#just dance during our lunch breaks. and by ‘play’ i mean we used the classroom projector to cast youtube videos of the game djdjsjsks

[fleeceyang]

me + my 15 regular oomfs + drop-in dance class. oh and electrolytes

[theskzvibe]

MIXED UP JAKE SIM

CHAPTER 5

it was the day after the exam, and to be honest you were still feeling quite giddy at the thought of a secret admirer. this morning you came to school with sunoo and niki because giselle was unfortunately sick. and knowing your best friend, she had to make a scene about it, but you love her for her dramatics. she also begged you to take niki to school because he absolutely loathes the bus. in the car, niki took the aux and played music, mostly rap, which contrasted from your’s and sunoo’s playlist consisting of twice and red velvet. you actually enjoyed niki’s music, but from the corner of your eye you saw sunoo pouting, making you chuckle silently. at school niki thanked you and ran off to meet his soccer chad buddies while you and sunoo went to your lockers. “so y/n, who do you think left you that drink?” sunoo beamed. “hm, I don't know. but a part of me thinks its sunghoon, because when I picked it up he was watching me. but I kind of hope it was from him.” you put your books from your bag into your locker. sunoo nodded, “yeah. I kind of think its Jake though, because you used to be obsessed with strawberry milk in elementary school, remember? you had to have it everyday or else you would throw a fit.” sunoo laughed at the memory. “yeah that's true. he would sit with me everyday at lunch when we were little” you noted. “yeah you guys were good friends then, until I replaced him as your favorite boy in middle school!” he stated proudly. “yes sunoo you are my favorite boy” you hit your shoulder to his playfully. “and it will remain that way!” he slammed your locker shut and walked you to physics. when you both arrived at the door, Jake was waiting outside the classroom with sunghoon, and sunoo gave you a look. “hey y/n! oh hi sunoo” Jake waved at you, and you said hi back. “mmm hey jake. sunghoon. okay bye bestie!” sunoo said while he walked to his class. Jake then ushered towards the door and held it open, per usual. “thanks jakey” you smiled, and jakes heart went into overdrive from the old nickname you used to call him. him and sunghoon followed you into the classroom and towards your desks. “you guys down for a study session again tonight, after practice?” Jake questioned while you all sat down and unpacked. “that sounds good. we are starting a new topic today anyways, might as well get a head start” you said and sunghoon playfully rolled his eyes “why can’t we just have a break. this class makes my brain hurt” he said putting his head on the desk, and you and Jake laughed. “we will when we pass this class. don’t worry hoon, it will be over before we know it.” Jake commented while patting sunghoons head that was still on the desk. “says Jake, the one person who actually enjoys physics.” sunghoon groaned. “hey y/n you like physics too right?” Jake flashed a smile at you. suddenly you felt your face heating up, “I mean once I understand the topic, then it becomes more enjoyable. but biology was the best science class.” you stated. “I agree. and if you like chemistry, you’re an actual psychopath.” sunhoon claimed while finally picking his head up and making eye contact with you, creating butterflies in your stomach. you all laughed at sunghoon’s statement, and then you gasped remembering something. “oh guys, you have a game this weekend right? our dance team will be performing during halftime!” you mentioned, and the boys both gleamed. “that’s so cool” sunghoon smiled and you looked away, suddenly shy. “im excited” Jake said catching your attention, and you smiled in return.

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dance practice went well, it was a little slow because Giselle, the mood maker of the team, wasn’t there. you guys perfected your choreography to be performed at the soccer game. it was a tiring practice, and everyone was beat by the end of it. you had a lot of floor work as well, so your body was aching a bit. you bit your goodbyes to the team after jungwon gave you some Advil for the pain this practice caused. you headed towards the gym to meet up with Jake and sunghoon for your study session, or as sunoo likes to call it “date with the ‘best looking guys in our class’ besides him of course. 

Jake was waiting outside the gym, but by himself? he waved at you and you jogged over, “hey Jake, where's sunghoon?” you looked around for him. “oh he is working on a group project right now for his Japanese class, but he said he would try to join us after.” Jake scratched behind his ear suddenly feeling a bit awkward, a habit of his you always recognized. you felt a little disappointed, but nonetheless, you enjoyed spending time with Jake, and you felt joyful that you were finally becoming close to him again. “anyways, you ready to go?” he asked and you nodded. on the way to the cafe you two made small talk. “how was soccer?” you asked while he opened the cafe door for you. “good, we did some drills and practiced the plays for this weekend. how was dance practice” Jake responded while you two set your things down at the table and you both sat down and took out your notes. “it was a successful practice, but very draining” you giggled. you sensed that Jake was about to stand up so you abruptly beat him to It and got on your feet. “last time you paid, and there was five of us. so let me pay this time. please” you pleaded, making Jake melt. “okay but then you have to promise to let me return the favor soon.” he smiled at you, and you nodded. he then stuck his pinky up in the air and you gave him a questioning look until you realized what he was trying to do, and you interlocked your pinky with his to complete the pinky promise. “the usual?” you asked getting your wallet out and he nodded. you got the drinks and arrived back at the table, putting the drinks down. “thanks-”jakes smile faltered as he stared at you, making you feel small under his gaze. you followed his line of sight, to your knees. “y/n are you okay? what happened?” he asked gesturing to the awful state your legs were in due to the intense dance rehearsal. “oh yeah, my knees are just bruised from dance today” you nonchalantly stated. Jake still seemed concerned making you confused. “but you’re bleeding.” he pointed to your right knee that was in fact cut, and you didn’t even notice. “oh” you muttered while Jake stood up. “sit down” he gently pushed your shoulders down, so you were sitting in your chair. he opened his soccer bag, and took out his first aid kit. it was cute and had his name stitched into it. “you’re always prepared” you giggled, and Jake kneeled down in front of you and inspected the cut. “yeah my mom got it for me when I was younger for soccer, and I always make sure to have it. you never know when you’re gonna need it.” he chuckled. “yeah like moments like this” you giggled. “okay this is gonna burn a bit, so um you can squeeze my shoulder if you need to” he placed your hand on his shoulder. you muttered an “okay” as he gently cleaned the wound, put ointment on it and put a fresh band aid on it. “thank you so much Jake” you felt bashful in the moment. “of course. I don't want my y/nnie getting hurt.” he stated, and before you could respond to that he walked to the garbage and threw out his garbage. you placed your hand on your cheeks, and they were burning up, and you could imagine how red they were from his words. “okay lets get started on the homework!”

you both did the physics homework, and then did other homework as well as you both sipped your drinks and conversed. before you knew it, the cafe was closing and you both had to head home. time flies when your with Jake, and something about him made you love being in his presence. he ended up walking you to your car and bidding you a goodbye. after he left, you couldn't wipe the grin off your face.

MASTERLIST

chapter 4 - chapter 6

taglist: @zylenes

[karlajoyner]

Strawberry Lipgloss (Carrie Wilson x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys! This is my first girl x girl so I hope the requester and everyone else enjoyed it! I'm also working on my first male x male so I'm excited for that! Definitely my first time branching out into doing a lot more with my writing so I hope you guys are liking it so far. I'm working on an Owen smut next and trying to get through my requests! So thanks for reading!!💙

Requested by: lonelygranger (Wattpad)

Warnings: Bullying (kinda sorta)

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The final bell of the day rang signifying class was over. I stood up rushing out of the classroom knowing the hallways would be packed any moment with students trying to leave as well.

"Hey Molina" I heard a familiar voice call from behind me as I put my chemistry textbook in my locker. I sighed shutting my eyes. Turning around slowly.

"Carrie" I spoke through gritted teeth.

"Y/n. I just thought I'd remind you how much of a freak show you are like always"

"Thank you for that. Anything else?"

"Yeah. You should really keep your sister in check with her little hologram boy band. You know before she gets hurt" The girl said making sure to bump my shoulder as she passed by me.

I internally groaned hitting the locker behind me watching as she strutted away.

"Hey are you okay?" I heard my older sisters voice.

I turned my head to see her and her best friend rushing towards me in a panic.

"What'd that witch do to you now?"

"The same as always Flynn. Insult me bump my shoulder and walk away" I said using jazz hands to show the flatness in my excitement.

"I just don't understand why she has it out for me"

"It's all my fault y/n. I'm so sorry" Julie said as we walked out the schools front entrance.

"It's okay Jules. I'll be fine. You know I'll just continue to deal with Carrie for the rest of my high school years until you two graduate. I'll just continue let her to bully me. And I'll just continue cry myself to sleep every night because the pop princess that bullies the hell out of me also happens to be the girl I've had a crush on since my sister first brought her over the very first day of middle school"

I ranted watching my dads car pull up to the front of the school.

"We'll finish talking later" Julie said opening the front door and getting in.

"Call me if you two need anything"

"Thanks Flynn. See you later" Julie called after her best friend who walked in another direction.

"Bye Flynn!" My dad called after the girl as well.

"Mija are you gonna get in or am I just gonna hold up traffic all day"

I heard my dads voice from inside the vehicle. But my focus was on the blonde boy who had his arm wrapped around her shoulder. Her boyfriend. Clearly not wanting to be standing beside her while she chatted away with the rest of dirty candy.

"Hey get in weirdo" I sighed getting in the car, shutting the door behind me.

"What's your problem?"

"I'm not in the mood Carlos" I spoke to my little brother as we drove off.

"Ooo someone's a bit moody"

"Dad leave her alone. She's had a tough day" Julie explained.

"Nothing a little family movie night can't fix. What do you say kids?"

"I call dibs on picking the movie!" Carlos shouted before anyone else could call it.

I woke up the next morning with determination. Putting on my best outfit. Waking up extra early to do my hair. And I even put a bit more makeup than usual.

Carrie Wilson had been bullying me ever since her and Julie had that falling out and I was tired of it.

I don't know if it was the sugar adrenaline of the large amount of candy I had eaten the night before during the movie. Or if I was just that fed up with the girl but today I put an end to her once and for all.

I walked downstairs with a pep in my step. The smell of waffles hitting my nose.

"There she is my other beautiful daughter" My dad spoke handing me a plate of waffles.

"Hey dad"

"D-did you do your hair?" Julie asked as I took a seat beside her at the table.

"I did"

"Why?"

"Because my dear sister today I am a new person"

"A weird person"

"Carlos" My dad warned the boy.

"It's okay dad. Not even little Carlitos could ruin my mood today" I said pinching his cheeks.

Satisfied with his look of disgust I took a bit out of my breakfast.

"Okay who are you and what have you done with my little sister?" Julie questioned only earning a smirk from me.

"I'm only a year younger Jules but if you must know. Well your just gonna have to wait until lunch time" I spoke before continuing to eat.

Lunch time rolled around quicker than I expected. I had spent the whole morning mentally preparing myself until that bell rang.

Walking out of class I immediately spotted Julie and Flynn sitting at our usual table in the cafeteria. I smiled at them as they waved me over excitedly.

Slowly but surely I began to walk my way over to them with confidence only to be stopped by someone blocking my path.

"Well if it isn't the loner of the two Molina sisters. I mean seriously get some friends your own age y/n"

"I didn't hear you complaining before you and Julie fell out"

"Oh wow look at you. Finally sticking up for yourself" She smirked.

"And for your information I was just being nice. You were always annoying chasing after us" She spat. My heart breaking a little bit more than usual.

As if on cue Nick made his way towards us. Like many other times he tried to get Carrie to leave Julie and me alone.

But this time it was different.

I smirked at the girl in front of me taking her boyfriends hand. Pulling him close to and planting a kiss on his lips. Immediately hearing gasps from the people around me.

I pulled away watching Nicks face contort in confused daze.

And the look on Carries face was priceless. Her signature smirk was wiped off her face as her eyes glossed up.

I didn't get the chance to get a word out before I felt her grab me by the wrist and drag me away from the big scene in the middle of the cafeteria.

"Carrie let me go!" I shouted as she dragged me down the halls.

"Where are you taking me? Carrie!" I yelled as she opened an unfamiliar door shoving me inside.

Immediately assuming it was the music room. Noting all the instruments I turned back to the girl in anger.

"What are we doing here?" I asked as she shut the door behind us.

"Why would you do that?"

"Why do you think?"

"D-do you like Nick or something?"

She asked clearly ticked off.

"You think I like Nick? Seriously?" I asked as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Well do you or not?"

"Of course I don't. I only kissed him to get back at you" I watched relief wash over her face as we stood there in silence before I spoke again.

"You know? I'm just tired of your shit Carrie. You've been bullying me since you and Julie stopped being friends. I just don't understand. We used to get along so well. Then all of a sudden you hated me" I spoke leaning against the wall.

"I don't hate you" She stated my eyes falling onto her.

She quickly made her way towards me stopping a few inches away from me.

"W-what are you doing?" I whispered watching her eyes closely to see them looking down at my.....my lips?

"Just don't say anything for a second" I bit my lip as she slowly leaned in.

Taking the opportunity I met her halfway. Our lips dancing against each other's.

The taste of her strawberry lipgloss making butterflies erupt in my stomach.

I wrapped my hand around her waist pulling her closer. Smiling into the kiss as she pushed me up against the wall behind me.

I was first to pull away seeing a pink tinge take over he cheeks. No doubt my face had a similar hue.

"Can I say something now?" I asked as she playfully rolled her eyes.

"Yes y/n"

"I like you Carrie. A lot. I've liked you since I first met you. And I know your with Nick but-"

"But I was gonna break up with him anyways. We've been having problems for a while now"

"Really?" I asked fidgeting with the ends of her cropped cardigan.

"Yes really. Look I know I've been putting up this mean front but truth is I've always had a crush on you too. I just thought you would hate me when Julie and I fell out. Especially since she's your sister. I just thought you'd side with her. So I did what I do best. I played the mean girl" She spoke her eyes glossing up.

"Hey don't feel bad. I understand everything now. I know you and my sister aren't in the best of places right now but I'm sure she's gonna support this 100% like she always has" I spoke caressing her cheek. Softly smiling as she leaning into my touch.

"You think so?"

"I know so" I smiled pecking her lips once more. A grin plastering itself on her face.

"Your so beautiful" I simpered.

"You are too Molina. You look extra beautiful today with your hair and makeup done"

"You noticed?"

"I always noticed. And though you look amazing now you look just as good with your everyday makeup look. And no makeup at all for that matter. Maybe you could show me how you to do it sometime" She suggested gazing into my eyes.

"I guess I could give my pop princess a few pointers. Though you don't really need them" I said intertwining our fingers.

"I guess I should go break up with Nick. You know before someone catches us"

"I'll be here waiting"

"You better be. We've got a lot of catching up to do"

"It seems we do" I spoke before kissing her cheek.

"Maybe you could teach me some of your dirty candy moves" I proposed as she leaned her forehead on mine.

"Or you could just join dirty candy and learn with everyone else"

"Let's get one thing straight here Wilson. You're the star. And I'm perfectly okay with being your loving supporting girlfriend from the sidelines"

"Girlfriend? I like the sound of that" She grinned.

"So do we have ourselves a deal?"

"Yeah. Just as long as I get to call you my girlfriend"

"Sounds good.....but"

"But?" She asked her smile slightly faltering.

"Can we hold off on going public for a while?"

"Why?" She pouted.

"Well it's just your gonna break up with Nick and I don't want him to think it's because of us"

"But it is because of us" She stated making me send her a pointed look.

"Fine. I'm sure he won't mind but if you wanna hold off on telling people I guess we could play the best friend card for a while. But not too long. I want to show you off to everyone"

"And you will. When the time comes" I said pulling her in for a hug.

"My house after school?" I nodded watching her remove something small from her school bag.

"Here. So you could think of me while your in class" She spoke pinning a custom made enamel pin that read Dirty Candy.

"I always think about you" I stated hearing the first bell ring.

"We should go" I said as we walked to the double door separating once we exited.

I spent rest of the school day with a smile plastered on my face excited to see my newly found girlfriend after school.

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Up Next: Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Alex x Male Reader

Luke Patterson x Reader

Charlie x Reader

Jeremy x Reader

Charlie x Reader

Reggie x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

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[blogging-time]

When I Kissed The Teacher

Dialogue Prompt List – Long List My Fic Masterlist

Prompt: “Let’s drink wine and trash talk our co-workers.” - Logan and Roman. (Friendship) - Submitted by @louisthewarlock

Summary: Roman Crowne has just been dumped by yet another co-worker. Logan Sanders makes it his personal mission to console the heartbroken Spanish teacher while also convincing him to turn off that godforsaken ABBA soundtrack.

Warnings: Post Break-Up (Not Logince), Alcohol Mention.

Pairings: Platonic Logince/Foreshadowing Romantic Logince, Past Royality, Past Prinxiety, Past Roceit, Background Intruality.

Word Count: 1,688

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“Well this seems like a perfectly healthy and not at all counter-intuitive way to conduct oneself post break-up,” Logan remarked as he slowly entered the almost vacant looking Spanish classroom.

The sight awaiting him was that of his co-worker – Roman Crowne – sitting slumped over a rather busy looking table, his unusually messy head of hair tucked uncomfortably between his hastily folded arms. Surrounding him were various pages that Logan couldn’t quite decipher, as well as some familiar looking textbooks that Roman would use to teach his sophomore classes when the school board once again forbid him from making “Pan’s Labyrinth” an official part of the school’s curriculum. The most notable item at Roman’s disposal however had to be his mobile phone, as it was currently playing “When I Kissed The Teacher,” repeatedly on Spotify.

“You know most people actually knock before inviting themselves into a colleague’s classroom, right?” Roman half-heartedly muttered against the cheap plywood.

“Well you should know that most teachers actually prefer to work at their own desks instead of downgrading to a small student’s table. I guess we’re both just feeling a little unconventional today.”

With a heavy sigh and even heavier limbs, the Spanish teacher finally mustered up the energy required to pry his face off the aforementioned table. As soon as the pair made eye-contact, Logan couldn’t help but smile sympathetically at Roman. No matter how many times he found the man in this heartbroken state his tearstained face simply never failed to upset him.

“There’s a window,” Roman responded vaguely before Logan could even make an awkward attempt to console him. Then, upon recognizing the science teacher’s confusion, he unenthusiastically waved his hand and explained, “There’s a window embedded in the door to this classroom – I���m sure you’re well aware of it. Had I chosen to lay about and wail over my lost love at my own desk then surely any old passer-by could have caught me in my moment of lament.”

As sympathetic as Logan was towards his friend’s situation, he still couldn’t help but roll his eyes at how dramatic the man was being.

“Janus Marshall merely terminated his relationship with you, Roman. He himself is not deceased.”

“Hark! For his love for me is dead at least – dead and buried beneath the heels of some younger, prettier thing! Its ghost takes the form of the man I once danced with, and it taunts me as I pass him by in the corridor on my way to lunch.”

“Would you kindly stop and think rationally for five minutes instead of writing another soliloquy?” Logan may sound exasperated, but in reality, he simply hates seeing his friend’s thoughts spiral out of control like this. “Janus made it abundantly clear to you months ago that he would be migrating to England at the end of the year in order to teach Psychology at Oxford. Since neither of you were ever interested in long-distance relationships, I thought this break-up would seem inevitable to you.”

Roman visibly deflated upon hearing such a logical argument, yet somehow Logan didn’t feel victorious.

“I know… I suppose I just got a little carried away again. Deep down I’d honestly hoped we’d be able to make it work.”

“But why?” Logan asked, “Why would you allow yourself to get your hopes up time and time again? Every time you’ve dated a colleague your relationship has ended within six months or less.”

“Now hold on just a moment, Charles Rush-In! Just because I happened to date – and consequently was dumped by – a few of my colleagues doesn’t mean having a relationship with one is inherently flawed and destined to fail.”

“While your current statistics would highly suggest otherwise, that isn’t the part that concerns me the most. What concerns me the most is that you��re clearly upset or made to feel uncomfortable every time you’re forced to work with an ex-partner.”

“Name one example.”

“Patton Hart.”

“You mean the Home Economics teacher? I love Patton! Well… not in that way… not anymore at least… Yeah things were a little awkward at first… and then things got awkward again eight months later when he asked if I would be okay with him dating my brother… but both of us are on very good terms now!”

Logan quirked an eyebrow at that, but ultimately decided it was Remus’ responsibility to tell Roman about his current engagement plans.

“Okay then, what about Virgil Rae?”

“Ah yes, the English teacher who never stopped reading too much into things.”

“You and him seem to argue a lot.”

“To be fair we also argued before and during our relationship too.”

Logan clicked his tongue in perfect time with ABBA before naming, “Janus Marshall.”

“That’s a fresh wound! It’s hardly fair for you to twist the knife in that!”

“I can’t help but disagree considering you’re currently spending your lunch break marking papers and crying in your classroom just to avoid encountering Janus – something you wouldn’t have to do if he wasn’t your colleague.”

Roman couldn’t deflate anymore, so instead he was forced to sink further down in his admittedly rather uncomfortable plastic chair. Mentally he made a note to stop by the thrift store and his aunt Dot’s place after work to see if he could somehow acquire twenty-six cheap cushions that would make hour long lessons in these chairs more comfortable for his students.

“Why are you so determined to prove the successful office romance trope is unattainable?” he asked in a voice that already sounded so defeated.

“Why are you so determined to prove me wrong?” Logan countered.

Roman met Logan’s eyes for just a moment before completely averting his gaze. Logan coughed into his elbow for just a second in a manner that conveniently covered both of his cheeks. A minute passed, and neither man acknowledged either his or his co-worker’s sudden actions.

Eventually Logan decided to break that uncomfortable minute of silence with a sigh of his own.

“Do you have another class immediately after lunch?”

“Not today. I was supposed to be teaching Freshman Spanish for the next hour, but apparently Principal Sanders has called in a public speaker. I won’t have a class again until last period. How about you?”

“It appears I’m in a similar situation. I typically have the hour free after lunch on a Thursday until my Juniors come in for their Chemistry class at 2PM. If the circumstances today were any different then I would undoubtedly use this time to either grade my students most recent homework or to formulate a lesson plan for next week.”

“If the circumstances were any different?” Roman asked with a raised eyebrow and an only slightly watery eye.

“I have a bottle of Chardonnay in my car,” Logan answered. Then, upon recognizing the Spanish teacher’s concern, he quickly waved his hands and explained, “Your brother gifted it to me a few weeks ago, stating that it may help me to ‘loosen up around handsome men,’ - only he used far more vulgar phrasing than I. I can assure you that I would never drink and drive. I’ve simply never felt the need to consume alcohol since receiving the gift, and so I let the bottle sit forgotten in my car until now.”

“What? I haven’t driven you to drink already have I?” Roman joked, but Logan didn’t miss the way another silent tear disobediently slid down his still reddened cheeks.

Again, neither man acknowledged the sudden presence of emotion.

“Believe me, Roman, if any Crowne were ever going to drive me to drink then it would most certainly be that unfathomable brother of yours. My idea was more along the lines of… well…” The science teacher paused for a moment as he remembered how much more important Roman was to him than his reputation. “Let’s drink wine and trash talk our co-workers.”

Upon proposing the idea, Logan let out a nervous breath he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding. Despite the simplicity of their plan, inviting Roman to share a glass of wine with him during work hours just so that they could say negative things about their generally very respectable colleagues to him felt so deeply personal and borderline exhilarating.

Roman must have recognised how much the offer meant to Logan, as he too seemed shocked that the usually oh-so calm and collected science teacher would propose something so unorthodox.

“You want to share a drink with me now?”

“Well encountering your colleagues won’t be an issue after work hours – Perhaps if we start highlighting all of their potential flaws now, you’ll be less inclined to test fate and pursue another doomed relationship with one of them later.”

“Hey!” Roman shouted incredulously, but he was genuinely laughing now.

The sound was so infectious that his co-worker soon found himself chuckling quietly to himself.

“I’ll ask the canteen staff if they can spare two small cups so we don’t drink too much,” Logan offered, “Plus I keep more than enough spare change in my wallet at all times to ensure we can afford a cab ride home. We won’t be stranded here at school if you accept. All I ask in return is that you turn off that infuriating song – I’ve heard it more than enough times now, thank you very much.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Mr Berry,” Roman responded, his lips forming a playful smirk as he pretended to mull the proposition over. “What album would you suggest we listen to in its place?”

“How about ‘The Wall’ by Pink Floyd? I believe I still have that cassette sitting in my car right now, along with ‘The Dark Side of the Moon.’”

“Oh, wow…” Roman drawled as he blinked his eyes rapidly in only semi-feigned surprise. “I think you just aged ten years for every word you just said, Lograndad.”

“Of course, you can always just sit here and listen to the sound of Janus’ voice instead.”

“On second thought-” Roman announced, standing up rather quickly as he grabbed his nearby coat and bag, “-Pink Floyd sounds like an excellent choice. Why don’t you lead the way?”

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[magicalforcesau]

Fragments of the Garden - Origins - part 2

A companion collection to Dancing With Ghosts in Your Garden

(ao3 link)

Hogwarts was better than Satine could imagine. They’d been in school for just about a week now and she loved nearly everything about it. It was a Friday and she’d just wrapped up her charms lessons and was heading outside to meet with Cody who was coming up from the dungeons. He’d been promising to teach her how to play wizard chess and she’d promised to read over his essay for history if he’d meet up with her today. It had nothing to do with Satine avoiding the Ravenclaw common room and one Obi-Wan Kenobi at all, she was simply interested in learning more things. That was all.

“Potions is a drag!” Cody complained as soon as he caught up with her. The sun beamed down on them as they headed out the castle doors.

“It’s not all that difficult,” She considered, leading them to the edge of the lake.

“That’s because you spend all your time studying in the library,” Cody complained, “If all I did was study, I’m sure I-” He paused suddenly, squinting at something across the grounds, “Is that Kenobi?”

“Kenobi hasn’t left the common room for anything, but class all week,” Satine complained, “It can’t be him,” but as she turned to look, she realized it could be no one else.

He was still dressed head to toe in his perfectly pressed uniform, despite even Satine leaving her cloak in her room on such a hot day. As usual he looked almost out of place with all the other students milling around.

“He’s got a broom,” Cody said in awe, “That’s the newest Starsweeper model,” Satine squinted at the broom, but couldn’t see anything special about it.

“But aren’t first years not allowed brooms?” Satine’s eyes narrowed into a frustrated glare and Cody nodded.

“All the more reason to follow him and see what he’s up too,” Cody gave her a wide grin, “Maybe it’ll be enough to kick him out,” Satine nodded. She wasn’t sure being around Kenobi was their best use of a Friday, but she followed Cody regardless.

Obi-Wan led them to the Quidditch pitch and Cody and Satine snuck under the Hufflepuff section in order to eavesdrop.

“I must thank you again for allowing me to try out,” The way he spoke grated on her ears, it was that effortless sophistication that she remembered from his parents.

“How could I say no after Professor Dooku approved,” The girl he spoke to, Satine guessed, was the Quidditch captain. She was dressed in robes that she hadn’t seen before, but they were still the Ravenclaw colors.

“Ah, yes,” Obi-Wan trailed off, and Satine and Cody shared a glance.

“Well let’s get on with this, tryouts for 2nd-7th years will be next week, this doesn’t ensure that you get the position, but we can’t have you trying out in front of a crowd. It’s not fair to the other first years,” She ran a hand through her hair and Satine noticed with a bit of anger that he didn’t even have the decency to look sheepish.

“I understand,” He answered instead and they moved to begin try outs. Once they were in the air and out of earshot Cody grabbed Satine’s shoulder.

“He bribed his way into the team,” Cody looked angry now, “The captain’s right it’s not fair,” He stood up and Satine followed him out from under the tarp, “I’m going to Professor Windu with this. No, maybe I’ll go to Professor Dooku himself,” Cody had started walking towards the entrance.

“Cody!” Satine rushed to keep up with him, “Are you sure it’ll do any good?”

“I don’t know, but I need to find out,” Cody stopped just before the doors, “I’ll have to raincheck on our chess lesson,” Satine rolled her eyes.

“It doesn’t matter,” She started walking through the doors and he followed, “I can accompany you to Professor Dooku’s.”

“Actually, I think it might be better if I go alone,” He hesitated, “Everyone knows you hate Kenobi,” Satine paused.

“But if Professor Dooku-” She started.

“What seems to be the trouble here?” Coming down the stairs was Professor Qui-Gon Jinn. He raised an eyebrow at the first years, “I’m no Professor Dooku, but perhaps I could be of assistance?”

“It’s about Kenobi,” Satine spoke up before Cody could stop her, “He’s only a first year, but he’s being allowed to try out for the Quidditch team,” She looked to Cody so he could put in his own thoughts.

“This isn’t fair to the other first years, both Ravenclaw and the other houses,” He added. Qui-Gon stroked his beard a moment before answering.

“I didn’t think news would get out this fast,” He sighed, “Mr. Kenobi being allowed to try out was approved by the heads of houses, as well as Professor Yoda,” Cody’s eyes widened in surprise.

“He must have bribed you all big time,” He hissed, “Better have been worth the money,” Qui-Gon hummed quietly in thought before replying.

“Mr. Kenobi’s case is… well, I’m afraid I will not be discussing it with you,” He continued, “First years are technically allowed to ask to try out, they’re just usually denied, if you Miss. Kryze, wish to try out I would allow it,” Satine wrinkled her nose, and Qui-Gon chuckled, “As it stand though, there are no openings on Gryffindor, Slytherin, or Hufflepuff’s teams, so I’m afraid the other houses are out of luck.”

“Should I even mention the fact that Kenobi has an illegal broom?” Cody asked stiffly, and Qui-Gon only smiled.

“It’s temporary unless he makes the team, I’ll be keeping it in my office no need to worry,” He nodded to them and started to walk again, “I appreciate the drive for fairness so I can offer you 10 points to Gryffindor and 10 to Ravenclaw. Enjoy your weekend, Mr. Fett, Miss. Kryze,” And then he rounded the corner and was gone.

“Professor Jinn’s a bit nutty,” Cody finally said, not sure how he felt about the situation.

“He’s technically right though,” Satine said slowly, “The heads of house can approve or deny requests, I suppose asking the other houses was just a nice courtesy,” She stewed over all the rules she could think of and couldn’t come up with any others they were breaking.

“Still it does beg the question. Why was he approved?” Cody asked, but Satine didn’t have an answer.

***                                            

All anyone was talking about today was the results of the Quidditch tryouts and one, Obi-Wan Kenobi, being chosen as their 2nd Keeper. As all things Kenobi related, it was getting on Satine’s nerves and she’d caught up with Cody between classes to complain, but for some reason he hadn’t been as invested as she’d thought.

“Cody? Don’t tell me you’re not still cross about this,” Satine tried to provoke him into joining her rant fest, but he just hesitated.

“I’m still a little upset about it sure,” Is all he gave her and she threw up her hands in frustration.

“You’ve gone from storming the professors to calm acceptance, what did I miss,” And at that Cody just looked away.

“I mean you said it yourself, technically if it was approved it’s allowed, so no rules were broken…” Cody made an attempt.

“Cody Fett? Caring more about the rules than justice?” Satine prodded again.

“Look I just, maybe he’s not so bad,” Cody suggested and it hung in the air between them, “I’ll admit, the Quidditch thing hurts, I’ve wanted on that team since I was born and for a first year to get on it? Well it doesn’t sit right,” He admitted and Satine raised an eyebrow.

“But?” She pushed.

“But, have you noticed how he hasn’t been going to lunch?” Cody asked and Satine furrowed her brow, but nodded.

“He skips breakfast and dinner too sometimes, but I suppose he is gone from lunch more often than not,” She allowed and he nodded a few times.

“Well so did I, so one day I skipped class to follow him,” That got her attention.

“And?”

“And well,” Cody hesitated, “I think you should go and see for yourself,” He handed her a slip of parchment with a classroom number on it, “Just trust me,” Satine looked down at the number and then stuffed it in the pocket of her robe.

***                                            

Hogwarts was not what Obi-Wan had been expecting at all. The classes were great and learning new spells was really the only reason he was still here at all. Ok well perhaps not, he couldn’t have left, it would have dragged the Kenobi name even farther through the mud. His parents had not been happy about his joining Ravenclaw house as expected, and had promptly forced him into trying out for Quidditch, something he had been told would be in his plans for next year, but they were clear in their letter,

“You will make the Quidditch team early so you can lessen our disappointment of your actions.”

Yes, they’d been quite clear indeed. Obi-Wan was trying very hard to forget the fact that he was not interested in the sport in the slightest, his father had been a chaser so Obi-Wan had been selected to be a Keeper, he had written to them this morning when the results came out, but hadn’t heard from them since.

It wasn’t just his parents or Quidditch that had him down, but the overall feeling he got from the rest of the students. Their first day of classes he’d raised his hand and answered questions, but he had started to be stared at by both Hufflepuff and his own house of Ravenclaw. The second day he’d experimented a bit and on the third day he kept his head down and tried to not draw any further notice to himself. He spent a lot of time in the common room, but the few students he’d tried to interact with hadn’t quite given him the time of day. They’d been polite, sure, but Obi-Wan was good at knowing when he wasn’t wanted. Meal times were much the same, so he’d taken to finding a secluded classroom during the lunch period and just, wait for classes to start again.

Today he was debating if it was worth it to even attempt the dining hall at dinner, surely the other students would be rather cross that he’d made it on the Quidditch team. He really just wanted to avoid the stares.

“Kenobi! There you are my friend!” His regularly scheduled brooding was interrupted and Obi-Wan turned to glare at the newcomer.

“Hondo,” He greeted, “Still trying to make a profit off of me?”

“Well sure!” Hondo sat down at the desk in front of him and slapped a plate of food between them, “I have an even better proposal this time see? I charge students fees for their papers to be edited and you edit them for me!”

“What would I even get out of that,” Obi-Wan sighed, grabbing the extra roll off of the other student’s plate.

“Oh, so you are interested,” Hondo leaned forward, much too close and Obi-Wan reflectively leaned back.

“I’m not, but if you’re going to negotiate you may as well do it right,” He complained, and Hondo sat back with a laugh.

“Fine, fine! If you do it, I’ll provide you my own company! Pretty good deal, right?” Hondo grinned and Obi-Wan just raised an eyebrow, “Ok, ok fine! I could share the profits with you, you could have say, 10%?”

“Hondo you’re possibly the worst negotiator I’ve ever seen,” Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, but smiled and Hondo gave a dramatic groan and grabbed up his bag from the floor.

“One day Kenobi, you’ll have need of my services!” Hondo warned him with a pointed finger.

“Not likely,” He mumbled as Hondo made his way out the door.

He decided to not call after him about his forgotten plate of food, instead eating the other roll off the plate.

“Um, excuse me?” A voice called from the doorway and he looked up to see a Gryffindor first year standing in the doorway holding her wand and a textbook.

“Hello,” He greeted, “Is there something you needed?”

“I have a friend in Hufflepuff who said you’re really good at transfiguration,” The Gryffindor explained, “I’ve been having trouble in class and I was wondering if maybe you’d show me how?” That cleared up the confusion. He knew a few Hufflepuff first years that would stop by to ask him questions from time to time, they never approached him outside of lunch hour, but he didn’t really mind helping them out even still.

“Oh, of course, come in,” Obi-Wan moved Hondo’s plate out of the way and waved her over, “What are you having trouble with?”

***                                            

Satine was starting to think this was a waste of time as she’d been hiding in the storage cupboard watching Obi-Wan sit quietly by himself in an empty room. She’d started to think Cody had gone mad when that Slytherin boy Hondo had come slinking into the room. When the Gryffindor student had entered the room though, she started to see maybe what Cody had been talking about.

The two had been practicing transfiguration for around 15 minutes now and Obi-Wan had seemed to slip into the role of teacher very quickly. He’d shown a few examples and then helped gently as the Gryffindor made her own attempts. After they tried the very basic task of turning a candle into a newt and back, they started having a little conversation and Satine leaned close to the door to listen.

“Are you sure you’re just learning this now?” The student asked a little accusatory, “No one else in my house can do that quite as well,” Obi-Wan gave a hesitant smile before responding.

“Transfiguration is about focus, if you can hone your focus on something and really picture it in your head,” He paused and readied his wand pointing at the plate of food, just as he was about to say the spell Satine accidentally knocked her foot into a broom which knocked a metal cauldron off a shelf. The clang rang out from around them. Obi-Wan jumped at the unexpected clatter, wand misfiring and exploding chocolate pudding all over himself.

Satine tried not to giggle at the absolutely dumbstruck look on his face, his perfect hair was no longer perfect, sticking up at odd angles and a little fried, and the parts of his face that were not covered in pudding were bright red in embarrassment.

“Well I suppose,” He spoke after a long moment, “If you lose focus, it will explode,” The Gryffindor girl, who had barely managed to avoid the blast, giggled.

“Thanks for the tip,” Suddenly the sound of students started to reach them and the Gryffindor girl gathered up her book and wand quickly. She said another quick thank you before running out of the room to her next class. Obi-Wan took another moment to be covered in chocolate pudding, before he flourished his wand and with a quick charm, he was pudding free and back to perfect. Well, aside from a still red face.

Satine waited a few more minutes as he left the room before she followed quietly after him to their next class. She wasn’t sure what to make of him, but she realized she wasn’t thinking of him as just “Kenobi” anymore.

***                                            

It was breakfast and Obi-Wan was hungry. He had skipped dinner the night before in order to avoid the comments about his new status as Keeper, but he knew he’d have to brave the dining hall today.

He’d gotten up extra early and had gone down right at the start of breakfast. He found that this was the most ideal time to go, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff house always slept as late as possible and there weren’t even many Ravenclaws willing to get up that early. His Slytherin “friend” Hondo always got there with 5 minutes to spare before classes started so he could avoid him too.

He sat down at his usual spot, in the very, very far corner of the table and grabbed a serving of eggs and toast. He started planning his day out in his head, zoning out to anything else going on around him as he pushed the eggs around his plate.

He, however, wasn’t as out of it as he thought, because he was very suddenly aware of someone sitting down right next to him. Warily, he glanced over and saw wavy light blonde hair and he was now stuck trying to figure out what Satine Kryze, who had spent much of their first few weeks glaring at him, was doing sitting next to him.

“If you’re going to bother to show up at breakfast, perhaps you should eat your food,” The words were similar to the first she’d spoken to him, but there wasn’t as much bite behind them. Cautiously, he looked over at her again, but she wasn’t looking at him. She was pouring syrup on some French toast and he looked back at his eggs.

“Perhaps,” He said carefully. Taking a bite of egg. He knew she was a kind person, so he figured that would be all, maybe she’d just been concerned.

“What are your opinions about the Goblin Uprisings of the 1600s?” The question caught him completely off guard, he sat up straight and looked over at her for real. Perhaps that wouldn’t be the end of their conversation then.

“The, Goblin Uprisings of the 1600s?” He repeated slowly.

“It’s our next unit of study, I was reading ahead and I assumed you did too, gaging that you’re halfway through the textbook,” She added, still not looking at him. He slowly turned back to his eggs.

“Well, Urg the Unclean was a strong leader,” Obi-Wan started cautiously.

***                                            

By the time they showed up to herbology they were having a full blown argument, Satine wasn’t even fully sure what the argument was about, but just as she was sure to have thrown the final barb class had started and they’d been tasked to trimming the leaves off of some feisty plants, which needed a fair bit of concentration so she didn’t bother restarting their conversation. She watched her hands carefully as she maneuvered the shears, but found her mind wandering to Obi-Wan. She’d ended up right next to him, bypassing her usual spot for the opportunity to debate.

Arguing with him had been fun as well as educational. He hadn't been snotty about his points, as she would have expected days prior, just direct and calculated. It was clear he knew the subjects well enough for a fierce debate. In fact she had been rather disappointed that they couldn't continue on during class, but concentration was pretty important when dealing with magic she'd come to learn. When he argued with her he didn't look as dull and stuffy, his eyes had held a gleam that she hadn't seen on him before.

She thought back to his parents in the alley, they’d immediately been cruel people. They had icy dispositions and Satine had definitely seen their influence on Obi-Wan. He was normally blank faced and his presence often felt cold. Now that she was looking for it though, she could almost see the cracks in his mask. He was focusing and his eyes were clear, like the dark blue of the ocean, but not like his fathers which had seemed like a bottomless pit in the sea floor. He was fighting to not stick his tongue out, which she wouldn’t have noticed if she wasn’t shoulder to shoulder with him.

She hated to think Cody might be right, because that meant she would be wrong and she hadn’t been the nicest to him since they met.

“Miss. Kryze!” The professor called her name and she blinked back to reality noticing quickly the vine wrapping tightly around her arm.

One quick trip to the hospital wing for a check-up (apparently those plants can crush bones, she was lucky they were babies) and she found herself waiting for Cody between classes.

“Satine?” Cody broke away from a pack of Gryffindors.

“You were right,” She admitted, and Cody looked surprised.

“That’s a compliment coming from you,” He joked and she shook her head in exasperation.

“The real reason I wanted to talk to you though, is what should we do?” She asked him and he just stared at her so she continued, “We’ve been really judgmental to him, about who his parents are, he’s always alone, I just feel kind of bad,” Cody shrugged.

“I guess we just, stop being judge-y?” Cody recommended, “It’s a simple strategy, but it’ll probably be effective,” He was pulled away by his classmate then, but sent a last wave in her direction.

Cody was probably right, that’s what they should do, but Satine considered that’s not all they could do.

[rosethornewrites]

Fic: Playing with Fire

Relationship: Juleka Couffaine/Rose Lavillant

Characters: Lila Rossi, Rose Lavillant, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Juleka Couffaine, Alya Césaire, Ivan Bruel, Chloé Bourgeois, Luka Couffaine, Principal Damocles, Caline Bustier, Penny Rolling, Jagged Stone, Clara Nightingale, Fang

Additional Tags: Lila salt, Good Chloé Bourgeois, Uncle Jagged Stone, Emotional Support Crocodile, Principal Damocles salt, Bustier salt

Summary: Lila tries to break up Kitty Section. It doesn't go as planned. Salty.

Notes: Had this stuck in my head as an idea. There’s been a trope of Luka being kicked out of Kitty Section because of Lila pulling something like this. Except I don’t think she’d get that far with it. Also, every time I hear this song it makes me think of Lila.

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She's got a history of making a scene, yeah

She's telling stories she’s gaslighting

-The Interrupters

“Are you sure it’s… appropriate for an older boy like Luka to be in Kitty Section?”

Marinette froze in the middle of taking a bite of a croissant as Lila’s words floated across the courtyard, her mind filled suddenly with the desire to shriek at the liar, even knowing that would backfire as it always did. She wanted to defend Luka. If Adrien was here rather than at a photo shoot, he’d see Lila was actually trying to hurt people with this.

She barely realized she’d stopped breathing until she started coughing, and that nearly sent the bite of food down the wrong tube. By the time she’d recovered, she had missed any response from the present members of Kitty Section, and Lila was talking again.

“I’m just concerned, is all. I’ve told you I’m like Jagged Stone’s favorite person, right? I know a few people in the industry, really. And some of the execs just don’t sign bands if there’s such a big age gap between members. Like you three and Luka.”

Marinette put down the croissant, trying to build her courage. She could defend Luka.

“But Luka’s Juleka’s brother,” Rose said, looking concerned.

“Yeah, that can look even weirder.”

Marinette started to stand up, but then she caught a Look that passed between the couple. At times they were so in sync it was scary.

Juleka glanced her way, shook her head minutely, and quirked a half-smirk as though to say, We got this.

“You must have worked with some amazing people, Lila!” Rose gushed.

Her admiration sounded just a touch off, but Lila was too busy preening to notice.

“I have. Clara Nightingale texts me all the time.”

“Oh, I have an idea,” Juleka said, her voice faux shy. “I-I mean, if you don’t mind? Like can we try guessing the artists you know? Like a game?”

Lila’s smile widened. “Oh, that sounds like so much fun!”

Marinette carefully kept her face blank, picking at her croissant and ignoring the pitying look Alya sent her way from her seat beside Lila. It wouldn’t do to give the game away.

Ivan’s expression had also gone blank, as though he too knew what was up and wanted to see what happened.

“Oh! I have one. 30 Seconds to Mars?” Rose asked.

Lila shook her head. “No, but I know their producer.”

“What about My Chemical Romance?” It was Juleka’s turn.

“Yeah, they’re a silly bunch,” Lila said with a giggle. “I dated the lead singer for a few months. We’re still friends.”

Marinette had to stop herself from snorting—like an artist in his 40s was going to date a teenager! But clearly Lila only knew the band name and that they were popular among teens.

But apparently the game wasn’t over, and Rose made another guess. In the next three minutes, Lila told them all about three songs written for her and exotic concert venues. Some of the smiles of their classmates were becoming a bit forced as they recognized band names and knew more about them than the liar. Marinette knew enough about music to know that every single band they’d named had sibling members.

“The Carpenters?” Juleka eventually asked.

By the way Lila’s face brightened, Marinette could guess she definitely knew they were famous and would make a great story.

“Oh my gosh, we’re so close! I helped them write some of the lyrics for their most recent album!”

Alya made a choking noise, and while trying not to crack up Marinette realized the girl had finally caught one of the lies.

Chloé was suddenly hissing in her ear, “Put the call on speaker when it rings,” before she moved toward the stairs to the classroom.

Marinette glanced at her suspiciously, but was immediately drawn back to the show when Juleka crossed her arms and laughed.

The smile on Lila’s face faltered for a moment, before returning with a look of confusion. “Did I say something funny?”

“Their last album came out in 1981, so unless you’re secretly like 50 years old pretending to be a teenager like I’m guessing you’ve pretended everything else, it’s hilarious,” Juleka drawled loudly, her shyness momentarily absent in her glee.

In the stunned silence, during which Lila’s face twitched and turned an interesting array of colors, Marinette’s phone rang.

The screen read Uncle Jagged.

Marinette blinked, suddenly realizing what Chloé had meant, and—

Chloé had gotten Jagged to call her?!

She answered the call, putting it on speaker. “Um, hello?”

“Marinette! Where’s the fire?! Drive faster, Penny!” He sounded almost frantic.

“Fire?” She asked.

“I heard my favorite niece is having an emergency. What’s wrong?”

“I’m just at school, Uncle Jagged,” she said, putting emphasis on his name and taking joy in how Lila’s face turned a mottled white. “Having lunch and a show. Are you in Paris?”

“The school? Penny, she’s at the school.” Jagged’s voice was distant as he talked to his assistant, then came back full force. “Hang tight. Uncle Jagged and Aunt Penny are coming. Clara’s here, too!”

The line went dead.

Lila stood abruptly. “Oh, I just remembered, I need to—”

Ivan put his hands on her shoulders gently, suddenly behind her. “Sit.”

The Italian’s eyes darted around the table, finding no sympathy. She sat. Ivan kept his hands on her shoulders, not quite menacing.

Chloé’s laugh rang out from above, and Marinette glanced up to see that the blonde had M. Damocles and Mme. Bustier in tow.

“What is it you need us to see, Mlle. Bourgeois?” the principal demanded. “We were enjoying lunch.”

Jagged sprinted through the entrance, Fang on a leash and easily keeping up. “Marinette! I came right away!”

“M. Stone!” M. Damocles sounded a bit strangled. “You cannot bring that… creature on school property!”

“Can so. Fang’s my emotional support crocodile!”

Penny trotted up from behind him and handed a slip of paper to the principal.

Clara was behind Penny, looking concerned as she approached. “Marinette, are you unwell? I hear for us you’ve a tale to tell.”

Marinette’s face grew warm. “I’m okay, Clara. I’m not sure why Jagged thought there was an emergency.”

Chloé let out an irritated huff. “Because there was. The entire class was being seduced by a liar’s pretty stories, and that thot was bullying you.”

Jagged let out an outraged string of what sounded like they could be curse words if they were pronounced in a non-Cockney accent.

Eventually he scanned the courtyard. “Okay, which of you has been bullying my niece? It’s time for Fang’s lunch, anyway.”

“We don’t have the paperwork to cover that, Jagged,” Penny commented, though she too was leveling a hard stare at the students.

“Bullying certainly isn’t cool. Why was it allowed in this school?” Clara took a seat next to Marinette, taking one of her hands. “You of all people deserve much better: why, you’re a wonderful budding trend-setter.”

A lump was forming in Marinette’s throat; she’d spent so long being strong while all of this had been going on, figuring no one would believe her. But Chloé, of all people, had brought in the cavalry.

Juleka was the one to finally answer Jagged, pointing at Lila. “She’s the one. Just tried to convince me to kick my own brother out of our band and claimed she helped the Carpenters write their last album.”

Jagged studied Juleka for a moment. “You’re Anarka’s kid, yeah? ’Course you’ve got a band. Music’s in your blood.”

Then he turned to Lila. “So what other tall tales has this one been making up?”

Nathaniel opened his sketchbook. “That she’s best friends with Ladybug, has arthritis, got tinnitus saving your kitten from a runaway airplane, you wrote a song about her—“

“A kitten? A song? I’ve never seen that brat in all my life.”

“I mean, there’s more. But she also told us that Clara texts her all the time earlier.”

Clara’s expression turned stormy. “Using my name to borrow fame? I truly think you have no shame! The rest of this class needn’t lie, for they’ve all danced at my side!”

“She was pretending to be in Achu when we participated in your music video, Mlle. Nightingale,” Rose offered softly. “She’s also claimed to know Prince Ali, but I bet if I texted him right now we’d learn that’s a lie, too.”

Chloé scoffed, turning to M. Damocles and Mme. Bustier. “Did you even look into her claims about being in Achu, or having disabilities?”

The principal stuttered an excuse, while their teacher turned pale.

“It seems the school has dropped the ball. Her parents they should try to call.”

Lila chose that moment to push away from the table and out of Ivan’s reach, fleeing from the school as though her ugly-ass romper was on fire.

Marinette sighed. Volpina, take three, was likely on the horizon.

But as her classmates gathered around her apologizing, Alya sitting beside her and hugging her, she could feel it was all going to be okay.

Especially if she got to smack Lila around a little when she was akumatized.

I’m a match, she’s kerosene

You know she’s gonna burn down everything

She’s an arsonist in her pastime

And I’ve been burned for the last time

-The Interrupters

[revisionaryhistory]

Three Days ~ 84

~*~Sebastian~*~

I have loved every moment we've been in Paris. Everything we've done, everything we've seen. All of it. But nothing more than the last five minutes. This was perfect. This was us. This was how it’s supposed to work. I knew what was going on with Emma and I went around her defenses the way she does my anxiety. I told her a story (true) about me to make sure she knew it was alright to be her and I understood. At first, she looked annoyed but I saw the change. My change in tone and what I said had triggered something.

Emma licked her lips slowly, like I do when considering, then started to smile, "Thank you. I knew what I was doing, but hadn't put it all together. You're right it doesn't feel like my choice, but it is always my choice. The rest is bullshit." She leaned closer and I closed the distance to kiss her. "I love you, Bastian."

I sat back, flagging down the waiter with flutes of champagne and handing one to Emma. I waved my finger back and forth between us, "So this is two people pushing and supporting each other."

She sat back with the same smug look I was feeling, "I think so. Growing together.” We laughed for a moment. "Sorry, I was being difficult."

I shook my head, remembering my session with Celie. "Even if this is the best we get, we're going to be just fine." I took her hand and brought it to my mouth. "I love you." I kissed her hand and laid it on the table, like every other time we've sat together.

A few minutes later Jessica and Gian came off the dance floor, "Are we interrupting?"

This tells me Jessica noticed the intensity of our conversation. "Nope, have a seat." I leaned onto the table. "Dancing is so much more fun before you watch other people and hope you don't look as spastic and uncoordinated."

Jessica reached over the table, laying her hand on my forearm, "Sebastian, I promise you did look just as spastic and uncoordinated."

We shared a car back to the hotel. Emma invited them to go along on our private tour of Montmartre, which I was on board with. I ran by the concierge desk with the update before joining the other three in the elevator where Jessica and Emma had planned our day. We'd join them in their room for coffee and leave from there. Us coming to them gave them a chance to show off their daughter. I’m good with that too. I'd like to play with a little girl.

I'm not around a lot of kids. My friends aren't replicating yet. I need to go to Emma's classroom soon. She has a little herd of them that aren't sick or sad, like a lot of the charity visits I do. It's very rewarding but difficult. A group of healthy happy kids would be fun.

Emma led the way into the bedroom. "Sebastian, would you come undo my dress?"

"Yes," couldn’t have been said fast enough. I took great joy unlacing her dress. Something was exciting about pulling the long strings one by one. Watching them slide through the grommets and along my fingers. I got a nice rhythm going.

On closer look, her hair wasn't a single braid but several coming together from different directions, some tighter than others. It hung going over one shoulder. "I love your hair like this." I kissed her neck on the side her hair wasn't. "Can I take it down?"

"Whatever you prefer." She glanced over her shoulder at me. "If I say no will I be forbidden to blow you?"

"That would be self-defeating." I slid her dress off her shoulders letting it fall to the ground.

I undid her hair much slower than I had her dress. I removed the band holding the three braids together then chose the middle one. I ran my fingers through the silky strands from underneath. I buried my face in her hair enjoying the smell and softness against my skin. I pressed my hips against her so she could feel what all this unlacing had done to me. Her bare shoulder was a perfect place to rub my beard. "Do I need to go shave so you'll let me go down on you?"

Emma snorted a laugh, "No. I like the feel of your beard on my stomach."

I kissed up her neck to her ear and whispered, "Not your inner thigh?"

She turned, draping an arm over my shoulder, her other hand on my chest. "I can't remember."

"Well, I'll have to give it a try and see what you think."

~*~*~*~

The next morning, I awoke first. Blondish hair spilled from her pillow onto mine. I was all too aware tomorrow would be the last day I'd wake up like this for a long time. Historically, filming days are long and I collapse as soon as I'm back to my room. During the day I'm focused on work or relaxing with my co-workers.

Which means mornings are going to suck.

I stayed put and soaked it all in. Emma looked over as soon as she woke up. A smile was forming while she rolled toward me. I lifted my arm to welcome her, moving to my side and holding her lightly. "Morning, sunshine."

"Good morning." She kissed my chest where her head laid. "Been awake long?"

"Not so much." I snuggled in closer. "Enjoying the view. You're beautiful in the morning."

She tilted her face up to meet my eyes, "Thank you. When don't you think I'm beautiful?"

I pretended to think, "Never."

"Te iubesc, Sebasti-an." "Te iubesc, Emiliana."

We started the day as we'd ended last night, naked and slightly breathless. While catching my breath I looked over with a sigh, "It's going to be a good day."

Emma rolled to her stomach, propped on her elbows. "Thank you again for bringing me."

The last thing Emma needed to do was thank me. That said, the simple appreciation was a nice change. It's a little shocking how often those words aren't spoken. I don’t keep track. I only notice when there's a consistent lack of them.

"You're welcome again." I kissed her nose, "Shower?"

Emma gasped, "Is that an invitation?"

"Can I wash your hair?"

"Sure."

"Yes, it's an invitation."

Reality smacked me after our shower when Emma dried off her shower supplies and put them in their leak-proof bag. I felt a twisting in my stomach, which must have shown on my face. Emma pressed her towel covered body against mine, "If I pack now, we can just enjoy tomorrow."

"Was I pouting?"

She shook her head, "You looked like I feel about it."

"Somehow that helps." Our laughter was tinged with something less than humor.

Emma did a lot of things to make tomorrow morning about us. She curled her hair, so she could easily pull it up. She laid out her clothes for the plane, so she could pack the rest. And she packed all the bathroom stuff except what she'd need in the morning. It wasn't like I couldn't bring her anything she left behind.

I hope she forgets something.

I was ready before her and headed into the sitting room. I settled on the couch to get into the app she'd installed. I didn't go into “Things for Sebastian”. That's not what I needed. I created a page and titled it, "Things for Emma"

1.      I love you

2.      You are beautiful. Inside and out.

3.      I miss you

4.      I crave the touch of your fingers

5.      And your lips

6.      I need to make a page for dirty thoughts

7.      In a room full of people I can feel you near

8.      It pisses me off when you won't let me rip something off you.

9.      I appreciate how kind you are to my mom.

10.   Your dad still kinda scares me.

Ten was my goal for the morning.

Jessica and Gian were closer to ready than they lead us to believe they would be. They had a nanny for the fifteen-month-old daughter Giulietta, but they liked to handle the morning routine and breakfast. Jessica let us in and ran back to the bedroom pointing us in the direction of Gian. He was sitting at the table supervising a toddler eating berries, yoghurt, and pieces of a croissant. Giulietta immediately stopped eating and shifted her attention to us. She held out her little pudgy arm pointing at me and said, "Da!"

My eyebrows shot up, "I don't think so, but you are cute."

Gian interpreted, "Every male is a Da."

Giulietta held her arms up to me, "Up, Da."

I looked at her real Da, "This ok?"

"Yes, she's sturdy. You won’t break her."

Emma groaned, "She’s a sweet little princess."

I picked her up, holding her in front of me to talk, "Hi Giulietta. Can you say Hi, Seb?"

Gian said, "Give him a kiss."

She landed a very wet open-mouthed kiss on my cheek. "Ah, thank you." I brought her closer and kissed her cheek, without all the slobber.

Giulietta smacked her hands on either side of my face repeatedly, laughing with every sound and face I made. It became a game where I poked her and she laughed then she pulled or poked something on my face, the only place she could reach, and laughed at my response. Her giggling was precious, even more so when she got the hiccups.

Emma had sat down, Gian having poured her a cup of coffee, and Emma eating the same berries and croissant. I sat down with the baby standing and bouncing on my lap. I turned my head, opening my mouth, encouraging Emma to share her food with me. A few bites in and the little girl decided she wanted in on the action. She reached for Emma and left me.

I lost Emma too.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and talked with Gian about the tour. Cheese, wine, and bakery items while on a walking tour of Montmartre complete with museums and shopping before dropping us off at a cafe for a proper lunch. Although I’m sure Emma will continue with cheese and wine.

An overly cheery and overly expressive voice came from my left. Not talking to me, but about me. "Listen to that mean man, Giulietta. Making fun of me for my love of cheese. He's just afraid I love cheese more than him, which I do not. Or maybe he's afraid I'm going to steal all the baby kisses. She snuggled into Giulietta’s neck and started saying, "nom, nom, nom." More little girl laughter filled the air. This time ending with her wrapping her arms around Emma's head while Emma blew raspberries on her belly.

The fun ended with a recognizable sound followed by a less than pleasant smell. I backed away, Gian grimaced and apologized. Emma laughed, "What did you did, Guilietta? What did you do?" Gian started to stand, Emma shook her head, "Stay put. Where are her diapers?"

"There's a diaper bag by the couch."

I smiled at Gian, "You didn't fight that offer."

Gian snickered, "Never turn down an offer to change a diaper that smells like that."

Jessica joined us, noticing the missing people, "What have you two done?"

We both looked innocent. "Nothing."

I added, "Emma had her when the problem occurred."

Jessica teasingly pulled her husband’s ear, "You dumped our shitty baby on a new friend."

From the other room, Emma called out, "The best conversations happen during diaper changes." Emma came back into the room, holding her hands above her head, helping balance her as she tried to walk. "Who is that Giulietta?"

"Mama mama."

Jessica glowed looking at her daughter, "That's my baby girl."

She picked her up and hugged her, "You've been flirting with a boy then made him jealous by leaving him for another."

I snorted, "Not jealous of the diaper explosion."

"Baby wipes clean up everything." Emma looked at Jessica, "Can I use your bathroom?"

Jessica pointed. Emma left the door open while she washed her hands and she and Jessica kept talking, "You did that fast. You have younger siblings."

"Two little sisters and a niece. Olivia was out of diapers before I got there. We took turns with Harper." She joined us back at the table, "My sister had a tough delivery ending in an emergency C- section. I took care of Katie for the first couple of weeks. It’s crazy how formula goes in and toxic waste comes out."

"Fun fact." I raised a finger, "I've never changed a diaper."

"When we're old you can change mine."

I made a face, "I've got you by eight years. I think you'll be first with that duty."

Gian looked at us then his wife, "This has gone in a weird direction."

I snorted, "Usually does." This weird direction was courtesy of neither of us going near the baby thing. We’d discussed not discussing it.

Jessica handed the baby to the nanny and we headed to Montmartre. Our guide, Elodie, met us at the foot of the hill. Oh fuck, the way she looked at me. She not only knew who I was, she liked it.

Elodie was a good tour guide. She knew the history of the area, fast-tracked us through museums, and pointed out interesting shops. We stopped at several local eateries for a glass of wine or bite to eat then on to the next place. Emma enjoyed the cheese most, Jessica the macaroons, and Sian and I the wine. I held Emma's hand as we walked. Elodie would stop and turn to talk. And flirt. At one of our shopping stops Emma and Jessica came back from the bathroom right as Elodie laughed and put her hand on my arm. Both women looked at me and rolled their eyes. On our way to the next stop Emma leaned closer, "She flirts with you with me standing right here."

I nodded, "I noticed." She wasn't acting upset, but I thought it best to ask. "Are you pissed?"

She screwed up her face, "No. Do you think if you flirted back a little I could get some extra cheese? Maybe an off the tour place that can’t pay to be included?"

Jessica leaned over. "We'd appreciate wine."

I looked at them in turn, "You're trading me for cheese and wine?"

"They have really good cheese here."

Jessica just nodded.

Next shop when Elodie found her way to me for a little more flirting, I put my hand on hers that was on my arm and asked about any place off the beaten path that we shouldn't miss.

Elodie smiled, "We're contracted for certain establishments."

"I know, but you've seen what we like. Maybe a smaller place that’s delicious, but can’t afford to be on a tour." I leaned closer and whispered, "I'd appreciate it."

"I’ll try to think of a place."

"Thank you." I kissed her cheek, patted her hand, and walked to Emma. Smiling.

Emma pursed her lips try to look disapproving but started smiling. "That wasn't you’re A-game, but it's going to work."

"Cheese isn't worthy of my A-game."

Her smile turned a little evil, "What’s worthy of your A-game?"

"Separating you from your panties." I took her hand and led her outside.

Fifteen minutes later we were at a small store you wouldn’t find if you didn’t know it was there. All of us were happy. Jessica and Gian bought three bottles of wine. Emma nearly had an orgasm over a cheese, which made me happy. Elodie was happy when she said goodbye to us outside the cafe and I took a picture hugging her.

There'd been a lot of walking between cheese and wine stops. By design, we were supposed to be a little high as we shopped and still hungry at the cafe. We were. It was a fun meal with lots of laughter. Jessica had no lack of stories from filming and press for “The Martian”.

I only thought how Emma wouldn't be here for lunch tomorrow about a dozen times.

Our tour didn't include Sacré-Cœur. It was easy enough without a guide. We headed that direction after lunch. The street we walked down led past a small square with a big wall covered in words.

Jessica pointed, “The I Love You wall." She went in that direction. "I think there's over a hundred languages. You two need to find Romanian."

There wasn't a crowd of people. It was a polite tourist spot with people taking it in turns to take pictures near their language. We stood back and I quickly found the words. Jessica had found the Italian version. We traded phones for pictures. Romantic, coupley, tourist bullshit pictures. It was great.

The view of the city from Sacré-Cœur was beautiful. A little down from the crowd we sat on a wall overlooking the city. Gian and Jessica decided it was time for them to head back. We were going to walk amongst the artists. Emma got up to hug them goodbye then climbed back on the wall with me. The quiet moment enjoying the view was interrupted by my text notification. I was going to ignore it, but something told me to check. I nudged Emma to show her the picture Jessica had sent. They'd paused as they left to take a picture of us on the wall. My arm was around Emma's waist, her head was on my shoulder, and I was kissing her head. "I fucking love this."

"Me too." She kissed me. "This is what I want to post. Will you ask Jessica if it's ok?"

"Sure." I forwarded the picture to Emma before texting Jessica. She didn’t care.

I sat there watching Emma type out the caption, but still went to the app when my notification went off. She'd framed where we were on the bottom right and the Eiffel Tower was top left. It was a very sweet picture. I wanted to post it too, but if I did we’d have to evacuate the area. I wasn’t ready to leave.

Emma captioned it, "Beautiful view with my love."

I tapped the little red heart and commented, "Paris is for lovers."

Almost quicker than me Amy had commented, "You're in Paris? When will you be back?"

She responded, "Tomorrow night. 🙁”

I pulled her into a tight hug, "I'm proud of you."

She looked like I felt when she said the same thing to me. "This feels better. You were right."

I tangled our fingers, "I know you pretty well."

We kissed again and she whispered, "I love you, Bastian."

I put my hand on her face, "I love you, beautiful girl."

Emma found a watercolor of a window at Mont Saint Michel with purple flowers. I was told they were Wisteria. She negotiated the price, somehow paying more than he'd asked, telling him the extra was for the feelings it evoked. He rolled it into a thick cardboard tube that would travel well. He suggested unrolling it at the hotel until we were ready to travel.

Sunset was nearing. Our last in Paris. I'd researched this and knew the winding road to head down. The sunset against the buildings would open to a bigger view over the city. The area was crowded. I led her to a building to lean against. In the afterglow I picked up her hand, kissing it, "Do you want to play a game?"

Her eyes lit up, "A game. On our last night?"

"It will be perfect."

"What kind of game do you have in mind?"

"You seem tense. Like you could use a good massage." I shook my head, "Well, a mediocre massage but a happy ending."

I wasn’t sure if she was giving me the I love you smile or something dirty. Either worked. "Sounds fun."

I nodded, "Do you want me or a new massage therapist?"

"Neither. I want you, but neutral. Well placed kissed are good."

I nodded, "I got it."

"We're not sleeping tonight, are we?"

"Probably not."

[tsukikoayanosuke]

If It Shines, My Seven Colors Symphony

Summary: 

The day Riddle met the boy under the cherry blossoms, his days changed forever.

(HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS, OUR KING OF HEARTSLABYUL! We hope you have all the strawberry tart in the world on your special day!)

(Non-Magic + Musician AU, inspired by Your Lie in April)

The sound of piano playing filled the air.

The sixty anniversary piano competition was held in a hall which was filled with people, both to support and enjoy music.

A ten-year-old boy sat in front of the piano, his fingers moving fast and like a machine. Everyone was mesmerized by his playing. It was captivating. The fact that the little boy was able to play the difficult piece by Beethoven without a score left everyone held on to their seats due to the intense play.

The boy had soulless eyes as he plays skillfully, with no emotion showing on his face. He played every note without hesitation. He played and played ...

-----//-----

A boy with red hair and a heart-shaped ahoge was alone in his class, sitting behind his desk with earphones attached. He listened to the song playing loudly in his ear as he scribbles on the sheet music in front of him.

Loud music blocked all sounds, making him oblivious to the classroom door opening and a boy with purple hair and cat ears walked in with a ball in his hand. “Riddle...”

The boy named Riddle Rosehearts didn’t respond. The purplenette threw the ball with full force at Riddle, “Leave yourself WIDE open!”

Riddle quickly dodged the ball flying toward him. “What a boring reaction,” the purplenette scowled as he revealed himself from behind the table.

Riddle turned to the purplenette as he slightly raised his hand in greeting. “Hello to you too, Che’nya.”

Alchemi Alchemivich Pinkaa or Che’nya for short, Riddle’s childhood friend, walked over to the redhead and sat in front of the serious boy. Then, suddenly, pulled out one of Riddle’s earpiece, gaining a grunt from the boy. “Sitting alone in a classroom after school… What are you listening to?” As Che’nya put on the earpiece, he exclaimed excitedly, “Hey! Is this ‘Piece of My World’? What’s playing on every radio station right now? Whoa!”

Riddle just hummed without saying anything, clearly trying to ignore the purplenette and focused on transcribing this new song as his side job.

Che’nya pressed Riddle’s forehead with his index finger, finally, the redhead came to attention. “ You're too gloomy!” he said with a smile. “There was no spark in your eye! We’re seventeen years old, you know! Live your life!”

Riddle raised an eyebrow. It was sudden for Che’nya. “It’s just a trick of the light,” he responded.

Che’nya groaned. “There you go! Conventional wisdom! You get what I mean, don’t you? They don’t! You’re a teenager, so they all have to light up!” He made an explosive motion with his hand. “Be lit!”

Riddle chuckled at Che’nya’s funny acting. The purple-haired boy sighed as he leaned back in his chair.

“You know, Rielle said something the other day,” Che’nya said. “When you are in love with someone, everything looks colorful…” He turned to Riddle. “Maybe you need to find that special someone.”

Riddle shook his head, no longer looking into his Che’nya’s shining golden eyes.

In Che’nya’s eyes, Riddle could bet everything looked colorful.

Unlike him.

Where everything looks like a monotone.

Just like musical scores, like a keyboard.

He remembered the days when his world had started to turn gray. The day he gave up in the middle of a recital.

The autumn Riddle Rosehearts was ten...

He could no longer play the piano.

-----//-----

It just so happened that Riddle was passing by the local park one spring afternoon. That was when he saw something out of place.

A pair of brown shoes.

And a black jacket.

Hanging on a growing tree branch.

He went to the branch and picked up the shoes and jacket. “Are these for marks? Or to ward off evil spirits?”

The cherry blossoms started to fall when a gentle breeze blew by. He looked up and saw a cherry blossom tree standing in an ordinary sea of ​​green.

That was when he heard it.

Music.

A melodica. Playing a nursery rhyme song. Playing pretty well too.

Riddle held onto the items he had previously found as he walked towards the area filled with cherry blossom trees, walking towards the sweet music played by the melodica.

The song drew closer as he picked up speed and took a shortcut to the playground, a pathway in the shade of trees. He closed his eyes, focused on the sound of the instruments and paused when he found the source.

He was not surprised to see children playing in the playground. But what caught his eye ...

Was that boy, standing in the middle of a circle of children dancing, playing a melodica.

Everything I see, everything I hear, everything I feel ...

The boy playing the melodica couldn’t be any older than Riddle, and perhaps younger - no more than sixteen, for sure. His reddish-brown hair, tied in a ponytail bounced with his ahoge as the boy kept bouncing on his toes as he played the instrument, his fingers gracefully pressing every note.

And Riddle found himself staring at the boy.

All the scenery around me began to change color.

The boy continued to play his score while dancing along with the little audience who were still giggling at him happily and Riddle continued to stare with his mouth slightly open, he thought he looked like a creep but he didn’t care.

Riddle hadn’t heard the happy instrument in a long time. He chuckled, thinking about how he looked like the Pied Piper of Hamelin. He took out his cell phone to record this beautiful sight.

The boy spun around, finishing the rest of the song and he waved in a dramatic motion as soon as he was done. He bowed to his audience and the children laughed and applauded.

As the boy straightened up, his eyes met Riddle’s.

Tears...

Tears started to trickle down the boy’s cheeks as he looked at Riddle with his one black, teary, eye. The falling cherry blossoms only made him even more mesmerizing as a gentle breeze blew his hair.

Why is he crying?

The boy coughed slightly as he wiped his tears. “I blew too hard…”

“Big Bro, again!” One of the children said and the boy laughed.

“Again? You kids will love your singing game.”

“Sounds very good, Big Bro!”

“Big Brother, one more time!”

The boy laughed again. “I will, I will, in a moment! We have to choose another song, right? What’s so good? I know this other song-” the boy cut off abruptly and Riddle noticed he was staring at him.

“You!”

Riddle suddenly realized that the boy was pointing at him.

“What are you doing with my stuff?!” The boy had already raised his suspicious shiny melodica, ready to strike him down.

Riddle took a look at the shoes and jacket before looking at the boy in panic. “It’s just a coincidence!”

The boy tilted his head to the side. “Oh.” He lowered the melodic and Riddle let out the breath he was unconsciously holding. But then the boy picked up the melodica again. “Then why take pictures of little kids like pedophile?!”

“Please don’t use your instrument as a weapon,” said Riddle, raising his hands and surrendering. “Well, I ... I enjoyed your performance.”

“Hah?” Cleary, that boy didn’t expect that answer. Though he recovered quickly and sent Riddle a grin. He ran over to Riddle and leaned slightly towards him. “Really? Well, thank you.”

The boy raised his hand towards Riddle. “I’m Jonah,” he said. “What is your name?”

Riddle lowered his head. “I’m ... Riddle.”

Jonah smiled broadly at him, and Riddle thought he could almost see the sparks in his eyes. “Cool! We know each other’s names now. That means we are friends!”

Riddle looked up, blinking. Jonah is still smiling. You can’t just make friends that fast, right?

“Oh!” Jonah looked at his watch. “I’m going to be up soon! I’ve to head right now!”

“Head over? Where?” Riddle asked as Jonah ran to get his things in the sandbox. The brunette smiled as he pointed to the building overlooking the garden, “Over there.”

Riddle’s silver-gray eyes widened at the name of the building.

Night Raven Hall.

“Isn’t that…” Riddle muttered.

“Night Raven Hall.” Jonah answered while carrying a red instrument case covered with various pirate stickers. “I will be performing there today.”

Jonah turned to look at them and smiled brightly.

“I’m a violinist.”

Riddle didn’t know what to do with the feeling building up in his chest, constricting his lungs. He wondered if he should check it out.

“Very well ...” Riddle swallowed hard. “Good luck.”

Grinning, Jonah raised two fingers to his head and tipped them towards him as if giving a brief salute.

Then, he just ran away.

----- // -----

“Wait, wait,” interrupted Che’nya, as Riddle was telling the story in a monotone during his lunch break, after much insinuating how much he had been distracted all day. “Does this Jonah boy have an eye-patch?”

Riddle blinked. “Yes. He’s the cheerful, fun-loving type of guy, and ...” Riddle paused. “Has the biggest smile you have ever seen.”

Che’nya laughed with amusement. “I know this guy.”

“You do?”

Che’nya took a bite from his tuna sandwich. “Yeah. His name is Jonah Argentum. He’s actually a classmate of mine.”

Riddle paused from sipping his tea. “Really? I never heard of him from you.”

Che’nya shrugged. “Yes. He’s a cool guy even though we rarely spend time together.”

“How come?”

“Around this time, Jonah used to stay to practice his violin. You might catch him in the music room if you want to hear him again.”

Riddle only nodded.

----- // -----

Beethoven’s Violin Sonata No. 9. The Kreutzer.

Riddle knows this song.

He could hear the sound of the violin, even through the closed door. It was a harmonious tune.

Riddle thought that if he hadn’t resolutely avoided the music room during his high school career, he might have met Jonah earlier. There was no way he could stay away from a sound as pure as this. He opened the door carefully, peeking inside.

Jonah didn’t notice him at first, immersed in his playing. He was standing in front of the dark brown piano, outlined by the window, back facing the door, so he never noticed Riddle slowly entering and closing the door behind him.

Outside, other students filled the courtyard with screams and laughter. But Riddle heard none of them – saw none of those - his world at that moment was tied to one thing only.

Jonah’s bow was gentle and flowing, the tone entirely present but more calm and controlled, until there was a sudden, staccato sound, with the bow spring the song danced and all eyes were on Jonah’s agile movements.

Riddle’s fists trembled. In his mind, pink roses were growing wild with Jonah’s every drags filled with emotions, though Riddle could see the small smile on the brunette’s face as he plunged in and continued to break every rule they made for him.

Smashing right onto them.

This… this is still Kreutzer, right?

Wait. This is. It has to be. Riddle was sure. But its wild dynamic, the tempo all over the place made it seem completely different.

And finally, with Jonah’s final note, the sonata ended.

He gasped for breath, bow still raised. Even from behind, Riddle could imagine him grinning widely, an expression of no remorse.

Riddle could help but applaud him. Only then did Jonah turn around, finally realizing that he wasn’t alone in the music room.

Jonah lowered his violin and saluted Riddle with his bow. “Hey there.”

Riddle gave him an awkward wave, realizing he was sort-of intruding. “Hey.”

“Have you been watching me?”

Riddle felt a strange heat on his cheeks when he saw Jonah’s bright and hopeful smile.

“What do you think?” the brown hair asked again.

Riddle was taken back by Jonah’s eagerness. He swallowed hard, forgetting how to string words at all. “That was ...” he began and he didn’t know how to proceed. Jonah’s performance was different; unlike anything he had seen before. Riddle’s own experience with music was rigorous, always following a code, every perfect dictation of the invisible composer. With Jonah, he broke everything he knew. His spontaneity, the sudden burst of life reminded him of his personality. He was talented and Riddle didn’t know enough other adjectives to convey it.

“You did well.” And that was an understatement. Jonah looked like he was waiting for more, so Riddle sat down on the piano bench.

Jonah chuckled, “Thanks. Though, I was all over the place.”

“You were.” Riddle smiled. “It was an organized chaos.”

It made Jonah laugh even louder. “I know, right?” And Riddle laughed with him.

“So how was the performance yesterday?”

“It was fun!” Jonah exclaimed. “I played this song yesterday!”

Really? Honestly, if Jonah had actually played exactly like that yesterday, Riddle was a little worried about him. If it was any other competition or some other show, Jonah would’ve win. But, Riddle looked up yesterday, Jonah’s competition was a formal competition. Jonah barely followed how the score is to be played – He was too spontaneous, his dynamics were on haywire. Did he get judged? Is he even got a place for the next round?

“So ...” Riddle swallowed, worried that he would hurt the brunette’s feelings. “How was it?”

But Jonah only smiled brightly, without the slightest bit of sadness or disappointment. “I won an audience award!” Jonah laughed. “So, I passed to the second round!”

Riddle sighed unconsciously. He was happy. Jonah really was talented, and Riddle was sure the violinist had left a mark on his audience.

Like how he gave color to his life.

He didn’t realize he leaned his elbow on the piano, resting his hand on his cheek until his elbow slips off when the music faded to nothing. It hit a key in a staccato of dissonant notes, and it echoed so wrongly in his head - like a warning bell ringing - that he jerked his arm back with a sharp glare at the offending appendage.

“Do you play?” Jonah asked, after pausing for a moment.

Riddle looked up, alarmed. “What?”

Jonah’s expression shifted into something unreadable. Almost calm. “The piano. You play?”

“No. I don’t,” whispered Riddle. Not anymore. Never again.

“That’s weird,” Jonah casually commented. “Because you keep looking at it, ever since you walked in. And just now, your fingers twitched.” Jonah took a deep breath. “Do you... Want to play? Because you look like you want to.”

Riddle got up to his feet. “I don’t play,” he said, a little harsher than he meant. “Leave it, Jonah.”

Jonah raised his hand, still holding his violin and bow. He visibly took a step back. “Okay, okay.”

The bell rang. Jonah sighed loudly and packed his violin. He slung his bag on his shoulder. Jonah walked away from Riddle, before stopping in the doorway. Without turning back, he said, “See you later.”

Then he was gone, closing the door softly. Riddle looked at the piano, unassuming - accusingly.

Haunting.

What Riddle said was true. But it’s not that simple - not for him.

Riddle can’t play. He’d made a promise.

Although, at this time, he couldn’t remember who it was for.

The thought is hollowing.

----- // ----

“Jonah Argentum! What is the meaning of this?! “Riddle shouted, entering the music room.

At the interruption, Jonah lowered his violin, grinning innocently at Riddle. “Oh, Senior Rosehearts. You came earlier than I expected. How may I serve you?”

“This!” Riddle held up the music sheet in his hand. “Explain yourself! Why did I find this in my locker?”

“That’s the Violin Sonata number ni-”

“I can read, Argentum. You know I can’t play.”

Jonah shrugged. “Oh, I sure know you. Riddle Rosehearts, the greatest pianist of our generation. The Golden Boy, or Queen of Heart for your merciless ways in following the score.” The corners of his lips tugged up. “Right now, I need piano accompaniment, and lo and behold, I found you.”

Riddle vehemently resisted the urge to punch something. Even now, deeply ingrained in him was the pianist’s instinct to keep his hands in good condition. “I. Don’t. Play.”

“Don’t or can’t?” Jonah scoffed. “Looks like you have a hard time deciding it.”

Anger swelled up in Riddle’s chest, and the words that came out weren’t completely him. “This is all a joke to you, right? Because it is so easy for you to play that you expect the same for other people. Just because you can do what you like-”

Jonah laughed. “Easy there, Your Majesty. You also don’t know anything about me, so don’t just talk.” He raised his hands.

Riddle slammed his mouth shut as Jonah turned around, facing the window, leaving Riddle to stare at his back. “It’s really a choice. You can come and play, or you can forget about it. I seem to have written your name on. “

Riddle looked down at his shoes. “You could’ve asked me first.”

“What difference will it make?”

The redhead gripped the sheet music tightly, creating wrinkles on the paper.

----- // -----

The bag felt heavier because of the extra weight of the music sheet.

----- // -----

Riddle sat in front of his dusty black piano.

The keys always had their a protective cover on them, so they weren’t dusty, but everything else - the seat, the back, even the music stand - was covered in a thick layer of dust. This was his mother’s piano, the piano Riddle himself slaved over when he was growing up, slaved over and despised. The piano on which he wiped his tears, the keys he pressed with trembling fingers.

Placing the music sheets into its place, Riddle took a deep breath, then raised his hand and carefully placed his fingers on the keys. They were cold and solid under his skin, but all he had to do was press against them to bring them back to life. All he had to do was move. He memorized the songs, he can play them in the dark with his eyes closed. He knows them. They are a part of him. If he only—

“I didn’t say you could rest! You won’t sleep until you are perfect, so do it!”

Riddle shot up from his chair, knocking the chair down as he pulled his hand away from the keys as if it burned. He cradled his hand tightly to his chest, realized that they were shaking, and the air suddenly felt heavy, suffocating him. It took him a long time to calm down, curling into a little ball in front of the piano. He felt weak and his whole body was trembling.

There was a time when he liked this instrument.

And he wants it back.

----- // -----

It took Riddle three days to finally have the courage back into the music room to see Jonah again. For once in his life, he was willing to admit defeat.

“I ... really, really don’t know about being your accompanist, Jonah.”

He just couldn’t do it, no matter how much he tried, no matter how much he wanted to. He was terrified, of the numbness crawling through his hand, until the sounds of bass lag behind the melody, and Riddle was forced to remember the murmurs of the audience when he’d stumbled for the first time in all his years of performing.

He didn’t want to tell Jonah no - not anymore when every fiber of him craved the opposite.

Jonah sighed. “Okay.”

Riddle blinked. “Okay?”

The brunette shrugged. “I sort of just thrust those sheets onto you. You can throw it away if you don’t want to.” He closed his violin case and slung the bag over his shoulder. “If I have to, I can just pull out of the competition. Or go without an accompanist if they allow it.”

Riddle nodded stiffly. “... I don’t want to say no,” he said, “but I’m leaning more in that direction. I’m sorry.”

“I told you, it’s okay,” he grinned weakly. “Don’t stress over that or anything.” He walked past Riddle, before giving him a light pat on the shoulder. “I’m off.”

Riddle turned around. “Where are you going?”

Jonah looked over his shoulder. “The courtyard. Senior Asim invited me to play with the Light Music Club. You can watch us if you want.”

----- // -----

Soon, Riddle found himself in the middle crowd with Che’nya. The Music Club equipment was prepared, and nothing too complicated, but still everyone was restless with excitement. He couldn’t even imagine what the violin and electronic music would have been. But seeing Jonah was enough to build anticipation in his heart.

“For the next song, we’re gonna be featuring Jonah, on the violin!” Cater announced over the microphone. “Ready, man?”

Jonah brought the violin to his chin, grinning at the murmurs that surfaced in the crowd. “Bring it.”

The first chord starts off slow. Soft, as he knew only Jonah with the instrument. Until the bass joined - then the electronic chords, layered under the sound of the strings, built up momentum.

And like a tidal wave, it grew even stronger, a beating heartthrob in Riddle’s veins as he stared transfixed, at the unshakable and beautiful power, that of Jonah Argentum. He pushed the song faster, the grin on his face turning wild until the band was forced to follow him, struggling to keep up with Jonah’s brutal rhythm. His whole body moved to the beat, agile and powerful, and so bright it almost hurt to look too long.

It ended with Jonah banging his bow to the final note, then swinging the bow up, arms outstretched, the tip of the bow pointed toward the sky. The sunlight made the sweat on his face glow, and he was like the way he was breathing heavily, shoulders and chest heaving, but…

He was smiling.

The people clapped, cheering. Riddle could barely clap his hands, mesmerized. Dumbfounded. After that intense performance, Riddle wondered if it could be that he once a day - playing with Jonah, on stage, together - struggling to wow the crowd.

Can be. He wanted it to come true.

The itching sensation had returned, down his fingertips, to his forearm, until it felt very heavy. He wants to play.

He wants to play with Jonah.

----- // -----

“Riddle.” Riddle took of his headphone when Trey placed a plate of strawberry tart in front of him. It was the weekend and Riddle decided he needed a mood booster. Another childhood friend, Trey, opened the family bakery and Riddle always visited him for tea and cake.

"You look happy. Did something good happen?" Trey asked.

Riddle shrugged. “I have met a violinist. He's pretty cool. "

“Oh.” There was a small smile on Trey's face. "You should introduce me to him. I want to see a man who makes you smile again."

Oh.

He hadn’t known he was doing that.

----- // -----

“Jonah, can I ask you something?” That was Riddle’s first question as he entered the music room. Jonah stopped playing and Riddle regretted not having waited a few seconds for another amazing performance.

“Senior Rosehearts” Jonah blinked. But then he nodded. “Of course.”

“Jonah, why are you playing the violin?”

Jonah lowered his violin and bow, humming thoughtfully. “Well ... I always thought musicians were really cool, so I asked my dad for a violin, and they signed me up with music lessons,”

“So you chose to play it?”

“Yes,” said Jonah. “But, I think since then, my reasons have changed a little. I started playing it because I thought people who could play an instrument were cool, but I kept playing because I fell in love with him. I keep playing because I can make my parents smile. I keep playing because, well, I guess ... music is my friend, you know? When I’m pissed off, when I’m angry, when something’s wrong ... I’ll take my violin outside and just play it. Music is one of the few things in the world that won’t judge you and only accepts you for who you are. And, you know, I need it sometimes. “

Riddle accepted this, and he thought, for a moment, that he and Jonah came from completely different backgrounds, not only as humans, but as musicians as well.

“… I want what you have,” said Riddle, and the words shocked him as much as they surprised Jonah, the look on his face. “Your passion, your love ... the way you play the violin with so many ... so many feelings, like there’s nowhere in the world you want more ... I ... I want that.”

It seems foolish to say it, but Jonah didn’t think of it that way. He put down his violin and walked towards Riddle. Slowly he raised his hand, resting it on the redhead’s shoulder.

“I’ll help you,” said Jonah, and the words buried him somewhere deep in Riddle’s heart. “I mean, I’m not the most skilled and we don’t really know each other well. But we musicians have to stick together, right? “He smiled softly. “If you want to play with me, if you will let me… I think I can help you. I will give it my best shot. “

It wasn’t much, and it wasn’t a solution, but Riddle felt a spark within him, something he hadn’t felt in a very, very long time.

Maybe it was excitement. Anticipation. For the first time in his life, he wanted to know what the future would be like. He wants to move forward.

----- // -----

Riddle managed to finish the piece the next day. It was a battle, and it was a tough fight, and there were several times when he wanted to give up, when he wanted to slam the case over the locks again and call Jonah to tell him he couldn’t do it ...

But he wants to play with Jonah. He wanted to play the piano and like it as much as Jonah liked his violin. He wanted that, he wanted it so badly.

So, he finished with that thought. He got through it, and it was difficult, it was very difficult, but Jonah chose the good part, this, that Riddle didn’t have much baggage.

If it had been another part, it might have been different, but this ... this was a good choice, even if just a coincidence.

Riddle passed by once one day, gave himself a day off, then tried again. He also tried again after that. And again. And again.

Again.

And this time, he wasn’t forced to try again. He did it because he wanted to, because he wanted what Jonah had, because he wanted to stand on that stage, and he wanted to press his fingers into the keys, because— He wanted to be a musician.

----- // -----

“Are you ready?”

Riddle took a breath through his nose, then nodded and let it out. “I think so,” he said, and the two of them headed backstage with the other competitors.

Jonah looked nervous, or, at least fidgety, and frankly, Riddle felt the same way. Every instinct he had was saying no, screaming that it was a bad idea and that he shouldn’t step on that stage, but… He wanted to…

... He longed to...

It was their turn before he was ready, and Riddle followed Jonah onto the stage. They bowed, the crowd cheered, and when the applause died down and the silence returned, Riddle sat at the piano, and Jonah raised his violin.

It is okay. Riddle took a deep breath. It is okay. This is good. Just go straight through this song, and ...

“Are you ready?” Jonah asked calmly, and Riddle stared at him.

Riddle wasn’t ready, not really, and he wasn’t sure he would, or even be.

But, after a moment, he nodded and raised his finger over the lock. Jonah readied his bow, hovered over the ropes, and with a sure nod to Riddle they shot straight for it.

It was fine at first, but Jonah was reckless, just as Riddle thought. The dynamics were odd, the way he played was strange, but they were perfect at the same time, even as Riddle struggled to adjust the tempo and his fingers flew across the keys. It started well, it started well, in fact, it was better than Riddle expected.

Except-

“What are you doing!? That’s not what it was meant to be played! Start at the top again!”

And Riddle began to drown. He fought it, he struggled to keep his fingers moving, struggled to keep his mind in the here and now and nothing else, but his thoughts were swirling as his eyesight spun, and his ears were ringing until he couldn’t hear the piano, until he couldn’t hear the violin, until the only thing he heard was his memories and haunting thoughts and—

He stopped.

The ringing was cut, and he could hear Jonah’s violin, shrill and steady and there, but not the piano.

Riddle rested his hands on his feet, teeth clenched behind his lips, eyes burning. He heard whispers rising from the audience behind Jonah’s playing, and although it was muffled and Riddle couldn’t make out the words, he could guess what they were saying.

He felt guilty. If he keeps playing he will spoil it for Jonah. The boy should have chosen someone else. He knew he couldn’t—

The violin stopped.

Riddle’s head snapped up, his eyes were wide open, and he saw Jonah lower his bow arm, violin strings sparkling in the overhead lamp. The audience muttered and whispered louder now, and Riddle could pick up on some common keywords like stop and why and competition, but he ignored them.

Jonah... Stopped.

In a competition like this, it was an automatic disqualification, for Jonah stop like that in the middle of his piece. Riddle could see the judges scribbling something on their clipboard and he knew right away that Jonah wasn’t going to advance now, that he won’t move on, but— Jonah didn’t have to stop. He didn’t do it.

So what-

“... Senior Rosehearts.”

Jonah’s voice was low, and his head was raised towards the audience, though his words were directed at Riddle.

“... Your passion,” said Jonah. “Your love, your ambition ... Your goal ... Even now, today, this second ... It is yours and no one else’s.” Riddle could only stare. “They are yours, and no one can take it from you. No one.“

Riddle gasped, trying to think of something to say, but at this moment, words failed, and all he heard was Jonah’s voice. All he saw was Jonah’s smile, as he finally turned to face him.

“Do you ... Want to try again?”

Riddle had never been asked before.

He never wanted to try again before.

But he found himself moving his hands, found himself nodding, and Jonah raising the arm of his bow, and they were gone again.

Again.

Again.

Again.

This time it was different. Riddle was playing, but he felt ... Different. Something changed, something drastic, and the fingers moved smoothly. He didn’t push himself, didn’t force the melody out, didn’t force his hands to move.

Jonah played with him. The audience got excited and listened attentively, but Riddle didn’t even think about them anymore. His fingers moved as Jonah’s arm dragged the bow along the strings, and Riddle didn’t know why or how but he felt like a kid again, playing a rookie tune to make his father smile, playing without a care, without his mother looming. behind him, without ...

...Without fear.

And he knew it won’t last long. He knew this moment of passion, this moment of love, this moment where he felt like he was playing this piano and not his mother, he knew it wouldn’t last.

But it was happening now, and he seized it. As his fingers danced over the keys, never missing a beat, and Jonah stroking the violin with a combination of grace and intensity, Riddle seized it.

It ended in a hurry.

Riddle’s hand left the key and Jonah swung his bow arm in the air, as he had done so many times. They were both panting heavily, both gasping for breath, both sweating, both-

Smiling.

When Riddle met Jonah’s eyes, sparkling and alive despite the sweat running down his face, he smiled.

Both of them were.

His ears were ringing. His throat felt like cotton. Stiffly, he rose and moved to stand beside Jonah to bow; Jonah had already lowered his violin and bow, and together, the two were facing the audience.

The ringing in Riddle’s ears was cut off, and all he heard was the thundering applause.

It startled him, the transition between ringing to roaring, and he almost stepped back, but held back. He looked at Jonah from the corner of his eye, and Jonah did the same, so that their gazes accidentally met.

Jonah held back his gaze and smile, and with a small jolt of his head toward the audience, they both bowed low.

It was a great show.

And Riddle wants to do it again with Jonah one day.

[onewfantaesy]

Yes! Give me all of the old goodies! I want the good, the bad, and the cringe.

u asked for it!!! it’s terrible and horrible but if literally anyone wants me to go more into it i’d be so down to just starting writing shit for it. i’m straight up just gonna copy and paste it from the message i sent like literally 4 years ago also it’s long as hell so it’s almost all going under a readmore there were no line breaks i had to go put in every line break omfg

okay so this is both a bandfic sort of idea but it's also a high school sort of idea so just bear with me pls 

 so like,,,u know how taemin and kai went to the same arts high school??? what if,,,,and this is a big fun fanficy what if 

 but what if okay so taemin and kai are in one class yes because same school year if i remember correctly, then sehun and krystal are in the year below them i'm like pretty sure so they're also both in the same class just for fics sake lmao 

and like,,,they're all just doing their school thing, and taemin and jongin sit sort of next to each other in their class, and by that i mean taemin sits in like the 3rd row by the window and jongin sits in the seat directly behind him so taemin's always turned around during breaks talking with him and playing like rock paper scissors and all that bullshit 

 and okay so lets just saaaaaay there was like an new reality-ish show, like that one show where taemin went to high school again with all those other idols and it was at an arts school, but like this show is for older idols to do other jobs and lmao this is why i don't wanna put it on tumblr or anything because it's so fanficy it's gross but it's so fun to imagine in my head and i wanna just headcanon it with someone who also likes the idea 

 but like so jaejoong ends up being taemin and kai's teacher for like a week or 2 for this show, and then fuck idk Rain is the teacher for sehun and krystal's class and when taemin finds out he's SO JEALOUS 

 "WHAT THE FUCK NO I LOVE HIM MAKE HIM SWITCH TO OUR CLASS" 

"and get stuck with jaejoong, fat fucking chance lee taemin go dance to rising sun or some bullshit why don't you" 

 and also just because why not add more fanficy shit with something that's already so ridiculously fanficy and let's say taemin used to be fairly close with jaejoong before the whole ~lawsuit~ thing happened, and he used to maybe see him and the other dbsk members like once a week because he was close with them and they helped him with dancing, singing, etc whatever cute bonding shit

 and then one day taemin went to go see them and jyj were just gone and taemin was so confused and changmin was upset and yunho was upset but just like "they left the band taemin they're gonna leave the company" and taemin's this lil freshly debuted kid and he just "but they didn't say goodbye?????" 

 and taemin's been so upset with jaejoong since that day because like he feels very hurt about them just leaving and not saying goodbye to him 

 so when jaejoong shows up as his teacher that morning, everyone in their class thought it was just a normal day, and there were cameras in the classroom but they also just assumed that it was something taemin or jongin related because idols in their class and all that so taemin's just turned around playing rock paper scissors with kai, and then the door opens and it's another camera and then a man walking in but it's right after the bell and no one's really looking so they just assume it's their teacher so everyone just "goodmorning teacher" in monotone voices because they have to, and jongin pushes taemin forward so he's facing forward and everyone just 

 "what's going on" 

"taemin what is this!" 

"jongin!! is this a new reality show??" 

 and taekai are just what the fuck because jaejoong is standing at the front of their class and that's definitely not their teacher where the hell is Mrs. Kim 

 and jaejoong explains that it's a new reality show, and he'll be their teacher for the next week or so, and everyone is kind of excited except for taemin and jongin who are like well SHIT because once their company gets a load of this, they're gonna be in a load of shit 

 and jongin just leans forward and whispers in taemin's ear "this is a load of barnacles" like that guy from spongebob, and taemin absolutely SNORTS so of course everyone and the cameras and jaejoong turn to him, and jongin immediately falls back into his seat and taemin tries to put on a straight face and jaejoong just 

 "taemin, jongin, is there something you'd like to share with the class?" 

 "no, nothing," taemin says, sending a very annoyed smile at jaejoong. 

 and then when jaejoong isn't looking (but a camera is still pointed at them), jongin leans back forward and just "we're good noodles" and taemin fucking SNORTS SO LOUDLY and slaps jongin away from him and jaejoong just 

"taemin. stay after class, won't you?" 

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH”

 everyone immediately just is like lmao u know how high school students are when someone gets in trouble lmao and taemin just huffs, and when jaejoong turns back around, taemin turns quickly to hit jongin on the shoulder and turn back around before jaejoong can see it 

 and like, taemin and jongin quickly become so annoyed with all the cameras, and like they're honestly just trying to do their work at one point and taemin is slumped over his desk trying to do the work with the person who sits next to him, and he just turns to the cameraman and just 

 "can u get that thing out of my face pls i'm not a cast member on this show"

 "but you're in the class!!!" 

 "i'm not the only one in this class!!" 

taemin is so exasperated like man i'm trying to learn i didn't sign up for this shit and then during a break someone like

 "oh u know those things we sign at the beginning of the year that say we can be on media and shit for the school?? this must file under that, we must be one of the classes where everyone's guardians signed yes" 

 and then at lunch, taemin and jongin go see if sehun and krystal have this same problem and they just walk up to the classroom because it's lunch time and usually the teachers all leave right away and taemin just pushes the door open so dramatically like

 "sehunnie!! you'll never believe who our teacher is this week holy shit!!" 

 and he just runs smack into Rain and just

 "oh my god" 

looks up at him with these wide ass eyes and he's having such a fanboy moment he loves rain so much omg and jongin has to like hold onto him to hold him up because rain just 

"oh, shinee. big fan" 

and walks away and taemin practically fucking FAINTS

 "BIG FAN!! HE SAID HE'S A BIG FAN!! OF ME!!!!" 

 "he said shinee u dipshit"

 "I AM SHINEE!!! I'M GONNA SHIT MYSELF!!" 

 "who's your teacher though don't leave us hanging" 

 and the other three come over and taemin immediately sobers up and just "ugh that fuckhead jaejoong i can't fucking believe this you know who's gonna get in toruble for it?? US. un-fucking-believable" 

 "you know, you never had a mouth like that when i knew you. also, if i recall correctly, i asked you to stay after class" 

 and taemin turns and sees jaejoong and a camera and he just "shit" because dammit he hopes he didn't get caught cursing on camera and now he's gotta have some fake heart-to-heart with jaejoong and he's none too pleased and jaejoong pulls him aside but there's still a cameraman following them and taemin is so uncomfortable and just

 "please i'm serious get that thing out of my face" 

 "taemin it's just for a couple minutes." 

 "what do you want?"

 taemin is just so upset and like he's so on edge because at school he can be somewhat normal but no now he's got an idol teacher and cameras following him around and dammit he just wants to go eat his lunch 

 "i wanted to talk to you about what happened when i left"

 "no, sorry, i'm not doing this" 

taemin just cuts him off and walks away, but jaejoong follows him and just 

 "why not"

 "because!! that's a personal thing, and if you're only gonna talk about it because you're being filmed, then you really don't care at all and i don't wanna hear it. now can i go eat my lunch please, i'm hungry" 

 and jaejoong just sighs and looks at taemin, and taemin's just this sad kid right now looking at him with these big eyes and he looks so upset and jaejoong just 

"okay. go. but no more disturbing the class, got it?" 

 "that wasn't even my fault" taemin grumbles "jongin was the one saying shit not me" 

 "don't let it happen again" jaejoong warns him, but taemin just walks off and goes to look for his lil friends. 

 also!!! kwonho is his friend from school right?? that's the guy taemin sits next to in class lmao i just remembered that, and kwonho is part of their lil group and!!! probably also moonkyu!!! moonkyu can sit next to jongin lmao so that's like the general gist of it i'm sorry this is so long lmao but i've had this idea in my head for probably a year now and it flows a lot better in my head than in writing but yeah i just!!! really wanna talk about it

and also another part of this au deals with a manager and is like mm three or so days into jaejoong being their teacher and maybe fuck idk kang hodong is a lil first year class teacher who taekai barely realize is there until they hear him crashing down the hall on day 2 and everyone in the classrooms goes up against the windows to look outside and see what's going on only to find kang hodong leading a bunch of firsties down the hallway as some form of prank or lesson or no one really knows what's happening, but everyone wishes hodong was their teacher after that 

 and anyways a manager comes one day to pick taemin up for a schedule and taemin completely forgot about it so he's absorbed in the lesson that jaejoong is teaching, and so the manager has to go straight up to the classroom to collect taemin because he forgot to go down to the office to get picked up and the manager just knocks once and opens the door and just

"taemin, come on" because this happens rather often but then he sees who's teaching 

 and taemin "shit" and gathers up his things really quickly and just tries to get out of there without some sort of weird fight thing happening and just "sorry hyung sorry sorry i'm coming!!"

 "what is going on" 

 "what?" 

 "why is HE in your classroom?? and cameras???" 

 "we're on a show hyung can we go please i'm gonna be late" 

 taemin's just got his backpack slung over his shoulder and he's so anxious to just leave because oh no this is the angry manager and he's getting that angry look and oh no "get in the hall"

 and he just grips taemin's arm and shoves him outside and FUCK it kind of hurts and fuck everyone saw and the cameras saw and just fuck 

 "jongin, get out"

 "what, i don't have a schedule today!" jongin is seriously like annoyed like no today is a day off until like 6 pm fuck that "jongin, NOW" and jongin is so freaked out and he just "sorry okay i'm coming" 

and he gets his things and he's hurrying outside and he just "how long has this been goig on??" 

 "what??" 

 "how long have you two been on a show without telling anyone!!" he's getting so angry and taekai are so freaked out holy shit they didn't think it was that big of a deal

 "hey, do you have permission to take jongin out of class?" jaejoong is like worried like is this even legal 

 "you stay out of this" the manager Does Not like jaejoong. not one bit. and the manager like gets so angry and he's yelling at taekai in the hall and another teacher hears it and peaks out to see what's going on and he like grills them for not telling anyone that they were on a show and that jaejoong was their teacher and blahblah 

and he asks if sehun and krystal have been ont he show too and they both just "yeah" and he makes them go get them and so they hurry down the hall to their classroom and knock on the door and they're so nervous when rain looks at them like 

"excuse me what the fuck you're interrupting my lesson" 

 and taemin just "um, we have to, um, a manager is here and, we sort of, have to have sehun and krystal come with us right now, now, like right now"

 and he's so obviously extremely nervous and the other two immediately know which manager it is just by how nervous taemin is and they start packing their shit up and they all hear the manager yelling for them to hurry up, and rain just "you two stay in here. everyone stay in here, you two come with me, you're going back to class" 

 and taemin just pipes up as rain puts his arm around the two of them to guide them back to class and he just 

 "i actually have a schedule right now i'm actually supposed to be leaving" 

 "then kai will go back to class and you can call another manager"

 "um actually, rain, sir, i go by jongin when i'm at school"

 "then jongin will go back to class, and taemin can call another manager to come pick him up" 

 "yes sir, rain, sir, okay, yes" 

 and by now jaejoong and the manager are outside of the classroom arguing, and a cameraman is out recording the whole thing and then rain joins in like

"hey can we just let this one go back to class and let the other go to his schedule why do we have to fight and get the children involved"

 and then the bell rings but it never fucking stops and after a moment of confusion, taemin and jongin just look at each other like 

"holy shit holy SHIT is this real holy shit HOLY SHIT"

 and all the classroom doors close and lock and the blinds on the windows get shut and jaejoong, rain, the manager, and the cameraman have no idea what's going on but taemin and kai run up to their classroom and start banging on the door and just 

 "HEY LET US IN LET US IN OMG OPEN THE DOOR" 

 but their classroom president just "sorry we can't open the door for anyone until the lockdown bell rings again or until the principal says over the intercom that lockdown is over" 

 "hey kids what's going on??" rain is so confused and the camera is going between the boys and the adults

 and taemin just "WAS THERE A LOCKDOWN DRILL TODAY" 

"what??"

 "YOU'RE THE TEACHERS OMG WAS THERE SUPPOSED TO BE A LOCKDOWN DRILL TODAY YES OR NO"

 "i don't know???"

 "OH MY GOD YOU PEOPLE ARE USELESS"

 taekai are just freaking out holy shit because if they're on lockdown that's like serious they never go on lockdown unless it's a drill and they go back to banging on the door begging for their classmates to let them back in but their classroom president keeps saying no despite the fact that many other people are saying they should let them in 

 and taemin just "JAEHYUN YOU PANSY SON OF A BITCH OPEN THE DOOR" 

 "WHY DON'T YOU GO HIDE IN THE BATHROOM, IDOL" 

taemin just "THIS IS WHY I VOTED FOR [insert girl's name here] INSTEAD OF YOU" 

 and the girl just "wait taemin you really voted for me???" 

 "yeah you're WAY BETTER THAN THIS PANSY PIECE OF SHIT" 

 "WHY DON'T YOU TELL THAT TO THE BATHROOM YOU'RE GONNA GO HIDE IN"

“WHO DIED AND MADE YOU KING?”

"IM IN CHARGE WHEN THE TEACHER IS ABSENT"

 "YPU ONLY WON FROM LIKE 3 VOTES NO ONE LIKES YPU" 

 and taemin and kai just scream a little bit out of frustration before kicking the door one last time but when they realize that the supposed adults in charge aren't doing anything they just 

 "fuck this we're hiding in the bathroom until this is over have fun ARGUING IN THE HALLWAY"

 and they run down the hall to go hide in the bathroom and lock the door and then over the intercom the principal just 

 "there is a man trying to take our student idols without authorization. the proper law enforcement officers have been notified, but do not let any of your student idols go with a man who says he is here to pick them up. this is not a drill. teachers, lock your doors, and keep your students away from the windows." blahblahblah 

 and taemin and kai are int he bathroom just laughing out of both frustration and a little bit out of disbelief that the school is actually calling the cops on their manager and then someone in shinee calls taemin, probably key, and taemin ends up facetiming with them and the other four see that taemin and kai are int he bathroom at school and just 

 "what the hell taemin you're so late for this recording where are you???" 

 "so long story short, manager hyung got the whole school put on lockdown and me and jongin had to hide in the bathroom because our stupid pansy fuck of a class president wouldn't open the door for us to go back inside of our class"

 "what the hell are you talking about" 

 so taemin and jongin explain the whole reality show thing with jaejoong being their teacher for a week and jinki probably just 

"you're saying jaejoong was your teacher all week and you didn't tell anyone" 

"basically yeah and then the manager u fucks sent to pick me up BLEW UP AT US and it was not pretty can you please tell the NOT ASSHOLE MANAGER that i'm going to be late because THE ASSHOLE MANAGER is probably in the process of being arrested ~~thank you~~ COME GET ME. I'M LITERALLY LOCKED IN A BATHROOM. THIS IS NOT FUN."

 and idk other people they were supposed to be on the show with that are just lingering about are giggling at the misfortunes of the young idols and lmao idk the asshole manager probably gets fired literally all our lil high school idols babies get in trouble for not telling anyone they were being filmed at school for a tv show and taemin makes up with jaejoong yay happy ending i just wanna talk about this so bad 

Tbh I mostly just enjoy the image of taemin and Kai being followed by a cameraman as they run through the halls in their school uniforms to the bathroom because their asshole class president won't let them in because of a technicality and just shouting "This is BULLSHIT" and scrambling to lock the door to the second floor boys bathroom

Also just taekai and their two other friends goofing off before class and forgetting a camera is there and they're talking about a new movie or something and taemin just

 "IT! WAS! SO! KICK! ASS" and alternating between fists to punch the air in front of him and they all like re-enact scenes they liked or whatever 

 And they're just being dumb boys u know and then the teacher and jaejoong come in and they all immediately scramble to sit down in their seats and just It's a really funny contrast to what they act like as Exo/shinee u know

And then Kai just "wait when did you go see that movie??" 

 "I went with kwonho on Sunday" 

 "WHY WASNT I INVITED??" 

 And moonkyu just "OR ME??" 

 "I'm sorry but you knew going into this 4-person relationship that I would have to split my time up between the three of you" 

 "Taemin fuck off" 

 Taemin is just unphased and continues "and that sometimes one might get more attention than the other" 

 "You are the worst" 

 "Thank you I'm taking that as a compliment" 

 And just uwu the four of them being smart asses together

And taemin just shakes his head and closes his eyes and shrugs like "I am a busy busy man" 

 And Kai just scoffs like "hey busy man, did you finish the math homework?" 

And he waves around the paper that has half of his homework done 

 And taemin just Pauses 

 "I am a busy busy man who forgot there was math homework" 

 And he leaps forward and takes a piece of paper of moonkyu and a pencil and just "lemme see lemme see lemme see!!" 

Because they have math first and fuck he totally forgot and there's only 5 minutes before class starts 

 And moonkyu lets them copy his homework and then the class president comes over and just "Excuse me IDOLS are you CHEATING?" 

 And taemin just makes a face at him and goes back to it, but before anyone can really say anything about, another classmate comes over and just "Oh shove off asshole, you copied my history homework at lunch yesterday" 

 And everyone just snorts, and he goes shuffling off to his desk 

Everyone hates the class president because right after he won he became a dick about it and everyone regretted voting for him 

 And the girl who ran against him just "I told you to vote for me" 

 And taemin turns to his friends and just "I told you to vote for her" 

 "Taemin shut up"

 "Never trust a man who only wears glasses in class!!!" 

 Kwonho just Shoves taemin closer to the window

[sainadazai]

When your crush is angry all the time

Ch. 1

Something fun at an all girls school

Chapter 1

Something fun in an

✨all girls school✨

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"Alright, despite how much the staff have opposed the right for students to watch t.v. during school time....our principle believes that this is actually going to be informative. Now girls, students with all sorts of quirk and backgrounds can be accepted to U.A. I expect you all to respect the people on this t.v as your future colleagues. NO JOKES."

"Pst..wish she would just shut up so we can see the hot guys..." Maiyumi whispered to no one particular

"I know, I haven't seen a man since I got kidnapped last year."

"Most of us havent seen anyone since being kidnapped, or you know, FUCKING ARESTED!" Y/n whisper-yelled. She was still very pissed that even though, she was obviously kidnapped-and meant to be killed- the fucking police blamed her. Dad chalked it up to them being jealous, but y/n really wasn't having it. Imagine it's the third time you were kidnapped and tortured before the age of 16, and it was supposedly your fault. 

Technically, they could've arrested her for burning down the building two weeks later, obviously while empty, she admitted that was wrong. Still, they got what they deserved, and she got frozen yogurt from down the street. As she would say: now that's proper treatment after a kidnapping 😎

"L/n thats enough, we all know the story by now, and we do not need to hear it again"

"But you shoulda been there, the audacity of them to say I was working with those guys!?! Those villains were way below MY level. I mean c'mon, if I was a villain i'd be way cooler than those nobodies."

"Oh.my.god. y/n I love you, but shit up so we can watch hot U.A. boys fight each other!"

"Ms. Hitoka!Unacceptable, we are here to learn from our follow young heros, not sexualize them"

"I heard midnight is gonna be there," Katna whispered towards the group, front the back of the room. Mind you, she was in a position to pounce, considering, much like her classmates, she hadn't seen a boy in years. 

"MIDNIGHT IS SOOO HOT" y/n yelled, forgetting that their teacher was in the front cursing herself for not accepting that sugar-baby job, and never meeting these obnoxious and horny teens. 

"For FUCKS SAKE, JUST WATCH THE TV"

As the teacher yelled all heads turned to face her and ignore their previous conversations. Y/n and Maiyumi had grown soft smiles, finally welcoming back the teacher they know and love. 

You see, LADY STATIC was an ex-pro hero, her quirk was projection. She could pick up any video signals from any device and project exactly what the device was seeing, or playing. She called all cameras her bitch....several times. So, as far as teaching went, she could only last a couple of minutes of seriousness in the beginning of class each day, before she erupted in a fit of lewd comments, brags, and most importantly curse words.

The black screen of the tv suddenly turned on revealing the large stadium that must be where the festival would take place. Y/n didnt really want to watch, it made her kind of sad knowing there were kids out there with the energy to try at something so dumb. A competition where you stay within grade, with supervision, and limits, and rules, and no real risk. It all sounded boring to her. She would either want to sit in bed eating and watching anime, or actually feel something. 

The idea of a battle where you aren't risking your life seemed pretty dull to her. See...y/n along with her best friend maiyumi, was an adrenaline junkie. Those two were the biggest non-villain troublemakers the world has yet to see. 

Finding it fun to jump off bridges, run across intersections, and fight each other with no rules or precautions. After living a life where most people you meet want you dead, and most of your life has just been trauma, everything gets more and more boring. Until you don't even mind risking your life just to feel something. 

However, what y/n did feel, very frequently, was horny. She wouldn't lie and say that she has indulged in some things, despite there being only girls in her private hero academy. However, she craved men, simply because they were something she hadn't had yet. So in the nature of being royalty, if she hadn't had it, she wanted it.

"..booo"

"How could say that, you meant to be representing our school"

"Not my fault the rest of you are just stepping stones to my victory."

Y/n finally focused back on the screen, she was seeing a very up close image of a blonde boy with red eyes, this being the first man she saw since the police 5 months ago. Her eyes lit up, and sub-consciously her body started to glow different colors. Shifting as quickly as the Led lights in her dorm. 

"Mind your quirk princess" Saina, the class grump-who lowkey crushes on y/n- sneers. 

"Aww, sorry, thanks for reminding me daddy" Y/n responded, feigning innocence but still not breaking eye contact with the screen. 

She mentally focused on subsiding her quirk, but it took awhile for her to completely stop glowing. 

Once she was y/n watched the first parts of the festival, noting exactly what that blonde boy was doing. Not without checking out some of the other students. Obviously, but something about those red eyes had her enticed. So she made sure to focus on him. 

As she watched she learned that his quirk was fire, and he used it very differently than she did. She scribbled down a random note about it to make it seem like she was studying and trying to improve herself. Then, focused back on every intricate curve of his face instead. How he scowled, he really looked angry, but being one of those U.A. kids, she couldn't help but doubt he really had anything to be angry about. 

Soon the girl found herself imagining him in some sort of serious situation, what could make somebody so angry? 

And before she knew it, his fighting figure disappeared from the tv as an image of midnight replayed him, announcing that he had one his fight. The last fight wasn't it? Meaning that the rage boy must've won the whole thing. y/n really wasn't impressed, obviously he was only fighting other U.A. students. How hard could that be? However, she was excited that he won for some reason.

While y/n watched him she couldn't help but wish she was the one fight. Oh to be punched by that man.  Every kick he would throw sent goosebumps down her body. Plus when he used that quirk, shit was it hot. Pun intended. Fire seemed like such a simple quirk, but simple works best. That  last fight against Todoroki, that excited her. 

See, y/n liked adventures away from the school ground, and since she could fly..well. She knew Todoroki.  He was always considerate enough not to be weirded out by her when she would sneak into his house, her parents knew his dad well, so she pretty much only knew that one place.  He was logical and so he understood that she isn't really perverted, she simply hasn't seen boys in a very long time.  Todoroki figured if he hadn't seen a female in three years he might become more fond of them as well. 

"Now lets award the metals" 

She looked up at the screen to see a podium holding the winners and runner ups. Atop it was the boy, he was announced as Katsuki Bakugou. He was chained to the post and attacking the air, and y/n found this insanely hot. She assumed that since Todoroki hadn't given his all, that boom boom might be upsetting. However, she never expected to see this beautiful sight on the tv screen of her classroom. The sight was stuck in her mind for days. 

She thought about it during dance class. 

She thought about it during quirk training. 

She thought about it during lunch.

During "sleepovers"

During missions with her boss - gang orca

During meeting with the principle

Even during visit time with her parents. It was then she decided she had to do something about it. Now, even though most girls at her school looked down upon U.A. the parents and staff didn't. For the girls it was about how truly jealous they were that those students, even with lesser power, would get to become heros. While us here, would become noblewomen, or princesses or be married off into other famous quirk families.

Y/n only was jealous because her mother spent more time with U.A. students than with her and her brothers. Seeing her mother was midnight, yes, the pro-hero. While that sounds cool, it isn't. Her mother and father dated for 1 month before getting married on a whim. Her father being a prince was something mom always described as FUCKINZg SEGGSYYY. Yes, you could blame midnight for y/ns horny behaviors. 

Unfortunately for midnight, royal quirks don't mix with other quirks. None of her children have her quirk. Her daughter has Elementus total control, her middle son has Elementus manipulate, and youngest son has Elementus transform. So she is left with a 7 year old that can turn himself into water if he doesn't want to get in trouble....yeah. So that at home life was strange...

"Mom, dad, I wanna be hero"

"Bullshit, no you don't bahaha"

"I do, mom"

"Why"

"Dad, I wanna help people you know, like mom does. I wanna make the world better instead of just becoming a queen and sitting in a house all day." Y/n lied, she would love to sit around doing nothing while her rich, king husband did all the work. Then she could just eat and watch anime and be unbothered. However, in the moment, y/n forgot about her dream future. All she wanted in that moment was to see boom boom everyday. yuh, I said it..boom boom.

"Babe, she has a fair point...plus its not like chiyo can do anything with his quirk"

"What do you mean?! CHiyo's quirk is so cool dad, one time he took all the oxygen out of my bod and then I couldn't do anything, it was so cool!"

"see...."

"Yea,yea i see"

"My love, can't you just recommend her to U.A. so you can keep an eye on her. We both knew she was destined to be a hero at some point."

"Uhm. Babe. She only wants to go so she can see boys."

"What?!My princess would never, you heard it, she wants to help people. Our sons would never say such things, we should proud, love"

"Honey, she is lying."

"No, I'm not a mom, I could care less about boys. All the girls at this school can do the same things, if not better. "

"Y/N! I love you so much my precious horny little fuck"Her mother sprang up from her seat and embarrassed her. 

"I can't believe this is my life.." dad sighed. 

"But yeah, that proves your point honey, if she is gay then she must mean it. Yayyy. N/N is coming to school with meeee!!"

"I- yeah mom."

[idiosinkrasies]

Ocean Eyes

(Jaren's POV)

I look out the window from where I was sat in the classroom near the back and gaze out into the schoolyard, glancing at the trees that danced in the autumn wind and the leaves that floated their way down to the ground. I look up to see the blue sky filled with cirrus clouds that didn't quite cover the suns rays. My eyes drift over to the big oak tree that stood tall in the middle of everything. Sitting under the tree is someone, a boy, who looks to be around my age, that has dyed blond hair that reaches his shoulders. He's wearing a yellow, red, and blue hoodie with jeans and a stylish pair of black boots. He seems to be looking at something on his phone, not smiling from what I can see, but I can barely make out any of his features, apart from his painted nails.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by the bell, startling me slightly as I quickly look back to the front of the room where my teacher stands and then around to all my classmates who are putting their things away for their next class. Then I look back out to the schoolyard only to see the back of the man walking into the school. I frown and pack up my things, making my way out of the classroom and into the crowded halls.

The next time I see the guy is in my last period, which apparently he's in. Thinking back on it, I remember seeing him, but this morning he really just caught my eye. My eyes follow him as he makes his way toward the back of the room, where I was sitting, and sits at the desk in front of me. He turns to face me.

"Hey, do you happen to have a pencil or a pen I could borrow?" He says in a low and calm voice. I almost forget to answer, I'm too distracted by his eyes. I can't decide if they're blue or gray or maybe even a little green, they just seem so deep and mysterious. I eventually get my words out.

"Oh uh yeah, one sec," I say digging through my bag for a pencil. Once I pull one out I hand it to him. "You can keep it,"

"Thanks, man," He smiles at me and I notice the mole on the top of his upper lip.

"Oh no problem," I reply and he turns to face the front just as the bell rings and the teacher starts the attendance. He goes through some names before I hear the same calm voice speak up.

"John?" The teacher asks.

"Here" The man, John, replies. So his name is John huh? Good to know.

Later that night while I'm trying to do homework I keep thinking back to John and his eyes. I feel like they hold more in them than he lets a show like he has a story to tell and he's waiting for the right person to tell it to. I want to be that person. For some reason, I feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. It makes it really hard to concentrate on my homework when all I can think about is John and his eyes.

Two days later is when we talk again. It's lunch for me now and none of my friends are in my lunch period so I'm sitting alone at a table near the wall of the cafeteria. Someone sits down. It doesn't bother me though. A lot of people that don't have anywhere to go come here, be it because they want to sit somewhere else or their friends aren't at school/lunch that day. So this doesn't surprise me. What does surprise me is when a calm voice speaks up.

"Hey," The person says, I look up, only to be met with dazzling blue-grey eyes. All rational thoughts leave my head and I'm stunned to silence. It's John. "Can I sit here?" He says with a small and shy smile. I try to formulate a sentence but my brain seems to have stopped working.

"Uhhhhhhh, yeah. Yeah, go for it." I manage to get out after a beat of silence and ya just looking at each other, him more expectantly and be more surprised.

"Can I ask why you always sit alone?" He says, smoothly sitting down with a lunch tray in his hands, placing his backpack on the ground next to him.

"Well, uh- none of my friends are in this lunch period and so I just sit here with my thoughts and my phone," I say, speeding through my words a bit and looking down to my suddenly very interesting cafeteria food.

"Well, now you have me to sit with. I'm John, by the way." He says extending a hand out towards me. I place mine in his, shaking gently.

"I know, I'm Jaren or Smii7y," I say.

"Smii7y?" He asks, raising an eyebrow with a slight smirk pulling on his lips.

"It's my gamer tag," I inform him.

"Well if we're going by gamer tags then you can call me Kryoz." He says proudly.

"Kryoz? As in Cryo, like a cryo chamber? But with a z?" His mouth opens to retort but then it closes and opens once more.

"Yes, because I'm edgy." He finally says.

"Ok edgelord, be careful or else you may cut yourself," I tell him and we both start to laugh. Why did I ever think it would hard to talk to him.

"And here I was, not gonna make fun of Smitty, but now I'm having second thoughts." He says looking me directly in the eyes and I remember why it was so hard to talk to him. God those eyes.

"Hey, don't be mean, I'm sensitive," I say jokingly.

"My apologies, your highness. Forgive this lowly peasant for offending you, my prince." He says bowing his head. I laugh but then regain my composure.

"For your crimes against the royal family, you shall be hanged." I say in my best "royal" voice, tilting my head up slightly to give off an authoritative aura.

He looked up at me and we paused for a second before breaking out in laughter. His laugh is just as incredible as his eyes, holy shit. We fall into silence, but not an uncomfortable one. That is until I speak up.

"I like your nails, by the way." His eyes widen slightly and he looks down to where his painted nails are in view.

"Oh, thanks. You don't think it's weird or anything?" He asks hesitantly, disbelief in his eyes.

"No, not at all, I think it's awesome! Maybe you could do my nails someday." I say, reassuring him that I won't bully him. That seems to put him a bit more at ease.

"Yeah, that seems nice," He says, smiling at me. "but, to actually hang out, we would need a means of contacting each other."

He pulls out his phone and uses his finger to open it, clicking on the contacts app and holding it out to me. I graciously take the phone from him and put in my information, making my name Milkbag in his contacts.

When he takes the phone back, he chuckles at the name I gave myself. He taps on the phone a couple of times, before my phone dings, signaling he was probably texting me. I pick up my phone and see a text from an unknown number.

unknown: sup cutie

I feel a light blush spread across my cheeks. I look up at John only to see him looking at me with a smug grin plastered on his face. I roll my eyes at him, but it only makes him smile wider.

"I'm not cute," I say, with a slight pout in my lip.

"I beg to differ." He says, placing his arms on the table and leaning over it, towards me. I do the same.

"Really?" He nods, we're exponentially closer now than before, "then beg." I pull back from the intense staring contest we were in and lean back to see his expression. He looks a little astonished that I would say what I said. That is until he cracks a small smile.

"Wow Smit, I didn't think you were the kinky type." He says, making my face blush bright red. I become a stuttering mess. "It's ok, we all have our own kinks." He winks at me, just making me blush harder.

Suddenly the bell rings and it's time for class. We both start to pack up our things as we stand up to leave the cafeteria. He slings one strap over his back while I put both arms through the straps.

"Nice talking to you, Jaren." He says, standing in front of me.

"You too, John." We smile at each other and he turns to go to his next period, while I make my way to the library. I have a free period right now and I usually spend it in the library, either reading or doing homework, but I feel that I won't be able to do that right now. Mostly because of a certain someone occupying my brain at the moment.

I sit down and open the book I'm currently reading. I get through the next few pages in the book when my reading is interrupted by a thought.

John has really pretty eyes.

I look up from my book in shock of what I just thought. That doesn't mean anything though, I can like his eyes without liking him, and anyway, I'm not gay, well, I'm bisexual but that doesn't mean that I have a crush on John, I mean, I just met him. Right?

I begin to question what I feel for John and soon enough, it's the end of the period and I have to go to my next class. For the rest of the day, I'm sorta out of it. Even during last period, I have to remind myself to pay attention to the teacher and not let my eyes or mind drift to the boy sitting next to me.

Maybe I do like him.

~timeskip~

John and I have been friends for about 3 months now and we've really become quite the duo around the school. Almost everyone in our grade knows us as Smii7y and Kryoz, cause we only call each other that after we started to play games together. We've gotten so close that we start to say the same things and have the same actions to the point where we have an ongoing joke about saying "you have bear fists?" simultaneously.

As we've gotten closer, the more I fall for him. Ok, yes, I do have a crush on my best friend. I know it's not a good thing but I just can't help it, he's too perfect. I've had to catch myself from staring into his eyes for too long, or from letting my thoughts wander too much. It can be challenging but I don't mind. Really, if I was only able to be his friend and could only daydream, then I'd be happy. So I am. Somedays I feel like I want to just tell him how I feel but I can't, because, one, I'm not out to him yet, and two, he won't reciprocate my feelings. So I don't really feel inclined to tell him.

I feel like I've gotten close enough to him at this point to tell him that I'm bi. For a while, I thought I was gay, but I've had crushes on girls in the past and I've only had girlfriends, who I did like at the time, so I know I'm not gay, but I'm not straight either.

Anyway, today is the day that I tell John, and I've never been more scared in my entire life. I don't know how he'll react, or if he'll hate me, or if something else bad will happen. All of this anxiety fills my body and overwhelms me to the point where I can't get out of bed. This has happened before, but after meeting John it had started to happen less and less often.

The only thing I can think to do is pull out my phone and click on John's contact. I put the phone on speaker and listen to it ring for a few seconds. He picks up the phone.

"Ayyyye, Smit, how's it going?" He asks and I feel my heart flutter slightly, only to be beaten down by my rational thoughts. I don't respond for a few seconds.

"John," I say with a trembling voice.

"Jaren? Are you ok?" He asks, concern and worry filling his voice. "Do you want me to come over?" I murmur yes.

"Ok, I'll be there in 10." Then he hangs up and I'm alone with my thoughts again. I think about what he'll think of me when he sees me like this, all weak and scared. Scared of what, opening up to him, my best friend? He probably thinks that I'm a burden to him and he'll leave me after this.

My breathing starts to pick up and the walls seem to start closing in on me. My eyes look frantically around for something, I don't know what though. My heart starts to speed up and my vision gets a bit blurry. My hands reach up to pull at my hair and my eyes get watery.

He'll never love you now.

The thought makes the tears spill from my eyes and I start to panic even more.

I'm so caught up in my thoughts that I don't even register the front door opening and closing. I only realize John's in my house when I hear him call my name. I try to tell him where I am but the only sound that comes out is a choked whimper. I think he got the message when my door opens and he rushes into the room and over to my bed.

"Oh my gosh, Jaren, are you ok?" He asks, and I shake my head no. He immediately moved over to the side of the bed and crouches down, I move my head to look at him, his face full of worry. "Do you want a hug?" I nod.

He pulls me up from where I was still lying down and pulls me into a big hug, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and press my face into the crook of his neck, tears flowing freely from my eyes.

I feel his hands rub up and down my back as he whispers into my ear. "It's was just a thought, it's ok," He says, "I'm here now."

After a few minutes, my breathing slows and I feel better. I pull away from the hug and wipe my eyes, smiling at him.

"Thanks, I needed that," I tell him.

"Hey, what are friends for." We laugh slightly.

"I'm sorry you had to see me like that, I just didn't know who else to call." He places a hand on my chin and makes me look into his beautiful, blue eyes.

"It's ok, I'm always here for you, you're my best friend and I care about you." I blink and before I can even think about what I'm doing, I lean in and press his lips to mine. After about two seconds my eyes widen and I pull away.

"I-I'm so sorry, it's just, I couldn't help it. You're just really attractive and I really like you, and I was planning on telling you that I'm bi and that's why I was freaking out and now I did this and you probably hate me now and-" He cuts me off by pulling me back into another kiss. I was shocked at first, but then I melted into it, my eyes closing and my hands weaving their way into his long hair as his moved to hold my waist and our lips moved in sync. When he pulled away, we were both panting slightly. We press our foreheads together and he puts a hand on my cheek.

"I like you too, Jaren, and I'm also bi." I open my eyes to see him staring into mine, a soft smile on his face. I smile back.

"I'm glad you do, or else this would be very awkward." He starts to laugh and I join him soon after.

"Of course you make a joke when we're having a moment." He says in between laughs.

"I can do you one better."

"Oh no."

"Peppa, what are you doing in the middle of my confession?" I say and pull out a small Peppa Pig toy. He bursts out with laughter and falls over on the bed.

"Do you just have that with you at all times so you can make that joke?" He barely gets out.

"Yes," I say, making him laugh even harder.

"God, you're amazing." He says, finally over his laughing fit. He shakes his head and pulls me into a kiss again, this time with more passion behind it. He pulls away after a few moments of pure bliss. "Does this make me your boyfriend?"

"Yes please," I say, almost too quickly. "I mean, yeah sure." I try to correct my self, but the smile on my face is evident that I've wanted this for forever.

"Well, I guess that settles it, I, Johnathan "Kryoz" Keyes, am now Jaren "Smii7y" Smith's boyfriend." I giggle a bit and press a kiss to his forehead.

"You're a dork," I say.

"Yes, but now I'm your dork." He points out and I feel butterflies in my stomach.

"My dork." I stare into his eyes, a bright smile on my face. "I like the sound of that."

"I'm glad because you're gonna be stuck with me for a while."

"Oh I know, and that's what makes me excited."

We spend the rest of the day at my house, playing video games and talking, doing what we normally do, just this time I'm allowed to kiss him to distract him from the game, so I can win. And now I'm really happy that he decided to ask to sit with me during lunch because now I'm dating the love of my life and I'm finally happy and comfortable with myself. Sure I still have episodes and so does he, but now we have each other and we're always there for each other.

And I still can't stop staring at his ocean eyes, but now I can do it without consequences.

@writingwithadragon

[paolaofthewatertribe]

woosung - i don’t know you

«i don’t know you, but you make me

wonder who you are»

Everybody on campus knew him. The one and only Kim Woosung. Majoring in music and arts, vocalist and guitarist in his own band The Rose and every girls' heartthrob.

[y/n] wouldn't admit it though. She hated the fact that she developed a crush on him so quickly. But who wouldn't? Just a look at him would help you understand why every girl on campus had a crush on him.

5'10'', nice built and a smile that could heal all the diseases in the world. Only thing [y/n] didn't like what his personality.

He was known for being a player. If he liked someone, she would be going home with him by the end of the day. He was also very cocky and flirty. Not that that behavior annoyed [y/n], she found it very attractive, but not coming from him.

Everybody talked about him, it's just as if the whole world turned around him. And he definitely acted that way to her.

She just hated him. And liked him at the same time. But she would rather fail all her classes than admit it.

– Are you fantasizing again? – her friend Sangyu asked –. About a certain someone, maybe?

– What the heck Yu, of course not. You know I don't need no man – her friend laughed –. I was just thinking about what I'll eat for lunch later.

– If that's what you say. Well, here's me. See you later at lunch! – they said their goodbyes while each of them went to their different classes.

[y/n] was studying linguistics. She loved languages and was very good at it too.

She entered the classroom and sat down. The room was still kind of empty since class didn't start for another 15 minutes, so she decided to kill time by playing with her phone.

– Hey, is this seat taken? – she turned around when she heard a voice. She directly smiled.

– Of course it is Hajoon, was saving it just for you – she winked, making him blush, to what she laughed.

Lee Hajoon. He was studying music and also linguistics. That's how they met. They just sat together at one of their first classes and hit it off.

There was one bad thing about him though. What, you may ask? He was friends with Woosung.

– Are you free tonight? – he asked.

"Of course I'm free", she thought. It was kind of sad though. To be a student who had nothing to do on a Friday night.

– Why are you asking?

– We are playing some songs tonight at The Red Cat and I would really appreciate it if you would come – she sighed.

She saw it coming. It wasn't the first time he asked her to come to one of their concerts. But she always had an excuse. She just couldn't go and have to look at Woosung the whole night. She would probably fall deeper for him if she did.

– And don't say you can't. I know you don't have anything to do.

– You're right, like always – they laughed –. Okay fine, I'll be there. But with one condition.

– I knew it. You just couldn't go to make me happy – he faked a tear.

– Shut up! I'm bringing Sangyu with me, and I want you to finally try and talk to her.

Hajoon had the hugest crush on Sangyu, and so did she. So [y/n] thought it would be a great idea to finally set them up.

Bad idea. During the first half, it was fun. They danced to their songs, and to [y/n]'s luck, Woosung's voice was that of an angel, making it difficult for her to stop looking at him.

They decided to take a break, and Hajoon luckily kept his promise and talked to Sangyu. Sadly [y/n] didn't really think it through, since she was now alone in the middle of the bar.

She sighed and decided to get herself something to drink.

– What can I get you miss?

– I would like a Sex On The Beach please – she answered politely.

– I could give you that for free.

She froze. They never talked but she would recognize that voice anywhere. Kim Woosung was flirting with her.

She was fangirling inside, but she wouldn't show it. That would only increase his ego and she wouldn't give him that.

– Not interested, sorry – she smiled at the bartender while paying for her drink.

– You sure?

– Oh hell yes I am – she stood up and walked towards a free seat in the back of the bar.

She sighed with relief when she didn't see him coming to her. She could breath normally again.

– It's me again – someone whispered in her ear.

– What the hell dude? – she said while getting away from his face –. What part about "I'm not interested" did you not understand?

– Come on, every girl wants a piece of this.

– Yeah well, not this one. So please, just leave me alone.

To her surprise, he smiled apologetically and left. She was expecting him to be more stubborn, so that was a nice surprise.

Great. Now she would spend the whole night thinking about that gesture, and wondering, was he really a player or was it just rumors?

Sangyu came back after a while and they enjoyed the rest of the night. But [y/n] kept thinking about Woosung. And so did he.

– Don't you think that's weird? – [y/n] turned around when she heard her friend Jinsoo. She was lost in her thoughts. And yes, they were about a specific someone.

– What is?

– Haven't you been listening? – Jinsoo made an annoyed gesture but started to explain again –. Woosung hasn't been seen with a girl since last week. And that's really weird coming from him.

[y/n] shrugged, implying she didn't care. But well, we all know she cared. In her mind there was every possible scenario about him.

– Maybe he fell in love? – suggested Sangyu, to what Jinsoo laughed –. I'm being serious. I've been hanging with Hajoon and the band these days and I can tell you Woosung is a really nice guy. All the stuff about him being a player is a lie. But believe what you want.

She stood up and left Jinsoo shocked and [y/n] surprised. [y/n] then said goodbye and ran to her bus who had just arrived.

Luckily there were some seats available, so she sat down since she had a long way to go. Her apartment was 20 minutes away from campus, but she enjoyed the bus rides.

She put her earphones and listened to her favorite song. But when she looked up, her eyes met with another ones. Woosung was sitting in front of her. She quickly looked away, so she couldn't see how he smiled sweetly at her.

Woosung had been infatuated with her since that night. He kept thinking about her. He liked her loose jeans and her casual hair, he liked how her eyes disappeared when she laughed heartily, he liked how kind she was to people.

He was dying to know her, but he supposed she wasn't interested after their conversation at the bar. And that made his heart ache a little bit.

[y/n] did her best in not looking at him for the first half of the ride, but it was hard. Really hard.

A couple of stops later, two elderly women came into the bus. Woosung and [y/n]'s reaction was to instantly stand up and offer them their seats.

It was a sweet gesture, and that made both of them fall even more in love with the other. And to top it off, they were now standing next to each other.

Finally, it was [y/n]'s stop. She was battling inside about if she should smile at him or not. His small gesture made her think maybe Sangyu was right, and he was indeed a nice guy.

The bus came to a stop. Woosung saw that it was her stop, which made him a little bit disappointed since he still had a couple of stops before him.

She sighed. And quickly looked at him, smiled and exited the bus, leaving a surprised Woosung behind.

Friday night and Sangyu dragged [y/n] along to a bar. The guys would be having a special performance there, and since Hajoon had asked Yu to be his girlfriend, she needed to go. And of course, that meant [y/n] had to go too.

– Just promise you won't leave me alone afterwards to make out with your boyfriend – Sangyu smirked.

– I won't, relax – they both laughed.

The boys entered the stage. Everything went quiet. They took their respective places and Woosung took the microphone.

– Hello everybody, we are The Rose! – a lot of girl screams could be heard from the back of the bar, which made [y/n] cringe a little –. First of all, thank you all for coming, it means a lot to us – his eyes were searching something in the crowd –. Hope you enjoy it!

They started playing their set and the mood changed. Their songs were so upbeat and fun, [y/n] couldn't help but move her head along to the music. Her eyes met Woosung's a couple times, making her blush.

After a couple of songs, it was time for the last one.

– Well, now it's time for our last song – some whining sounds were heard –. I know you want to hear more, but I guess that means you'll have to keep coming to our concerts – everybody laughed, including [y/n] –. Now this last song is a new one, what means we haven't played it before. Honestly, I just finished it yesterday – his eyes met [y/n]'s –. It's dedicated to a special girl out there, so let's hope she likes it.

It was the prettiest song [y/n] had heard in her entire life. And to make it even more beautiful, Woosung kept staring at her the whole time.

She listened to the whole song, which made her heart want to explode and her feelings want to come out. That's why she left the bar after they were done.

She just needed some fresh air to try and sort her feelings out. She couldn't be falling for him.

Woosung saw her ran out and without a thought, went straight after her. He found her staring at the starry sky just in front of the bar. He walked up to her.

They stood next to each other for a couple minutes, without saying anything. And they both liked the silence. It wasn't awkward. On the contrary, it felt nice.

– Are you okay? I saw you ran out and I wanted to make sure everything was fine – [y/n]'s heart jumped –. Was it the song? If it was, just know that I didn't mean to hurt you or anything like that. I just wanted to express my feelings. And it would be totally fine with me if you didn't feel the same.

– Why do you have to be so goddamn nice? – her question surprised him. But she wasn't done yet –. You're supposed to be a player! You're not supposed to act like this and make my heart flutter at every word you say! I'm trying to forget you, goddamn it. I can't fall in love with you, I just can't!

He took her hand in his and looked right into her eyes.

– Why can't you? – she looked away, but he took her chin in his other hand to make her look at him –. All that stuff about me being a player, is a lie. I haven't taken a girl home since last year. I don't play with their hearts, I'm just straight to them. It's been a while since I liked someone. But you just make it seem easy, and right. I know we don't really know each other, but I'd love to. So, let me travel you.

[jungshookz]

oof ok laid ease and jean tell men,,,, twins yoongi and yoonji,, both having the same crush on y/n 👀👀 yoongi is like the music student that all the gals sWoOn over bc he plays piano in a room alone after school type deal,, while Yoonji is the edgy sister wHo dOesN’T cOnfOrm tO sOciEty but is secretly soft uwu and when they both find out they got the same crush it’s like the spiderman meme and now they gotta Fight To The Death

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader x min yoonji 

→ genre: let’s be real this is crackhead culture..,, boTh the mins are infatuated with u + i lov yoonji 

→ wordcount: 1.9k

(gif isn’t mine!)

“what do you mean you have a crush on y/n??” the question slips out from both the twins’ mouths at the same time

they pull back and blink at each other

yoonji is the first one to snap out of it

she flicks a strand of dark hair off her shoulder before raising a perfectly arched brow “you’re going to have to back off”

“over my dead body”

“..,,.i have a gun in my bag”  

yoongi scoffs immediately and rolls his eyes

“when did you start liking her?” yoongi asks curiously because the whole romAnCe thing is very…noT yoonji

yoonji’s never evEr mentioned having a crush on anyone ever before even though they have a pretty solid sibling-ship

“that’s none of your business.”

ah

yes

a very classic yoonji response

yoongi scowls and plops down on the couch

“move over, you’re sitting in my spot.” yoongi shuffles over and yoonji plops herself down

a beat of silence goes by

yoongi clears his throat

“look, sis. you can’t have a crush on y/n because i have a crush on y/n and if we both have a crush on y/n then that means-“

“that we’re going to have to fight to the death?”

“-no, it means that eventually she’s going to have to choose one of us and i don’t want you to be devastated and completely heartbroken when she chooses me over you. we shouldn’t let a girl come in between us!”

yoonji snorts in response and props an elbow up on the arm of the couch

“i hate to break it to you but you’re going to be the heartbroken one. you have one class with her this year - i have three with her, and we both write for the school newspaper. did i mention we grab lunch together pretty frequently seeing that our schedules fit perfectly with each others?” yoonji inspects her cuticles before glancing over at her brother with a smirk “and what makes you think y/n’s interested in you, mr. ‘i play piano because i’m sad but also i just want to impress all the girls’, hm? y/n’s not into that.”

“says miss ‘i have a gun in my bag’.”  

“i’m pretty sure she has a thing for bad girls and not emo boys”

“how about this?” yoongi crosses his arms and leans back against the couch “if you manage to score a date with y/n before i do, i’ll respectfully back off. but if i manage to score a date with y/n before you do, you respectfully back off. whoever gets the girl, gets the girl - fair and square.”

yoongi’s pretty confident that you’re going to end up with him so he has no problems dealing his cards

he’s attractive and smart anD talented and he can turn on the charm in any situation

and you just so happen to be attractive and smart and talented and adorable so it’s almost like you guys are meant to be!!

meanwhile yoonji is..,., well he’s biased because they’re technically identical twins so she’s like pretty-ish buT she’s kind of a bitch to people so like

he’ll be fine

yoonji’s eyes flicker up and she pokes her tongue into her cheek before turning to face yoongi fully and sticking her hand out “deal. get used to the taste of failure.”

and so it begins

“what are you doing here so early?” when you walk into the lecture you’re surprised to see yoonji sitting on the side scrolling through her phone  

here’s a little backstory regarding your friendship with yoonji

you were running late (it was only 2 minutes but late is laTE) and the prof had already started his lecture and you didn’t want to make that awkward journey down the steps of the lecture hall while looking around trying to find a spot for yourself so now you’re kind of just standing at the back with your eyes darting everywhere

“christ, just sit here.” you jump in surprise when someone tugs at your wrist and you look down to see this anGRy looking girl glaring right back up at you

she raises a brow before grabbing her backpack off the seat and dumping it next to her on the ground

ok

a little scary

but a free seat is a free seat

“thank you so much” you whisper before sitting down and quickly pulling your notebook and your pencils and note-taking markers out (you were a very eager learner at the beginning of the year lol)

yoongi snorts in humour when a couple of your markers roll away from you and clatter onto the floor in your excitement to get everything ouT

she bends down to pick two up and-

wha-

you labelled each of your markers with your name

“y/n.” she tests your name on her tongue

and in that moment

she decides that she quite likes your name

“yes?” you turn to look at her before your eyes flicker down to the markers in her slender fingers “oh! thanks! did you wanna borrow one?”

“no-“

“here, you look like a dark purple kinda gal.” you rifle through your pencil case before holding a marker up for her and plucking the other two from her “i feel like neon green and bright pink don’t suit you”  

huh

you are a very peculiar girl

“they gave me two hot chocolates instead of one” yoonji ignores your question and holds out a cup of hot chocolate for you as you sit down next to her

that’s a blatant lie

yoonji knows you like hot chocolate when it’s cold out and she always gets u a hot chocolate

“again?? they really need to start paying attention when taking orders - i’m not complaining, though!” your fingers brush over hers as you take it from her and she feels a little zap

“you look cute today, by the way.” you hum before reaching over to poke at the little braid intertwined in yoonji’s raven locks “who are you dressing up for?” you giggle with a teasing smile and yoonji’s heart goes boom-boom because yeAh she might’ve spruced up her hairstyle and put on an extra layer of lip gloss for u but whATEVER okAY

“anyways i don’t really mind what we get for lunch today because i’m starving and i just need- oOh-!” yoonji’s eyes widen when you suddenly stumble into someone and-

“are you okay?”

oh my god

OF COURSE

OF FUCKIGN COURSE IT’S YOONGI

yoonji can’t help but roll her eyes because she knows for a fact that yoongi just stood outside the lecture hall and waiTEd for you to appear and conveniently triP into his slimy noodle arms

“shit, sorry yoongi!” yoongi still has an arm wrapped around your waist while your hands clutch at his arms “god, i didn’t even see you there!”

“your shoelaces are untied again, y/n. we can’t have you tripping all over campus, can we?” yoongi unravels himself from you before bending down to help you with your laces

now

here’s the backstory regarding your friendship with yoongi

you usually like to study at the library

but on that particular day they had closed the library a little earlier than usual

and you knew that if you went back to study in your dorm room you’d probably just end up watching netflix and eating junk food for the next six hours instead of studying for your midterm

so now you’re just wandering the hallway of the music building because it was conveniently the closest building to the library

and as you make your way further down the hallway

you start to hear some music

it’s a gentle melody

soft and enticing

and soon enough you find yourself peering into the classroom staring at the back of this stranger’s head just watching as his fingers dance along the piano

you feel like you know him

it takes a couple seconds for it to sink it but then you realise who it is you’re creEpiLY staring at

min yoongi

you’ve heard his name bounce around campus more than a few times

“you know it’s rude to stare, right?” you snap out of it when the his fingers stop on the piano and he turns his head slightly

“oh, i wasn’t-“ you perk up immediately and feel the apples of your cheeks warming almost instantly

“you totally were.” he turns his head all the way and offers you a smirk

“i just wanted to find a spare classroom to study in…”  you clear your throat and step into the classroom slowly “i, uh… didn’t peg for you to be a ‘swan lake’ kinda guy. mind if i whack something out real quick?”  

yoongi raises a brow

usually the girls who approach him are all giggly and they pretend like they loOOovE the piano just like him and most of the time they ask him to play like an ariana grande song or something (although he will admit ‘one last time’ sounds beautiful on the piano)

“be my guest.” yoongi shuffles over a little and pats next to him

you smile and drop your bag on the floor before sitting yourself down and giving your knuckles a quick crack

your fingers land lightly on the keys and your brows furrow together in concentration

and then…

,.,.IS THIS HOT CROSS BUNS

you’re snickering to yourself as you bang on the keys and continue playing hot cross buns and yoongi can’t stop the fat grin twitching at the corner of his mouth

you are…. a very peculiar girl

“don’t you have somewhere else to be?” the moment yoongi finishes tying your laces up yoongi grabs your wrist and pulls you backwards a little bit

she loops her arm with yours

“no, i don’t!” yoongi shrugs casually “are you guys grabbing lunch?”

“yes, we’re grabbing lunch together.” yoonji can already predict what’s going to come out of your mouth

“well, c’mon then! let’s all go grab some food before i die of starvation.” you loop your arm with yoongi’s and tug her along and yoonji resists the urge to roll her eyes when yoongi smirks and offers her a look that suggests ‘huh, look at that. she wants me there too’

cuRse your need to include everybody

and as you’re blabbing about all the food that you’re wanting to shoVe into your mouth during lunch

you’re blissfully unaware of the angry glares that the min twins are sending each other

it’s almost funny how oblivious you are to how infatuated the twins are when it comes to you 

yoongi keeps offering you bites of his food which you accept happily   

yoonji wipes a dollop of ketchup from the corner of your mouth off with a napkin 

yoongi not-so-casually places a hand on your knee and yoonji reaches behind your back so that she can pinch her brother’s side 

they’re both willing to fight to the death if the end prize is you

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

masterlist

[365daysoftododeku]

1st April 2019 (April Fool’s Day)

Author: CrzA

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Pranks of the Heart

Shouto realises something is off early in the morning. Despite it still technically being spring break, as heroes in training and not nearly at the level Aizawa deems worthy of starting third-years, soon-to-be class 3-A is stuck at U.A. on what is supposed to be their last days of freedom. As most of his classmates fight to keep their heads from hitting their desks, bleary-eyed and unfocused, Shouto is digging through his messenger bag with his brow furrowed and the inside of his cheek trapped between his teeth, searching for his pen case.

It might be early, but Shouto clearly remembers putting it in his bag the night before after settling back into the dorms. He knows for a fact that he had neatly placed it right next to the new notebooks at the end of the bag, along with a tiny All Might stress ball Izuku had won him at some silly arcade game on one of their first dates. And yet, as he empties his bag onto his desk, the case is nowhere to be found. He frowns.

“Good morning!” Shouto looks up to meet bright green eyes and a smile even more blinding than the sun shyly shining down its early morning light. “Looking for something?”

Izuku points at Shouto’s scattered belongings, a small chuckle shaking his shoulders. Raising one eyebrow somewhat suspiciously, Shouto nods wordlessly, letting out a small huff and Izuku hums in thought. The way he brings his index up to his chin is just a little too showy, too exaggerated and intentionally innocent, and Shouto narrows his eyes at him.

“Well,” he starts, reaching for his own yellow backpack and digging through it, “if you can’t find your stuff, you can use some of mine!”

Turning back around, Izuku hands him a blue and yellow mechanical pencil and an eraser before returning to his desk with a goofy smile dancing on his lips. Shouto looks down at the pencil spotting a folded-up piece of paper very obviously tied around its middle. In spite of himself, Shouto feels the corners of his mouth twitch upwards as he takes the small note and unfurls it, his small smile stretching a bit further when he spots Izuku bouncing in his seat while he watches.

‘I would say you look good today but that would imply you don’t always look stunning <3’

Aizawa finally makes it into the room, looking as tired as ever, and goes through the lesson plans for the day. With warmth blooming in his chest, Shouto places the paper between one of his notebooks’ pages and forces himself to pay attention to his teacher rather than how Izuku is absolutely radiating joy just a couple of desks away. He doesn’t do a very good job.

Day-dreaming about his sunshine of a boyfriend during what is supposed to be an intensive set of extra classes proves to be just as dumb as it sounds and Shouto gets called on far too many times for his liking. At least Izuku has the decency to look a little bashful, flinching whenever a grumbling “Todoroki, maybe you’d like to answer this yourself, again” echoes throughout the painfully quiet classroom. Lucky for him, he only gets truly caught off-guard on two of those occasions.

When lunch finally rolls around, Izuku is by his side before he even has the chance to fully get out of his seat, bowing his head and apologising for inadvertently distracting him, though the tilt of his lips makes it seem like he enjoys it a lot more than he regrets it. With a little huff, he wraps an arm around his boyfriend’s waist and starts walking to the cafeteria, only noticing when they’re already out of the door that he can’t feel his wallet where it’s supposed to be safely tucked in his pocket.

Shouto stops and Izuku looks up at him, a questioning hum at his smirking lips. “What’s up?”

“Where did you put it?”

“Put what?”

“You know very well what. Where’s my wallet?”

“I have no idea what you mean,” Izuku smiles, sickeningly sweet, “but if you can’t pay for lunch then, you’re in luck!”

“Am I, now?”

“Yep.” Izuku pops the ‘p’ at the end of the word, way too proud of himself for whatever he has accomplished and leads Shouto back to the classroom by his hand.

Like a dutiful boyfriend, Shouto follows with a small, amused sigh, sitting on Bakugou’s desk as he watches Izuku once again rummage through his backpack. This time, he pulls out a small white and red bento box and a green one to match, grinning as if this is the best day of his entire life.

“I happened to make us lunch this morning. We can eat together, I know just the place.”

As Izuku leads them up the stairs, Shouto holding the green bento box while Izuku takes the red and white one – a nice touch, he should say –, he can’t really resist the urge to take his boyfriend’s hand and squeeze it. Izuku smiles at him, a new spring to his step as they keep climbing further up.

They finally make it to the roof, completely ignoring the sign blatantly telling them not to go through that door and keeping it open with a wooden stop right outside that clearly means they’re not the only ones doing it. There is already a blanket stretched in the middle of the roof, waiting for them sit by each other’s side and enjoy a quiet meal together.

Shouto chuckles when he opens the box and sees his lunch arranged in a shape vaguely reminiscent of Izuku’s freckled face, green vegetables over at the top and everything.

“Would I be right to assume yours looks suspiciously like me?”

Rather than an actual answer, all Izuku gives him is a small giggle, popping some rice into his mouth. Shouto follows his lead, chewing in silence and leaning on Izuku’s side then rubbing his cheek on his boyfriend’s fluffy wild curls. A small contented noise crawls from Izuku’s throat and Shouto’s heart gives a pleasant squeeze.

“So, what’s the occasion? I’m pretty sure it’s not our anniversary and it’s definitely not my birthday…”

Izuku hums, taking some egg and pointing the chopsticks at Shouto for him to eat. “It’s April Fool’s,” He mumbles between chewing, “but I wasn’t going to play mean pranks on you.”

“Why play any pranks at all?”

“Because…” Izuku blushes and Shouto nuzzles his warm cheek. “It’s an excuse to do something nice and fun.”

“Alright then. Thank you.” Izuku turns to face him and Shouto places a tender kiss on his lips. “Should I be expecting any more pranks then?”

Izuku laughs as he looks back at his food. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

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[sunshinesukuna]

divine | nct jaehyun teacher!au x reader

Summary: The kids practically pushed you toward one another.

Genre: Fluff

“And that marks the end our lesson on cell structure and function,” you said. The students in front of you cheered and clapped. “Don’t get too excited, yet. You haven’t even done your exams.” The cheering turned into groans of dissent. You could hear someone muttering things about you in the back.

“I heard what you said, Jackson. Come see me after school later.” Jackson seemed to brush it off, scoffing and looking away. Somebody knocked on the door.

“Come in!” you called. Leaning on the doorframe in thin glasses and several papers in his hands. it was the school’s resident heartthrob, Mr. Jung Jaehyun. He taught mathematics, and you had often consulted with him when you were faced with difficult physics problems. 

“Well aren’t you being awfully mean to the students,” he remarked. “And I believe that the class period has changed.”

“Oh, hello Mr. Jung. I was just tidying up, no need to mind me. And Jackson needs to come to me after school because I was going to give him a few tips on his dancing with... GOT7?” You swiveled your head towards the blonde-haired boy. Jackson’s eyes were as big as saucers.

“Am I right?” you asked. “Your b-boying earned you that trophy at the Arts Festival last month, but your dancing still lacks technique, and you need a brushing up on the basics, Jackson.” 

You gathered up your books and laptop. Most of the class was still dumbstruck at what you had just said. You started walking to the exit.

“I see. By the way, your outfit looks good today, Miss (Y/N),” Mr. Jung said. You didn’t know what to respond with, so you simply nodded your head and went to your next class.

Over the next few weeks, you met Mr. Jung in small but sweet little encounters. You were moving between classes again and stumbled upon Mr. Jung. He was wearing a smart black suit. One of his hands ran through his hair. Suddenly, you got why all these people were calling Mr. Jung the school heartthrob. He was.. well... really damn handsome.

“Miss (L/N),” he said as he passed by during break one day. 

“Mr. Jung.” You wanted to ask him about some meeting results from last week, but you must not have been paying attention. A puddle caught you by accident. You felt yourself falling through the air. Trying to reach for something was impossible in the hallway. Nothing was there to cushion your fall except... Mr. Jung’s arm.

“Oh! Are you okay?” Mr. Jung asked. You hoisted yourself up. The students’ excited murmuring were all pointed at you. Some female students were glaring at you, but Mr. Jung paid no mind to them at all.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m alright.” Your brain was having trouble stringing together words. Small shocks of electricity prevented your body from being to function normally. You freed yourself from Mr. Jung’s grip.  “Don’t need to worry about me, ‘cause I’m... gotta go!” 

What, what, what, what, what, you thought over and over. You had just made a fool of yourself in front of Mr. Jung. Now he would think you were a total weirdo. You stopped by the bathroom to get yourself together. The person in front of you was sweaty with disheveled hair. After returning back to a better state, you walked out of the bathroom and went to go to your second class.

Fate would have you meet Jung Jaehyun again, this time, at break in the staff room. Your stomach let out a loud grumble. The last meal you had eaten was last night’s dinner, and your stomach was not putting up with it. Mr. Jung looked up at you.

“Are you hungry, Miss (L/N)?” he asked. You waved your hand. 

“No, not really. I just didn’t have breakfast.”

“Have mine.” He slid a sandwich from his table. You picked at the plastic covering it before sliding it back to him.

“No, it’s really alright, Mr. Jung. I’ll just buy something at the convenience store later at break.” You opened your laptop again, trying to get him to take back the sandwich.

“No, no, no. Just take it. You have a class after this, right?” 

“Well, yes, but-” He stood up. Picking up the sandwich in his long and nimble hands, he put it in your lap.

“Eat. And call me Jaehyun.” Mr. Jung Jaehyun extended his hand. The corners of his lips went up in a smile. Gosh, he really is handsome. You shook hands with him.

“Then call me (Y/N).” 

The halls were empty and deserted. Outside were some kids playing basketball for their extracurricular activities. There were bound to be some students inside too, but none of them were showing up. You passed an empty classroom with its door ajar. Walking up to it, you were prepared to close the door, when you heard your name. 

“And so we’re going to lead Miss (L/N) here, and you’ll be out here, and-” a student babbled from inside. From the crack in the door, you spied several students and... Jaehyun?

“I heard my name being called? Is there anything that needs me?” you said, bursting in. The students stuffed something into a drawer. You confirmed your suspicions. Ten students were crowded around two tables, with Jaehyun at the head.

“Um, oh, yeah!” a student said. You recognized them as the head of the student council. “The student council needs your help with these matters, and since your our supervisor...” The student led you out of the classroom. They began to talk about an upcoming student event and how the student council would step in. 

You nodded and gave bits of advice all while looking back at the classroom. Only one question was stuck in your head for the rest of the day. What was that man up to?

The rest of the week went smoothly. You still had your little encounters with Jaehyun, and each day he was getting sweeter and sweeter. One day, he gave you a ride home on his motorcycle when your car broke down. Another day, he bought you some food for lunch. 

Finally, Friday arrived. One last day and you would get two more days of more work! The only thing that relieved it was the fact that you got to do the work at home, instead of at school. 

It was a free period, so you were roaming the halls in search of a student you needed to speak with. “Miss (L/N)! Miss (L/N)!” somebody called. You turned back to find the head of the student council behind you. They were panting, exhausted after running.

“What’s the matter?” you asked. 

‘Well-” the student paused to take a long breath. “We’re setting up the gym for next week, and we wanna see what you think of it.” You put your hands on your hips. Well, at least this would occupy you for some time.

“Yeah, sure, let’s go.” On the way, the student chattered along about the progress of the event. He pointed out key locations around the corridors that they would use later on. However, none of his words seemed to be staying in your head.

Thought of a man snuck into your brain. A man with soft brown eyes that crinkled whenever he laughed. A man whose voice was as smooth as fresh hotel sheets. A man who had captured your heart. 

Jung Jaehyun.

The student had left you at the doors of the hall, saying that they needed to go check on something else. You opened the door.

In place of the harsh lights above, spotlights were installed up above. The dim light made it almost impossible to see. Suddenly, a huge spotlight on top of you lit up.

“What is-” 

“Oh, (Y/N). I don’t know how to say this, but let’s get it on,” Jaehyun said, scratching the back of his head.

“I really, really, like you. I don’t know, there’s this-” he paused for a while. “This warm, feeling in my heart whenever I see you. I feel really giddy and warm and just- just wonderful.”

“Oh Jaehyun,” you rushed up to him. Your small height was no match for his taller and stockier physique. He slinked his arms along your waist and pulled you closer.

“Be my girlfriend?” Jaehyun asked, bringing forth a single rose. 

And without you knowing it, your lips were on his silky ones. Jung Jaehyun’s scent was enveloping you all at once, loose strands of his hair touching your eyes, and it all felt divine.

[vmochis]

Enemy’s Epiphany- OneShot

  The short boy closes his locker enthusiastically after having taken out his science binder. Next period was going to be fun considering his teacher was lenient.

   “Hey, Park Jimin!” His best friend, Kim Taehyung calls jokingly. “You ready? Mr. Jung said he’d give out gummy worms for our lab.” Jimin smiles at his friend dearly and nods his head. The two had recently enrolled into Joongdong High School, located in irwon-dong Seoul, one of the oldest and one of the most prestigious secondary schools in Korea. Though both of them were Juniors, they’d only just changed schools in the beginning of this year, and now have been at Joongdong for a little over seven months. They were lucky to enroll together considering Jimin’s family drama, but they eventually gave in.

   “Yeah, I’m ready. Let’s go.” Jimin walks by Taehyung as they talk about their macromolecules lab that’s due the following day. Jimin’s attention span shifts as he turns to the open glass window on his left, a bird resting on the ledge. He runs his fingers through his black locks, when he feels a sharp pain hit his hip and falls backward.

  “I am so sorry!” He says pleadingly, helping up the stranger he had just absentmindedly knocked over.

  “It’s fine,” the other boy chuckles. Taehyung is silent for a moment before speaking.

  “You’re that Jeon kid the entire track team worships,” He says venomously. Jungkook tilts his head to signal he has no idea what Taehyung is implying, though deep inside he knew exactly what he’d meant. He turns back to Jimin and shakes his hand.

  “My name is Jeon Jungkook, you can just call me Jungkook though.” Taehyung glares at him disparagingly. Jimin smiles. He hasn’t made a new friend since his mother and father split. Taehyung has been the only one that stuck by him, even after the cold display Jimin had plastered onto himself. Taehyung had saved him for the nth time. He finds it refreshing to see a new face. Taehyung looks out the window, waiting for the annoying and unnecessary conversation to finish.

 “I’m sorry about Taetae,” Jimin says in a low tone. “He’s kind of hard-headed. There’s no getting to him unless you can prove him wrong.” Jungkook lets out a small scoff. “We have to head to class, but maybe we can hang out during lunch?” Jimin asks forwardly. Jungkook nods and waves them off. Jungkook had always been the social type, several friends in middle school and supportive parents. He didn’t really have much to worry about. He was the stereotypical ‘nice guy’ that was there for everyone; well acquainted with many, but not close to any. He looked at Jimin one more good time before heading to his morning class. The smaller male turns to his best friend questioningly.

  “What was the attitude for? He seems like a nice kid.” Taehyung shakes his head in total disagreement.

“He’s a jerk. You know how the track team can be. Everyone thinks that kid is some sort of god. He probably gets away with everything and causes trouble.” He states, cringing. The football team and the track team never seemed to get along. In any situation or schedule mix up for practice, the teams would blame each other. This caused bigger problems off of school grounds. Taehyung is the star wide-receiver, one of the best players even the coach has ever seen. Jimin chuckles at his friend’s stereotypical opinion. They’ve been friends since preschool. They’d met over a simple coincidence, whereas Jimin heard the younger crying over not being able to tie his shoes. Jimin had calmed him down that day and they’d been friends ever since. Taehyung was the rough type that always preferred to use fists over words. He believed a lot of things unless he himself could prove it to be false. Jimin was more of the logical type. Before assumptions, he’d always be sure to ask about something, seeing as this was why his parents had split years ago. But then again, he was half Taehyung’s size, brains over bronze was his best philosophy. They balanced each other out well. “Not everyone is the same Tae.” Taehyung still isn’t convinced. Jimin looks at Taehyung uneasy. Jungkook seemed like a cool guy that he really wanted to befriend. He didn’t know his name at the time, but he’d seen Jungkook on the field when he’d come to support his friend. He looked so bright and caring for his teammates. It didn’t seem like he was playing for the fame of it, but for the team itself. But what if Taehyung stops talking to him? What if he starts ignoring him completely? He under no circumstances wants to lose the one he cherishes the most.

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 It’s finally lunchtime. Jimin and Taehyung walk in together.

  “Maybe we can find Jungkook and the three of us can hang out.” Jimin suggests. Taehyung looks at him doubtfully.

  “You think that snob would want to hang out with us? He’s the type of person to make himself fall over, ruin his best shirt and blame you just to get some cash.” Jimin sighs. Taehyung still won’t budge. The two boys sit by the football team as they usually do, throwing food at each other and making immature noises. Jimin catches Jungkook stealing glances at him from his own table. Jungkook waves at him, which is returned with a smile. He’d wished for Taehyung to lighten up. Jungkook was a nice kid. He’d thought about convincing him, but the way Taehyung was, those seemed like words one would dare not divulge. Jimin looks over to his best friend, wolfing down the cheeseburger in front of him. He glances away when he sees him look up. Taehyung stares at a now spaced out Jimin, wondering what could be going through his little mind. Taehyung heads to the bathroom, and Jungkook takes his chance to sit down.

  “Hey, do you know why Taehyung hates me so much already?” Jimin pushes back his black locks with a small chuckle.

“He’s…very assumptive,” Jimin starts, “He believes too many rumors. I’m sorry about his behavior. We’ve only been here a little while and he’s already at the top of his game, so he thinks he knows everything.” Jimin says nonchalantly shaking his head. Jungkook just nods.

“He’ll be back any minute, so I’m gonna go back. I’ll think of something.” Jungkook stands up and adjusts his collar. He sits back down at his previous table, ironically just before Taehyung enters the cafeteria. The bell rings and Taehyung’s stomach drops. He knew what period came after lunch, and he dreaded it.

  Taehyung walks into math class hesitantly. Not only do they have a test tomorrow, but Taehyung is entirely lost. He doesn’t understand anything the teacher has been saying in previous lessons. This class, he decided to devote his time to gaining an understanding, at least to the minimum. He sits down in the first chair he sees, not caring whether or not the student sitting beside him would be bothered. Class begins, and Taehyung listens diligently. For some reason none of it is clicking in his brain. He sighs softly in irritation and brings his hands to his face.

  “Need some help?” A familiar voice calls from beside him. Taehyung looks up to see Jungkook smiling at him patiently, as if he was asking for a truce. Taehyung rolls his eyes.

  “Yeah right. You’ll probably tell me the wrong way on purpose.” Jungkook furrows his eyebrows.

  “I wouldn’t do that to you. Team beef or not.” Jungkook slides Taehyung’s paper to the middle of the pair and begins writing out a process for Taehyung to follow, and for once he actually understands it. Jungkook’s way of explaining things was a lot more detailed than the teacher’s.

  “Thanks.” He says almost surprised. He didn’t think he’d ever have to say that to a member of the track team. “I don’t get it- why does everyone talk about you so much?” Jungkook smiles faintly.

  “They assume a lot of things about me because of my playing field. They must think my ‘skill’ has gone to my head or something.” He was right, most athletes acted as if he thought of himself as a god. In no way was he stuck up either, he was humble to the core.

   “I get that now. I used to hear that you were some snot-nosed brat that abused his ability to get special privileges,” Taehyung pauses for a moment and continues. “I want to apologize for how I acted back in the hallway. You’ve done nothing to me, yet I judged you simply because of our team problems.” Jungkook waves his hand.

   “I totally get it. It’s normal to tag on to what others think. Hopefully this can help our team conflict simmer down a little bit.” Jungkook smiles. “Actually that might be a good idea. ‘The teams two best players as friends.’ Not bad,” Jungkook quotes. Taehyung hums in response. The bell rings, both boys hand in their papers and walk out of the classroom to see Jimin patiently tapping his small fingers over his binder. He’d always wait for his best friend considering he leaves his dance class a few minutes early. Jimin sighs in relief at the sight of the two.

“Does this mean you two get along now?” Taehyung nods.

“We do have one more thing to do though.” Jungkook smiles, both boys instantly understand what they needed to do. Class is over, it’s time for practice.

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Taehyung and Jungkook walk onto the field, talking and laughing together. The members of the football team stop in their tracks, eyeing the boys as if some kind of miracle has been brought upon. Jimin scoots to the bottom of the metal bleachers, praying that a war doesn’t break out. The boys walk all the way across the field until they’re at the track. Taehyung waves him off and returns to his team. Both teams look at each other in disbelief, changing to what seemed to be a long awaited state of relief.

  “Thank heavens. I’ve been pretending to hate my friend for so long now!” A boy on the track team calls out, pointing to a scrawnier male holding his football helmet. The teams instantly diffuse, chatting away as if they’ve been waiting to do so for years, finally getting approval. Jimin smiles brightly, calling to both Taehyung and Jungkook. His smile makes them smile, and they both look at each other and nod before rushing to Jimin’s spot on the bleachers.

  “This is really all thanks to you Jimin. Your words made me think long and hard about how to approach Taehyung, and it worked.” Jimin smiles and waves his hand.

 “This is thanks to you guys. Your teams can finally get along!” Taehyung buds in,

 “Maybe we can all go to my house to celebrate after practice. I’ll order Panda Express.” He says, looking over at Jimin suggestively. He knows that Jimin loves that restaurant. Even if he doesn’t want to be praised for the result of his words, Taehyung would still like to thank him.

 “Yeah, Panda Express sounds amazing right now” Jungkook says in a near mumble, patting his empty stomach.

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