who had been murdered and executed during their time in the city, led the unfinished skinless robots behind them. Kojima raised his hands slowly with precaution, but it was useless for him to take any steps backwards. His creations were not only filling the room, but they were surrounding him. The sound of the door closing signaled that he was locked in, and he noticed that his androids were not empty handed.

Some of them carried knives, others carried bats and crowbars, with others raising their clenched fists towards their creator. They all moved bizarrely and grotesquely, with their limbs clicking and whirring at every second. He hadn’t intended on finishing them-- Ike had made it firm to him time and time again that they wouldn’t work, and Kojima had accepted that. Yet, they were all here before him now with emotions of their own.

Kojima closed his eyes tightly, grinding his teeth together. ‘That damned thing… did he plan this??’ He thought to himself. It was the only thing that made sense to him. Ike had a death wish against his creator since Jokiku’s game had started, but when would he have the time to plan all of this?

"Testing, one, two. Mmmm... nnnnn... All right! Nice!" Kojima opened his eyes to the voice coming from one of the students. Aina pumped a fist into the air, smiling. "Sorry for the technical difficulties, everyone. Aina Senki is back on-air!" Quickly, though, her face flattened into a more wry grin.

"Well, insofar as this isn't actually a rerun. So to speak. Seriously.... everyone tells you to drink water when it's hot, but nobody ever says that might kill you. It's the worst."

"Heh. But, hey, I'm back now! I'm back, and I think that's pretty good. I think my fans would agree too, right?" Aina did a small twirl in front of the other robots, flashing a V sign to the camera and holding the pose for a few seconds before covering her face with her hand.

Kojima stared at her, his expression growing pained by her words. What was she saying all of a sudden…? When she let it fall, she still had a smile, but her eyes were distant and resigned.

"Eheh. You… might not have had the worst motives, I guess, but, nnnnn… I, uh, think you should’ve maaaaybe thought a bit more. Doing this transference stuff against someone’s will, trying to play with life and death... You don’t get to make that choice. There’s, uh, someone who’s waiting for me outside. What am I gonna have to tell her now? Baka jiji."

Several of his robots walked up behind Aina, placing a hand on her shoulder to comfort her, Megumi included. Her expression was warm with an ever-present and pleasant smile. If this were a silent film, one might think she was simply chatting amicably with a friend from the way she smiled to Aina and nodded. But her voice rings out as she shrieks towards Kojima, and it's at odds with the entirety of her body language.

"Oh incredible, so first of all f-ck you, f-ck you! Thoroughly go f-ck yourself! The sh-thead that dragged us all into this is so much more of a worthless little b-tch than I thought!" Megumi says, with no more anger visible in her face than that of someone commenting on particularly sunny weather. All the same, her disconnected voice continues the tirade,while her smiling mouth moves out of sync. "You can choke on your reasons!! Mastermind retire b-tch!! You don't get to pull people out of their lives without consequences!!"

There was a cheer all around him as Megumi spoke, and sweat dripped down Kojima’s forehead. As Megumi held Aina out of the way of the faceless androids, Kojima spoke, “N- Now, now, there’s no need for… that sort of talk. Or for this sort of fight-- I’m not exactly in any condition for rough housing…” This didn’t stop the robots for readying themselves with their makeshift weapons, and Kojima bit his tongue. He dug through his coat pocket, pulling out a cloth handkerchief to wipe his face. He then wrapped it around the knuckles of his hand as he continued to speak, “I- I could work something out for all of you if you’d let me just walk out--”

He opened his eyes with sudden fiery, launching his fist towards one of the robots in front of him, knocking the head clean off its shoulders. The robots went into action as Kojima attempted to dodge them and punch anyone else in his way. His weakness however was attacked as one of the robots that had fallen swung their crowbar against his legs, knocking him down to his stomach as his chin bounced on the tile floor.

His vision blurred again for a moment, coughing as he felt three of the robots hold him down. Looking up, he could make out another student standing over him with a disgusted look over her face. Rachele scoffed as she said, "People here were killed because of you... I died because of you.” Her eyes met his, but it was as if she was looking past him. “I hope you rot in hell for this," she finished.

Haruna then came out behind, eyeing Kojima with more devilish intent. “Rotting in hell? I think I can get behind that, yeah! However…” She rocked back and forth on the heel of her shoes before being offered one of the bats that the other robots carried. Taking it in her hands, she continued, “I’m going to drag you to hell myself.” With a wind of her arms, she smacked the bat across the side of Kojima’s face as if playing a game of golf, then hitting it down over the top of his head with a disgusting crack.

That was enough of a signal for the others to join in. The robots that held him down before moved together to prop the old man up on his knees. Stella snuck up behind him, grabbing Kojima by the hair on his head in order to keep him looking forward. “You could’ve made this game so much more interesting if you had told us we were playing,” she drawled, the gears of her mouth clicking as it pulls her expression up into a smile as her eyes roll to gaze at one of the other robots, “but I don’t mind helping now. S'avère que vous êtes ennuyeux.” Kojima’s face and body was striked at repeatedly by everyone around him with their voices cheering along in a riot. The pain overwhelmed him into a near shock with his consciousness was just barely escaping him. He could feel his face swelling with blood as he was forced to gasp and cough with every kick to his gut. The second the scientist felt he was slipping out of it, cold water was thrown against his face.

He coughed and hacked, his senses coming back to him barely. A plastic cup fell to the ground from Alastor’s hand, and the young student sighed at the pitiful sight.

"Hmph,” he shook his head, “So it has come down to this, huh? You've trapped me in my worst, most hated fate. You- you technological people’s creations! I’m now what I once despised, huh…” As he would monologue, Alastor looked to his empty hand and attempted to stretch and curl his fingers just to watch it barely respond to his intentions. “I suppose this is my punishment for my actions? Bring me back home, only to rip it from me once again? For you forcing my hand to play along with your stupid game? Whatever. I don't care anymore.” He pointed his staff to Kojima’s face, just to hit him across the face and knock the loosened teeth from his mouth. "You've made a Grave Error, Necromancer Kojima! You may have turned us into enemies, but if there's one thing that brings enemies together, its to band together against those that made us so in the first place! I'll enjoy seeing you perish!"

“P- Please-- that isn’t what I--- this was supposed to be---”

The second Kojima tried to speak, he was met with everyone booing and heckling him, along with their voices distorting over themselves.

“This isn’t what you wanted?! Go f-ck yourself!” Matsukaze yelled over the noise with their hands cupped over their mouth. “I hope it hurts, old man!” Everyone in the room yelled along with agreement, and as they cheered, one of the androids that Kojima had attacked rose from the ground and walked over to him to stand in front of him with an expression of disappointment and disgust at the one who was supposed to be behind this grand scheme.

“Pathetic…. absolutely pat͠h̴ét̨ique…”

Héloïse’s voice dragged a bit as soon as she slips in her native tongue, though she didn’t seem to notice a change in her speech.“You capturing the best of the best in this country for your little experiment really did prove to be your biggest mistake. And bringing in my sister and I? Together? You i̢̧͏͘d̵́̕iớ̧̀t͝҉͘͝. Did you think even I would not figure you out? You left a cookie crumb trail for all of us to follow, it was like you wąnt҉e͞d͟ to be found out.” She touched the side of her face where Kojima had struck her with no sign of pain or bruising on her.

It was clear that the evenness of her tone was odd, considering the last time anyone saw the gymnast, she was anything but calm. Her face quickly morphs into the smile she’d wear when scheming. “Burn in the hottest flames of hell, and burn for eternity, Kojima. I’d be impressed at someone who can pull off such an amazing feat as a killing game… but at your p̴͟-͢͠p̵͟a̢th̷͡e̢͟͡tiç̧͏ age, your old, rotting mind couldn’t even think of — and execute — a successful plan for an idea as simple as that.”

Stella beamed at her sister, and the crowd erupted into more cheers as Héloïse swung her leg back and promptly kicked Kojima into his gut once more. He wheezed once more, his face wet with tears. He couldn’t admit it- he was too stubborn at his age now- but he knew that they were right. The one thing that he had been forced to do by superiors with constant threats looming over him, he wasn’t able to finish it properly. This final execution wasn’t grand or meaningful in the way that Otome Ito had debuted hers-- but did he really want that?

At this point, he preferred the silent death that his superiors promised him before.

The tense atmosphere and the accusations, as hot and searing as ever, were highlighted with the continued array of sounds.

A shout.

A kick.

A crunch.

A slam.

Another crunch, and another.

Crunch. Crunch.

Yeichi, relatively unperturbed, and to all extents absentminded to the dire situation quite literally boiling to the surface, squatted unnoticed as he fished out another cookie from the barely surviving elderly senior citizen that the surviving class had sent to his grave.

Stuffing another oatmeal raisin into his feeding hole, Yeichi freezes, quite shock at the revelation that Heloise presented, choking out an exclamation of horror.

“Whaft, coofie cwrumf twail?”

Oh no, he was consuming the evidence!

Hacking back out a mess of congealed brown matter and saliva promptly back onto the old man’s shoes, the self-proclaimed taxidermist huffed, looking quite cross with the duly accused.

“Yeah, what she said; you’re old and disgusting,” Yeichi barked, as if that was the pungent key point of whatever was being spoken about.

“The academy’ll hear about this and your dumb experiment or whatever will be through!”

Kojima closed his eyes, bracing for another attack. His chest heaved weakly, but he tensed when realizing that the crowd was lulling down into a silence. Everyone’s feet began to shuffle as they created space for another robot to walk towards him. Light footsteps came across the tile floor, and Kojima opened one eye before his eyes widened. She was supposed to be totally defunct. He had given up on her months ago. The androids stood still, as if just the presence of this specific creation was enough to pause their programming from continuing any further with their revenge and torture.

Otome Ito walked slowly towards the newfound mastermind, except her appearance was made done into the look of H!MECH@N. Her blonde hair bounced with each step, and in her embrace was a MonokumAI. Kojima sputtered, his eyes darting to her face and then to the ground, then back to her face. “H- How did-- who--”

Then he felt tears began to fall from his face. Stella’s grip went limp, and Kojima fell forward on his arms in front of Akedo’s mastermind as he sobbed. The one thing he had been trying to complete, he had given up at the last minute when urged by his superiors that it wasn’t enough. He didn’t have the information or skill to finish Otome’s progress, and somehow… she was right here in front of him.

Was this Ike’s way of mocking him? He had said so many times before that he would replace him and prove his talents, but he had taken it lightly as angst and jealousy.

“How could… this… O- Otome-san, what do you remember? What did he program?” He begged, but the android said nothing. Instead, she smiled, blinking with empty eyes.

Perhaps this was as far as she would go. He held himself up with his hands in his lap, trembling with blood on his face. Then her hand rose out to him.

She held a pistol forward to his face, and he froze. The android grinned, cocking it before resting her finger on the trigger. “Otome-sa---”

Her voice rang out in song with the star power of a newborn universe, “Bye~❤★! Bye~❤★!”

BANG.

BANG.

BANG.

BANG.

BANG.

BANG.

BANG.

His body had fallen backwards the second shot, but the android continued shooting with an empty grin. Her arm then fell to her side, and her eyes perked over to the camera that was displaying the execution to the surviving class. The idol looked over and waved with the gun in her hand, then her expression hardened to a glare before shooting at the camera.

The display went to static before shutting down.

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snow daze ☼ peter parker

summary : nothing beats winter in new york, except maybe walking to school in the snow with a certain peter parker. 

wc : 2.4k

author’s note : tags are under the read more and ik it’s august but it’s winter in my soul !

   There were people who dreamt of a Christmas in New York. People who sat by their windowsills, gazing past the confining glass screens and wishing to one day set their eyes upon a town blanketed by a mass of snow. In the city, it was a sight to behold and cherish. You go to Rockefeller Center and look up at the tree, lit with hundreds of lights and looking like a dream, and your Christmas in New York is complete. It was a thing of fiction for many people, but for you, it was the harsh reality. 

  You were not yearning for a white Christmas the way some people would. You were, however, hoping that your parents would surprise you with an impromptu vacation to the Bahamas for a month while the snow in your beloved city melted to more of a slush, whisking you away to a paradise where you were not forced to trek through the piles of snow surrounding your apartment building as you attempted to make your way to the nearest A train. 

    It was a miserable day, to be quite honest. You had forgotten your hat in your apartment after you had scrambled to get out of bed, you had underestimated the temperature outside and so you were wearing way lighter a jacket than you should be, and your jeans were soaking wet due to the way you had sunk knee deep in a pit of snow. This was absolute bullshit and you were ready to march back home, prepared to draw up an essay as to why you shouldn’t attend class that day until Peter Parker practically ambushed you in the middle of the sidewalk. 

  He had ran nearly a block to try to catch up with you. Peter had been waiting to take the train with you and walk with you to school for nearly two weeks now, but he had never gotten out of his apartment early enough, and if it wasn’t for his profoundly excellent eyesight, he probably would’ve spent another day walking alone. The sight of a boy dashing down the street with his jacket blown open by the wind and a ridiculous hat pulled down over his ears was enough to make anyone laugh, but you had been too preoccupied with fuming to hear his thunderous footsteps behind you. He nearly knocked you over when he finally caught up to you, his cheeks rosy from the bitter wind nipping at his face as he ran and his breath coming out in harsh pants. 

   “Oh my God!” You whipped around, taking a step backward and holding a hand to your heart. He did a little shrugging motion, somewhere between an apology and pleased with himself for managing to surprise you for once. 

   Grinning, he fell into step beside you, though not easily due to the random, deep pockets of snow that covered the path ahead. He bumped his shoulder against yours. “Not God, just me, though it’s been said that we’re practically the same thing.” You laughed, bumping his shoulder back. 

   “No one has ever said that, and no one ever will,” you replied, pulling your sweater down over your hands for more warmth. Peter examined your attire with a shake of his head.

   “You realize it’s not fall anymore, right?” He quirked an eyebrow, and you rolled your eyes in response, gesturing a hand at the mountain of dirt stained snow piled in front of an apartment building. 

   “Nah, didn’t notice at all.” You huffed. You crossed your arms, trying to preserve as much warmth as possible. “Especially ‘cause of the snow that’s starting to come down now, really throws a girl off.” As you said that, the puffy white flakes fluttered down and landed in your hair. Peter, ignoring the blatant sarcasm, pulled his hat off his head. “You didn’t gel it down today?” 

   “Nope,” he said, catching your wrist in your hand and forcing you to stop. “Didn’t feel like it.” Also, you said you like my hair when it’s curly, I heard you talking to Michelle. So here I am. Do you realize this yet? He stretched the hat out before plopping it down on your head, tugging it so that it covered your eyes. You lifted it back up, staring up at him questioningly. “You’re gonna catch a cold. The snowflake hair look is cool, but your health is better.” He said it because he knew it sounded ridiculous, and because he was sure you’d affectionately punch his arm or something and he liked the fuzzy feeling in his stomach that he got whenever you touched him. 

   “That’s lame,” you said, just the way he had expected. You smiled slightly at his ruffled mop of hair, reaching up to tousle it in a way that he supposed he should have found irritating, as it made his hair even messier than it had been before. “Nice hair.” 

   You turned to continue walking, pulling him along with you as he smiled smugly to himself. He tugged on a lock of his hair, the strand that had settled in the middle of his forehead defiantly. “Oh, you like it? Didn’t know that. Thanks.” You headed down the steps of the 71st avenue station, a little past Queens boulevard. You only needed to ride it one stop, but it was better to waste the $2.75 on your metro card than continue trudging through the snow with a murderous expression adorning your face. You boarded the F train together, Peter managing to find the only open seat and sliding into it quickly, laughing at the face you made at him. You took a step forward to grab onto the pole in the middle of the train but it lurched forward suddenly, and you surely would have been thrown to the other side of the car if Peter hadn’t grabbed your arm and pulled you backwards into his lap before you could embarrass yourself even further. The trains were tricky, and he knew you had more of a knack for falling down than anyone else. 

   You exhaled, turning your head to stare at Peter. He was staring back with a sheepish expression, the tip of his nose pink. “Thanks Peter,” you smile, patting his shoulder. His arms were still secured around your waist when he shrugged, appearing utterly nonchalant even though internally, he was sort of screaming. Sort of. “When did your reflexives become so good? You struggle to do one push up in gym, no offense.” Oh, you know, just when I become Spider-Man. I save Queens daily. I saved you once but you didn’t know. Should I tell you? Probably not. One day. 

  “Oh, um, you know, I need good reflexives so I can save your clumsy self from tripping down the stairs at school every day,” he lied not so smoothly, giving your knee a little tap. You nodded thoughtfully. Seemed simple enough. “You can keep sitting here, if you want.” 

   Mistaking this for sarcasm, you went to move. “Oh shit. Sorry Peter, I’ll get up.” Surprising himself with his own confidence, he pulled you back. “What are you doing?” 

   Peter didn’t know what to say to this. Just savoring the feeling of you on my lap? Too creepy, and too exposing. You’d sound like one of those cat callers on the street, the ones she screams back at with vicious insults and creative threats. Get it together, Peter. “You needed a seat and, uh, you know, this one is… available. I wasn’t being sarcastic or anything.” He winced as soon as the words came out of his mouth, moving his head to play it off like he just wanted to look out the window. There was nothing to even look at it. It was dark. 

   “I’ll take it then,” you said softly, and, for his sake, you pretended not to notice how embarrassed he was that he had said what he did in the first place. He was endlessly thankful for that, because the fact that you were sitting on his lap right now was enough to make him sweat through his winter clothes even though it was below 25 degrees fahrenheit. If you had started teasing about him saying that his lap was an openly available seat, he most likely would have imploded. Before either of you could say anything else to shatter the silence that had settled there, the train screeched to stop again, and Peter’s grip on your waist tightened. You glanced down at his hand, sitting there on your waist, a fist bunched in the sweatshirt you had thrown on in this morning not knowing how fucking deathly it was going to be outside. You stood up when the doors opened, your hand absentmindedly wrapping around Peter’s wrist as you pulled him up toward the doors with you. 

    “If you’re still cold I can give you my jacket, I don’t mind,” Peter said, glancing down at your hand, locked on his wrist. You bumped into someone as you turned around, giving them a quick apology. 

   “Peter, stop giving me your clothes-” Before you could finish your sentence, a guy cut in between you two, your hand slipping from Peter’s as he abruptly interrupted the conversation. 

   “Hey, you and your boyfriend are cute, but the PDA is too much. Lay off for a second, yeah? It’s uncomfortable.” The guy clapped Peter on the shoulder, then swiftly exited the car, leaving you and Peter to stumble out, flushed with embarrassment because while the guy was leaving, you had called out, “He’s- he’s not my boyfriend, actually!” 

   Okay, am I that bad? Does she seriously think I’m that, like, repulsive? Oh, God, she hates me and I made her sit on my lap. I’m awful. And creepy. Ew. I’m sweating too much. Is that why she doesn’t like me? Because of the sweat? I need new cologne. 

   You two trekked the rest of the way to school in awkward silence, as opposed to the tranquil one that you had felt on the train. You had Peter’s hat still tucked over your head and to be honest, you were in desperate need of his jacket at the moment. But you knew the words you had said on the train, shouted at the retreating man’s coat with such ferocity, had wounded Peter a little. You hadn’t meant for it to come out so harsh, like you could never be his girlfriend or that you hadn’t ever thought about it, not even once. You had thought about it on multiple occasions, in multiple scenarios. It just wasn’t the reality. 

    You were around the corner from your school when Peter turned you around and placed his jacket over your shoulders. “You’re gonna need it,” he said, stepping away from you. 

    “Huh? Why?” In replacement of a proper answer, a verbal one that is, Peter gave you his signature saccharine smile and threw a snowball at you, laughing when you shrieked, your hands flying to zip up his jacket. He was nearly doubled over with laughter when a snowball landed in his hair, the white flakes sticking to his curls and dampening his hair. 

    “Hey!” He exclaimed, wiping the snow off his hair frantically. “I have a look I need to uphold!” He launched another snowball at you, hitting the side of your leg. 

   You threw one back and hit his shoulder, laughing hysterically. “Look? What look, Peter? The disheveled curly mess look?” 

     He stopped, a half made snowball in his hands that was already beginning to melt. “You like it, don’t even lie.”   

   Instead of replying, the way he had done earlier, you chucked another snowball at him, and it was soon a full blown war of flying snow and screams of laughter, messy hair and flushed cheeks and the nothing but the brightest of grins. “We’re gonna be so late, oh my god,” you panted, your hands practically frozen from the amount of snow you had picked up. 

   “We’re geniuses, we’ll deal with it somehow,” he answered, watching your hands. He moved closer, taking his sweater sleeves and pulling them over his hands, then grabbing your hands in his and slipping them underneath his sleeve. “Just ‘cause you’re cold.” When you smiled up at him thankfully, your cold hands squeezing his, Peter knew that if he didn’t kiss you right then and there, he’d regret it for the rest of his life. You take a step closer to him, because you knew that he’s thinking the same thing you are and you need this, too, but you slip on a sheet of ice. This time, he doesn’t catch you, he falls right down alongside you. You land on your back with a groan and he lands on top of you, hoisting himself up so that he’s able to hover over you. 

     “Y/N, I have to ask,” he sighed, biting his lip, then continued, “why’d you sound so offended when that guy said that we were dating? Would I be that bad to date?” There was a slight pout to his lips as he looked down at you, his hands beginning to shake slightly from the pressure of holding himself up. “’Cause I kind of have a confession to make, depending on your answer.” 

   You place your arms around his waist and he falls down on top of you, his eyebrows raised in surprise, but he wasn’t one to complain about the position he was in. “You’d make a wonderful boyfriend, Peter.” 

   “Your boyfriend, maybe?” He tilted his chin, lips inches away from yours. 

   “I could get behind that.” Soft lips met yours, but Peter was smiling so hard he could barely do it right. Your hands moved to his face, tracing over his dimple. It was perfectly impossible to resist smiling back into the kiss. The snow was still falling, falling, falling, but neither of you deigned to move. He took a deep breath before opening his eyes, face still bright. 

   You continued your walk to Midtown holding hands this time, well aware that you were twenty minutes late but too blissed out on the kiss to even pretend to care. “I like being called darling.” 

   “What?” 

   “If we’re gonna do the whole boyfriend and girlfriend thing, you need to call me darling. It’s a deal breaker, Parker.”

   He knew you were joking around with him, but he still shook his head, playfully rolling his eyes as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You said weird stuff like that all the time, it was no different now than it had been yesterday, except this time he was your boyfriend, and if it was going to make you happy, he’d call you darling for the rest of your life. “I could get behind that.” 

tags : @spideyyss @parkerroos @toms-spidey @captainswriting @ladysnowren @tomhollandisthicc @underoosie @focused-on-holland @marvelsdaughter @amatory-horan @iusethistoreadfanfics @bihaza @theclonewarss @skymoonandstardust

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Detective Genius: Part 7 of 8

Chapter Seven: The Justice-Selling Nurse and the Case of the Stinky Stairs

Synopsis: Yoon is a financially struggling nurse and recognizes a trauma victim, Taejun, as someone from his boarding house. The victim’s brother, Kyoga, suspects foul play and offers Yoon money to figure out who caused this. The landlord, Soo-won, discourages Yoon from getting involved, but in order to support himself and his adoptive father Ik-soo, Yoon investigates the suspicious other residents--and then some. Genre: Modern Day AU, (Attempted!?) Murder Mystery in Classic ‘Who Done It?’ Style, General. Could be read as comedy, drama, or melodrama. Words: 2,357 Warnings: I don’t kill anyone, but I do make them suffer a little (sorry, Taejun, somebody had to be the victim). Probably nothing that would make people squeamish, as the focus is on the plot. Find the other chapters in the master post.

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I was momentarily stunned. Why would anyone punch Jaeha in the face? Was it Hak? Did Hak have a reason to keep Jaeha out of this? 

Ik-soo looked over at me with a struggle but also a doubt about where I had disappeared to and said, “Sorry, Yoon, I was trying to tell him you need your rest and he should take him to the hospital instead…”

“Where is he?” I asked Kija, ready to get to work. We left Ik-soo behind and took the elevator up to the fifth floor, and because Kija had left the door unlocked, we wasted no time in getting in. His room was full of white furniture so basic that it seemed no one had ever taught him the meaning of decorating, so Jaeha’s sprawling form on his bed stuck out like a cactus in a barren dessert. His left cheek was swollen, and he was moaning and holding his stomach as he rolled this way and that. His eyes were glazed and unfocused, and he didn’t seem to notice when we came in.

I didn’t know where to start, and looked to Kija for answers.

He gulped and stared at the man on his bed. “I had a bad feeling about him and found him in the stairwell,” he said as I got to work assessing Jaeha’s vitals and helping myself to Kija’s miniature fridge to find something cold to put against his cheek. Kija went on, “His room was locked, so I carried him back up here.”

“You carried him?”  

“Yes,” he said, changing tones as he caught me staring at him. “He said he heard something in the stairs and went to check it out, so that’s where I found him around the 4th floor. I went down the staircase first, but then when I couldn’t get in, I went back up here, and then back down to get your help.”

“You carried him by yourself, up the stairs?”

“Yes. Is that strange? Oh, I suppose it is, I should have used the elevator.”

“This isn’t making any sense, Kija. Back up and slow down.”

Jaeha howled with pain and clenched his stomach tighter. Kija took a breath and started over. “He came up here a couple hours ago to tell me about everything with Hak and Taejun. We talked for maybe an hour or so. He’s a pretty nice guy once you get to know him. Then when he said he was going back to his room, he said said he heard something and he wanted to check it out. He was already acting strange before that, though.”

“How so?”

He frowned as he pondered. “He was acting very loose and friendly with me.”

“Can you be any more specific?”

“Leaning against the wall like he couldn’t stand up straight, keeping his face very close to me. Touching my hair. Then he started shaking his head and moving away and laughing, and muttering something under his breath like his was confused, and then some sound caught his attention so he stopped, and then told me to go to bed while he looked for clues. I went back to my room, but for some reason, it bothered me.

“I’ll say.”

“Then I think I heard a loud noise, and that was when I ran down to check.”

“Did you see anyone else there?”

“No.”

I lowered my voice. “Have you seen Hak at all?”

“No, not since yesterday.”

Jaeha grimaced and sweat poured down his face. “It wasn’t Hak,” he squeezed out.

“Hey, you’re alive. Who was it, then?”

“Some… big guy…”

“Big guy?”

“…Nice ‘n… scruffy… like a pira---bleeghh!”

Kija and I scrambled to get Jaeha to the bathroom over the toilet. As he bowed before the porcelain throne, I looked back to Kija. “Were you guys drinking up here or something?”

“No, we only had some snacks.”

“A punch in the face shouldn’t do this. If it wasn’t alcohol, then my best guess is poison.”

“Poison!? He’s been poisoned!?”

I didn’t give myself half a second to think about it, but it sounded plausible—after all, we were already trying to track down an attempted murderer, why wouldn’t they try some other methods if someone was on their trail? “They tried to silence him!?”

“But… but who would have had poison? P… poison comes from plants, right?”

“Yuno! Oh, gods, but why would Yuno poison him?”

“Yuno? She’s the woman across from Yona on the fourth floor, right?”

Jaeha mumbled and stirred, his eyes were unfocused and his head was unsteady. “That’s right, her name’s Yuno… I think…”

Kija and I drew closer. “You think…?”

“I think I…”

“You what?”

He squinted, staring out at the distance. “I think I was flirting with her boyfriend.”

“…wait. You mean Geun-tae?”

“Uh-hhmmnn.”

“Jaeha! How lewd! No wonder she poisoned you!”

“No! No, wait, wait, stop!” I shouted. “Yuno wouldn’t do that. Geun-tae probably punched you thinking you’re the pervert who had been bothering her.”

“Wha...?”

“Jaeha!” gasped Kija. “You’re a pervert?”

“Actually, now that I think about it, you probably are. Her room is right above yours, so she probably overheard those porn DVDs.”

“Pornography!?”

“Hey!” snapped Jaeha. “Those are works of art! And I only bring over consenting, conscious adults—bleeeggghhh—”

“For crying out loud,” I slapped a hand against my forehead. “He obviously didn’t consent. Why were you flirting with him in the first place? Was this really an appropriate time?”

“I don’t know,” he whimpered into the toilet. “I don’t even know. He’s not even my type! Ohhhh, just let me diiiiiie.”

“Don’t die in my bathroom!”

Jaeha yelled again in pain as he clenched his stomach, and I opened my mouth to tell him he’d be fine when--

“Who’s dying?”

“Ahh!” Kija and I both jumped. Hak was standing in the bathroom doorway, looming over us with his arms folded and a scowl across his face. Kija stood right up to face him with a claw-like fingernail against his chest. “Hak! What are you doing wandering into my room?”

“You’re the one who left the door open and started making all that racket. What’s going on here?”

“I’m die… dying…”

Hak gave Jaeha a calculating glance, then glared back at Kija. “What did you feed him?”

“Feed him? You think I’m the one who would poison him?”

“Yes!” he barked back. “What did you bring back from your grandmother this time?”

“This time?” I looked between the two of them. “Kija, what snacks did you and Jaeha have?”

“White Dragon Cookies, from my granny.”

Hak marched into the kitchenette and came back with a white box laden with tissue paper. “Are these them?”

“Yes. But don’t do anything to them, I haven’t had one yet.”

“That’s why you’re not the one with your head in a toilet!”

“Let me see those,” I stood up, then took a whiff of one of the thumb-sized sweets. For cookies, they were very shiny. The noxious smell immediately made me light-headed and recoil from the box. “Ungh! Ahgh! What is in those?”

“Granny only said they were baked with love.”

“Ahhhhh!!” Jaeha screamed, his eyes wide and fang-like teeth gleaming. “They were an aphrodisiac! No wonder! Uunghh!”

“Whatever they were, they’re rancid now. No wonder Jaeha got sick. Why did you even put those in your mouth?”

Kija fumed. “Don’t insult my granny’s cooking!”

“Insult them?” Hak’s eyes flared. “Whatever you brought home last week was even worse. What was that candy supposed to be?”

“Candy?” I darted my glance back to Kija, who was starting to shrink away under everyone’s stares.

“It was… last week I was felt like I was going to catch a cold, so she gave me cough drops.”

“Cough drops are medicine, Kija! Hak,” I looked back at him. “Did you eat one?”

“Yes. I left it on my counter and then noticed it again on Tuesday, so I popped it in my mouth and didn’t think anything of it. It started kicking in a couple hours later,” he trailed off, cheeks blushing as he called to mind the events of that day.

Kija’s face went as white as his sheets. “Oh… Oh, Hak, I’m sorry.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Those have a very short shelf-life. I should have told you to eat it right away that night, on Saturday.”

Hak looked wild-eyed at Kija. “You knew they’d do that?”

“I-I don’t know what it did to you, but knowing how a few of my cousins reacted to them while we were growing up, I…”

“Kija!” I yelled. “What is your grandmother, some kind of drug distributor?”

“No, she’s a chemist.”

“Damn it, Kija! It’s your fault I’m getting treated like I’m a criminal!”

“But you are!” he clenched his hands into fists and shouted back. “We all know what you did to Kan Taejun!”

“Kija—”

Hak was silent. I started to shake as I looked between them. If Hak wanted to, he could very easily put a hole through any of our faces. Even Jaeha was looking more nervous than pained as he stared up, waiting for someone to speak again. Hak blinked, then said, “You mean that I punched him?”

“Aha!” Kija shouted. “You admit it! You’re the one who beat him up in the alley last night!”

“Kija, stop—”

“I won’t stand for getting accused of something I didn’t do,” Hak glared back. “I haven’t even seen him since I hit him on Tuesday.”

“Wait!” I shouted, putting my hands up between them. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Now let’s all sit down and sort this out calmly, please.”

**********

We relocated back to Kija’s bed. Kija and Hak dragged Jaeha back over and I helped to make him more comfortable. He seemed like he was in a little less pain than before, but his face was still green with misery. I asked if he was going to be sick again and said, “Yoon, you stink.”

“Sorry. I haven’t had a chance to shower yet.”

“Kind of like… the stairs…” he trailed off and closed his eyes.

Hak paid close attention and Kija stayed respectfully quiet as I explained Taejun’s injury, Soo-won’s approach to the situation, Joon-gi’s recollection of the details, as well as Jaeha’s recollection that Yona and Taejun had been arguing.

Kija’s fist tightened. “He’s such a slimy jerk. I hate to say it, but he had it coming.”

“Punching him felt good, I’ll admit.”

“Let’s start there,” I suggested. “Hak, you ate the cough drop from Kija on Tuesday morning, correct?”

“A little before lunch, yeah.”

“And then it started making you antsy a couple hours later, so you went for a run, right?”

“Yes.”

“Kija, was this also the day you came home to find Taejun bothering Yona in the elevator, right?”

“Yes. It was around 4:15. I yelled at him and he was spooked and ran out the front door. I offered to help Yona more, but she said she didn’t need me because she has Hak.”

He perked up. “She said that?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“And Hak, around what time did you punch Taejun?”

“Probably around 4:15.”

“And neither of you have seen him since?”

“No.”

“I haven’t, but how can we believe you, Hak? Yoon talked to Soo-won, and he said you two have conflicting alibis!”

Hak raised an eyebrow to me. “Come again?”

“When I asked where you were yesterday evening, you said you were working out. Soo-won didn’t know how you answered and said you were in his room.”

“And you were in a rush to shower when you got back last night—very suspicious!”

Hak looked befuddled for a moment, but then he hit his fist in his palm. “Ah! I see what you mean. I was in Soo-won’s room. He got a treadmill and weight set and invited me to go try them out with him. I was all sweaty after using the treadmill.”

“Oh, really?” blinked Kija. “I knew his apartment was bigger. It really fits that much?”

“Yeah. I didn’t think it would, but it’s a nice set-up.”

“Oh. Maybe he’ll let me try it out sometime too.”

“How about Yona?” I asked. “Did either of you talk to Yona since the incident with Taejun on Tuesday?”

Hak frowned. “I talked to her later that night, but I was still feeling weird. I…” he averted his eyes and turned red, “I was getting in her business too much. At one point I pinned her against the wall.”

“You what!?”

“Down, Kija! Was that it, Hak?”

“Yeah. That was when I knew something was wrong with me, and I went to sleep early after that.”

“Have you seen her since then?”

“I tried to apologize to her on Thursday. She didn’t want to hear it.”

“Was that all?”

He frowned and continued in a lower voice. “I tried to find out who she’s been hanging out with lately. She doesn’t want to say who.”

“That’s none of your business anyway,” Kija scoffed.

“I was worried about her safety! Anyway, we argued again, so I haven’t seen her since.”

“I haven’t run into her either.”

“And what about the pervert?” Hak pointed to Jaeha.

“I’m pretty sure he hasn’t talked to her or to Taejun,” I said. “But I talked with her in her apartment this morning.”

Hak sharpened his glance at me. “And?”

“They did have some kind of argument. Yona didn’t want to talk about it,” I said, feeling my words get quieter as I tumbled toward what was sounding closer and closer to the truth. “But a homeless person who witnessed it happen in the alley did.” I pulled out the shard in my pocket to show them and finished, “He said this was what hit Taejun. It came from the fourth story window.”

Kija simply stared, but Hak pursed his lips and fell into his own thoughts. I gulped and waited for his response.

“We should go down and talk to Yona.”

“I agree.” “What? Right now?” Kija looked between us. “It’s so late! I don’t get it. Why?”

“You stay here with Jaeha. We’ll take care of this.”