#my god does the state of this game bum me out so bad

[soulofamy]

watch them at the kombat kast try really hard to make people excited about conan by being like "hey remember how ghostface is actually kira and kobra? well conan here is ACTUALLY second cousin in law twice removed with kotal and you will that reflected in his gameplay"

[ddejavvu]

A little request 🥰 Injured rugbyJames! He gets roughed up at a game you couldn’t go to and he tries to keep it covered up cause he knows how you worry- you don’t realise until he gets into bed that night with a shirt on… he never wears a shirt to bed, you interrogate him and figure out what’s going on, worrying when you see the bruises

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

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For once, James is glad you hadn't been at his games. He'd initially been bummed, because he always wants to see you in the stands, but tonight had taken a rather unfortunate turn, and you're better off not knowing. You're sleeping blissfully under the blankets after a double shift at work, and he manages to get himself ready for bed without waking you.

But when he crawls beneath the covers you realize the bed is dipping, and you force your eyes open to greet him.

"Jamie?" You coo, voice thick with sleep. He can't help but smile, wrapping his arms around you when you roll over into his embrace.

"Hi, love," He croons, kissing the crown of your head as you bury your face in his chest, "How was work?"

"It was-" You start, but your face hits fabric instead of skin and you frown. Even in your sleepy haze, you're too smart for him.

"Jamie," You tug at the hem of his shirt, "What's this for?"

"Hm?" He plays dumb, "Oh, the shirt? That's- um, it was cold in the bathroom. So I just slipped it on."

"Take it off," You whine, "Wanna cuddle you."

"Okay," James sits up clumsily, trying to keep his chest sheltered from your suspicious view. He rips the garment off over his head, chucking it aimlessly onto the floor near the closet.

"Jamie!" You scold, "Don't leave it on the floor! Go get that."

James groans, frustrated more that he can't get away with it than he is with your cleanliness, "Right. Just don't turn on the-" A soft click is his only warning before the room is bathed in the soft, warm glow of your bedside lamp, and James's back stiffens where it's turned to you.

"What is- James!" You gush, now wide awake as you scramble to sit up in bed, "James, are you hurt? Oh my god, those are- those are bruises! James, you're hurt, let me-"

You stumble onto the floor, bedsheet tangled around your legs, and you're luck to escape its clutches before it sends you to the floor. James turns to reassure you but forgets that there's another purplish patch on his chest, only fueling your horror.

"It's okay!" He rushes to console you, cupping your cheeks that are stretched over your gaping mouth. You're looking at the bruises like they're fatal wounds, and he redirects your gaze to his own with a sweet smile.

"Love, I'm alright," He promises, "I know it looks bad, but s'not, I promise. They hurt a little bit, but that's all. Jus' got a bit banged up." He keeps his tone light and airy, but it does little to quell the surge of nerves rising in your chest.

"James," You whimper, worry plaguing your sweet voice, "What happened? Wh- did you get hit by a truck? These look awful," You lament, brushing your fingers over James's torso.

"No, darling, it wasn't a truck," He laughs, keeping you grounded with his hands on your cheeks even if you're distracted by his injuries, "I got to ice them on the field. And they barely hurt now, I'll put some more ice on them tomorrow. I promise I'm alright, I just didn't want you to freak out. Okay?"

He ducks his head down so that his nose bumps your own, and you're forced to look at his face. You can't resist his shiny, pretty eyes, even if you're still worried about the state of his bruises.

"Alright," You stammer, nodding along as he ushers you back to bed, "Alright, Jamie. Should- should I sleep on the couch? What if I accidentally hurt you," You linger by the bedside, but he pulls you down with him so that you're draped over the part of his chest that isn't bruised.

You frantically try protesting, worried about a stray elbow or an accidental kick, but he locks you in place with one of his large arms, kissing your forehead.

"I want you here," He hums, throwing the blankets over your back and trapping himself beneath them as well. He pretends to think, scratching his nails down your back under the covers, "Y'know, I bet if you kiss them, they'll heal faster."

[scentedchildnacho]

So I called the police because the staff kept threatening me and other patients at this telehealth place with camps in heat waves

Then they wanted drug money in heat waves

So I had the police finally drop me off at an emergency room and they would finally do some heart tests and the police showed me they are God based in the apostolic sense and I could ask them to re orient my energy field and make known the possession

Anyway I suppose I had the telehealth experience so I could forgive Natalie and Theresa Tennessee Williams they were domestically abused no one likes people who push drugs or are pushy in anyway so

Natalie and Theresa have very undesirable personalities and men in their lives tried to really kill or hurt them

Rosie

Ya know when ya see the ghetto or slummish Paris condition that has produced people really really predatory and so I just don't have to be hurt by that

Anyway they kept trying to place me in the mental hospital I went to after the emergency room......in a telehealth location and I told someone they make those lady places really aggressive and I don't like going to lady places unless the ladies are cool and just pauperish

I believe that people have to like me to decide to stop killing my people and those lady places are not well liked or comforting characters

Henry Crow dog it's white just one of my people

Many white trails up a large black rock

Anyway all I had to do was voice that concern and the mental hospital let me out

I told the mental hospital staff to my face is all red an I alright I said yes color is normal for me if I paled like that youth seizure disorder I would be very ill also like around too many dogs in vampiric trailers

I am a free white person tried to do it masterly and my colors are beautiful too

They were putting out anti psychotics so I think it is the meds causing aggressive problems

The patients didn't provoke hostility in anyway they were bums in character but that's not anger provoking that's done to provoke protection

I noticed on a zyprexa generics that suddenly the little things people do would annoy me when I usually like colorful extroverted new people to meet

But when the psychiatrist tried to cause me a seizure with a rapid dosage increase and I stopped taking the pill that immediately they were new interesting people to observe

The mental hospital wasn't too bad but they only care about money

Its just as a woman to dull your feminine extra sensory capabilities and philosophies to try to force the schizo to buy men

People like me though tend to be bipolar enough to be even self aggrandized I am a golden goddess and I can play that game sure I'm amazing and you can't afford me

Ever sense I voluntarily put on the weight I know people make interesting meetings possible and people like me

They care about rubber and money only and I think it's funny when rioters finally show people how to burn tire stashes

I'm pretty to talk to

That was a huge financial loss...ahaha hahaha

No burning down houses is just sad for me....

I didn't get into telehealth because I told them charges were dropped against me because no coherent charge was placed only trespassing

Hopi prophecy the states is not Canada and Canada does not view human rights as we do they have to actually present a civil law suit alleging I did something

So I was told I am indigenous to the states and they are guilty of civil harassment

If it's them they are only interested in getting done the Catholic sense of education of basic now facts and don't want to deal with more erudite then necessary

So I found out at the mental hospital the amount of quiet days I require for shock to leave my body and actually be able to cry

I haven't cried in a very long time

[jungshookz]

skate a little piece of my heart; jjk

➺ pairing; jeon jungkook x reader

➺ genre; rollerskatinginstructor!jungkook!! sfw!! fluff!! honk honk humour!! jungkook is a very handsome instructor and y/n can’t tell if that’s a bad thing or a good thing

➺ wordcount; 6.3k

➺ summary; your two left feet and complete lack of balance isn’t the only thing that’s making you weak in the knees this valentine’s day. 

➺ what to expect; “rollerskating is already hard enough as it is, and now i have to do it in front of him?!” 

➺ currently spinning on the record player; how deep is your love; bee gees

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“this is so dumb.”

“safety is never dumb, y/n!” taehyung raps his knuckles against the top of your helmet and you scowl before swatting his hand away, “now, where are your kneepads?”

you let out a groan before tilting your head back slowly, your eyes widening in slight panic at the surprisingly hefty weight of the helmet

your arms flail for a second and you immediately reach up to grip both sides of the helmet before forcing your head back up

jesus

you nearly snapped your own neck there

of course, snapping your own neck would mean not being able to skate because you’d technically be dead… so maybe that’s not such a bad idea after all…

(by the way, it’s concerning how many times you’ve considered literal death just to get out of doing something.)

“are you going to lift your leg for me or do i have to do everything for you?”

you look down to see taehyung down on the ground in front of you holding one of the knee pads and you frown lightly before lifting your leg and placing your sock-clad foot on his knee

“please tell me this is the last of the safety gear…” you whine, “tae, i literally look so dorky right now- no one else is wearing helmets or knee and elbow pads!” you gesture to seokjin and namjoon who are busy putting on their skates over on the other bench before scoffing lightly and crossing your arms 

if namjoon (arguably the klutziest one out of this group of people) isn’t even wearing a helmet, then what does that say about you??

you’ve seen him trip over nothing and scrape both his knees so why are you the only one wearing all of this junk?!

“i took you ice-skating over christmas and you fell flat on your ass more times than i could count, and you insisted that you didn’t need any safety equipment even though it was alarmingly clear that you did. i basically spent two hours making sure you didn’t die-” taehyung looks up at you with a raised brow, “do you want to fall and split your skull open in front of everyone?”

“if it means not having to gear up in all this dorkware- then, yes. i would love to have my brains splat across the rink in front of everyone. in fact, that would probably be less embarrassing-” you grumble, flinching slightly as taehyung suddenly yanks hard to tighten up your laces, “i’m an adult, taehyung! grown-ups don’t need to wear all of this!” 

“grown-ups don’t throw tantrums either, but here you are…” taehyung mutters under his breath, putting your foot down before giving your knee a slap, “perfect! we’re good to go!”

“yeah, yeah…” you reach under to scratch at your elbow only to feel your nails scrape against the smooth surface of the plastic protection shell and you resist the urge to rip it off out of frustration

taehyung decided that it’d be a great idea to bring everyone to a rollerskating rink for valentine’s day this year instead of… letting people go out to intimate dinners and celebrate on their own… because, quote, ‘i just want all of us to spend more time together, and what better day to do that then on valentine’s day?? …ooh, we should call it pal-entine’s day. ha! get it?? because we’re all pals-’

(he was dumped recently, so everyone’s kind of letting him run the ship for now. …basically, no one can say no to taehyung unless they want to see him burst into tears. he’s still in a very delicate state.)

but, honestly… a rollerskating rink!

out of all the places to go to!

you already have two left feet, so forcing said left feet into shoes with wheels is a horrible idea

“i think it’d be best if i just sat back and watched you guys!” you try for the umpteenth time to get taehyung to let you off the hook, “plus, they sell chilli dogs here and they actually smell really good and i kind of want to order one for myself even though it might end in me having to get my stomach pumped-” you gesture back towards the refreshments counter and taehyung shakes his head before sticking his hand out for you

“there’s plenty of time for you to scarf down a rubbery hotdog later- now, c’mon-”

“i don’t even know how to skate!”

“that’s fine, you’ll learn! it’ll be like riding a bicycle except you are the bicycle-”

“you know, i’m just going to be complaining the whole time, and it’s going to ruin your time here. honestly, tae, why am i here??”

“because i’m not emotionally stable enough to spend valentine’s day alone yet and i need to surround myself with as many people as possible otherwise i’m going to be alone with my thoughts and i’m going to spiral!” taehyung’s voice cracks as he snaps at you and you immediately press your lips together and avert your gaze, trying to ignore the weird glances the two of you are getting from the strangers around you

…

“okay, well-” you push yourself up off the bench before wobbling slightly and reaching over to grab onto taehyung’s arm for stability, “i don’t know about you, but i’m most certainly ready to tear up that rink!”

“perfect!” taehyung chirps, quickly reverting back to his ‘everything is fine and i’m definitely not dying on the inside’ state, “and don’t worry. rollerskating is much easier than ice-skating, so there’s less of a chance of you potentially embarrassing yourself here-” taehyung gives your hand a pat as the two of you shuffle your way towards the entrance gate, “trust me, you’ll get the hang of it as soon as you start!”

“you saw me on ice…” you snort, your knees already wobbling as you take your first step into the rink, “i really don’t think i’m going to be any better on wood-”

“well, lucky for you…” taehyung lets go of you and you immediately cling to the railing in panic, “i went ahead i hired an instructor for you!”

you frown as you pull one hand away and rub your fingers together 

god, why are the railings so sticky-

“you- woah, hold on a second-” you look up and over at taehyung with wide eyes when you finally catch on to what he just said, “i’m sorry, you did what?”

“what? i can’t stay by your side and watch you all night.” he shrugs, placing his hands on his hips as he stands in front of you, “we were moving so slowly on the ice that i was sure it was starting to melt underneath our skates-”

“you just told me you don’t want to be alone and now you’re handing me off to someone else instead of spending time with me??” you frown, manoeuvring your stance so that both your hands are gripping onto the railing behind your bum, “why force me to skate if you’re not doing it with me?”

“i mean, i obviously want to spend time with you, but i also don’t want to be skating, like, one mile an hour-” taehyung snorts, “i’m forcing you to skate so that one day, we can skate together without me having to worry about you slipping and sliding all over the place like a baby giraffe!”

“well, why can’t you teach me instead of paying for someone else to do it?”

a brief moment of silence passes as taehyung rolls over to get you to release your iron grip from the bars

“…because teaching you how to skate instead of actually spending time skating sounded really boring-” he mutters quickly, your eyes widening as you turn to look at him

“wha-”

“also-” he cuts you off, placing his hands on your hips from behind as he starts to roll you forwards slowly (though, you haven’t noticed this yet because you’re still focused on the fact that he didn’t want to teach you - you’re a great student!!), “there was a girl who kept smiling at me when i was strapping you up in all your gear, and i need to find out if i still have game or not-”

“this sounds more like you’re trying to fill the empty void inside of you with meaningless sex, which, by the way, isn’t a very healthy coping mechanism-” 

“i will fill this empty void inside of me in whichever way i want, thank you very much-” taehyung snorts, shaking his head, “plus, it’s too late to back out because the policy states that they don’t take refunds and he’s already here-”

“wait, what??” you immediately look back to the front, the fact that you are being rolled towards someone now sinking into your brain, “who- oh my god, stop rolling me-!”

taehyung’s fingers dig into your hips as he comes to a sudden halt, “what??”

“spin me around.” 

taehyung blinks before slowly turning you around so that you’re facing him and you pray to god that you don’t look like some kind of rotating rotisserie chicken right now  

you open your mouth to speak when you finally see taehyung’s face again but he continues to spin you slowly so that you end up in the same position you were in a second ago

...

“for god’s sake, taehyung- spin me around so i’m looking at you, you moron-”

“ohh, okay, i thought you just wanted to spin you around for fun-”

“why would i want you to spin me around for f- okay, that’s not important right now-” you shake your head, “i just want to say that the only reason why i’m doing this is because you kind of sprung this on me last minute and i don’t want to inconvenience anyone, but just know that you now owe me big time- now, spin me back around and wheel me to whoever i’m going to be stuck with for the next couple of hours.”

“noted!” taehyung chirps as he rolls you back so you’re facing the front, “he’s right over there by the other entrance- the guy in the yellow-” your eyes flit around until they land on the guy in the yellow and you immediately feel your heart starting to beat a little harder in your chest at the sight of the guy in the yellow, “his name’s jungkook, he has a shining five-star rating, he’s a wonderful teacher according to all the parents whose kids he’s taught- i’m pretty sure you’re his oldest student so don’t embarrass yourself-”

you feel your mouth go dry when jungkook reaches down to adjust the bottom of his tied button-up shirt before opening the sides of it a little more to show off his chest

he reaches up to twirl a loose tendril of hair around his finger before gently pushing it back and running his hand through his hair, poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek briefly 

oh no

oh, no

he’s attractive

he’s very, very attractive

“tae.” you keep a polite smile on your face as you slink your right arm behind you to attempt to blindly punch him in the gut, “why didn’t you tell me that the instructor was cute?”

“oh, i’m sorry.” taehyung responds sarcastically, “i didn’t think attractiveness was an important factor when considering an instructor.”

“well, it is when the instructor looks like that-” you feel your cheeks warm when jungkook smiles brightly at the two of you before waving enthusiastically, “rollerskating is already hard enough as it is, and now i have to do it in front of him?!”

“i don’t know what there is to freak out about. the guy’s handsome- so what?” taehyung waves back at jungkook before giving your hips a playful squeeze, “if anything, you should see this as a bonus - you get some eye-candy while you learn!”

“okay, well, don’t make me sound pervy-”

“not to mention, he’s your age! so it’ll be like you’re just hanging out with a friend-”

“a friend?! taehyung, i’m wearing overalls, my hair is in pigtails, and all this protective gear that you shoved me in makes me look like an eight year old-!” you gasp when you feel yourself suddenly bump into something hard and taehyung quickly loops his arm around your waist to keep you from toppling over

it’s a second later that you realize the something hard that you bumped into was jungkook’s obviously broad chest, so obviously this rollerskating lesson is already off to a fantastic start 

“woah, you got it?” jungkook holds both his hands out in case you fall over and you let out a nervous chuckle before reaching up to push your helmet up slightly

“i’m fine!” your voice cracks and you clear your throat quickly, “…hello.”

“hi! it’s nice to meet you- y/n, right?” jungkook sticks his hand out for you to shake and you smile nervously before reaching out to take it, “my name’s jungkook! i’m super excited for today. we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

you don’t know if it’s just because he’s clearly one of those fun and overly friendly! instructors or if he’s just naturally bubbly but he’s talking to you like you’re a child

(you probably could’ve ditched the pigtails today.) 

“okay, i’m going to go off now so let me just hand y/n over to you-” taehyung arm slips from your waist before he gently rolls you towards jungkook, “you two have fun!”

your hands immediately slap down on the railings right as you feel yourself about you slip and you let out a breath of relief

that was a close call

“we will!” jungkook smiles, waving at taehyung as he skates off, “you enjoy yourself out there!”

you watch helplessly as taehyung skates away, jungkook turning back to look at you with a (very handsome) smile

you feel your heart skip a beat once again and you immediately curse in your head 

…you’re screwed.

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“because of the balance and control required, it’ll take a little bit of getting used to- but once you get the hang out it, rollerskating is super fun!” jungkook reaches out so you can take his hand, “do you wanna let go of the bar for me?”

there are a lot of things you’d like to do for jungkook but letting go of the railing and potentially falling in front of him is most definitely not one of them

“you know, i think i’m good!” you chuckle, your knuckles practically going white at how tightly you’re gripping onto the railing, “why don’t you just keep talking while i… you know, get used to the feeling of just standing while wearing skates?”

“okay, if that’s what you’re comfortable with, that’s what we can do. let’s see… ah!” jungkook perks up, clapping his hands together before gesturing down to his own feet, “so, you’re gonna wanna keep your feet shoulder-width apart. can you do that for me?”

you look down at your feet, not at all surprised to see that they’re practically glued to each other

okay

shoulder-width apart

you can do that, right?

you lift your right foot up slowly before quickly moving it farther away from your left foot, your skate skidding slightly against the floor as you stomp down

goD these skates are clunky

you’ll never understand how people find this activity genuinely enjoyable

“see? not so bad, right? now, i’m really going to need you to let go of the bar for me so that we can move onto the next step- i swear i won’t let you fall if you take my hand.”

your eyes flicker down to his outstretched hand and you twist your lips uncertainly, “you promise?”

jungkook places his hand over his heart, “i promise.”

you lift one hand off the rail and quickly take jungkook’s hand, pausing for a second to make sure that everything feels okay before quickly lifting the other hand off the rail

you practically slap your hand down on jungkook’s other palm and let out a breath of relief as soon as he grips it tightly, and you look back in concern when jungkook starts to pull you away from the railing

“there you go! see?” jungkook smiles brightly, giving your hands a squeeze to get you to focus on him instead of the bars, “not so bad, right?” 

“yeah, i guess so…” you puff out, feeling your heart starting to pound harder not onLY because the safety of the railings have been taken away from you but also because jungkook’s hands are… very soft.,,. and very warm,.,. and very pretty.,., and all-in-all very nice

“okay, step two. so, this next part is going to make you feel a little silly, but we have to walk like ducks because it just makes the process of walking easier. you kind of have to point your toes outwards- yeah, just like that! and don’t forget to squat a little-” jungkook hums, leaning over a little so he can look to see if your stance is okay, “perfect! we’re just going to keep practicing until you get used to walking...”  

“you know, taehyung actually took me ice-skating over the holidays and i fell, like… ten times.” you snort, keeping your eyes on your skates as you take one small step after another, “i thought rollerskating would be easier but i feel like there are more rules to worry about…”

“oh my god, don’t even worry about it-“ jungkook snorts, shaking his head, “i’m an awful ice-skater. you’d think it’d come naturally to me because i can rollerskate- plus, i don’t see the fun in ice-skating! i know it’d never happen but i’m always paranoid that the skates are going to slice-”

“-the ice open and you’re going to fall through and plunge into the icy water?”

“exactly! see, you get it.” jungkook grins, leaning down a little to check your posture again, “you know, you’re a complete natural. i don’t know why you were so nervous to begin with!”

you snort in response and resist the urge to tell him that his face was one of the major things that contributed to your nerves 

“ooh, and you know what else i hate about ice-skating?” jungkook gasps, “that if i fall and get my hands on the ground, someone’s going to skate over them and amputate all of my fingers.”

you immediately burst into giggles and he gawks playfully

“are you laughing at a genuine fear of mine, y/n?? i didn’t take you to be someone who could be so cruel…”

“no, i’m not laughing at you!” you smile softly and you can’t help but note how warm and comforting his presence is, “i’m just- i said that exact same thing to taehyung when we were ice-skating and he said i was being ridiculous, so it’s nice to know that someone shares the same opinions on ice-skating as i do.” you instinctively squeeze jungkook’s hands when you feel the wheels roll out from underneath you a little and you end up jerking forward a little 

“woah-! you’re okay- i’ve got you…” jungkook rubs his thumbs over your knuckles reassuringly as he waits for you to regain your balance and start walking again, “i told you i wouldn’t let you fall, remember?”

“yeah…” you smile shyly, feeling your cheeks heat up a little

you don’t feel as nervous anymore

no wonder jungkook has a five-star rating as an instructor

he’s great!

“also, you do realise we’ve walked, like, an entire round around the rink, right?”

“what? we have?” you pause, looking up from your skates for the first time in ten minutes 

you’re almost at the spot you were at right when you first started

woah

wow!!

you didn’t even realize!!

that’s so cool!!

you walked an entire round without falling (a lot of almost-falling, but you’ll take it)!!!

“i mean, i don’t know about you, but i feel like we can move on to gliding now…” jungkook whistles lowly, “you’re a very fast learner so i’m not worried.”

“gliding is…” you lean over a little when you notice taehyung having a blast at the other side of the rink with his new companion, the two of them skating side by side

she laughs at something he says before playfully swatting at his arm

it’s just good to see him smiling and not crying for once 

one of the things that you love most about taehying is that he’s so in tune with his emotions, but when his ex (he forbade you from saying her name) broke up with him, he cried so much that you were pretty sure he had completely dehydrated himself 

so it’s nice that he seems to be enjoying himself! 

“so, gliding is-” jungkook steps over to get right into your line of vision and you quickly look back at him with an attentive smile, “basically turning your steps into smoooooth strokes. instead of dropping your foot straight down, you’re going to be pushing it forward and out. it’s kind of hard to explain gliding… you kinda just have to let momentum carry you forward and do its thing, you know? it’s literally just a one foot after the other situation.”

“well, if you can glide backwards, i’m sure i can figure out how to do it normally.” you point out, jungkook snorting in response

“trust me, you’ll be able to pick it up quickly. remember that when you’re gliding on one foot to keep your other slightly hovering above ground so it doesn’t interfere-” jungkook stops himself when he notices your brows knitting together (you seem to do this a lot when you’re focusing too hard on something), “ah, you know- i find that it’s easier to glide when you’re not actually focused on the gliding!” he chirps, giving your hands a reassuring squeeze, “if it helps, you can keep your eyes on me instead of staring down at your skates.”

hAh

if anything, staring directly at jungkook is going to throw you off your game compared to keeping your eyes glued on the ground

“okay, i will... try not to focus on the gliding while simultaneously focus on the gliding.” your tongue instinctively pokes out slightly in concentration as you push forward with one foot, being sure to keep your other a little above ground just like jungkook said 

you quickly switch to the other foot when you feel your right foot slowly starting to lose momentum, pushing off with your left instead and lengthening your stride so you can skate a little further 

hey

look at that! 

not bad!! 

“look at you go, superstar!” jungkook cheers encouragingly, grinning from ear to ear as he watches you gliding flawlessly, “you were born for this!” 

“you know, you may have a point- woAh-” your skates roll out a little from under you and you lurch forward, jungkook quickly sliding his grip from your hands to underneath your elbows to keep you from falling, “...yeah, so i spoke too soon.” you huff, blowing a strand of hair away from your face as you glance up at jungkook, still bent over at a ninety degree angle

“it’s my bad, i think i may have blown up your ego with all my compliments-” the sides of his eyes crinkle as he laughs, “all good?” 

you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and feel a piece of your soul float out from your body when you realise you basically look like a little old woman clutching onto one of those rolling walkers

wow

the possibility of jungkook being interested in you was low to begin with, but now it’s probably been squashed entirely

“uh, yes!” you clear your throat as you force yourself to stand up stick-straight, your knees clacking together for a second before you get back into position, “all good! i’m all good. we’re good.” 

oh boy 

if it makes you feel any better… it can’t get any worse than this, right?

“i-” you jolt when the music suddenly clicks off and is replaced by the shrill ringing of microphone feedback

“youch.” jungkook winces, raising his shoulder slightly and tilting his head down towards it so he can try to cover up one of his ears 

your brows furrow in confusion as you look up towards the speakers, unsure of if there’s just a technical difficulty or if something important is happening, “what’s going o-”

“sorry for the interruption, skaters! we just wanted to cut in and wish every single one of you a happy valentine’s day...” 

a large disco ball lowers from the ceiling as the lights begin to dim, the room suddenly engulfed in a warm pink glow as visions of glinting sparkles and hearts reflect from the disco ball onto the wooden floors along with the velvety walls

oh, god

seriously?!

you look up towards the speakers and resist the urge to curse and shake your fist at them like an angry old man

haven’t the people here considered that there might be single people in the rink?! 

…on valentine’s day…??

yeah that doesn’t make much sense

“grab your lover and glide along the floor as we play you some romantic tunes on this romantic evening… also, to the owner of a baby blue mercedes-benz convertible- i repeat, a baby blue mercedez-benz convertible... your car is parked in a tow-away zone. that’s all!”

the bee gees’ how deep is your love starts to play and you quickly pull your hands away from jungkook’s, your face flushing in embarrassment at the sudden change in atmosphere

you wobble slightly as soon as you pull away and immediately stick both your arms out in a poor attempt to keep balanced

okay

all you have to do is glide your way towards the exit so that you’re not just awkwardly standing in the middle of the ring while lovey-dovey couples skate around you

it’s only then that you realise that jungkook is facing away from you and seemingly looking for someone

you tap him on the shoulder and he turns to glance at you, “yes?”

“who... who are you looking for?” you frown, leaning over to peer over him so you can see what he’s seeing

“hm? oh, i was just looking for your boyfriend…” he trails off, continuing to look around the rink, “the two of you probably want to skate together right now and you’ll get to show off your brand new gliding skills, which is exciting-”

“boyfri- are you talking about taehyung?” you snort, quirking a brow in amusement, “he’s… oh my god, he’s definitely not my boyfriend. i’m only here for emotional support because he just got out of a relationship- we don’t have to get into it- the point is, he’s not my boyfriend. i don’t, uh, i’m not in a relationship at the moment. i’m… very single.”

why are you still talking?!

you clear your throat as you look for the nearest exit gate

“oh!” jungkook blinks before turning back around to face you, “in that case-“ your eyes widen in surprise when he sticks his hand out for you to take, “shall we?”

you blink down at his outstretched hand cluelessly before suddenly realizing what it is he’s asking

“oh, i-” you snort, immediately shaking your head, “no, you don’t have to do that…”

“what do you mean?” jungkook frowns, tilting his head curiously, “you don’t want to skate with me? after all we’ve been through?? y/n, you’re breaking my heart here!” he jokes, clutching at his chest before pouting (quite cutely) at you 

“n-no!” you laugh lightly, shaking your head, “i mean, of course i’d love to skate with- i-it’s very nice of you to offer, and i know you’re obviously being paid and stuff but you don’t… ah, you don’t have to force yourself to skate with me if you don’t want to...” you mutter, reaching up to scratch the back of your neck, “like, i’m sure taehyung’s already planning to give you an extra big tip for basically babysitting me all night so you don’t have to force yourself to do anything extra-”

“no, i wanna skate with you!” jungkook interrupts, skating over so that he’s standing next to you instead, “plus, it’ll be good practice, right?”

“well, i-” you don’t get a chance to respond before jungkook’s suddenly slipping an arm around your waist and holding onto one of your hands for extra support, “i don’t know, i suppose i’m just not used to gliding without holding both of your hands so i’m just worried i’m going to make both of us fall somehow which would be mortifying-”

“that’s alright, i can hold both your hands if you feel safer that way,” jungkook chuckles, his arm sliding away from your waist so he can swivel around and stand in front of you again, “after all, it’s better to be safe than to be sorry!” he takes your hands gently as he starts to skate backwards, his thumbs rubbing the tops of your knuckles comfortingly

-‘cause we’re living in a world of fools... breaking us down... when they all should let us be... we belong to you and me...

how deep is your love continues to echo all around you and even though you feel a little awkward skating around with your instructor to a very romantic song, you have to admit that this was a great choice of song for valentine’s day 

it’s a timeless classic! 

“so, you, um…” jungkook clears his throat after a minute or two of comfortable silence, turning back for a second to glance over his shoulder and make sure he’s not about to crash into anyone, “what kind of things do you like doing?”

and it’s me you need to show... how deep is your love?

“rollerskating. is it not obvious?” you joke, looking up at him and reminding yourself that you should make more of an effort to look at him and noT constantly at the ground, “um, i don’t know! that’s kind of a broad question, i guess. i like... i like... i like painting-! i mean, i’m not good at it, but it’s a pretty relaxing hobby...” 

“painting is nice!” jungkook nods slowly in agreement before perking up slightly, “say, have you ever been to a pottery studio?” 

“you know, i actually haven’t!” you shake your head before staring past jungkook’s shoulder in thought, “i should go to one... it sounds like a lot of fun! do you...” you cough quietly and avert your gaze slightly, “do you go there often with your... uh, significant other?” 

“me? oh, i’m not in a relationship.” jungkook chuckles before giving you a shrug, “none of my co-workers wanted to take the valentine’s day shift because they actually have someone to spend valentine’s day with, so... that’s why i’m here!”

“oh! so, you’re…” you trail off before pressing your lips together and giving him a firm nod, “i see.”

so you’re both single?

interesting

very interesting 

you can’t help but wonder if he’s looking to change that  

“i-”

“incoming!”

you don’t even get a chance to turn around to see what’s going on when suddenly someone’s basHING into you from behind and making you lose your balance

and the next thing you know you’re stumbling forwards and poor jungkook’s reflexes aren’t fast enough because-

“oh-!” you land on top of jungkook with your legs on either side of him, your knee pads clacking loudly against the ground, “oh, shit-” 

“sorry! my bad!” taehyung glides past you with a sheepish smile before not-so-subtly gesturing to the girl he’s got on his arm and giving you an obnoxious wink and a thumbs up as a way to let you know he’s definitely getting boned tonight

you want nothing more than to rip your skates off right now so you can chase after him and bash his head in 

you turn to look down at jungkook, immediately raising your hands up off his (broad, broad) chest as your entire face flushes bright red, “i am- i am so sorry- are you okay?? is your head okay?? i can- i can give you my helmet!” you wince, reaching up to unbuckle your helmet before hastily taking it off and tossing it aside

“don’t sweat it, i’m completely fine-” jungkook laughs lightly before shaking his head, propping himself up onto his elbows and blowing a curled strand of hair away from his eyes with a puff, “my head’s fine! luckily i didn’t hit it on the ground or anything like that, but my ass-”

“oh, god. i’m so sorry- here, i’ll-” you attempt to get up off the ground only for the wheels on your skates to roll out from under you and for your knee to smack against the ground again, jungkook grunting as you bounce on him a little harder than intended, “oh, jesus christ-”

great

there’s no way you’re going to be able to get up because of these stupid skates and now your very cute instructor is a hostage in between your thighs!

“this is so humiliating, i am... so, so sorry- i’m definitely forcing taehyung to give you a generous tip after all of this is over-” you laugh uncomfortably, your hands about to place themselves on jungkook’s chest again before you quickly move them so that they’re on either side of his head instead

of course, this position isn’t any better because now you’re just staring down at his face directly 

little white hearts from the disco ball float over his face and though you know this is hardly the right time, your heart can’t help but go badumpbadump at the reminder of how pretty jungkook is 

“okay, wait, what if i-” he suddenly sits straight up and your eyes immediately cross at the close proximity of your faces, “hi.”

you don’t know if it’s even possible but you feel your face get even redder and you find that you’re unable to look away from jungkook 

he has very sweet-looking eyes 

they’re a very nice shade of brown 

“i- uh, hello.” you clear your throat quietly, pressing your hands as close to your own chest as possible so that you’re not touching jungkook, “hi.” 

the last thing you want is for him to accuse you of groping him

but maybe it’d be a good thing to get a lifetime ban from the rollerskating rink

then taehyung will never be able to force you to skate again!

“we should take your skates off so that we’re not stuck like this all night.” you twitch when you feel jungkook’s hand slide down the side of your calf before reaching the top of your skates, “do you think you can undo your other one for me?”

“ah- yes. yes, i can do that.” you turn away so you can look back at your skate, reaching down and ripping the velcro strap before hurrying to undo the laces

you feel jungkook fumble at your skate, yanking the tie loose before trying to help you wiggle your foot out of it, “okay, just pull your foot out-”

“yeah, lemme just-” you have to shuffle forwards in order for jungkook to pull the skate off of you and your nose crinkles when you realize you’ve just gone ahead and fully pressed your chest to jungkook’s 

wonderful

just wonderful 

(for the record, he smells really good... but you’re pretty sure you sound like a creep right now, so maybe you should go ahead and scrap that thought.) 

“what happened to not letting me fall?” you joke lightly as you get up off the ground, hoping to ease the tension a little from whatever all of that was, “are you sure you’re okay? i didn’t break anything?” 

“i promise you i’m totally fine-” jungkook gets back up onto his feet and bends down to pick up your skates before popping up to look at you with a grin, “and it only happened because i was distracted!” he pauses for a brief moment before tilting his head, his smile softening, “can you blame me? you’re very pretty.”

oh

you weren’t expecting him to say that

“oh, that’s- ha… that’s very nice of you.” you reach up to scratch the back of your neck before letting out a nervous chuckle, “you are… also… quite… visually appealing.”

quite visually appealing  

why are you speaking like an alien trying to convince everyone that they aren’t an alien?!

“so, there’s still about half an hour left of your lesson left, but i feel like you’ve had enough of skating for now.” jungkook changes the subject quickly and you can’t help but notice that his ears are starting to get red, “we can just sit on the bench and rest... or do you... uh, do you maybe want to share a chilli dog with me?” he asks quietly, and for the first time since meeting him he’s the one who looks away from you first 

“...you know, i think that might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.” you giggle, reaching over to loop your arm through his when he sticks it out for you, “i would love to share a chilli dog with you.” 

“not to flex or anything, but i do get the employee discount…” jungkook clicks his tongue, reaching up to pop open his collar obnoxiously before turning to give you a wide grin, “and if that doesn’t impress you, i don’t know what will.”

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do any of the mercs play board games?

Mercopoly (Board Game

Headcanons)

Scout:

You think he has enough of an attention span to play something that doesn’t involve sweating out his energy drinks?

Hell no!

He gets very bored very quickly, especially with something complex like chess.

He’ll play cards sometimes, but only Crazy Eights and Go Fish - that’s all he knows how to play.

However, there is one true board game he plays occasionally: Candy Land.

It’s one of the few board games that you don’t really have to read the rules for, and there isn’t any writing on the cards.

However, he only asks to play it when he’s not feeling very well.

Medic even has a page in his medical journal for the mercs that says, and I quote:

“The Scout has an extremely short attention span, and if an activity isn’t active or immersive, he will not stay long. If at any point he chooses a sedentary activity, a check-up is in order.”

As sad as it is, a request to play Candyland is a good way to know if Scout needs a little extra reassurance or support.

By the end of the game, Scout usually feels more himself, whether he wins or not.

Engie is especially good with Scout when he’s this way, being the one of the most emotionally sensitive of the group. But he also knows Scout would never admit straight-away how he was feeling, so he usually has a more fun way of getting answers.

“You feelin’ more like a King Candy or a Lord Licorice?”

“...Fudge Monster.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Yeah...”

Spy:

If you ask him, he will most likely go off on a tangent about chess, and how it’s a game of strategy, deception, and crushing your enemy with your wit.

He scoffs at any other game, and constantly makes fun of several of his more intelligent peers for finding interest in them.

“You are mercenaries. Blood-thirsty killers of men. And you are playing ‘Hungry, Hungry Hippos’ like a hoarde of kindergartners?”

But one thing he cannot resist is Sorry.

He considers it above normal board games because it has strategy - or at least that what he says.

He actually just likes it because it’s a game of revenge, which is like a drug to him.

He’s gotten so good at it that if he asks you to play Sorry with him, it’s almost guaranteed that he’s mad at you and just wants to let off some steam by giving you a horrendous loss. However, occasionally, he’s the one who loses.

Spy isn’t a poor sport, exactly - he’s too cultured for that - but sometimes his pride outweighs his manners and he convinces himself that the other player cheated through made up signs of deception.

He simply “allows” them to win because he “doesn’t want to make a fuss.”

But god help the unfortunate soul who decides to rub their win in his face.

Sniper had won five games in a row, and it was clear Spy was getting hot under the collar.

Sniper ended their games with a mischievous, “You’ll get ‘em next time, tiger.” and a small pat on his shoulder.

Spy immediately saw red, grabbed Sniper’s hand, and before the aussie knew it, he was against a concrete wall with a butterfly knife to his throat.

“I could kill you right now. Your final cry for Medic will be drowned in blood, and I would leave you here to die a painful, dramatic death. You’ll be replaced with a rusted trash can of a bot until they could grow another clone of you. Every memory will be gone. The team will be shrouded in grief, not because of losing you, but losing what the clone can never have. And I shall bide my time, ask the clone to play the same game, and kill them when they win. Another clone, another kill. And again. And again. And again. You think the Manns give a damn as long as their work is getting done? You will never be able to form a single thought before I spill your blood - caught in an eternal prisoner’s dilemma where you always lose.”

After gathering his bearings, Sniper finally spoke.

“Is this about your takeout?”

Spy scoffed.

“Do you really think - !”

“Tonight, my treat if you don’t kill me.”

Spy squinted.

“Egg rolls?”

“And an extra order of crab rangoon.”

“Your treat?”

“Yep.”

“How do I know you won’t poison me?”

“Chemical test before and after the food arrives.”

“How do I know Medic isn’t in on it?”

“Miss Pauling as a witness and Scout as an overseer. Pauling’s main objective is to keep us alive, and Scout can’t do bloody anything subtle, even if he wanted to. You can also play back the cameras in the lab, if the mood really struck ya.”

Spy held Sniper against the wall for a minute or two while he thought it all over, then let Sniper fall to the ground.

“I don’t need your sympathy, bushman. But you had better keep your end of the deal. I am the only backstabber around here.”

Demo:

Can’t even stay awake long enough to play most board games.

On the rare chance that he’s sober, he, Engie, and Medic like to play Monopoly.

Here’s the thing: you should never ask a drunkard, an engineer, and a sadist genius to play Monopoly together. It will not end well.

They have been playing the same game for years, with new rules in place and physical extensions to the board in order to try and end the game. Every other Friday, they take the weekend to try and finish it.

However, it all ends up fruitless.

Demo is usually the one keeping the peace, since he is the least competitive out of the three. That isn’t to say he isn’t clawing for the win as much as the other two, but he is definitely the least invested. He’s mostly staying out of principle.

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned, ‘s ta ne’er give up, e’en when the goin’s gettin’ tough. Roll the dice, doc.”

Despite his confidence, he’s not even sure what he would do if he or anyone else won. It would seem more like a relief than a celebration.

Medic:

He’s the one who started the Eternal Monopoly game, which has led to some theories that the game itself came straight from hell, and is one of the many punishments used on sinners. The box does smell a bit of brimstone…

He seems to enjoy the chaos that each round brings and the challenge of coming up with new rules to the game. To any outsider, his commentary and directions are complete nonsense.

“According to zhe ‘Calvinball Rule,’ as stated by Engineer, and the ‘Double Kill,’ as stated by myself, since the current time ends vis a three and ve all received at least two kills zhis veek, ve need to double every other roll and whomever loses zhe resulting game of ‘Bim Bum’ vill have to go to zhe Purple Jail.”

The rules and mechanics are like an unholy amalgamation of Monpoly, Sorry, chess, D&D, Bluff, and poker.

However, when Medic isn’t stapling pages of rules together, he likes to play a nice, relaxing game of checkers with Heavy.

Both of them are excellent checker players, but neither of them care who wins.

In fact, they usually talk over the game, taking the other player’s pieces as one of them shares a story from that day’s battle.

They’ve even played while Heavy was in surgery - leading to many unfortunate times when Medic had to fish a piece out of Heavy’s intestines.

One would think that a genius doctor would also have a passion for chess, but he expresses his disdain for it almost every time the checker board is brought out.

“Ach, people think chess is such an intelligent sport. Let me tell you, liebling, it is terribly overrated. If zhe devil can play chess, anyvun can. He might as vell just give souls avay, vis those shaky claws of his.”

Engineer:

Being the engineer, he is usually the one to add to the Eternal Monopoly.

Pieces, board extensions, cards, trivia - it gives him a nice break from all the weaponry.

He’s usually the one who remembers all the mechanics and rules, and serves as the judge if rules contradict each other.

“Alright, now let’s see here…we’ve got the Infinity Loop over here, but now you’ve got the Time Travel card…how many years? Infinite? Ho boy…looks like I’m gonna have to add a Hilbert’s Hotel square somewhere. Hold on…”

Despite his affinity for Eternal Monopoly, Engineer will play almost any board game. He learns new rules and figures quickly, and enjoys the challenges that brings.

However, if he’s particularly burnt out, he likes to take a break by playing Jenga. He and Spy have a friendly rivalry, since Engie can tell which blocks are supporting and Spy has quick fingers.

Spy, oddly, is a lot more amiable losing in Jenga - he knows Engie won’t think less of him - but Engineer hates when the bricks fall over. Not because it means he lost, but because, to him, it’s a failure on his part…even if it was someone else that knocked it over.

He’s made several blueprints for the perfect Jenga game, but has concluded that no human hand could put it into practice.

During one particularly bad day, Engie bumped the table, causing the whole column to come crashing down. Spy had already recovered from the noise, but Engie was still standing there, stone-faced.

His eyes were covered by his goggles, but it was clear he was crying.

Several of his machines had broken on the job, and to him, this was just another egregious mistake.

Spy carefully put the blocks back in the container, and Engie came to his senses.

“I’m real sorry, Spy. Maybe another time…?”

Spy only nodded. He was thinking.

The next time they played, Spy brought out a different container.

Instead of wood, the bricks seemed to be made of a sturdy foam.

“They fall a bit more…quietly,” Spy explained. He dropped one, and it only made a small bouncing sound. “Pyro uses these, but they allowed me to borrow it.”

Engie was a bit skeptical at first, since it was a new material, but he got the hang of it rather quickly. He was almost ecstatic the first time it fell - the blocks barely made any sound at all!

After a few games, Spy had to leave for an assignment. Engie put a hand on their arm.

“Thank ya, Spy. Maybe you ain’t the cold-blooded backstabber I thought you were.”

Spy chuckled, but said little else. He didn’t want to admit that noise sensitivity plagued him as well.

Pyro:

Pyro loves board games, and has quite the collection in their room.

Each plastic piece is at least a little melted, and all the boxes have two or three scorch marks.

Hungry Hungry Hippos, Candyland, and Uno are among her favorites.

He is an absolute beast at Uno, though.

They take each game very seriously, especially when they can convince the whole team to play.

As you can imagine, it’s pure chaos - it even led to a rule in the Merc Guidebook: “When playing Uno with three or more players with the inclusion of a Pyro, at least one Mann Co. representative and/or a mediating Medic must be present.”

Pyro has been known the hide cards, bribe players, or even try to set flame to competition. Playing Uno is almost like a mission, with weapon preparation and Spy posing as other players.

The mercs even have a betting stand that Sniper runs. All parties have lost a lot of money that way.

It’s pretty much the only time outside of battle that the team remembers how cruel and malicious Pyro can be.

Sniper:

Conventional board games aren’t exactly his forté, but he does enjoy a bit of cards every once in a while - Solitaire being his favorite.

He even has a pack of cards in his Sniper Square for that exact purpose. It allows him the pass the time without having to look away from his targets too often.

On occasion, he could be pressed to play poker, but only if the stakes weren’t monetary (i.e candy pieces, crackers, duties, etc.).

His favorite part of every match is shuffling the cards. Pretty much every merc could shuffle cards, but Sniper could make them almost float with how quick his fingers and wrists moved. He always began the game with a new trick he learned, which delighted his fellow players (usually Spy, Engineer, Medic, and Demo).

You could always tell if he had a busy day because he would avoid tricks with too much movement, which would be murder on his sore fingers and hands.

Pyro is currently learning card tricks from Sniper, and show off what they learn at the beginning of every Uno game.

Heavy:

He isn’t a huge fan of the bright, plastic-y board games that Pyro has, although he will play them if asked.

It’s mostly because of how complicated the rules are and the fact there are almost never a Russian translation for the directions.

He always prefers checkers, cards, or mancala, which he almost exclusively plays with Medic because he’s the only one who speaks fluent Russian.

Heavy can play a mean game of mancala, though, and it’s the only game he can beat Medic at.

Soldier:

The only games he will play are Battleship and Uno - but only after Miss Pauling convinced him it was “American enough” because the game had red, white, and blue cards.

He prefers the electronic Battleship because of the sound effects and voices. However, if it’s out of batteries, he’ll make his own sound effects.

Miss Pauling is the best at pretending to be a commander, so she’s usually the one playing with him - but, sometimes, Demo gets in on the action, too.

[woozibby]

In Love | Joshua

requested: Hello, I hope you’re doing good 💙 Could I maybe request a cute fluff with Joshua? Maybe something were he realizes he’s in love with the reader and tells them, if that’s okay with you~

wc: 2190

a.n. I hope you like this anon!! Please let me know if you have any more requests! <3 This is unedited, so i’m sorry for any mistakes!

SEVENTEEN MASTERLIST

You, my dear reader, are in your afternoon music lesson. You tried your best to keep focus, however, it wasn’t going very well. 

So when your phone started buzzing in your pocket, that was when you completely lost focus.

Your phone screen lights up with many notifications, however, the ones that stood out were the ones from the ironically titled group chat: Oh God Why.

Mingyu: how does everyone feel about pizza?

Vernon: I could go for pizza

y/n: omg yes pls

Joshua: aren’t you meant to be in class y/n? 

y/n: don’t need to call me out like that, but yeah, I’m here 

Mingyu: So pizza after y/n’s class yes or no? 

Vernon, y/n: yes

Joshua: fine yes. y/nie, I’ll come pick you up after class

y/n: awe, thank you josh<3

Mingyu: simp

Joshua: STFU MINGYU

So you giggle to yourself as you read the exchange and you put your phone away in attempts to refocus. The idea of food and hanging out with your best friends at the forefront of your mind. 

Finally, your lesson came to an end and like he said he would be. Joshua was there, outside waiting for you to meet him. 

“So, how was class?” Joshua asks as you link your arm with his and you both make your way to his car. 

“It was something,” you laugh. 

It didn’t take you guys long to get to the small dinner that Mingyu demanded to go to. He mentioned how it sold authentic American style pizza. That no other pizza place could now compare. 

None of you bothered to fight him on it as it was just easier to go along with the giant puppies’ demands. Plus you all knew you wouldn’t be able to say no to him either. 

Once you got inside and were sat down, Mingyu and Vernon instantly went for the menu and began looking over it. However, you were fine just sitting there in the presence of everyone else. 

Looking over, you see Joshua already looking at you with a small smile on his face.

“What?” you asked, returning his smile.

“Nothing,” he responded, turning his attention away from you. “Guys, stop hogging the menus, let us have a look.” 

Ten minutes later, you’ve all ordered and are now sipping away at your drinks as you guys talk about your day. You laughed at the jokes Vernon said and how every time the door would open from the kitchen Mingyu’s head would be straight up and looking around like a meercat. 

However, what you didn’t notice was the fact how when you weren’t looking, Joshua would take the time to glance at you, smile and look away before you could notice. You were so engrossed in the conversation that you failed to notice the smile that never left his lips. 

So anyways, your pizza arrives and you guys slowly eat your food- well you slowly eat your food, the guys slowly and eating are never in the same sentence. 

So once you’ve finished up, you all split the bill and make your way out of the dinner. 

“Didn’t I tell you that place was great?” Mingyu gushes as he walks ahead of you with Vernon. 

“It wasn’t that bad,” Vernon laughs. 

You continue to smile as you watch the two boys before turning your attention towards your other best friend. 

“You okay?” you ask. “You’ve been kinda quiet tonight.” 

Joshua hums and shrugs his shoulders. He takes a moment to think before nodding his head.

“I’m good,” The smile never falls. 

OKAY so, flash forward. 

So it’s a Saturday, you don’t have lessons AND since you were good, you made sure to catch up on all of your work so you could have the weekend to chill and do nothing.

Absolutely nothing. 

You didn’t want to think, you didn’t want to move an inch out of your apartment. The only thing that would get you out of your apartment was if the building was on fire and even then, you’d have to think about it. 

So you queued up a drama on your tv and started on making a snack or two to keep you going and once that was all done, you made your way back to the living room and plopped yourself down on the couch with a blanket thrown over your lap. 

You were twenty minutes into the first episode when your phone buzzed. You ignored it, thinking that if it was important they’d call back later. So you forgot about it for another ten or so minutes until it buzzed again. 

Letting out a sigh, you pause the episode and lean over to grab your phone. 

Your screen was full of notifications. 

Some were random things from Twitter, others were from some random app you forgot you had on your phone, but the most recent ones were a string of text messages from Josh. 

Joshua: You busy? 

Joshua: You doing anything rn?

Joshua: you’re free right?

You whipped your hands on your blanket before you unlocked your phone and typed back a response. 

y/n: define free?

Joshua: As in you’re not out and doing something??

y/n: then yeah, I’m free

Joshua: YES okay, do you want to do something? I thought maybe we could go to the aquarium? 

You began to type out a message, before pressing backspace and deleting it all. You wanted to spend the day inside, but what was the worst that could happen? Plus, how could you ever say no to him?

y/n: yeah sure, meet me here in twenty?

Joshua: cool, for sure! 

Locking your phone once more, you turn off your tv and take your snacks back to the kitchen before you headed to your room to get changed. 

You put on a comfortable outfit and made sure to wear a jacket over the top as you knew it could sometimes get cold in the aquarium. So, by the time you were ready, a knock on your door didn’t come as much of a surprise. 

Opening it up, you smile at Josh and invite him in. 

“I’ll be one second, just gotta put my shoes on.” 

He nods and sits himself down on the couch as he waits for you to finish and when you come back out with a small bag, you pick up your keys, purse and phone before shoving them in. 

“You ready?” he asks causing you to nod in response. 

So he drives and you guys get to the aquarium in no time. 

Once you get inside and your tickets are brought, you start to make your way through. 

Josh laughs to himself every time you saw a new animal and ran over to them in awe. He tried his best to keep beside you, however, once something caught your eye, you were off again in a flash. 

He didn’t mind though, the look on your face and the pure joy that emanated from you was enough for him. Every little thing you did made him smile, every little thing you did made his heart jump around. 

It wasn’t until you guys got to the underwater tunnel and the sight of you looking all around you with the largest smile he thought he had ever seen you smile, did it dawn to him. 

He loves you. 

No matter how much his heart and brain fought, no matter how much he wanted to deny it- he couldn’t. Not now, not whilst looking at you like this. Not when the water was reflecting on you in a way that enhanced your already beautiful self. 

Mingyu and Vernon always joked that he was a simp for you and they were right. Not that Josh would ever tell them that, they didn’t need the ego boost. 

So as Josh followed you around the aquarium, he smiled. He laughed to himself and the more time you guys spent the more it cemented in his mind.

He was in love and there was nothing he could do about it. 

So flash forward an hour or two. 

He’s dropped you home and you’ve gone on and on about how fun the day was. How much fun it was going there with him and it makes his heart expand like five sizes. 

So after he drops you off, he heads back to his own apartment which he shares with Vernon and Mingyu. When he walks through the door, both boys are sat on the couch, playing the same game they were playing when Josh left. 

“How was your date?” Mingyu sniggers, he, however, doesn’t turn his attention away from the tv as Josh walks over and lets himself fall into the love sweet. 

“It wasn’t a date,” Josh responds before covering his face up with his hands.

“Is that why you looked so bummed?” Vernon asks. 

Josh uncovers his face and sends a look to the younger boy. Vernon, who just shrugs says nothing more. 

“I realised something today and I don’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing.” 

“Let me guess,” Mingyu pauses the game which causes Vernon to gasp. “You’ve finally realised your love for y/n and now you’re in a state of shock” 

Josh’s eyebrows furrow together as he slowly nods.

“How did you know?” 

Both of the younger boys sigh in defeat. 

“Because it’s obvious!” Vernon laughs. “You’ve been in love with them since what? The moment you guys saw each other?” 

“That’s not true,” Josh fakes a laugh as he looks down at his hands. 

“Yes, it is and don’t even try to deny it.” Mingyu states. 

“And so what you like y/n, what’s so bad about that?” Vernon asks causing Josh to shrug once again. 

“I don’t know, maybe I’m scared it’ll ruin our friendship.” 

“There is nothing in this world that could end your friendship, you know why?” Mingyu asks, but he doesn’t wait for Josh to respond. “Because your guys’ friendship transcends any other thing. You guys are practically soulmates, don’t hide your feelings because of the anxieties.” 

“He’s right,” Vernon speaks. “Let’s say you did confess and they didn’t feel the same way, that’s a whole lot better than sitting here wondering what could have been.” 

Josh lets out a breath of air and nods his head slowly. 

What the boys were saying was true. 

What was the worst that could happen? You could say no and that Vernon was right. At least you can move on from a no, how can you move on from the thoughts of a what if? 

Because what if he didn’t tell her and there was a day where he began to regret that decision? How could he live with himself if he never told you how much he truly loved you? 

Josh shot up from his chair and sent a look to the two younger boys. 

“I need to tell them,” 

Vernon and Mingyu look at each other before looking at Josh with wide eyes.

“Like right now?” Mingyu asks.

Josh nods.

“Of course, when else am I going to tell them?” 

Vernon laughs and claps his hands. 

“Go on, go do it! Tell them, dude.” 

“I’m doing it,” Josh said before walking out the door. 

He came back in a moment later and picked up his car keys. 

“I’m doing it now!” He said leaving once more. 

Mingyu and Vernon looked at each other once more before speaking. 

“He’s seriously going to do it,” 

They looked back at the tv.

“Another game?”

“Sure.” 

SO back to you!! 

Since you’ve gotten back, you’ve put back on your drama, you’ve got your snacks back out and reclaimed your position on the couch. You’ve finally finished the first episode and you’re only into the second one by a minute or two when the sound of knocking on your door causes you to jump in fright. 

“What is it now?” You mumble to yourself as you place the snacks on your coffee table and throw your blanket to the side. 

Going to the door and opening it up, you make a face to yourself in shock at the sight of Josh standing behind it. 

“Oh Josh hey, what’s up? It hasn’t even been an hour and a half, miss me that much?” You laughed at your own joke, but your smile dropped at how serious Josh was. “Are you ok-...” 

He cuts you off, and your mouth drops. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you giggle. “What’s up with you?” 

“No, I mean, I love you, I’m in love with you. I look at you and my heart swells and I wouldn’t want anything more than to call you mine.” 

You blink for a moment as your brain tries to catch up with the words Josh is saying. 

“I-I…” You try to speak, but nothing came out. 

Josh begins to frown and looks down. Maybe I shouldn’t have listened to them, he thought to himself. 

“I’m sorry, I shou-...” 

However, this time you were the one to cut him off.

“I love you too.”

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP Meme Lines from "AHS: Coven" Episode 10: "The Magical Delights of Stevie Nicks"

Drink this, it'll calm your nerves.

I'll cast a little spell for you.

I'm ashamed to show you my weakness.

I might have shed a tear or two myself if I'd lost everyone I had.

I'm over 300 years old.

Everyone I done ever met done followed after the Grim Reaper.

I taught myself long ago not to waste tears for the dead.

It's your kindness that has touched my soul.

I feel like I've been alone for so long, it's a relief to have found an equal. Even if that person come in the guise of an enemy.

We have so much to talk about. But not tonight.

Tomorrow we'll draw the battle lines.

Wake up. Your master calls.

Tonight's the night you pay me my due.

Not now. Please.

It's been a hard day.

Hard days deserve a harder night.

You drink my torment like wine.

Why you here in the house of your enemy?

I've come to seek a lasting truce.

I want what's coming to me.

It's the bargain you made so long ago.

You'll have to come back during visiting hours.

Mama's had a hard day.

Put the baby down on the ground and step away from it.

Don't mess with me.

I need this baby.

Put the goddamn baby down. Now!

I warned you.

I'll give you something to cry about.

He was determined to be a hero.

I should've seen it.

It's on me.

Ooh, he hated your ass.

You were my sworn enemy.

You hired him to kill me?

You're not just blind, you are willfully blind.

We don't have to waste our time with worker bees, what we have to do is to find the hive.

What a lovely shawl.

You keep your distance.

I know your game, lady.

Don't bother.

I've surrounded myself with the white spirit light to protect me.

I've already made plans on how to bring myself back.

Well, now why would I want to hurt you?

You can keep your powers.

I don't think you fully appreciate the power of the throne.

You are going to know the world, and what's more they are all going to want to know you.

You owe me five bucks.

Well, that was a morbid field trip.

You're not his type.

I know everything about you.

Did I get the shawl twirl right?

I want to get it right.

Perfect. It was perfect.

My powers are growing.

I can do mind control.

Put out that cigarette.

Now stick it in your vagina.

It was clearly my destiny to die and be reborn, just like our Lord and Savior.

Important men get their pictures taken.

We have to be smart about this.

They pray to one god-- a green, merciless god.

You're tainted.

You let them get inside your head.

We can fight about this for the next ten years, but right now I want to help you.

Don't you understand anything?

You can't help me.

You can't help anyone.

You're worthless, hopeless.

Get out of my sight.

Bring them to me in a weakened state.

She's selfish and she's a whore.

I didn't realize this before, but we can't survive on our own.

You don't have a mean bone in your body.

Maybe you're the kind of leader we need.

I want to say good-bye.

What is that hideous smell?

Clear all the bad spirits out of here.

It's not evil intentions that's making me sick.

We still got work to do.

What has she done to you?

I found love for the first time, and it's given me the passion to keep fighting.

You know the secret.

I don't think you're ready for that.

Tell me your secret.

I thought I was the shit back then.

I had just come into my prime, and my magic was strong.

I was pregnant, and I did not accept the idea of death.

I was invincible.

I come to you once a year, and you give me what I want.

I thought he meant some kind of sexual favors.

I wished for it; it came true.

Unknowingly, I made a deal forged in Hell.

You'd make a beautiful mother.

Children ain't in the cards for you.

Not my baby.

Take it back.

Take the spell back.

I can be mortal again.

Give the child to me.

I want my innocent soul.

What does he want?

Try and get some sleep now.

Just close your eyes and forget about that for now.

This kabob's some kind of tasty.

Thanks for treating.

Pretty soon, you'll be drowning in merch.

Merchandise. Swag. The cookies. You know.

You are cynical.

Everything's transactional.

Guy buys you dinner, he expects a blow job. Welcome to earth.

Players only love you when they're playing.

No, I know what you're trying to do. Mess me up, make me doubt myself.

You think I'm stupid because of where I came from.

Well, I'm not so easily bought, and I ain't that easily fooled.

You're right. I do think you're stupid.

You want to change my opinion?

Enchant these guys, would you?

You're powerful.

I'm powerful.

I don't need you.

I just want to be your friend.

Now lose that ugly shawl.

Stupid bitch.

Where's his body?

I think it's time for us to go.

She has to pay!

You have to be cleansed.

Could you please stop playing for a minute?

I need to focus.

Listen to the celestial tones.

What is that thing? It's hideous and weird.

Don't be a hater, dear.

I cannot tell you how playing this instrument soothes my soul in tempestuous times.

Nothing could soothe my soul.

You buck up, is what you do!

Face reality headlong and carry on.

I have no one, and my powers are gone.

Your salad dressing is absolutely magical.

Maybe you could bottle it.

You've got a lovely personality, and you're always well-groomed.

Are you trying to push me over the edge?

Between us chickens, no matter how hard I worked at it, I never felt special, either.

Look at me, I'm fabulous!

One never knows what the universe has in store for us!

I am an absolute failure.

I don't belong here anymore. I don't belong anywhere!

Vultures are waiting to strip the flesh from our bones.

You get our people on the phone.

Nobody is coming near us.

There's nothing natural about this.

It's time we finally deal with those witches.

You broke out the good stuff.

I don't want to die.

I am not the same as everyone.

I don't give a wet donkey's shit about your title.

I want terms defined.

The deal is off.

You have no soul.

Bum luck, baby.

I'll get my immortality.

I have no soul.

I'll just kill 'em all.

You always hear something.

You stole this baby to kill it.

You don't know what you talking about.

Eat my shit.

Now we'll have more cops on our trail.

Whose baby is that?

You have blood on your hands.

I barely remember my baby's face.

Stop making such a fuss.

I was very clear. No substitutions.

Be a sport.

Do I have to wear this outfit for all eternity?

Anywhere is better than here.

[writing-frenzy]

Airplane Crossing Over Plots~

Like it says on the tin, these were ideas I had for crossovers involving our fav writer~ (EDIT: Thank you @guiltycorp for inspiring this a bit XD)

Now, I’ve mentioned before, with Airplane choosing the go home option, he ends up still with a golden core in all this mess but he needs to cultivate his body really carefully because of it. (come on, he put in all the time and effort to be an immortal master, he should be able to still have his bad ass skills; not to mention with it being a soul thing, because a golden core is just as spiritual as it is physical, so he will definitely still have it.)

So, sealing his core and having his Nascent Soul outside his body to relieve some of the pressure on it, (having it look like a little chibi SQH that usually hangs out in hoodie pockets or hiding in Airplane’s hair with an aura of disguise around it), Airplane has to go and actually work out, which isn’t too much of a hardship for him at least, seeing as he’s had years to get into a routine and survival instincts kicking in to help him out there.

And, he may have actually started taking school seriously again, actually applying himself, maybe even getting an online accounting job to help supply his income. When he’s steady with that, he finishes PIDW the way he had been leading up to, the ending that makes the most sense and satisfices the writer the most (and if it gives him some closure, he isn’t saying anything about that.) Now that he is finally free from PIDW, and has college and work to worry about, he writes whenever he damn well pleases, and whatever he wants to fuck what anyone says.

(He might or might not write some absolutely filthy porn whenever the mood hits him, and cackles how his fans both greedily read it and cry because his newer works are so tragic, even if they have happy endings at times. Yes, Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky is a porn writer, but first and foremost is he an angst writer more~ His fan’s tears and cries just make him stronger kind of writer~)

(I just honestly want Airplane to write what he wants to now, that is one of the biggest motives behind all this honestly)

So, we have the set up :D let’s get to what we can cross over here~

First Up: ~Cutivation Group Chat~

Come on, how can one resist this? Plopping good old Airplane into this wild ride is one of the few things that makes me so happy in life. The thought of it makes me grin, especially since it can go two ways in my opinion~

First way: Airplane replaces Song Shuhang; like, just seeing Airplane, who was an Immortal Master and Teacher in those situations would be so funny, yet intriguing as well to see how he handles it, because you know he’ll be able to, just in ways no one ever expects. (Besides, that werid luck of Shuhang’s would be perfect for him, tho he won’t seek death like the other would~ :D Airplane still has a lovely sense of self-preservation~)

Second way: Airplane is one of Song Shuhang’s roommates. (for this, I’m going to say their Dorm was big enough for five peeps, because I want Airplane to have more friends damn-it.) Just... the imagery of the two neutral disasters getting into so much mayhem and hijinxs together, giving Song Shuhang not only a friend/brother in arms he can always depend and rely on, but also a steady source for learning and cultivation as well :D

(Also, Airplane and Gou Moumou being writer friends, the two of them able to bounce ideas on to each other (oh god, now you have inspired me, how dare you make me write this./hahahaha, you know you want too/ bitch turnabout is fair play/ ah fuck.) also: just the image of Airplane meeting Senior White and being completely unaffected because not only is his survival instincts going in overdrive, but also:

Airplane: ? He’s not my type.

Everyone: *jaws dropped*

:D Anyways~

Second Idea: Card Room (Rebirth)

Now First, for those who don’t know Card Room (Rebirth), this is an action/survival/mystery thriller BL Unlimited Flow type of novel; it follows one Xiao Lou, a medical professor who specializes with examining the dead, and his journeys through multiple rooms after having died in reality, the difficulty of each of these rooms measured with Playing Cards from 2 to K and with different types of rooms being sorted by their suits of Hearts (Mystery), Diamonds (Puzzle), Spade (Survival), Club (Luck/Money). The Goal of the story is to beat all the rooms and return back to the world of the living once more. To aid in this, people can get special cards to help them fight/ take care of their health/ or even just daily life essentials to be able to actually get through places. 

So... this means after getting all used to living once more and getting into his grove in the modern world... Airplane unfortunately kicks the bucket, yet again! Thing is, this time it happened after he played a card game with some of his roommates, I’m going to say poker, and they were betting who would do what chores. Aiplane managed to make out pretty well, and was pleased with it, so was very much bummed when he ended up dying yet again.  He goes through the room, some by the skin of his teeth, but with his cultivation abilities still usable (can’t stop something on a soul level here) he gets by okay. Though, all his cards either deal with writing, supplies, and the rare cultivation one at times.

He gets by at least.

Now, because this series gives me some emotions, here is one thing I will say: Airplane and Liu Ying end up partnering up and break through together, because damn it, Liu Qiao and her sis deserve some damn happiness ;-; Maybe Airplane and Liu Ying meet by chance, Airplane impressed by the young woman’s intelligence and Liu Ying can in turn be grateful for Airplane’s resourcefulness. Maybe even include the original girl that Liu Ying teamed up with, So we have three people already in your team to survive! (because surviving the rooms 2-4 is already damn amazing considering how hellish they get :D ) 

This is a fun crossover for me to imagine honestly, because it would be perfect to showcase Airplane’s skills in logic, reasoning, and pure survival our boy is known for; let that resourceful and logistic riddled mind out to play as he fights to get the fuck out of this world, even if The City of the Moon is beautiful and all.

:D So, those were the ideas I would like to really see, but here is some more for anyone curious:

Honorable Mentions: These are ones I would love to see Airplane accidently going into, and just going yikes, or nope! or even ‘Really?’

Lord of End of World:

... This story, it concerns me greatly; I like the worldbuilding, even has a few really cool girls in it, and I find the protagonist rather curious (to an extent, blackened Gary Stu that he is...) but does it make me cringe at times with the underage theme to it; it’s part of their cultivation and all, but god damn does the way this story push some of it really sqink me out, I had to drop it because it made me so uncomfortable, so just a heads up there. this is one of those stories that makes me want to write spite fiction, but also make me cringe at the thought of remembering it at times.

Anyways, so, how it boils down to it is that this poor guy, known as the Young Master of the Unground Palace, was abused in all the ways one can practically be abused, just so their Master can get stronger themselves by forming the perfect cauldron to absorb, but who manages to kill their master only to die as well. He ends up transmigrating into Gong Lixin, a 16 year old wealthy young master about a year (I believe) before the apocalypse happens... (Like I said, I have so many damn issues with this damn story, I cry.)

Just, on one hand, imagining Airplane in this world also makes me laugh (and maybe hope), because maybe here Gong Lixin could actually learn a cultivation style thats not only suited to him, but also doesn’t need him to dual cultivate all the time and rely on cauldrons (maybe get some needed therapy as well, Airplane knows some peeps; I can dream~), he can have a stable, reliable teacher here who will have no lust or attraction to him, Airplane helping the kid out at first because they look like they’re recovered from a really bad Qi-Devitation and the teacher in him can’t leave that alone. Airplane can also relate with the youth about transmigrating, maybe even telling him about his own time with that. (And Airplane can use his own cultivation to smack around any bitch looking sideways at his student, because fuck that shit, he is only seventeen and traumatized.) Just, turning this story into a cute mentor and discipleship and emotional healing would make me so happy.

Monster Inn Rectification Report

So, this is another Transmigration story~ MC transmigrates as a poor canon fodder son, who would have ended up in a vegetable state after being neglected in favor of the super amazing awesome adopted son. He then goes on to accidently inheriting a supernatural end for Monsters~

Like, this idea makes me grin evilly; though things will change up a bit, since both of Airplane’s parents have already split up and have their own families? Just, the Former An Ding Peak Lord running an Inn? :D Building it from ground up from bascially nothing? :D Oh, man, this man has run worse things, and even a Demon Kingdom, he got you~

Supernatural Movie Actor App

Its a BL about a guy with a split personality who does realistic (as in for real) horror movies through an app, to get his wish to come true.

This actually goes really good with my idea of Airplane wanting to be an actor and all, only to have his dreams crushed :D He doesn’t at first realize what he is getting into when he gets the app, thinking it might be a chance for him to still be able to do his dream, only, surprise, surprise, he ends up entering a real life Horror movie environment~ I’m really curious about what he would dream about~

I Have Medicine

:D Airplane and Gu Zuo interactions make me smile~ these two would be so fun, seeing them bounce off each other would be a treat.

So What if You’re Reborn

.... hahahahahaha, oh, the chaos that could be unleashed in this timeline would be glorious~

Running Away From the Hero

:)

[imaginesforyourfandom]

Heal My Heart - Chapter 5

Christen POV - December 2008

I sighed to myself for what felt like the millionth time as I stared at the Torres house. I knew I needed to go towards it and talk to (Y/N), but there was a part of me that was terrified. I’ve always felt at home and relaxed with (Y/N), but ever since we went to college it feels like there is this never-ending wall between us.

“Christen?” I jumped slightly turning to see (Y/N)’s mom, aunt and grandma getting out of the car.

“Hi!” I said cheerfully making my way towards them. I smiled when Maria opened her arms for a hug.

“Oh sweetheart, how are you?” Rosa, (Y/N)’s grandma, asked me.

“I’m well. I just got back from school not too long ago. I thought I would drop by and see everyone.”

“That’s so sweet. Come on.” Maria said, guiding me towards the house.

Gina, (Y/N)’s aunt, walked into the house first with the two of us following behind. I heard a loud squeal before turning the corner and seeing (Y/N) on the ground blushing while staring at her Aunt.

“(Y/N)!” Gina scolded as the girl in question immediately started shaking her head. “In your mothers’ home?”

“No!” she defended as she stood ready to defend herself. “We were just…”

“Just what?”

“Cuddling?” she stated though it sounded like a question.

“I hope god does not strike you where you stand.” Rosa said walking passed us giving her granddaughter a look. “It’s good to see you Alex.”

“You too ma’am.” Alex said with a bright red face.

“At least have the courtesy to do that in your own room…” her mom said, walking towards her as she looked down.

“Yes Mami…” she said before her mom gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Will you be staying for dinner Alex?”

“If that’s alright…” the girl said as Maria smiled warmly before walking towards the kitchen.

As soon as all the adults were out of sight, Alex reached out swatting (Y/N) on the arm. The defender grinned down at the girl before turning her eyes to me. I tried not to feel discouraged when her smile seemed to falter a little.

“Hey Chris…” she said walking towards me pulling me in for a hug.

“Hey…” I said before letting her go. I turned towards her girlfriend giving a small smile. “Hi Alex. It’s good to see you again.”

“Yeah! You too…” she said standing up and fixing her clothes. “I’m gonna kill you next time.”

“No, you love me too much…” (Y/N) said, giving her a cheeky smile.

“Unfortunately.” she said giving (Y/N) a kiss before exiting the room heading in the direction of the bathroom.

“You guys are really cute together.” I commented as (Y/N) smiled with a slight blush tinting her cheeks.

“Thanks.” She said looking in the direction that Alex had gone in. “So, what’s up? I didn’t know you’d be dropping by.”

“I was in the neighborhood. I thought I would come see you. We haven’t really seen each other in a while.” A small look of guilt seemed to spread over her face as she nodded her head.

“You’re right. Why don’t you stay for dinner?” she asked as I smiled warmly. I turned my head when Alex came back from the bathroom. She looked between us two before giving (Y/N) a small smile.

“I’m gonna see if your mom needs any help in the kitchen.” She said as (Y/N) nodded her head.

“Thank you, baby.” She responded before turning back towards me. 

“I don’t want to intrude on your guys' night.”

“You’re not. I promise it’s fine. Plus, you can get to know Alex a little better.” She seemed excited which is why I found it so difficult to say no.

“Okay, sure I’ll stay.” I said as she grinned before we headed to the kitchen. (Y/N) immediately moved towards her girlfriend who gave her a warm smile. I turned my attention towards her family as they all shot me small knowing looks.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked as her mom shook her head.

“You can help me set the table.” Rosa said as I turned to go help her put spots down for everyone.

We sat down for dinner not long after. It seemed to go off without any troubles as we all tried to catch up. Once dinner was done, I helped clear the table before deciding to take my leave. (Y/N)’s mom offered me dessert, but I politely declined. I barely got to say goodbye to (Y/N) as her attention seemed to be taken up by Alex. I wonder if this is how (Y/N) felt when I was with Kelley. If so, then I owe her a serious apology.

Alex POV Switch

“I am mortified.” I mumbled as (Y/N) laughed. We were standing outside of her house as I was getting ready to leave.

“Why?”

“Your whole family like caught us making out…” I said as she tried to hold back her laughter.

“Oh, it’s not that bad…” she defended as I glared at her.

“It is.” I said as she smiled softly.

“It’s not. If anything, I think they are super happy knowing how happy I am with you.”

“Don’t be sweet. I am mad at you.” I groaned as she leaned forward to give me a small kiss. “Christen seems nice.”

“She is. She’s been my best friend for years.” She responded as I nodded my head.

“I’m surprised you guys didn’t go to the same school.”

“Yeah, Berkley gave me a better scholarship. I’m not trying to finish school in debt.” She joked as I chuckled.

“That’s fair.”

“I’m really glad you came tonight.”

“You say that like I haven’t been at your house like every day.” She shrugged her shoulders a little before staring at me.

“What can I say other than I love you.” She said softly as I gave her another kiss.

“I love you too.” I mumbled against her lips. “I need to go home though.”

She pouted at me, but reluctantly let me leave. Things have been incredible since we decided to be in a relationship. I have never felt safer than when I am with her. I look at her and I know that I am in good hands.

“Hey sweetie.” My mom said as I entered my house.

“Hi mom.” I said dropping onto the couch.

“How’s (Y/N)?” she asked, giving me a small smile. I blushed a little before smiling.

“She’s good.”

“You should invite her over for dinner one day.” She responded as I nodded my head. “It would be nice to see her again.”

“I’ll ask her.” I said before deciding to head to bed.

The next few weeks were spent with (Y/N). We started to train with each other which was nice considering we were opposing positions. I could feel my game getting better the more I practiced with her. I was over the moon when I got an invite to a New Years party that I was most definitely dragging (Y/N) to. We went last year, but this year we would get to go as a couple.

“How do I look?” I questioned looking to (Y/N) who grinned at me.

“Absolutely perfect.” She responded, biting her lip as I shook my head trying to hide my blush.

“Great! Let’s go…” I said dragging her out the door.

Once we arrived, it was a lot of walking around and talking to people. It was nice to get to spend time with (Y/N) and get to just be with her without any kind of distraction.

“This is nice…” she said as we slow danced together.

“It is, isn’t it…” I responded as she leaned in to give me a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I was pleased to find that there was a balcony that we could escape too. We went up there and I had a strong feeling of Déjà vu as we stood up there together talking.

“This year has been insane…” she said as I nodded my head.

“It’s been very kickass.” I responded remembering my toast I made at the beginning of the year.

“Kickass indeed.” She said as I looked at her.

“What’s been the best part of your year?”

“You mean besides you?” she questioned as I blushed before motioning for her to continue.  “Probably winning a gold medal.”

“Mine is winning the U-20 World Cup…” I said as she nodded her head.

“That was great too.”

“It’s not close to winning a gold medal.” I said as she rolled her eyes.

“Well, if I am being honest…you are the best thing that happened to me this year…”

“I’m better than a gold medal?”

“You’re the greatest thing I could’ve got this year Alex…” she said with a serious look as I smiled softly.

“Keep playing and I might just make you my new year’s kiss…” I said echoing a statement from a year ago as I heard people start counting down.

“I don’t really think I would mind if you were my new year’s kiss…” she responded before leaning in and kissing me. The sounds of people celebrating and the fireworks going off seemed to become faint as I let myself get lost in the feeling of bliss.

“I love you.” I said as she smiled softly at me.

“I love you too.”

We stayed on the balcony a little bit longer before leaving the party altogether. Much like the beginning of this year, (Y/N) stayed at my house but was banished to the couch by my parents. She didn’t seem to mind though as she went without any complaints. It really was a perfect start to the year.

The rest of the break went by at an extremely quick rate. I was a little bummed out when (Y/N) had to leave for the senior team camp. I mean…I am super proud, but I was bummed that we couldn’t spend the last few weeks of break together. The only saving grace was that I got to go back to school and be reunited with Katie, Blake, and some of my other friends.

“How was your break?” Katie asked as I sat with them in the coffee shop.

“It was amazing.” I admitted as they both smiled. “(Y/N) and I spent pretty much the whole thing together.”

“Y’all really attached to each other huh?” Blake asked as I nodded. “She told me you guys got caught by her family…”

“Oh my god.” I mumbled putting my face in my hands to hide my blush.

“No way! Really?” Katie asked with a giant smile as I pouted in embarrassment.

“I’m going to kill her.” I said as they both grinned.

“You got caught by her family? Like, what are we talking….full nude?”

“No! Oh my god!” I said feeling my face burn even more. “We were just making out when her family walked in.”

“That’s so embarrassing.” Blake said as I rolled my eyes.

“It was embarrassing. I couldn’t make eye contact with them after that…”

“I can’t imagine they held it against you…” Blake said, giving me a smile. “I mean her mom seems nice enough…”

“Her mom is a sweetheart.” I responded as they both nodded their heads. “They were really nice about it.”

“When does that jackass get back anyway?” Blake questioned as I shrugged.

“She should be back in another week or so…” I said as she nodded her head.

“Why? Do you miss her?” Katie asked as Blake nodded her head.

“I do…a little bit.” Blake said, giving a small shrug as I smiled. Blake and (Y/N) really are attached to each other.

The next couple days was getting back into my routine of working out and getting used to my classes. I talked on the phone every night with (Y/N), but it didn’t feel as satisfying as if she were actually here.

“Alex?” I turned when I saw Brie coming towards me. I was on a run when the other girl stopped me.

“Brie? Hey, how are you?” I asked as the girl gave me a hug. Brie was on the team with (Y/N) and I. We didn’t talk much mainly because she didn’t seem to like (Y/N) all that much.

“I’m great! How are you?”

“I am well. Just trying to get back in the routine of school.” She laughed giving me a nod.

“I totally get that.” She said as I nodded my head. “So, I heard you’re dating (Y/N)? How’s that going?”

“It’s going well!” I said, feeling a little suspicious of the girl’s question.

“That’s great!” she said as I smiled. “Though, I have to say…you’re so much more forgiving than I am.”

“What do you mean?” I responded with confusion evident on my face.

“I mean…if my friend let me chase someone they knew didn’t like me back, I don’t think I could forgive them...” I felt my heart drop a little at her statement.

“What are you talking about?”

“…and then to date them? Absolutely amazing. You are truly a saint.” She said, seemingly ignoring my question.

“What? Wait…stop! What do you mean?” I questioned as she paused giving me a confused look.

“(Y/N). She knew Tatiana didn’t feel the same way about you.” She said as I felt like I was going to be sick. “You didn’t know?”

“She what? Wait…how do you know that?”

“I heard her talking about it with Val and Torrey. She said she didn’t know how to tell you that she knew that Tati didn’t feel the same way about you. It happened last year.”

I stood there staring at her as she observed me for a moment. I tried to think of what to say to her, but all I could think about was the feeling of betrayal that was running through my chest.

“I’m so sorry Alex. I thought you knew.” Brie said as I shook my head.

“It’s fine. Thank you for telling me.” I said turning and walking away from her. I made my way back to my dorm room as I tried to gather my thoughts.

I looked up when Katie walked in with Blake. They both quieted down when they saw me. I must have seemed very sad as they stared at me with concerned looks.

“Hey what’s wrong?” Katie asked me as she came closer to me.

“Did you guys know that Tati didn’t feel the same way about me last year?” I questioned as Katie gave me a confused look. Blake looked away as I nodded my head.

“I found out from (Y/N).” she said as I shook my head.

“Of course…and how long did she know?” I asked as Blake shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t know.”

“So, she just let me walk around like an idiot?” I asked to no one in particular. “God, I am so stupid.”

“Alex…” Katie said softly as I shook my head.

“Why didn’t she tell me? I embarrassed myself and she could’ve prevented it.” I argued as they both gave me sad looks.

“I think you should talk to her. If I know anything about her, she had her reasons.” Blake said as I shook my head.

“Well, obviously you are going to take her side. She’s your best friend.” I said as Blake sighed before turning to exit the room.

“(Y/N) isn’t a spiteful person. You know that. She loves you a lot.” She said, exiting before I could respond.

I didn’t say another word as I turned and curled up into bed. Katie tried to talk to me, but I just ignored her. I wasn’t interested in talking to anyone as I tried to think about how I was feeling. Blake is right in that (Y/N) would never intentionally try to hurt anyone.

The next day I went to my classes having really gotten no sleep. Usually, I would head to the coffee shop to get something to drink, but I was feeling too down to do that. I was walking towards my room when the door across the hall opened up. (Y/N) walked out and grinned at me, opening her arms with a giant smile on her face.

“Surprise!” she said as I stopped and stared at her. Her smile faltered a little bit when I didn’t return the smile. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re an ass. That’s what’s wrong.” I said walking towards my room and ignoring my girlfriend.

“What did I do?” she questioned following me into my room. I whipped around towards her, catching her slightly off guard as I pointed a finger at her angrily.

“You let me embarrass myself. You let me get my heart broken.”

“Alex, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She defended as I glared at her

“So, you didn’t know that Tati didn’t feel the same way about me last year?” her face dropped as she adopted a guilty expression.

“Alex…” she said softly as I shook my head.

“No. Don’t. Whatever you’re going to say…I don’t want to hear it.”

“Please listen to me.” She said coming closer to me as I shook my head. “Let me explain.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I questioned deciding I wanted to know why.

“I didn’t know how to tell you and-”

“You encouraged me to go after her!” I exploded a little as she jumped slightly. “You knew and you still encouraged it.”

“No, I never would have done something like that. I found out after that conversation we had. I tried to figure out how to tell you, but it never seemed like the right time. I didn’t want to hurt you and I felt like maybe it would be better coming from Tati than from me. I wasn’t expecting Tati to just never tell you.”

“I trusted you.” I said, feeling tears coming to my eyes.

“I know.” She seemed hesitant to come near me before reaching out and resting her hand on my arm. “Alex, I am so sorry.”

“I need space.” I said abruptly, pulling away from her. She gave me a pleading look as I turned my back to her. “Please leave.”

“Okay.” She said with a sad tone. “I’ll go.”

“Thank you.” I responded, not turning back towards her.

“I love you.” She said as she opened the door. Her movements halted as she waited for me to respond.

“Yeah you too.” I mumbled as she sighed before closing the door.

The next couple days I avoided her at all costs. She had started working at the shop again, so I was avoiding it at all costs. Our fight had definitely divided our group as Blake stayed with (Y/N) and Katie stayed with me. I knew eventually I would need to speak to her, but I was having a hard time wrapping my head around the whole thing.

There was one day that I knew (Y/N) would be in class so I decided to grab some coffee for myself. I entered the shop and walked up to the counter. I grimaced a little when I saw Tati walk towards me. She gave me a small smile before asking for my order. I sat down and waited before the cup was placed down in front of me. I looked up when Tati sat across from me.

“Hey.” She said as I stared at her.

“Hi.” I mumbled earning an amused smile from the barista.

“I heard all about your big fight with (Y/N)” she said as I scowled at the older girl.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I responded as she nodded her head.

“That’s too bad.” She gave me a giant smile. “I want to.”

“Tati…”

“Alex.” She gave me a look that immediately shut me up. “I know why you’re angry, but I think you are being a little harsh on her.”

“You don’t get to criticize me for this.” I responded as she nodded her head. “She let me make a fool of myself with you. So, did you…you both let me walk around looking like an idiot.”

“Do you know how many times (Y/N) yelled at me for what happened? How many times she scolded me for not telling you? She was so angry at me for what happened that she basically stopped being my friend for a few weeks.”

“You broke my heart Tati…” I said as she looked down with guilt

“I know and I am sorry for that, but (Y/N) mended it.” She said as I deflated at her statement. “(Y/N) stayed by your side through everything. She was going through something too you know…but she put her own problems aside to help you deal with yours. You guys saved each other.”

I sat there saying nothing before she stood up and made her way back towards the counter. I wasn’t sure how long I was sitting there processing her statement until (Y/N) came into the shop. I looked up at her as she gave me a panicked look. She seemed hesitant to come anywhere near me as I motioned for her to sit.

“Hey…” she said softly as I sat there staring at her. The nervousness was coming off her in waves as she waited for me to say something.

“Hi.”

“How are you?”

“I’m angry at you.” She pouted a little at my statement before nodding her head.

“I know.”

“You should have told me.” I said as she looked down for a moment.

“I wanted Tati to tell you. It felt like it would have been better if she had told you. I wasn’t expecting her to let it go on for so long, but you’re right I should have told you. I am so sorry Alex.”

“I love you (Y/N), but I need to know that you’re going to be honest with me even when it’s difficult.”

“I will be. Alex, I would never try to intentionally keep something from you.” She said as I stared at her.

“Do you promise?” she nodded her head as I sighed. I leaned forward a little bringing my hand down to intertwine our fingers. “I did miss you by the way.”

“I missed you too.” She said, giving me the softest smile.

“As adorable as this is, and I am happy for you guys making up…I need (Y/N) to get to work.” I turned and gave Tati a glare as the barista just grinned at me. (Y/N) stood up and leaned down to kiss my cheek. I caught her shirt before she could fully pull away and pulled her back in to give her a firm kiss on the lips.

“I love you.” I mumbled as she smiled.

“I love you too.” She pulled away and went to get to work. I looked down at my backpack and decided to do work while I waited for (Y/N) to be done with her shift.

The next couple weeks were really nice as we all fell back into our usual routines. Blake and Katie seemed overjoyed to know we were back on good terms with each other. (Y/N) was being extra sweet to me to make up for what had happened. I loved the attention she was giving me, but I tried to make sure she knew that I wasn’t going to hold it against her forever.

“What are you guys living plans for next year?” Katie asked as I looked up from doing my homework.

Katie, Blake and I were sitting in the coffee shop doing homework while (Y/N) was working. I glanced over at (Y/N) who was making a drink before looking back at Katie.

“I don’t know.” Blake said crinkling her nose at a question on her homework. “Probably live in the dorms.”

“Would anyone be interested in getting an apartment?” Katie questioned as I looked at her. Blake looked up with a thoughtful expression. “It’s just we all spend time with each other anyway and are constantly sleeping in each other’s rooms.”

“That’s mostly because Alex and (Y/N) don’t know how to stay away from each other for longer than a night.” Blake joked as I scowled at her.

“We do know. We just prefer not to.” She rolled her eyes as I turned to Katie. “I would live in an apartment. I think (Y/N) would too.”

“I was thinking we could get a three bedroom for all of us and it would be nice.” Katie said as I furrowed my brows at her.

“Why would we get a three-bedroom apartment?”

“Well, wouldn’t you and (Y/N) want to be in the same room?” I turned towards Blake before shaking my head.

“No, we would want our own space.” I said as they both gave me confused looks.

“You guys don’t like being away from each other at all…”

“We would want our own space.” I remained firm as they both shook their heads.

“I’m exhausted.” (Y/N) complained sitting next to me and dropping her head down on the table. I rubbed her back a little bit as she groaned.

“Hey, would you want to live in an apartment with us?” Katie asked as (Y/N) looked up and around the table.

“Like, all of you?” I chuckled at the confused expression that passed over her face.

“Yes, all of us you dick…” Blake said as I grinned.

“Why not?” she said shrugging her shoulders. I smiled leaning down and kissing her cheek.

“So, should we get a three bedroom or a four bedroom?” Katie asked while giving me a look that said, ‘shut up’

“Why would we get a three bedroom?” (Y/N) asked, leaning up and stretching her back.

“Well, don’t you and Alex want to sleep together?” Blake questioned as (Y/N) looked to me and then back at them.

“I mean…yeah, but we need our own space.” I nodded my head with a grin as Katie and Blake both shook their heads.

“I hate both of you.” Katie mumbled before (Y/N) stood up to get back to work.

Over the next few weeks, we collectively spent our time looking for places to live that were close to campus. It was mainly about finding a place that we could all afford that had everything we were looking for.

“Okay, but what about this place?” Katie asked, turning her computer screen. I turned to look at the outline of the place. 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a kitchen, laundry room, and a balcony.

“How much is it?” I questioned as she pulled up the screen.

“Well, according to this, we would all have to pay our own rents which would be about $550 each.”

“That’s not too bad.” I said as she nodded her head.

“I’ll print the information so that we can share it with dumb and dumber.” I let out a laugh before turning to scold the girl for the insults.

“That’s not funny. They are both so smart.”

“No, they are idiots together, but smart on their own.” She said, shaking her head as I bit my laugh to contain my smile. She grabbed the information off the printer before going across the hall to see what the other two thought.

A few minutes later, (Y/N) came into my room giving me a smile as she came closer to me. I happily accepted the kiss she gave me as she climbed into my bed and laid down while I was doing my homework.

“Shouldn’t you be doing homework?” I questioned as she let out a groan.

“Cuddling with you sounds like much more fun.”

“Not as productive though.” I stated earning a pout from her. “Did you see the information about the apartment?”

“I did. It looks great.” She commented, closing her eyes. I gently nudged her to get her to stay awake.

“I think so too.” I smiled as she nodded her head.

“Yeah, so did the other two. Katie is already on the phone with them to see about getting a tour.”

“When exactly are we supposed to go do that?” she shrugged her shoulders as I turned my attention back towards my homework. It wasn’t long before I heard the soft snores coming from my girlfriend. It gave me a chance to observe her as she laid there in a relaxed state. She really was the cutest.

We were in fact able to get a tour of the apartment which went amazingly. We had to see the apartment without (Y/N) due to her being in camp, but she said she trusted our opinions and my “impossibly high standards” whatever that means. We got to sign a lease that would have us staying there for at least the next year once (Y/N) returned. Though, we wouldn’t be allowed to move in until mid-July.

“Katie and I are going to take one half of the apartment and you and (Y/N) will have the other half because there is no way that I will let my room be next to either of yours.” Blake said as I stared at her with an amused smile.

“We aren’t that bad.” I stated as she gave me a wide-eyed look.

“You have no idea how bad you really are.” She said as I grinned at her. “I’m going to get a drink. Do you want anything?”

“Just some water.” I responded as I watched her approach the counter.

“What can I get you?” (Y/N) asked as Blake gave her a mischievous grin.

“Water for your girlfriend.” She said as (Y/N) nodded her head. “I will get a half caramel macchiato and half hazelnut latte.”

“What?” she gave Blake a confused look. “Like, in the same drink?”

“Yep!” The look on (Y/N)’s face was comical as the barista stared at her friend with a deep frown.

“Why don’t you just get a caramel macchiato with hazelnut syrup?”

“Nope. I told you what I want.” Blake responded as the defender’s frown deepened.

“That will be $4.35” she responded as Blake smiled at her. Blake came back and sat down as I shook my head at her.  

“That was mean.” I gave her a look as she laughed.

“Okay, but like watch…” I turned my head to see the confusion on (Y/N)’s face as she stared at the cups and ingredients with frustration. It was about ten minutes later when my girlfriend brought us our drinks.

“This is actually really good.” Blake said, offering me a drink.

“It’s delicious.” I said smiling at (Y/N). “Good job baby.”

“Thanks.” She responded with a proud smile. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“No, I think we are good.” She smiled before turning to go back behind the counter. I watched as she continued working for a few minutes before turning towards Blake.

“…and you say you aren’t that bad…”

“Anyways, how are things going with your quest to be famous?” I asked as she shook her head.

“It’s not a quest to be famous. It’s a quest to make music, if we become famous then so be it.” She responded as I nodded my head. “It’s going well though…I bought some equipment that we can use to make some music.”

“That’s great!”

“Yeah, and with all the time you and (Y/N) spend together…there is plenty of time for Katie and I to practice.”

“Oh my god. Does everything have to come back to that?” I questioned as the other girl grinned at me.

“Not necessarily, but your reaction is always funny.”

I rolled my eyes before continuing to do my work. By the end of (Y/N)’s shift, I could see the exhaustion as we made our way back to our rooms. We both got ready for bed before she climbed into bed with me.

“Just think about it this way…finals are almost here which means the end of the semester is almost here.”

“That is not what I want to be thinking about right now.” (Y/N) groaned as I smiled at her. I leaned over and gave her a kiss as she snuggled closer to me.

“It will fly by.”

“I hope so.”

Once the week of finals came along, I was disappointed upon realizing that Katie, Blake, and (Y/N) would finish their finals before I did.

“There’s parties going on like everyday to celebrate the end of the semester.” Katie said with a giant smile as I bit my lip to hide the amusement.

“Doesn’t mean we have to go to all of them.” Blake argued as (Y/N) nodded her head in agreement.

“Also, Alex isn’t done with her finals.” (Y/N) pointed out as I looked up from my spot.

“Don’t use me as an excuse to be antisocial.” I responded, earning a pout from the other girl.

“I don’t want to go anywhere that you’re not.” I bit my lip as I heard Blake scoff.

“That’s gross.” Katie responded, turning her attention to Blake. “Don’t be such a buzzkill. Let’s go out.”

“I’ll only go if (Y/N) goes.” Blake said as (Y/N) frowned.

“I don’t like that.” She pouted as I grinned at her.

“Go…you’ll have fun.” I said as she looked at me before sighing.

“Fine. I’ll go.”

“Yay!”

It was later that night when the trio departed…though it was Katie enthusiastically encouraging the two who were dragging their feet. I continued studying for my test the following day. I would have loved to have gone out with them, but I was extremely close to 90% and wanted to do well.

I glanced at the clock which read 2:43 am when I heard noise in the hallway. I got up and peeked out the door. I almost burst out laughing when I saw Katie shoving (Y/N) down the hallway while trying to hold up a half-conscious Blake.

“Here this belongs to you.” Katie said shoving (Y/N) towards me. The defender immediately opened her arms and hugged me.

“Someone had a lot to drink.” I was met with a lopsided smile from the girl who leaned in to give me a kiss.

“Jesus…why are you so heavy?” Katie groaned as she tried to get Blake and (Y/N)’s door open while also holding up Blake.

“Thank you, Katie.” I said as I pulled (Y/N) into the room with me before shutting the door.

“I missed you.” The defender slurred out giving me a giant smile.

“I missed you too.” I responded as she maintained her grin. “Now, let’s get you to bed.”

I spent the next few moments grabbing some clothes for her as she stood there watching me closely. Eventually, her eyes seemed to wander around the room as she started to hum to herself.

“…and I’ve heard of a love that comes in a lifetime…and I’m pretty sure that you are that love of mine…”

I walked over to her to get her to come sit so I could help her change, but instead she grabbed my hands and started swaying us while singing quite loudly.

“…cause I’m in a field of dandelions wishing on every one that you’ll be mine…miiiiine and I see forever in your eyes…” I bit my lip in amusement as she continued singing the song while attempting to get me to dance with her.

“I need to get you into bed.” I said tugging on her to get her to sit. She wouldn’t move opting to just continue singing so I walked her back so that she was sitting on Katie’s bed.

“…I think that you are the one for me…cause it gets so hard to breathe…when you’re looking at me….”

I was unable to get her to change as she laid herself back, but never letting go of me. I just stood next to the bed smiling down at her as she tried to fight the sleep that was very clearly about to happen.

“…I’ve never felt so alive and free…when you’re looking at me…I’ve never felt so happy…”

That seemed to be the end as she was out cold after that. I smiled softly at her making sure she was comfortable before leaning down to kiss her forehead. I returned to my bed clearing it off and making sure all my stuff was put away. I climbed into bed before drifting to sleep.

The next day I had to be out of the room early to go take my test, but I made sure that there was medicine for the impending headache that was most likely to come for (Y/N). I felt slightly annoyed due to the fact that I had the song from the night before stuck in my head. I don’t think I have heard that one before, but (Y/N) seemed like she knew the lyrics pretty well.

Once I was done with my test, I returned to the room to find it empty. I went across the hall and found Blake, Katie, and (Y/N) laying around it. Each one of them looked like they were in pretty bad condition.

“…I told you this would happen, but did you want to listen to me? Noooo, because what do I know?” Blake ranted as Katie and (Y/N) both rolled their eyes.

“You didn’t seem too bothered when that girl was all over you…” Katie said as Blake blushed bright red.

“You all look like shit.” I commented as they all frowned in return.

“That’s rude.” (Y/N) said before pouting at me. I rolled my eyes but made my way to the defender who had opened her arms for me. I climbed into the bed resting my head on her shoulder as she wrapped me into a hug. “How was your final?”

“It was good.” I said feeling all tension leave my body as she ran her hand up and down my back. “How is your hangover?”

“Horrible. I’m never drinking again.”

“Liar.” Blake commented from across the room.

“Fuck off.” (Y/N) responded without missing a beat.

“We had a good time. You have to admit that.” Katie said as Blake scowled.

“My head doesn’t agree.”

“I’m kind of sad I missed it.” I said as (Y/N) pouted even more at me. “I’m glad you had fun though.”

The rest of the day was spent lounging around as the other three didn’t seem eager to move at all. Eventually, it was decided that we would go out to dinner to celebrate the end of the semester. Once I was finished getting ready, I had to wait for both Katie and (Y/N) to finish. I sat at the desk in Blake and (Y/N)’s room while I waited.

“I’m in a field of dandelions wishing on everyone that you’ll be mine…” I sang softly as the song continued to play over and over in my head.

“What did you just say?” I looked up at Blake who had a shocked look on my face.

“I didn’t say anything.” I responded with confusion.

“You were singing…where did you hear that song?” she questioned as I furrowed my brows at her.

“(Y/N) was singing it to me last night when she was drunk.”

“She sang it to you?”

“Yes…why?” Blake had a look of disbelief on her face as I waited for her to respond.

“You do know that she wrote that song, right?”

“She wrote it?” I asked, feeling shock and awe wash over me.

“Yeah…it’s in her songbook. Though, if she asks, I didn’t tell you she has a songbook.”

“I didn’t know that she wrote songs.” I admitted as the other girl nodded her head.

“Yeah, she’s really good at it. I think she finds it easier to put her feelings into songs than into words.”

I sat there for a few minutes thinking about the new information I had received. If she finds it easier to put her feelings into songs, and she sang that song to me. Does that mean that she feels that way about me? My heart swelled a little at the thought that those words are what she feels for me…

Not long after my conversation with Blake, we departed to the restaurant. After dinner, we made our way back to the dorms as Blake and Katie decided they were going to have a practice session for their music.

“That was a beautiful song you sang to me by the way…” I said as (Y/N) laid next to me. She picked her head up giving me a confused look.

“What song?”

“The song you sang me last night…” Her eyes widened a little as I laughed.

“I sang you a song?”

“Yep…a song about dandelions…”

“Oh my god…” she mumbled, running her hands over her face. “I am mortified.”

“Don’t be…it was cute.” I responded removing the girls hands from her face. “Plus, Blake told you wrote the song.”

“She did?”

“She did.”

“Oh my god…”

“Stop…it’s fine.” I said as she frowned. “Did you not want me to hear it?”

“It’s not that…I just don’t show my music to everyone. It’s personal.”

“Well, I thought it was beautiful.” I said leaning over to give her a kiss. She frowned but accepted the kiss anyway.

The next couple weeks were much more relaxed now that we were on break. We got to spend more time with our families. I tried to hide my disappointment when (Y/N) was called away for national team camp. I was proud of her, but still disappointed because I would love to be called up.

She had to go to Ontario to play against Canada. They easily took home a victory with a 4-0 score. (Y/N) got subbed in during the game and I know she was ecstatic to get playing time. Once she returned, I made her tell me everything about the camp.

As we got closer to the move-in date for our apartment, I started to feel my stress grow. There was a lot to do and with (Y/N) being called away to camp at the same time that we would be moving in…my stress was at an all time high. I knew it wasn’t her fault, but I still couldn’t help but feel bothered.

“This is going so well.” Katie said as she stood in our kitchen organizing things with Blake. They were putting stuff away while I sat at the counter.

“Stop pouting.” Blake said as I glared at her.

“I’m not pouting.” I responded as she shook her head.

“Yes, you are.” Katie said as I rolled my eyes at them. “Look, this is a happy time. We have our place. We get to stay here and do whatever we want.”

“I know…I guess I just feel like it’s not complete yet.”

“(Y/N) will be back soon.” Blake said, giving me a soft smile. “Then, our little family will be complete.”

“I’m so sorry.” Katie said freezing in her spot. “Did you just admit to us being a family?”

“I already regret it.” The other girl said with a heavy sigh.

“Oh no you can’t take it back…” I said as she rolled her eyes.

“Is it too late to cancel my lease?”

“Yes, it is.” Katie said, giving Blake a giant smile.

It was a few days later when (Y/N) finally returned to me. She was moving her stuff into her room when I spotted her.

“(Y/N)!” she turned towards me with a giant smile as I launched myself at her. She easily caught me grinning as I wrapped my legs around her waist and kissed her. “I. missed. You.”

“I missed you too.” She said, giving me a soft smile. I gave her another kiss before I heard someone clear their throat. She immediately set me on the ground as (Y/N)’s mother smiled at me.

“Hi Ms. Torres, How are you?” I said trying to ignore the fact that I was blushing so hard. (Y/N) chuckled slightly before moving to grab another box.

“Hello Alex. I’m well.” She responded by giving me a hug. “Also, how many times do I have to tell you? Call me Maria.”

“Right…Maria.” I said as (Y/N) tried to hide her amusement. I glared at her as she walked over leaning to kiss my forehead.

“I think that’s everything mom.” She said turning towards her mother who smiled warmly at her daughter.

“Okay…then I suppose I should be on my way.” She responded as (Y/N) moved to walk her out.

“It really was good seeing you Alex.” Maria said as I smiled.

“You too Ms.-I mean Maria.” I said as she smiled before giving me a hug. It was a few minutes before (Y/N) returned to the apartment.

“That was a great greeting by the way.”

“I hate you.” I responded walking up to her and pulling her in for a kiss.

“I love you too.”

I smiled as she leaned in to peck my lips a few times. We were interrupted by the door opening. I groaned a little earning a small laugh from (Y/N).

“(Y/N)?” Blake stopped and stared at her best friend with shock. “I didn’t know you would be back today.”

“Surprise?” she said as Blake came over and wrapped the defender in a hug.

“I missed you.”

“That’s cute.” The defender responded as the other girl immediately let go of her.

“Yeah, I didn’t miss that.” Blake responded, turning to walk away from her. She didn’t make it far as (Y/N) reached out and yanked her by the back of the shirt pulling her in for another hug.

“I missed you too.”

“I wouldn’t say I missed you more so I missed that you know how to cook, and you can cook for all of us.”

“I knew you were using me.” She said walking over and hugging Katie.

“I use everyone. Keep up.” She said patting (Y/N)’s back. The defender let out a laugh before moving away from her.

The next few days went by in a flash as we all got used to living together. I had my worries prior to moving in about whether we would all be comfortable, but it seemed to go so well as we got to be together spending our time together.

“Where’d you go?” I looked over at (Y/N) who was giving me an odd look.

“What?”

“You like zoned out.” She responded as I frowned.

“How does it feel?” I questioned as she gave me an offended look. “You do it all the time.”

“I do not.” She defended as I nodded my head.

“Yes, you do. Blake is my witness.”

“…and here I was about to ask you to go to dinner with me…” she said as I pouted at her.

“No, wait…ask me.” I said, grabbing onto her as she shook her head.

“I don’t think I should now.”

“Please….” I exaggerated my pout as she rolled her eyes.

“ugh, fine. Alex Morgan, will you go to dinner with me?”

“I would love to.” I grinned leaning over and giving her a kiss as she rolled her eyes.

“It’s a date. Make sure to dress nice.” She said as I grinned. I got up and immediately went to go start getting ready.

Once we were ready to go, we departed and made our way to the restaurant. It was a place called, “The Henry”. I tried to hide the shock on my face at how expensive the food was on the menu, but (Y/N) didn’t seem so worried.

“We are splitting the check.” I said as she looked up at me.

“No.”

“Yes, (Y/N) this is way too expensive.” I said as she shook her head.

“No, seriously…it’s fine.” I frowned before looking back down at the menu.

“Hey, do you-” I looked up at (Y/N) noticing the deer in headlights look on her face as the color seemed to drain.

“(Y/N)?”

I turned to see what her eyes were planted on as I saw a man and woman sitting down together. The man was smiling sweetly at the woman before looking around the restaurant. His eyes stopped on (Y/N) before his face hardened. He said something to the woman sitting at the table before standing up and making his way over. I turned towards (Y/N) who seemed to shrink in her seat as he got closer.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” he questioned, glaring at her as my girlfriend straightened up a little bit.

“That’s none of your business.” She responded though I could see from her hands that she was shaking a little. Instinctively, I reached across the table to take her hand in mine. She shot me a small smile before I glanced at the man. He was looking at our hands before turning an intense glare towards (Y/N).

“You should be ashamed of yourself. The audacity to do this in public. This unnatural behavior is a disgrace and it is people like you that are contributing to the downfall of this great country…” I tuned out his rant as my eyes immediately went to (Y/N) who was just looking down.

“Excuse me?” I cut him off as he stopped and glared at me. (Y/N) looked up, giving me a frantic look. “I think you are way out of line, and I am going to ask you to take your bigotry and leave us alone so we can get back to enjoying our dinner.”

“I don’t know who you think you are, but I am not done having a conversation with my daughter.”

“Then, I think it’s best we leave.” (Y/N) responded, giving me a pleading look as I immediately grabbed my things. We both stood up and tried to move passed him but were stopped when he reached out and grabbed (Y/N)’s arm. She yanked it away glaring at him. “Do. Not. Touch. Me.”

“You’ll regret this.” He said through gritted teeth as she stared at him.

“I’m sure I will.” She said turning and grabbing my hand pulling me towards the exit.

The ride back to the apartment was quiet. I wasn’t sure what to say as she seemed lost in her own thoughts. When we got back to the apartment, she immediately beelined it for her bedroom as I followed her silently.

I watched her from the doorway as she stood in the middle of her room quiet before she started to pace. She started rubbing her chest as her face screwed up into a mix of anger and pain. I could hear her breathing become shallower as tears started running down her face.

I moved closer to her immediately hugging her from behind and pulling her towards her bed. She immediately collapsed into me as I pulled her face into my hands.

“Hey, look at me…” she looked at me with bloodshot eyes as I ran my thumb softly over her face. “Concentrate on your breathing. Stay here with me okay…”

She nodded her head as she tried to gain control over her breathing. It took a few minutes of encouraging words and trying to get her to match my own breathing before she started to calm down a little.

“That’s it. I am so proud of you.” I said softly, pulling her closer and kissing her forehead. I wrapped my arms around her as she rested her head on my shoulder. I kissed the back of her head as she buried her head into my arm.

“It hurts…” she mumbled as I nodded my head.

“I know, but I got you okay…no one can hurt you. I won’t let them.” I responded as she whimpered a little.

We sat like that for another few minutes before I felt her become heavier. I recognized that she had gone to sleep as I gently tried to lay her on her bed. Her grip on me tightened a little as I accepted that I probably wouldn’t be getting away from her anytime soon. Not that I wanted to.

I’m not sure how much time passed before she started to stir awake. I waited patiently as she came to before she stared at me. Her face was blank as I waited for her to move.

“Hi.” I said softly as she stared at me.

“Hi…”

“How are you feeling?” I asked as she looked around the room for a moment.

“Like shit…”

“I can imagine…”

“Do we have to talk about it?” I stared at her for a moment before I sighed.

“No, but I think you will feel better if you do…” she was silent for a moment and I almost thought we wouldn’t hear anything before she spoke.

“I hate him…” she looked down as I waited for her to continue. “He makes me feel so small and he abandoned my mom…but somehow I still let him make me feel this way.”

“He’s your dad.” I said as she looked at me with tears in her eyes. “You can’t just turn that off.”

“I don’t want him to have that power over me.”

“I know, but we can’t help it…but I am telling you that he is wrong about you. You are the most extraordinary person I have ever met, and I am thankful everyday that I get to be a part of your life.”

“Really?”

“Yeah…you are so loved. I love you. Your mom loves you. Blake loves you. There are so many people who love you and want the best for you. You are the brightest light in all of our lives, and I can promise you my life would be absolutely horrible if you weren’t in it.”

“I love you too.” She said as I gave her a small encouraging smile. “I’m sorry our date got ruined.”

“It’s okay. How about we order some pizza and just find something to watch on tv?” she nodded her head as I smiled at her. I leaned in and kissed her forehead before standing up and going to order our pizza.

We spent the rest of the night in bed with each other. I did my absolute best to remind (Y/N) how perfect she was and how absolutely grateful we all are to have her in our lives. I knew that it wasn’t going to be easy for her to get over what happened, and that all I could do was just be there for her and try to offer her support. I had no doubt it was going to be a long and hard road, but I would do whatever I needed to help her.

To be continued...

[ranposlittle]

darling,I don’t want to be kinda annoying,but I just love him👉🏻👈🏻could you please do a nsfw scenario with mori where he punishes his gf for misbehaving (please include spanking omg)love you!!

!! NSFW !!

Warnings: Spanking, Orgasm denial

A/N: No no~ you’re never annoying! (⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝) keep sending in any requests you have, it keeps me busy in this quarantine. Also, I hope you don’t mind that this is a Fem!Reader. It’s just for convenience. This one is based on this song and I hope you enjoy this! Thank youuu! ♥️ ((Sorry again for the delayyy))

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You’ve figured it out. No matter how funny it may sound, Mori likes brats. He has expressed many times how much he loves you as his partner, however, you cannot swallow down your bitter jealousy anymore when he’s clearly spending every day paying more attention to his personified ability, Elise, than to you. He would coax her and please her, making her try all the dresses he just bought for her, and only calling you when he needs a warm bed. You cannot tolerate it anymore.

You wanted to be as good as possible to him but apparently, that’s not his type. So you thought, you’ll play the game he wants and he’ll bend over backwards for you too in no time. It’ll be fine, you thought, you’ll just misbehave a little, tell bits of lies here and there, you’ll just be bad enough that Mori will chase after you, like he does with Elise.

However, it’s been a week of your antics now and you’re thoroughly enjoying yourself. You’ve spent your days jumping up and down the bed with the radio on full blast while you sing along at the top of your lungs even if you’re well aware that Mori has company, leaving your bed messy and your clothes all over the floor, getting out of the bathroom while soaking wet despite the new luxurious carpet he just ordered; you behaved with no inhibitions, even telling Mori to get lost when he tells you off. Frankly, you didn’t thought that you’d actually like this, thinking to yourself that maybe you’ll just be like this every day from now on.

Tonight, Mori and his executives are meeting some important people for lunch in a high-end restaurant and he wanted you to come along. He insisted to dress you up, for the first time in a long time, because he bought a new dress for you. You let him, smirking to yourself as you enjoy the fruits of your labor.

“Princess,” Mori called and you rolled your eyes with that weird nickname he gave you, “I want you to behave properly today, okay?”

You puffed your cheeks, mumbling to yourself how he didn’t have to tell you what to do. You feigned obedience, telling him that you won’t do anything ridiculous before sticking your tongue out at him once he turned his back. And here you are now, in the middle of lunch, bored out of your mind as you play with the indistinguishable mush on your plate.

“Please don’t play with your food, princess,” Mori asked humbly.

“But it looks so disgusting! Do you really expect me to eat this trash?” Your fork clanged as you threw it on your plate and the people around the table started to whisper. Mori looked around and gave them an apologetic smile.

“C'mon, princess. This is not the time for your games,” Mori leaned closer and held one of your shoulders.

“This is boring! I want to go home, now!” You gave Mori a deadly glare and your stare didn’t falter even if his eyes narrowed and his jaws clenched.

“You’re making a fool out of me. Behave,” he lowered his voice into almost a whisper, “or I’ll punish you.”

Your venomous stares lingered on for a few seconds as Mori waits for an answer from you, his sharp eyes silently demanding immediate obedience.

“No,” you retorted in his face, “I won’t.”

Mori studied you for a few seconds before standing up. He addressed the people on the table, saying that he’ll have to delegate down the authority for all of today’s businesses to one of his executives as his partner is ill and must be taken home promptly. He bid them a formal goodbye and practically dragged you out of the restaurant by your arm before you can even fight back. He pushed you inside the car waiting outside before getting in himself, ordering the chauffeur to drive back home as fast as he can.

Once back home, he hauled you inside the bedroom, ignoring your protests, and threw you on the bed. He slumped on the chair across the room and drew a heavy sigh. You can clearly see how worked up he is as he pushed back a chunk of hair that fell on his face from the commotion.

“You’ve been acting like a total brat lately, haven’t you?” Mori exhaled, his dark eyes being illuminated by the noon sun. You reciprocated with a proud look on your face to show that you’re not intimidated, not in the slightest.

“Come here,” he commanded. You didn’t move an inch from where you are and continue to have a staring contest with Mori. His eyes grew even darker as he deliver a threat, “I won’t ask you again.”

You flinched for some reason, but you deny that it’s because of fear. You slowly stood up from the bed and made your way to him. You stopped a foot away from him and he pulled you by the wrists, spun you around and swiftly sliding off his crimson scarf from his neck to tie your hands together behind you.

“W-what are you doing? Have you gone crazy?” You struggle from the fabric but it’s already been tightly secured.

“No, but you clearly have,” Mori then grabbed you by your restraints and bend you over his lap, your belly pressing hard against his thighs.

“You were crazy enough to disrespect me and think I’ll just keep letting it slide just because I was busy these past few days,” he flicked your dress upwards, exposing your bum and nearly ripped your panties off. “No, you deserve to be punished.”

He held you firmly in place by the knot on your wrists and just watched you as you flail on your position, screaming curses at him. Anger swell up inside of you until it bursted out of your mouth without a thought.

“I hate you! I HATE YOU!”

Mori raised his hand and—SMACK!—your screamed echoed throughout the whole room accompanied by the ringing of the slap that landed harshly on your rear. The sting danced around your skin as tears prickled at the corner of your eyes. You shot an aggressive look back at Mori who’s gazing at you as well with a devilish smile on his face.

“Aw, did that hurt, brat?” Mori teased as he smoothed his palm on your reddened ass, tickling the sensitive skin.

Before you can even talk back, he landed another powerful spank and your body rocked forward with the impact. You pressed your lips together to muffle another cry but when Mori delivered another smack that landed a little lower, the vibrations reaching your pussy, you mewled loudly and whined at the unwanted twitching of your pussy. You can’t possibly be aroused with this.

“You’re secretly enjoying this, aren’t you?” Mori stated, rubbing his palm on your ass once again, groping them at times. “You want me to remind you who you belong to and who’s in charge here. You challenged me until I had no choice but to punish you, is that right?”

Your mind raced. This isn’t exactly what you expected to happen but you did want to have his attention and now you got it, does that make him right?

“You know I’m right,” he said as if reading your mind. “But don’t worry. It’ll be my absolute pleasure to remind you. I think I already gave you three spanks now but we both know that’s not enough. Why don’t you be a doll and count the next spanks I’ll give you, hmm?”

Before you can think of any snark comeback, you shrieked as a sharp slap hit you once more and you’re not quite sure if it was a sweat or a tear that ran down your face just now.

“I didn’t hear a count, let’s try that again,” Mori gave you another in a flash and your whole body quaked from the shock. You didn’t thought that Mori’s spanks can be anymore powerful but it just did.

“AH! F-our…” You cried out. Your mind seemingly came up with the quick decision that the best course of action right now is just to cooperate.

“There you go,” Mori praised in a singsong voice. “Now count louder this time.”

“Five!” You shouted as soon as you felt the whack on your butt, the growing neediness in your core making itself more present and your legs rubbed together unconsciously.

“Looks like a brat is getting excited,” Mori remarked before getting into position for the next blow.

“Six!” You strained out after a whimper. The hit landed once again near your pussy, sending shivers up your spine.

“Seven– ha– ah– eight! Ahn! N-ni-ne!” You stuttered as Mori spanked you in a quick succession, the burning sting in your ass topping over the other.

“G-God! Ten!” You groaned. Mori’s palm slammed into your ass one last time, your whole body vibrated from his bruising force. His hits almost sounded like a whip and you can still hear its ringing in your ears.

You hanged your head limply as you feel the throbbing ache in your muscles. Whimpering every now and then whenever the prickling sensation crawling on your skin get stronger.

“You took them all like a champion. That’s impressive,” Mori said with a pleased smile. “But that’s just half of your punishment. We both know that a good little brat like you deserves so much more.”

Mori manhandled you like a sack of potatoes to have you sit on his lap. Your sore ass pressed on his leg and you yelped from the pain. Mori grabbed the sides of your face, making you look directly at his eyes. His gaze locked in yours, and you can’t look away as his other hand slithered in between your legs and a finger ran down your slit.

“No,” you moaned, not wanting Mori to see how your overly sensitive and wet pussy quiver with the slightest touch. “Not there.”

“Not here? But I own this, remember? I can use it however I want,” Mori growled in your ear.

The fabric around your wrists tightened as you ball your fists, trying not to crumble completely as Mori started to slowly draw circles on your clit. Your legs immediately shaking from the pleasure.

“Tell me, brat, who do you belong to?” Mori purred in your ear. “Look me in the eyes and tell me.”

You gasped as the motion of his fingers raced, your nerves seemingly being shook awake. You threw your head back and fixed your begging eyes on his hungry ones. He closely observed your flustered face, your lidded eyes, your sweaty cheeks, down to your parted lips as they move to whisper the answer he craved to hear.

“You, Mori-san,” you breathed out. “I belong to you.”

Mori’s lips pulled into a menacingly satisfied smile, plunging a slender finger inside your hole. You gasped and tensed on his lap, his finger quickly wriggling around your walls.

“That’s it,” Mori said in a quiet voice, his breath tickling your ears. “Say it again. Say it louder. Who owns this pretty little brat, hmm?”

“Mori-san!” You cried as another finger joined to wriggle inside you, stretching your opening. “I belong to Mori-san. This brat belongs to Mori-san.”

With tears in the rim of your eyes, you kept your focus on him, afraid that he’ll stop if you look somewhere else. Your whole body, seemingly being shot with pulses of electricity when Mori curl his fingers upwards, stiffened and you were made aware again of the ache in your ass every time you squirm. You cried out Mori’s name louder as pain and pleasure mixed in harmony, futher upping your bliss. You feel it coming. Your eyes rolling back as you render speechless, being able to only moan and cry Mori’s name as he finger-fucks you into ecstasy. He’s whispering soft assurances in your ear, letting you know how pleased he is with your submission to him, your stubbornness dissipating the moment he spanked you and how amazed he is that no matter how bratty you act, you’ll immediately surrender once he touch your pussy because all you really want is for him to fuck you. After all, you’re his dirty girl. Mori’s vulgar coaxing pushed you further into the edge and you plead for him to let you come.

“Aww, my brat wants to come, huh? Well,” his fingers halted, to your horror. “That’s just too bad.”

You panicked, just a little bit more and you’ll reach heaven, so you bucked your hips into his hand for more friction but without much success and to make things even worse, Mori just started to pull his fingers out and you can hear the squelch from your juices.

“Sorry, princess. That’s part of your punishment,” Mori said innocently. You whimper as your neediness for release became painful to bear. You wanted to cry right then and there, beg Mori to let you come even just once and you’ll be the bestest girl for him. Mori kissed your forehead and started to undo his scarf on your wrists.

“Mori-san, please,” you pleaded as your core continues to throb. Mori can see the pain in your eyes and he knows you’ll be willing to do almost anything right now for him to finish the job.

“Alright then, tell me,” he smiled at you warmly, a noticeable difference from his demeanor earlier. “Did you really mean it?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I belong to you, Mori-san. I’m your brat, okay? I surrender,” You said playfully putting your hands up in the air.

“No,” Mori chuckled and hugged your back, your eyes widened with his sudden affection. “I mean when you said that you hate me, do you mean it?”

Your eyes lowered, immediately feeling the guilt from the way you were treating him all this time. Maybe you’ve gone way out of line with that one. You love him, after all, and that still hasn’t changed.

“No,” you muttered. “I was just angry. I don’t really hate you.”

“And what did I do to anger my princess now, hmm?” Mori mused, feeling slightly better. You’re the last person he would ever want to hate him and he doesn’t want that day to ever come.

You debated with yourself whether to tell him but feeling Mori’s sincerity, you’ve decided it’ll be just fair, “I was jealous.”

“Jealous? Of what?”

You pouted, now feeling slightly embarrass with your reasons, “Elise.”

“Elise?” Mori adjusted you to face him, genuinely curious about your sentiment. “Why are you jealous of her? We’ve already talked about this, right? You’re different from her.”

“I know. I know. It’s just,” you retorted and averted your eyes. “You spend all your time with her every day and I thought that maybe, if I’ll just be like her then you’ll spend more time with me, too.”

Mori took a few seconds to fully grasp what you just said before laughing heartily. Your frown deepened. You just pour your heart out and here he is, laughing his ass off. You were about to tell him off when he suddenly cupped your face and kiss you. Your lips melted on each other as you wrap your arms around him.

“I’m sorry,” Mori expressed when he pulled back from your lips, “I should’ve known that you felt that way and I shouldn’t have allowed it. I should’ve made you feel special, because you are. And I shouldn’t make you forget it. I’m sorry, my princess.”

Your heart skipped. All of your anger and frustration evaporated from your chest with Mori’s sweet honesty. You cannot keep acting like you’re heartless when he’s this vulnerable. You buried your face on his chest, hiding the drop of tears running down your face. Mori stroked your hair and held you closely by his chest for a few minutes.

“Although, I kinda liked punishing you. You look so cute being bratty,” Mori cooed, squeezing you tighter.

He really knows how to ruin a mood. You pouted and pushed him back, “Well, you’re in luck because I’m not done messing with you just yet.”

Mori’s eyes glimmered in excitement, a smirk formed on his lips once again. “Then, I guess I have no choice but to fuck you into submission, huh?”

You both know this is just the beginning of your newfound game. As a matter of fact, you already have something planned. You’ve always wondered how Mori would feel if you scatter Legos all over the office for him to step on and you’re just thrilled to find out.

“I’d like to see you try,” You smirked back as Mori carried you to bed.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #355

“despite all my rage, i am still just a rat in a cage”

Have you ever shared a shower or bath with someone as an adult? No, only as a kid. What kind of pizza toppings do you like? Meats or jalapenos. When did you first take a shot of alcohol? Never, and I'm not interested. Did you babysit for money when you were in middle school? No. Who is your favorite band? How long have they been? Ozzy Osbourne, since middle school. Has the last person you kissed ever been to your house? My old house, yes. Not the one I currently live in. Have you ever been to a spa? Only because my friend at the time took me. When talking on the phone, do you place it against your left or right ear? My right. What’s your favourite Lunchables meal? The nachos one. Do you like Bob Marley? NO. Omg his voice is awful. Have you ever eaten at Golden Corral? Yeah. I'm not a big fan. Do you sit and eat dinner at the same table with your family? We only ever do that if my sister is over (she comes for dinner once a week). Are you listening to any music right now? If so, what are you listening to? Yeah, Violet Orlandi's cover of "Bullet With Butterfly Wings" by The Smashing Pumpkins. God she's so beautiful and talented and asdfjkaljddkfjlwkee FUCK I'm gay for her. Who was the last person to make you genuinely smile? Watching Mark. :') Is there something you want to say to someone but can’t/won’t? Yeah. Do you like men who have a sensitive side? Yes. Please be in touch with your emotions, for the love of God. Have you ever tried to get someone into a certain band/artist? Not persistently, no, but Mini is a case where me mentioning them enough got her to listen to them. Metallica, by the way. They're her favorite band because of mwah, haha. Have you ever carved you and someone else’s initials into a tree? It's possible, but I don't believe so. Do you like Dairy Queen? Love it. They're Oreo Cupfection thing is BOMB. Is there anyone you know with an amazing personal success story? Yes. I have a friend Shannen who first was a widely-recognized photographer in the state, and now she's a fashion designer (or something like that) up in New York. Is there a song in a different language that you can sing? A number of Rammstein songs. How do you feel about bands that use pyrotechnics in live concerts? So long they're well-made for safety reasons, I don't care much. They do seem a bit unnecessary, though; like just look at James Hetfield's accident that burned half his body because of standing in the wrong place. It seems easy to fuck up and get in a dangerous range. Ever fallen down a hole? No. Do you like bananas? Yeah. How long do you normally spend in the shower? Not even 10 minutes, usually. I've never understood how people can take such long showers. Have you ever been a featured member on any website? Yeah, on a Silent Hill fansite. Have you ever had any weird pets? Not by my standards. A ball python morph is as "weird" as it gets. Are you currently talking to/texting/instant messaging anyone? Nope. Have you ever experienced insomnia? Ugh, yes. I went through a horrible insomnia spell, and I still have an awful time trying to fall asleep. Do you like egg nog? Nooo. Would you ever wear Converse with a prom/formal dress? I'm not opposed to it, but realistically I'd probably wear something more traditionally suiting just because. Do you prefer hot chocolate with or without marshmallows? Without. How many different people of the opposite sex have you cried over? I've cried all the oceans over just one lol. Would you rather be a surgeon or mortician? Being a mortician actually doesn't sound awful, weird as it sounds. It sounds almost relaxing if I could just be alone with some music doing my job. Would rather be a musician or a painter? A painter. Would you rather write your own book or make your own movie? I'd love to write a book. At home, do you have a trampoline? No. When you are about to go to bed, do you put on some sort of noise? No. What is your favorite Christmas movie? Jim Carrey's How The Grinch Stole Christmas. And what about your favorite Christmas song? Probably "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year" or whatever it's called. "Carol of the Bells" too, of course. What is your ultimate favorite stocking stuffer? Haha, okay so it seems to be an unspoken rule that Mom always gets us Slim Jims for our stockings, and that's obviously the best considering my sisters and I loooove them yet still don't buy them much. You're making me ready for Christmas, lol. After Halloween, do you sort out all of your candy into little piles? I did as a kid, and then my sisters and I would trade what we preferred. When you listen to music with headphones, do you keep the volume low enough to hear surrounding noise faintly, or do you blast it? It's honestly pretty loud. What did you have for breakfast this morning? Cold pizza from dinner leftovers last night. What’s the largest animal you’ve ever had as a pet? Our late boxer mix, Cali. She was a big 'ole pup. Do you own any kind of helmet? No. Out of everything currently in your refrigerator, what food or drink is your favorite? Food: strawberries. Drink: Mountain Lightning. What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? Either when I skinned my knees so deep that pus was visible, or when I fainted onto my chin and got a short, but very deep cut. Do you like the taste of cough syrup? No. What is something you like to have conversations about? I like talking about deep stuff, like where we came from, our unique feelings and beliefs, conspiracy theories and cryptids, mysterious stuff like that, too. And don't forget animals. And Mark, haha. What all is in the trunk of your car? I don't have a car, and I don't remember what's in Mom's trunk, even though I helped bring in groceries just the other day. Do you ever put fruit on your cereal? Ew, no. Is your heat or air conditioning currently on? Our AC is currently on because it's too damn hot. The weather here has been so up and down, it's wild. Have you ever fallen off of a horse? No. Which do you value more, your appearance or your intelligence? Honestly? I'd be dumber than I already am if it meant being happy with how I look, because my appearance now is a key factor to my depression. When was the last time you drove something other than a car or truck? Oh jeez... I have no idea. I don't think since I've driven a golf cart at someone's b-day party as a kid. Were your grandparents present when you were born? No. If you drink/smoke, how often do you do these things? I don't smoke, and I only have a drink or two very rarely, usually just on special occasions. What do you think of fast food? I like it way more than I wish I did. What website do you spend the most time on and why? YouTube, because I'm always listening to and/or watching something. What’s the most amount of time you’ve spent online? Is this usual for you? In one non-stop setting, I don't want to know. I pretty much only exist on the computer. When it comes to travel, what kinds of places intrigue you most? Mountainous, loads of nature, cooler/cold, mysterious locations... stuff like that. Do you think humans colonizing Mars is a good idea? Would you go, if you could? If we learn from our goddamn mistakes and not fuck up its environment, it could be healthy or even life-saving for humanity, but I'd prefer to stay on Earth as long as possible. What is the farthest you’ve walked in one day and what made you do it? I dunno, maybe at Disney World or something like that as a kid. What is something important that’s often on your mind lately? Physical health stuff. I'm worried about a lot of things relating to that. What about something unimportant, but you can’t stop thinking about it? I don't know about "unimportant," at least to me. Do you like oatmeal? If so, what kinds of things do you like in it? Yeah. I only really eat the cinnamon apple ones; I always use milk and sprinkle some sugar in there, and it's delicious. What was going on the last time you felt nostalgic? When Mom and I stopped at Jason's house to bring the family some treats following his mother's death. I stayed in the car and couldn't even look towards the house, but yeah. So many memories just stampeded me. How much attention do you pay to the movements of the stars and planets, and do you believe they influence anything? I pay zero attention to it; I don't believe they have influence over people in any way. What is the most difficult or involved video game you’ve ever played? I guess you could say World of Warcraft. It's definitely the most involved, like I've been playing it almost consistently since 2014, and I used to be in a Heroic raid team, which certainly wasn't easy. Then there's some achievements I busted my ass to get. Which accent do you find most sexy, alluring or appealing? British is where it's at. Which accent do you find most annoying, disturbing, or bothersome? Extremely Southern ones. Can you cry on cue? Is it any kind of useful? No. Does it take you a while to actually get jokes? Embarrassingly, it frequently does. Can you wear socks to bed or does it annoy you? Ugh, I could never. I hate the feeling of socks. Have you ever bleached your hair? By myself, no, but a professional has to dye it. Do you like jelly beans? They're okay. It really depends on the flavor, and even then I can't eat a lot of them. Do you have trouble sleeping when it’s storming? Yes, but not because it scares me, but rather that I'm just jumpy. Subtle thunder isn't so bad, and I LOVE the drone of heavy rain, but once you add booming thunder and strong flashes of lightning, it's too disruptive for me to fall asleep easily. Who was the last person you know that graduated? (high school or college) My not-so-little sister is just about to finish her Master's lakdsjfakwe I'm so proud of her. Were you happy or sad when you found out your babysitter was coming? I think I was always kinda bummed out, even though I liked my babysitters. I had horrible separation anxiety from my mom. Did you have a boyfriend in kindergarten? No, but I did have this one guy who'd been like obsessed with me since pre-k and would always chase me to hug and kiss me. In pre-k it was awful, but he still did it sometimes in kindergarten, despite the teachers getting on him about it. It's actually a memory I forgot for a very long time, like I think my brain tried to oppress it, and I wonder if it has anything to do with my fear of people standing behind me, men specifically, and being raped. Did you ever read the Magic Treehouse series? Oh yes, I was obsessed! Who was your best friend in elementary school? It jumped between Brianna, Kim, and Quiata. Did you ever watch The Land Before Time movies? YESSSSS. I even had the computer game. Did you collect anything when you were a kid? Stickers. I'd put them on my dresser everywhere to the point it was absolutely covered. Did you get an allowance? No. Not because my parents didn't want to or anything, but rather they couldn't afford allowances to three kids. Were you into American Girl dolls? Nah. I got one, but I think it was mostly so my sisters and I each had our own. Nicole, however, was sooooo into them. Were you friends with your childhood neighbors? Some, yeah, especially the boy down my street named D'Andre. We would hang out ALL the time, be it at each other's houses or just riding our bikes. He actually got married very recently and I'm so happy for him, ahhhhh!! What was your biggest fear when you were a kid? Thunderstorms. Did you ever play the "Reader Rabbit" computer games? Oh my god, YES. The one where you were hosting a surprise birthday party was my absolute favorite. Did your parents let you drink soda growing up? Yes. .-. What was your favorite kind of cake as a kid? Chocolate, of course.

[makoto-naegi555]

Dragonronpa chapter 16

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28144008/chapters/78156926 

And so makoto and siramay where continuing to wait for escape to be at hand growing weary.

Makoto: how much longer

Siramay: wait and hope makoto wait and hope.

Before makoto could think too much he heard the strum of an instrument as he saw siramay playing

[SIRAMAY] Makoto's luck was really out His spirit and his fortune low Alone he sat, alone he thought Of happy times he used to know [HUSKS] Hey dreamer, don't be so upset Hey Makoto, you're not beaten yet [ALL] Go go go Makoto you know what they say Hang on now Makoto you'll make it someday Don't give up Makoto fight till you drop We’ve played the game and you come out on top.

Makoto: what does that mean?

Siramay: well think about it makoto, I come from the multiverse where anything’s possible yah? so if you think about it, it only makes sense there’s a universe where your story is a video game for all to play.

Makoto: really?

Siramay: yes! And you’re the protagonist in fact that’s how I saw you the first time from that screen you where great! Sure some chumps think you’re boring but there wrong!

Makoto: I’m probably not the best protagonist though.

Siramay: nonsense! we’ve all saw you strive and conquer in that game and while this universe will branch away from cannon we still believe in you makoto! We know you can rise and beat the mastermind when no one else could! So there’s only one thing left for you to do.

Then he started chanting

[SIRAMAY, ENSEMBLE] Go ma-ko-to Go ma-ko-to Go ma-ko-to! GO MA-KO-TO!!! Go, go, go Makoto you know what they say Hang on now Makoto you'll make it someday Sha la la Makoto you're doing fine You and your great hopes ahead of your time Go, go, go Makoto you know what they say Hang on now Makoto you'll make it someday Sha la la Makoto you're doing fine You and your great hopes ahead of your time GO MA-KO-TO

Then siramay got up and started dancing all over

Makoto: what are you doing?

Siramay: whats it look like? I’m dancing the despair away! come on makoto dance your despair away to!

[HUSK] GO MA-KO-TO

And with that makoto got up also wiggling around trying to dance the despair away

Siramay: yeah! You go makoto!

[HUSK] GO MA-KO-TO

And so makoto and siramay both joined together in a grand weird dance to fend of despair.

GO MA-KO-TO GO MA-KO-TO GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO! Makoto you know what they say Hang on now Makoto you'll make it someday Sha la la Makoto you're doing fine You and your great hopes ahead of your time Go, go, go, go, go, go, go Makoto you know what they say Hang on now Makoto you'll make it someday Sha la la Makoto you're doing fine You and your great hopes ahead of your time

[SIRAMAY] Ahead of your time [MAKOTO] Ahead of my time [SIRAMAY] Ahead of your time [MAKOTO] Ahead of my time [SIRAMAY] Ahead of your time [MAKOTO] Ahead of my time [SIRAMAY] Ahead of your time [BOTH] Ahead of my time [SIRAMAY] Ahead of your time [MAKOTO] Ahead of my time [SIRAMAY] Ahead of your time [ALL] Ahead of your/my

But then suddenly they heard a loud rumble as they all looked up to see something fall from the sky.

Makoto: what was that!?

Siramay: YOUR SALVATION! its kyoko! now breath in for this last line [ALL] TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMME!

After that makoto went to investigate the trash to find out its kyoko! She came to save him and even brought food how sweet… oh I guess that makes my food redundant eh he still needs breakfast a days past anyway, then makoto scarfed it down then they talked kyoko apologized for setting up makoto cause kyoko herself was set up, course makotos a sweety and forgave her as they talk about how the mastermind stole her memory.

Kyoko: That being said, there was a limit to what I could do by myself. Which is why I asked you to help me.

Makoto: But...why me?

Kyoko: Because among everyone, you were least likely to be the mastermind. That was just intuition, but...

Makoto: I-I see... Your intuition was right, though. There's no way an ordinary kid like me could've been the mastermind.

Siramay: now if only you where the mastermind so you could spite her.

Makoto: why!?

Siramay: I like spiting people.

So makoto continued to talk to kyoko and she finally remembered her talent the ultimate detective bum bum buuuuum and the headmasters her father, bum bum buuuuuu, so kyoko investigated a lot said the point of the trial was to kill her.

kyoko: The mastermind is adamant about following the rules, and with that rule in place, they couldn't step in. Since they couldn't kill me themselves, they tried to use the class trial to do it.

The mastermind couldn’t step in because of the rules? That makes it sound like...the mastermind themselves is somehow bound by the school regulations.

Siramay: id use the term “bound” loosely makoto they did try to kill you Afterall, there as bond to the rules as a story genie you know because genies are all like “I shall give you whatever you want” and so you are like “I wish I was hot” so they set you on fire because you said you wanted to be hot so technically they granted your wish but they are trying.

So they went on about how makoto could have died.

Kyoko: I can hear them, you know. The footsteps of the god of death.

Makoto: What...?

Kyoko: I can hear the god of death as he moves. That ability naturally draws me into cases, just like this.

Siramay starts tap dancing.

Kyoko: ???

Siramay: hahaha I should stop kidding around, let her continue to talk.

So basically she talks about the whole fiasco and the other ultimate despair, well the true ultimate despair but they don’t know that.

Kyoko: ...what happened a year ago--the biggest, most awful, most tragic event in human history.

Siramay: no no! its the biggest… most awful most tragic event! IN HUMAN HISTORY!!! jazz hands

Kyoko: They're the root of all the evil that has forced us to go through this. *That* is the Ultimate Despair. And that is our real enemy.

END CHAPTER

And then there where 6

Witch brings us to chapter 6!

he Ultimate Despair... A group of people who caused The Tragedy one year ago... Those same people put together this killing game and began broadcasting it around the world. The most desperately awful group of people ever... *That* is the mastermind's true identity. Our enemy has finally been revealed... But right now...

you gotta get out of the trash! and take a bath boy you smell.

so then they went to the door and began climbing A LADDER not me though because I can do this little thing called flying siramay said floating right next to makoto who was gradually climbing the ladder

CHAPTER 6

And so makoto and kyoko began talking about everything really as they talked about kyokos life story.

Siramay: talk about daddy issues, like man like wow.

Makoto: yeah…

Siramay: so, nearing the end aren’t you?

Makoto: that’s what you say.

Siramay: so I guess we should talk since it could be the last time we do personally talk.

Makoto: huh?

Siramay: yeah after you beat zetsu and get out of here I have to leave on my own path who knows when we could see eachother I think it be a few years.

Makoto: a few years!?

Siramay: yeah being a king of villains is a busy job even with being all powerful and immortal so much work, but that’s ok cause the work keeps me stimulated and fulfilled, and that’s like an important factor in life right?

Makoto: I guess, so what do you wanna talk about

Siramay: well that’s the thing I have so many things I want to say to you, but my memory is bad, so I kept on forgetting to tell you because we just got distracted by something else so uh just let me try to grab them …. So hope and despair ay?

Makoto: is it ok to say despair.

Siramay: we’re in the trash shoot he can’t hear us! …she cant hear us? They cant hear us? Hear us? eh but it’s beside the point you know I just think it’s weird.

Makoto: whats weird

Siramay: your worlds twisted definitions on hope and despair that’s what! like I mean look at your definition of hope its like, to keep moving forward and to face adversity head on right? … honestly, that’s noble and if everyone else liked that definition I guess I’d be ok with it but that’s what you think hope is right?

Makoto: right?

Siramay: so what do you think despair is? You think its bad stuff right? You think its all gross nasty evil like zetsu.

Makoto: well….

Siramay: WELL YOU’RE WRONG! All this bad stuff zetsu does aint despair its depravity though the depression is despair because let me tell you the truth of the matter is makoto hope means: a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen. and despair means: the complete loss or absence of hope.

That is all nothing more nothing less, but your universe corrupted those ideals you ruined the balance of hope and despair I mean not you personally but your people! The people

Makoto: what? How? Why?

Siramay: well yes they may have those meanings of hope wanting something to happen and despair being no want, but they also have their other halves as most see hope as good and despair as bad but by their other names you’d see fear as bad and love as good, maybe but hope is fear and despair is love in a way.

Makoto: that makes no sense.

Siramay: yes it does makoto you just need to use your mind and think after all there are many articles about said subject and how hope and fear are just two emotions on the same face… metaphorically not literally after all the Greeks stated it themselves did they not?... did they not? But yes they are two faces of the same emotion it really just depends on the… the whats the term, influences I’d say it depends on what influences your mind whether the desire s that of hope or that of fear. Do you see what I get at?

Makoto: I guess but in a way love is desire but there’s no desire in despair so how they would work.

Siramay: well that’s where your wrong they fit quite well when you think about it after all when you are of true love you stop wanting because you have after all witch is no desire since you have what you desire and now just experience having it but that’s not what I’m talking about this whole topic came from a dream.

Makoto: a dream?

Siramay: yes I was gonna tell you the dream but with all the stuff happening it slipped my mind as so many things do but it was one of my many odd dreams where many things happen with no explanation, water parks, malls strangers who say there my friends and most importantly a testing facility using people as guinne pigs I recall sneaking in and being caught after in witch they sent me in a simulation though I can’t recall what happened in the situation but it was tragedy with a happy ending I recall cause I remember floating with someone I cared about on wood with hope we’d have a better life after the fiasco we just did, whatever it was, you see cause after that the head set was ripped of my head as I saw a mad scientist, both figuratively and literally hahaha he went off on me on a bunch of stuff I wasn’t paying attention to but he said something very important he said to me “you cant have an ending of hope and love those are conflicting ideal!” the rest of the dream went on but that line did make me think when I woke up you know? Hope and love conflicting ideals? How odd a statement cause Afterall if anything hope, and despair are the conflicting ideals unless what he was saying was love is despair? Or would It be despair is love? But thinking about it that actually made a lot of sense but I’m afraid I can’t go on about this tangent, but I will say one thing once you meet the mastermind you’ll understand exactly what I meant when I said love and despair are the same  you can’t have one without the other there like twins or lovers or twin lovers!

Makoto: no

Siramay: ok not the last one but lovers definitely

ah yes hope and despair, fear and love the two angels that balanced the universe before everything went wrong.

Makoto: what?

Siramay: well makoto you know that stuff about you being an angel? Well as I am an ALL-POWERFUL BEING WHO CAN BEND THE FABRIC OF THE UNIVERES and make it a lovely sweater for you to wear I think I found some of your worlds history to back up that clam. you see once upon a time in the beginning of the universe the great creator had two beings, angels some say but I digress their names where nozumo and zetsu.

Makoto: but isn’t that-

Siramay: EXSACTLY I had a reason after all, and they helped create the universe and bring it to balance, and oh how they loved eachother… but zetsu felt unappreciated by the world so he fell to darkness and the balance of hope and despair where corrupted to what they are now as zetsu was banished for his crimes and never got to see nozumo again but they still loved eachother greatly its stated in prophecy that their souls are constantly being reborn till the day they can be reunited again, don’t you see makoto all that talk about you being a angel maybe its not just a comparison of your purity maybe you are the reincarnation of the great angel nozumo!

Makoto: what! No that has to be impossible.

Siramay: well I don’t think so I mean after all I’m a king of villains, but there’s a reason I care about you despite that tittle and its your purity, man heroes have a sense of upright self-righteousness, but they never really hold out and it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth and a fire in my hands at their hypocrisy! They are filled with sin that I must punish! But you are different, I look at you and you are so genuinely pure you are truly one of the golden ones.

Makoto: golden ones?

Siramay: eh it’s a name I made up but despite your rarity I have met another man like you he was a handsome fellow he was with wonderful black hair his name was soot and his heart shared your purity, sure he is considerably different more rambunctious and lively but I could still feel that same purity in him, all loving, forgiving and willing to care for all even if others won’t, oh how I loved him… sadly it didn’t work out but he was so pure and his universe shared a level of pureness that despite my villainess I respected the lack of corruption in that world and would hate if others corrupted it so I vow to protect his universe for his sake and I feel that same need with you! Just looking into your eyes I have this sense of not wanting to be evil and if everyone was like you I probably wouldn’t, but sadly many people aren’t like you there are many cruel people and suffering people. And I must bring an end to that. But yes you are so pure, kind and compassionate I care about you greatly and I feel a great pain in my soul if something bad where to happen to you, you make me see how the world could be in spite of the way that it is! now makoto I just want to make one thing clear when I say I care about you. If someone ever hurts you or causes you to suffer… I will make sure that person regrets ever being brought into this universe because you don’t deserve to suffer, and I’d hate to see that.

This scared makoto a bit wondering what siramay would do to said person.

Makoto: p-please don’t cause anyone to suffer on my behalf.

Siramay: ah don’t worry buddy as long as they don’t hurt you I won’t hurt them, after all I find all that despair, depravity, suffering whatever to be quite… dull.

Makoto: you do? But aren’t you evil?

Siramay: makoto just cause I’m evil dosent mean I’m a jerk, personally I’m quite honorable with these things… I think, but yes I don’t enjoy the pain and suffering stuff its just delaying the inevitable really and it makes me uncomfortable especially the ones out of my control after all I am an almighty all-powerful being who’s traveled the multiverse so I’ve seen lots of suffering and I can safely say… siramay was trying to force a word out of himself and stayed silent for a bit.

ITS BORING!

Makoto: ah!

This startled makoto who almost fell but siramay summoned another hand to push him back.

Siramay: I MEAN ITS ALL THE SAME MAKOTO, YOU HURT SOMEONE THEY SUFFER THEY GET SAD OR MAD OR BOTH AND IF YOU CONTIUE THE PROCESS THEY WILL DIE ITS ALL THE SAME ITS ALL THE SAME! WHATS THE POINT OF WATCHING SOMEONE SUFFER LIKE THAT its exhausting I already know they will suffer so whats the point like I don’t care what she said about “despair being unpredictable” SHES A BIG FAT LIAR if you can’t get 2 from 1+1 and learn if you cause someone to suffer they will be sad then I think you might be lying about being ultimate smart cause that’s just really stupid if that’s what you enjoy! if anything I do find the hope more interesting sure I know everything will work out in the end, but peoples hopes to have different emotional flavors makoto! Just seeing someone at the lowest of low when all hope seems lost and your like “oh whats gonna happen how they gonna make it out” and you see that determined look in their eye like OOOOOOUUU see that’s the problem with today’s heroes there getting more depressed like look at how depressed and edgy they are if you’re that depressed please lose so the villain can at least get there happy ending I know they won’t waste that! Or worse! The hero starts out optimistic but then because of the story they get depressed I feel betrayed! What happened to the hero that believed the best could happen, you dirty liar you betray my heart?

But your special makoto! You look death in the eyes and still smile in the name of hope makoto can I tell you something about your future.

Makoto: …..what?

Siramay: you go through some sad things that’s a fact but, even though everything you face, even with all that’s happened and how much you’ve grown and changed by the end of everything you are still you you are still makoto naegi the hopeful boy that walked through the gates of hopes peak from the start and the fact you can still stay strong like that…it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

Makoto: ….really?

Siramay: yes makoto so though I know you are a humble man don’t forget you’re a great guy.

….you know all this talk reminds me of zetsu… the mastermind zetsu not the fallen angel one.

Makoto: what about them?

Siramay: well like I said I believe their whole reason for loving despair to be a bold face lie especially with all they’ve done in their evil plan I mean look at all the bad stuff that’s happened and I knew would happen just shows despairs predictability! But uh that’s not what I mean you see you saw yourself zetsu left many openings and holes in their plan, and while I as a villain find it foolish I know why they do it they said themselves they want to see if you can win make it a fair battle since there super smart, they could have rigged it to be impossible, but they didn’t.

Makoto: wait so we only got this far because she let us?

Siramay: no! well kinda, but don’t disqualify yourself makoto you not dying was completely unpredicted, along with many other things you did but ask yourself makoto, why would they do that and limit themselves.

Makoto: because you said they wanted it to be fair.

Siramay: well yes but actually no cause the way I see it a rigged game is more despair than a fair one just to think it’s all for nothing, oh the tragedy. But they made it fair cause they wanna see if you can win now think about it what would they gain from you winning? nothing! Sure from what I know about them if you asked they’d spout some dumb stuff about “despair of losing” but… call me a fool but I think shes actually hoping you’ll beat her.

Makoto: what? But why would they want that?

Siramay: they feel despair from this to makoto, if you beat them they won’t have to make anyone suffer anymore. No one was able to beat them but maybe you can.

Makoto: but if they don’t want to do it they why don’t they just stop.

Siramay: do you ask an alcoholic why they don’t stop drinking? Or a smoker to stop smoking? or a drug addict why they don’t stop taking drugs?

Makoto: …

Siramay: exactly There is neither happiness nor misery in the world only the comparison of ones state with another nothing more Without hope despair wouldn’t exist because it's very being is measured by hope sure it's the absence but if it were to not exist at all then who's to say despair exists it's like knowing you’re not evil but if evil didn’t exist I can’t call yah good like hope to what I mean to say is Without night who's to say the light is bright?

Oh but look at the time where at the top welp time to make your grad reveal makoto! Oh and one more thing when you do face off against zetsu ask questions but don’t ask if you want an answer ask questions for what she will answer cause there’s no evidence she will say the truth or even anything that makes sense but if you just stop and think about it they actually do say a lot about her even if it’s not what you were asking.

And so makoto finally reached the surface world in the trash room and then kyoko tell makoto to reveal his presence to monokuma talking on how the mastermind is ensnared and so they planned to go to the gym.

Siramay: ok makoto you gotta be strong and intimidate the mastermind show they you know no fear you have seen the face of death and survived.

Makoto: how am I soused to show that.

Siramay: hmmmm……. OH I KNOOOWWW

And so siramay told makoto his plan as makoto went to the gym.

Makoto: whats up guys? I’m back.

Monokuma: what the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die!

Makoto: death is a social construct.

Siramay: OOOHH HE GOT YAH GOOD MONO! AHAHAHAH

And so monokuma and kyoko where debating makotos life and what it meant if he was killed again and accused monokuma of killing mukuro (the truth) and kyoko went on a bluff about hope and despair and peoples viewpoints witch I guess is a way to look at it I supposes as they were prepared for a final showdown and monokuma excepted of course but it was not just for the mystery of mukuros killer no it was also to find out all the mysteries of the school as we knew it!

Kyoko: When we've uncovered every last truth, how will the Ultimate Desberry reveal their own desrose...?

Makoto: do we really have to do that?

Siramay: I’m not giving monokuma the victory of me saying it one more time.

Monokuma: how dare you try and stifle my metaphorical robotic bear erection!

Makoto: I honestly can't believe how this has all turned out...

And then kyoko asked once more on the rules but while they beat around the bush I shall write in ink their statements if the mastermind is to get caught and in turn lose this trial, like every other failed blacked of the past trials they will die and just because they have status of being the big bad does not change their fate if they are to lose cause there a student to and other hidden things said but I won’t say those.

Monokuma: I'm done talking! I got nothin' left to say to you! So get lost, would ya!?

Makoto: Why so mad!?

Kyoko: He seems...emotionally unstable.

Siramay: NO KIDDING!?

And so makoto was free and they left so makoto thanked kyoko then they talked about how monokuma said this was displayed on the airwaves and how that proves he wants to prove something basically kyokos hypnotists on the mastermind but as its different from my own I will omit it and while this is a case of confirmation bias I as the king of villains do not care for this ethical dilemma and so they planned to meet the others, so they went to the dining hall and saw monokuma.

Monokuma: Skrgh@yaGfew, anji&\krakAW;! fzzlbRff#[]

Makoto: You again...

Monokuma: Hrskzzzz_dat.; EgspllER103.2.1.255

Makoto: Is he...broken?

Siramay: HAHAHAH their mad, you should see the look on their face! There all like

Siramay then pulls out a keyboard and starts smashing their face on it.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Hhhahahahahahahahah oh I love it!

Kyoko: I suppose his emotional instability reached its limit.

Siramay: oh sweet innocent naive kyoko, THERE STABILITY IS GONNA GET MUCH WORSE HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH quite the downward spiral.

Monokuma: aG^3. 4sum=(SEN|akt~____ 61!

Then monokuma left

Makoto: Jeez... What the heck?

Course all emotion began to rise with the reuniting of the survivor gang all glad to see makoto alive! though sadly they all backed away cause makoto was stinky from the trash.

Siramay: but you should shower makoto who wants to beat the mastermind all stinky like that.

So they all talked and reunited and then they went to important matters on how it was almost the final showdown to defeat the mastermind once and for all, so it was there job to search and find to discover the  secrets that lay barren or die trying though makoto was hopeful, but kyoko less so because they suspected one of them was the mastermind (though not true), but I digress then monokuma unlocked every room for the gang to investigate and then people started splitting up.

Siramay: don’t worry makoto you got me to help yah solve the mysteries of the school! And I got your back!

And so it was time for the final investigation bu bu bu bu bu bu bu bu bu bu bu bu bu it’s the final investigation!

So makoto had to go explore the locked rooms to learn the new lore so first things first he went to the second floor of the dorm room which looked quite like death,

Siramay: mmmmmmm

Makoto: what?

Siramay: with how destroyed these rooms are and with the fact there are 16 students and only 15 rooms I can’t help but have the awful thought in my head that she and mukuro slept together nooooooooo.

Makoto: oh

 there were also lockers but at the moment makoto was unable to open them then we finally got to the headmasters room where kyoko was in there trying to open a secret passage, but she couldn’t unlock the password then they talk about little info about the ultimate despair.

makoto: do you know anything about the ultimate despair?

Siramay: besides the fact their tragic jerks and I feel their name should be instead the ultimate depravity? no at least not anything useful at the moment.

So makoto was thinking on what the password for the computer could be and brought up kyokos name though kyoko did not believe this possibility when makoto tried it, it worked which intensified kyokos daddy issues, so they went in the secret room and while there where other things that looked interesting we had to look at the present in the center of the room witch kyoko warned him about it and when makoto opened it he saw THE BONEY REMAINS OF KYOKOS FATHER

Siramay: talk about an awkward “meet the parents situation” this is probably the weirdest one I’ve seen… well actually… nah nah not now you’ll understand later.

Needless to say this was all crazy but then he saw the tragic photo which made kyoko emotional.

Kyoko: *is angsty in daddy issues*

Siramay: you know zetsu had daddy issues too.

Makoto: really?

Siramay: yeah every person they ever called daddy died by their hands.

Makoto: I don’t like the way you worded that.

Siramay: I don’t like the way I worded that either.

So makoto continued to look for other things he even found an emergency handbook that could open everything. Then kyoko asked nicely if makoto could leave so she could be alone

So makoto left and kyoko was alone ;) to ponder her feelings for her dad.

[KYOKO] You were a sub-standard dad. But the only one I had I grew up hearing. Your evil scheming down the hall But when I look at this thing It makes me wanna sing. Maybe You're not so bad a dad, after all. At my first ever swim meet You stepped on the other teams' feet. At my recital You clapped louder than you should.

But this piece of plastic in my hand Makes me finally understand. Maybe you're not so bad a dad. Not so bad a dad after all

[wroteasongabouther]

>> an ending for nerd!harry <<

authors note: basically people seemed to be really liked my nerd!harry blurbs and it was my most requested to continue during my hiatus so i wrote this :) apologies for any spelling errors or anything i’m a bit rusty at all this lol *also the imagine above is not mine*

please come talk to me about it!

word count: 6k

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Y/N transfer from UCLA to Yale was proving everyone right it seemed, cause my god was it ever hard.

She had lost her way four times already it it was only her first day of classes. Thankfully she had two hours before her final class for the day and she remembered how to get to the Starbucks she had seen earlier in the morning during one of the many detours she had to take due to getting lost. Y/N starts debating over a tea or a coffee, then has to stop herself from ordering a cake pop as she sees them in the glass display.

“And a cake pop please,” she says without thinking twice.

It’s as she’s waiting for her name to be called that she sees him. How could she not notice him, he was her first love after all, and she swore no one carried themselves the way that Harry did. She watched as he held the door open for the person behind him, then giving the stranger a smile before getting in line. She watched as he pondered over the menu, pushing his glasses up his nose and rubbing his chin with his ring covered fingers.

Out of no where he fishes a pen from his front pocket and opens the notebook that was in his other hand - jotting down something that must’ve come to his mind suddenly. She remembers how he would do that often, randomly figuring out a solution to a math problem or maybe a sentence he could use in an upcoming essay.

“Y/N,” the barista says loudly, causing her to blink rapidly and quit her staring.

She smiles at the young man that hands her her drink and reaches for a straw before turning on the heels of her boots. Y/N is ready to leave the coffee shop and forget she had seen Harry all together, unsure if he’d want to even speak to her to be honest. But as she turns around she sees Harry has left the line and he only a foot away from her now.

“Hi,” she says softly with a smile.

“Hey,” Harry’s corners of his lips tug up just a little. “Can’t say I expected to see you here,” he states, his head tilting as he seems to be taking in her facial features. She worn less makeup now, instead just a few swipes of mascara and some light face makeup.

“Yeah, I uh, I just transferred actually,” she tells him, biting down on the inside of her cheek afterwards.

“You should’ve messaged me, I could’ve showed you around, maybe,” he says.

She had thought of finding Harry’s Facebook profile and sending him a message. But then like any other time she thought of him she got sad. She imagined that Harry would decline, probably still think the worst of her after how she had broken his heart and all. Cause breaking his heart broke hers too, but she just couldn’t do the long distance and the fighting got so bad. Y/N’s thoughts are broken up as she sees a short brunette step up beside Harry, a smile that would typically be contagious she’s sure but Y/N’s body filled with jealously immediately.

“Hey, whatcha order?” She asks him, her voice causes Harry to finally break his gaze from Y/N down to look at the brunette now.

“I, um,” he pauses and glances behind him at the line he had abandoned for Y/N. “I actually haven’t ordered anything yet,” he says.

When he looks back towards Y/N she feels like dropping down and crawling away and never seeing the light of day again. Harry had moved on. And she should have known after two years that he would do so. But it hurt, gut wrenching at the mere thoughts that someone else got to experience love with Harry. It’s then that the brunette looks at Y/N, in which she gives her a smile that Y/N only matches to be polite.

“Bec, this is Y/N,” Harry states. So her name was Bec, and she officially hated that name.

“Oh,” Bec’s eyebrows fly up at the introduction Harry had made. Her reaction causes Y/N’s stomach to twist and turn, had Harry spoke about his ex girlfriend with his current girlfriend enough for a reaction like that? Or did he just explain how Y/N broke his heart. “It’s so lovely to meet you, I didn’t realize you went to Yale,” she exclaims.

“I don’t,” Y/N says quickly, realizing her mistake as she shuts her eyes and shakes her head before looking back at Harry briefly then back to Bec. “I mean I didn’t, but I just transferred for my third year,” she explains.

“That’s awesome, Yale is great,” Bec smiles, then she nudges Harry with her elbow, “right H?”

Y/N remembers when she used to call him that, and how it caused a blush to raise to his cheeks at first before he got used to the nickname. Y/N bites her lip as she looks up at Harry again. He’s already looking at her, maybe thinking of the same thing. But she doubted it.

“Yeah, it’s been great,” he agrees with Bec.

“Alright, well I’m going to go actually, lots of unpacking still and organizing,” Y/N blabbers while jabbing her thumb over her shoulder. She doesn’t even say goodbye, probably looking like an absolute idiot. But that’s what she was. Like who was she to think she could just transfer to Yale and expect to not see her ex boyfriend? Y/N simply didn’t expect to see him on her first day. She shakes her head and sips on her drink, the ice half melted already, as she walks down the sidewalk.

“Y/N,” Harry calls from behind her, causing her to look back over her shoulder. “Wait a sec,” he adds as he catches up to her and she stops walking.

“Yeah?” She asks, trying her hardest to not chew on her lip or inner cheek anymore.

“I-I was wondering if you wanted to grab something to eat, to uh, to catch up maybe?” Harry sounds like the nervous boy she once became infatuated with. The thought brings a smile to her face.

“I have my last class of the day, in about an hour still,” she states.

“Then after?”

The hopeful look in his eyes confuses Y/N like no tomorrow. She narrows her eyes and points back to the Starbucks. “What about Bec?” She asks.

Harry furrows his brows and shakes his head, “what about her?”

“Well she’s your girlfriend isn’t she?”

“Oh,” Harry pauses and seems to be holding back a smile or something. She remembers how he’d smile at the mention of her being his girlfriend. “No, she’s just my flat mate,” he states.

“Oh,” this time it’s Y/N’s turn to say.

Heat creeps to her cheeks as she feels the embarrassment settle in. And here she had been immediately jealous at the mere thought of Harry having a girlfriend. But just cause Bec isn’t his girlfriend doesn’t mean he doesn’t have one at all. You broke up with him Y/N, she reminds herself as her thoughts go crazy again. Y/N licks her lips and meets Harry’s eyes again, he is smiling now. The slight makes her heart quicken.

“So dinner later then?” Harry asks again.

“Um,” Y/N does bite her lip now as she contemplates saying yes. “Sure, yeah, we could grab some dinner later,” she finally answers while nodding her head.

“Awesome,” Harry smiles, “still got the same number?”

She nods, a little surprised he hadn’t deleted her contact after their break up. Harry smiles and then they say a quick goodbye before she’s off to her final class - only a whole hour early but she couldn’t be around Harry any longer than she had. Because only that short interaction and she was all in her head about the past. Reliving the memories of Harry, both the good and the bad.

~~~~

Three and a half years ago...

“You know, we’ve uh, we’ve been hanging out a lot. Like one on one too and not just for studying and I just thought maybe you felt the same way as I do about you-”

“I do,” Y/N can’t stop smiling as the boy she’s got the biggest crush on ever stutters over his words. Harry smiles back, nodding his head before looking back down at his hands in his lap.

“Would you be my girlfriend, Y/N?” He asks, eyes flashing back up to meet hers.

Y/N’s smiles grows - if it’s even possible - then she’s reaching for his hands in his lap and intertwining their fingers together. She immediately takes notes of the cool metal from the ring she had bought him for his birthday only last month. Harry wore it every single day. The one single ring on his middle finger, a simple silver band with the word ‘peace’ engraved on it. Y/N saw it and thought of Harry right away, buying it a whole month before it was even his birthday. That January was 3 months into their blossoming friendship that started one cool October night at the bonfire.

It really only took her 3 weeks tops to fall for the adorable Brit, but after 3 months she knew she loved him. And now after 4 months, he was finally asking her to be his. Y/N wasn’t really upset about the waiting, she always knew they’d become a couple one day and she wanted all the days after too.

“Yes,” Y/N says through her grinning, squeezing his hands in hers before spontaneously bringing her hands up to both sides of his face gently.

Y/N and Harry had only kissed 5 times in the past 4 months. 3 times while drunk, them both blushing like fools and wiping the saliva from their lips afterwards. Twice it was a simple peck on the lips, leaving Harry stunned both times with a smile and wide eyes. And once was like this moment right now. Slow, like they were savouring each other, her hands brushing into his hair while his inched closer to her bum. Then they broke away to catch their breath, looking into one another’s eyes and smiling.

On March the 2nd of their junior year, Harry asked Y/N to be his girlfriend and at that moment she never imagined them not being together - ever.

>><<

The Following Week...

“Okay intervention time,” Y/N’s friends all crowd her. “You can’t seriously want to like date Harry can you? I mean he’s a serious loser, like wears Game of Thrones T-shirts kind of loser,”

“He’s a great guy,” Y/N says, closing her locker and looking at the few friends around her.

“Yeah but he’s so out of your league,”

“No he’s not,”

“Are you kidding me?” One of her friends snort, “he so is, Y/N, what are you blind and stupid now?”

Y/N rolls her eyes and shakes her head at her so-called friends. This was why she couldn’t be happier for high school to be over. She was over these judgemental childish games that they loved to play. Maybe at one point she could laugh along and let it slide, but not anymore. Now she realized that it wasn’t about fitting it, it was about being happy. And Harry made her really freaking happy.

“Whatever,” Y/N sighs, “I’m dating Harry, and I could care less if you like it or not,”

And with that, she walks away to her class as the bell rings around the halls. Y/N turns into her class, ignoring the looks from Chad and his friends and walking right back to the table that Harry was sitting at with a couple of his friends. She smiles and takes the seat next to him.

“Hey,” he says, mirroring her smile.

“Hey,” she echoes.

“How was your last class?”

“Meh,” she shrugs, “cared more about this one,” she admits to her boyfriend. Queue inner sigh and heart eyes as she watches her boyfriend bite down on his pen to shuffle out his binder from her backpack. Screw whatever anyone else thought, Harry was not out of Y/N’s league.

“Did you get the homework done last night?” Harry asks, snapping her back to reality.

“Shit,” she curses while flipping through her papers. Suddenly a filled out sheet is in front of her blank one. Y/N looks over at Harry, smiling at him, “thank you, I owe you, again,” she whispers as their teacher begins to speak.

“No you don’t,” Harry shrugs.

Y/N smiles at her boyfriend before copying down his smart as hell answers that she would have never gotten on her own.

>><<

One Year Later....

“Wh-What is this?” Harry stutters. Y/N knows what he had catch sight of. She thought she got rid of all of it, but the instructions must’ve been left behind in her trash bin in the en suite of her bedroom.

She stays silent, totally unsure of how to tell her boyfriend of 1 year that she had a freaking pregnancy scare. Hence her trying to just get rid of it all and not telling him. Y/N is in her own head for so long before she looks up at Harry. He is holding the piece of paper that told her how to pee on a stick and how long to wait for the results. My god the look on his face, she thinks as her eyes sting with threatening tears. She notices Harry’s eyes drift down to her stomach.

“You’re p-pregnant?”

A tear falls down her face as her mouth gapes open but no words come out. Harry drops the paper on the floor and makes the few steps to be beside her now. He sits down beside her on the bed and puts his hand on hers that’s resting on her knee. His other hand, the one with the silver ring she got him that now had a red ruby jewelry ring beside it, reached up to cup her cheek. He pushes her face gently till her eyes meet his.

“We’ll get through this together. What-whatever you chose, to keep it or to-“

“I’m not pregnant,” Y/N blurts out.

“Oh,” Harry says.

“It was just like a scare I guess, my period was like five days late and I got nervous,” Y/N explains. Harry brushes away her tears before dropping his hand from her face. That’s when she noticed the change in his expression.

“When?” He questions. Y/N furrows her brows.

“What?”

“When did you have the scare?” He asks further, taking his hand off her knee now.

“Like last week,” she states.

“You-you weren’t going to tell me?” He questions. “I’m-I’m your boyfriend, Y/N, and I love you and would be there through anything with you and for you,” he’s hurt, she knows by the tone of his voice. He’s only ever gotten upset with her once before, she cried then too. Y/N reaches up to wipe her own tears this time, sniffling as she forces herself to look into Harry’s eyes.

“It-it was a scare,” she sniffles again, wiping her nose on the cuff of her sweater.

“Well you still should have told me,” he’s raising his voice again.

“I know,” she croaks, holding back a sob.

“I mean I’m obviously not ready to be a father but I could’ve helped you,” Harry begins to ramble again. “This isn’t something you can’t just fucking hide from me, Y/N,”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” Y/N says, grabbing for his hands again but he moves. Standing up from her bed and grabbing his backpack from by her desk. “What-where are you going?”

“I just need some space to think,” he mutters before opening her bedroom door and closing it shut behind him.

Y/N hears the echo of his footsteps going down the staircase, the sound of the front door opening and closing and then the beep of him hitting the lock button on the key pad. When she sees his car drive down the street and away from her house she lets herself cry. Laying back in her bed, curling up into a ball and full on sobbing as she replayed the fight her and Harry just had.

Their first big fight, something she prayed didn’t jeopardize their relationship.

The next day she doesn’t wake up to her usual good morning text with an estimated time Harry would pick her up for school. So she finds herself reaching for an oversized crew neck sweater and leggings, throwing her hair up into a bun and not putting any makeup on her face. When she’s brushing her teeth she notices how puffy and red her eyes are from all the crying she had done the night before. Y/N sighs and slowly makes her way downstairs, grabs a banana for breakfast then walks down the hall to her moms studio.

It’s 8:30 in the morning but she can tell her moms been painting for hours, by the paint in her hair and the smile on her face. But when her mom looks over at whom opened her studio door and sees her daughter frowning her smile wipes away.

“Mom, can you drive me to school?” Y/N asks in a quietly voice.

“Is Harry sick or something?” Her mom questions, standing up to where the en suite was for what would traditionally be a guest bedroom.

“We uh,” she pauses and takes a deep breath, “we had a fight,” her eyes fall to the ground before she can take in whatever expression her mom gives her.

“Let me grab my keys and we’ll go,” she says softly, stepping past Y/N but first leaving a kiss to the crown of her head. Y/N nods and follows after her mom.

Her mom doesn’t ask any questions till about half way through the drive. Y/N sighs and looks towards her mom instead of out the window like she had been. She debates telling her mom the truth. She was her best friend after all - but she was also her mom. Before she can over think it too much, she tells her.

“I-I took a pregnancy test,” Y/N states.

Y/N grips the car door as her mom swerves the car slightly. She shuts her eyes and prepares for her mom to go all hellish on her. But it doesn’t come. She opens her eyes again to look to her mom, she’s simply staring out the front window and flicks on her turn signal.

“What were the results?” She asks.

“Negative,” Y/N doesn’t miss a beat to tell her that much.

Her mom doesn’t hold back on letting out a long deep breath, blowing a piece of her paint covered hair. Then she’s chuckling to herself, turning the wheel into the school parking lot and instead of pulling up to the front like she typically would she parks in one of the stalls. After putting the car in park she turns to face Y/N.

“I’m assuming you’re using protection and being safe and that it was just a case where you got scared your period was a bit late,” Y/N nods. “And Harry got upset?” Y/N nods again.

“He was,” she pauses as she feels her eyes water again, “he was good about the potential pregnancy and wanted to help, just didn’t take it too well that I wasn’t planning to tell him I had a scare,” she explains. Her mom nods now, rolling her lips into her mouth before letting them go to smile. She reaches over the console to hold Y/N’s hands.

“Now tell me what high school boyfriend would take a teen pregnancy well? I got pregnant right after graduation and your father still didn’t want anything to do with it all,” Y/N bites her inner cheek at the mention of her father. They didn’t have a bad relationship, he would come around for birthdays and would come for some visits. But he had his own family now, one Y/N never really felt like she fit into.

“So think about that, okay, the fact he was ready to help is amazing. Don’t worry your pretty little mind too much, that boy loves you beyond this world and you’ll be fine by the end of the day, okay?” Her mom exclaims, rubbing her daughters hands.

Y/N nods and just then the school bell rings. She hugs her mom awkwardly, saying their I love yous and goodbyes before Y/N has to face this day on her own. Her mom was right of course, because right before last period as Y/N is reaching in her locker she sees Harry walking towards her. She closes her locker and holds onto her binder, looking at the small heart with H.S. in the middle she had drawn in the top left hand corner.

“Hi,” she says softly.

“Hey,” Harry sighs, stopping right in front of her. “Sorry I didn’t pick you up this morning,” he says.

Y/N shrugs and hugs her binder closer to her chest, “it’s alright, think my mom misses our morning drives,” she states.

“Oh, she can drive you more often than,” Harry says so nonchalantly that Y/N swears her heart stops. Her mouth goes dry at the thought of her and Harry breaking up.

“Are-are you breaking up with me?” She questions.

Harry’s eyes widen and he reaches forward to touch her arms, “god, no,” he says. Y/N let’s out a deep breath and nods. “I just needed the space to think about what happened, and I did that, and I get why you didn’t want to tell me,” he explains. His hands are rubbing up and down her arms gently now, his body closer as they seem to be in their own world in the slightly crowded hallway.

“I was scared, H,” she says just above a whisper.

“I know,” he whispers back, “I’m sorry for getting upset,”

“Well I’m sorry for not telling you,”

Harry leans forward and they share a kiss, not too long since they are still in public in their high school hallway and all. When they lean back to look at one another they’re both smiling. Y/N takes notice of how he’s wearing contacts today, the green of his eyes particularly lovely when he did so. She opens her mouth to tell him she loves him when someone decided to join their moment.

“Hey guys,” Harry’s friend - and now hers too she supposed - Trevor, says with a smile.

Harry takes a slight step back from Y/N and looks at his friend. “Hey, what’s up?” He asks.

“The bell rang, we’ve got last period together today,” he states to Harry.

They hadn’t even noticed that the bell had rung or that the hallway was clearing out. Y/N fixes the strap of her purse and holds her binder with one hand now. She takes one step back and gives the two boys a smile.

“I should go to class too,” she says.

“I’ll see you after,” Harry smiles. She nods and turns on her heels to where her class was at the end of the hall. She’s not surprised when she hears Trevor speak before she’s out of hearing range.

“I still can’t believe you two are together, like some princess and the servant boy type shit ya know,” Trevor says. Y/N chuckles to herself and turns into her class with a smile.

>><<

The Following Month...

Applying for universities was something Y/N had been dreading for her entire time in high school. She was one of those kids that had no clue what she wanted to do with the rest of her life and didn’t know where she wanted to apply. Add how bad her grades were and these past couple months before applications deadlines were terrible. What was even worse was that her boyfriend knew exactly where he was applying and what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. Harry had talked about Yale for as long as uni talk started.

But Y/N knew one thing for sure - she wasn’t going to get accepted into a top Ivy League school like Yale.

It had been just over a month since their first real fight, about the pregnancy scare, and things were back to being great. Till any time applying for university was brought up. Harry would mention the deadline for Yale, clearly meaning for her to get her application in, and Y/N would simply stay quiet or change the subject all together. She obviously didn’t want to be apart from Harry, she just was grasping the fact it was going to happen regardless of anything she did or said.

“Hello?” Harry waved a hand in front of her face, snapping her back into reality.

“Sorry,” Y/N mutters and looks back down at her bio homework they were working on in Harry’s back yard. The sun was shining and his family was gone for the weekend, meaning they had the house to themselves.

“Whatever,” Harry mumbles back through his teeth, annoyance clear as day in his voice.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just kinda annoyed,” he admits, letting out a sigh and dropping his pencil. Y/N looks up from her paper, watching as he ran a hand through his hair. “Why won’t you apply to any of the schools I want to go to? It’s like you won’t even consider it and I just get annoyed,” he explains.

“I did consider it, and then I considered how shit my grades are so I accepted the fact I won’t be going where ever you go, Harry,”

“But you don’t know unless you apply,”

“Can we just drop this, please,” she urges before looking back at her school work.

Harry doesn’t say anymore, and when she glances back up at him and sees the look in his eyes it’s like someone punched her in the gut. They both knew in a few short months this relationship would be over. Y/N couldn’t do long distance, she just knew it’d hurt too much and be too expensive to try to fly back and forth to see each other. And daily FaceTime calls would turn into maybe once a week to then only once in a while as their class work would pile up. They’d both make new friends, maybe meet someone else that made their hearts thumps a bit louder than normal. The mere thought of Harry falling in love with someone else made Y/N feel sick.

“Hey,” Harry mumbles and reaches across the table to grab onto her hand.

She states are their hands for a moment before she stands suddenly, “is there still some watermelon in the fridge?”

Y/N doesn’t wait for Harry to answer, instead she wanders off inside the house and tries to distract herself from what would eventually happen to her relationship.

>><<

The Following Week....

“Then I’ll just go to UCLA,” Harry says.

“No,”

“Wow, you really just don’t want to be with me huh? Don’t want to continue to date the loser nerd kid after high school?”

“You know that’s not it,” Y/N is fuming with anger. “I don’t want you to go to UCLA with me because I don’t want you to give up your dream of Yale for me. You’re the smartest person I’ve ever met and going to UCLA would be a waste of your stupid genius brain,”

“I’m just getting really tired of this argument, Y/N,” Harry sighs.

“Well,” Y/N pauses, “so am I,”

They go silent again, something that’s been happening more often than not between the two of them. Something that Y/N hated, she hated it so much that it hurt her every single time. Because through that silence she thought of how their relationship was going to end. How she would finally break one of these silent moment by breaking his heart.

>><<

Present Day...

Y/N was beyond nervous. She was just round the corner from where she was to meet up with Harry for dinner tonight. She was almost about to turn around and leave, send him some sort of message to apologize. But she just about ran into him instead.

“Whoa,” Harry says, reaching out to catch Y/N before she tripped on the edge of the sidewalk.

“Sorry,”

Y/N looks up at Harry, then looking down at where his cool hands touched her bare arms just under the sleeve of her shirt. Her arms looked small in his hands. Her eyes drift up his arms, now covered in some tattoos, tanned and toned - he most definitely hit up the gym since their break up. Whoa was right, Y/N thinks before she steps back out of his grasp and swallows in order to clear her dry throat.

“Shall we?” Harry motions towards the front door of the restaurant he had chosen to meet up with Y/N.

Harry was the one to find her old number and text her a time and place, when an unassigned number popped up on her phone - Siri so gracefully made the contact ‘Maybe: Harry’ as it read: ‘hey y/n, it’s harry’. Y/N’s nerves only grew as he held open the door for her and she took in the inside of this locally owned Italian restaurant just off of campus grounds.

The lighting was a bit more dim than a typical restaurant, but not totally in a romantic way just more in a relaxing sense. Every table had the large white cloth napkins neatly folding by the large plates and several utensils, wine glasses and water glasses and of course a few red roses in the middle to pull it all together. Y/N swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat - this was really beginning to feel like a date, she thought as she watched Harry speak to the hostess.

“Reservation for Harry Styles, for two,” he smiles at the young girl, maybe only a year or two younger than them. She blushes immediately and nods, clicking a few things on an iPad before grabbing a couple menus and leading the way.

“Thank you,” Y/N says to the girl as she sets down the menus. She’s about to reach for her seat but Harry’s pulling it out for her before she can do it herself. “Oh, thanks,” she mumbles nervously with a smile.

“You’re welcome,” Harry nods, walking over to his own seat now.

They sit in an awkward silence for only a few second maybe, the sounds of the restaurant filling in for them as they both thought of how to start this all off. Harry licks his lips before opening his mouth.

“How was your first day?”

“Good,” Y/N nods, “I, uh, my dad actually helped me move in since he lives close and y’know he went to Brown so me coming here was kinda exciting for him I guess.”

“Oh, that’s awesome,” Harry says, “how’s your dad doing?”

“Good, he’s good, um Trisha is pregnant again so I’ll be getting another half sibling next March I think,” Y/N shrugs and takes a sip of her water. “Otherwise he’s just doing the usual, putting people in prison and golfing. I was actually surprised he got a day off to come help me,”

“That’s nice that he did though, since he doesn’t take too much time off to see you anymore,” Harry exclaims. He knew about Y/N’s relationship with her dad, she would cry on his shoulder about her stupid daddy issues sometimes while they were dating. Y/N smiles at Harry, which he mirrors instantly, before she clears her throat and adjusts how she’s sitting.

Another moment of silence falls between them as they stare across the table at one another. Y/N noticed how he must’ve cut his hair recently, it’s short on the sides but still a wild mess of sexy waves atop of his head. She likes his glasses, the frames really suited this new grown up version of him. And his style, wow, she loved how good he looked in some tight fitted jeans, boots, a plain T-shirt and a long trench coat - he looked amazing.

“You cut your hair,” Y/N says like an idiot.

Harry subconsciously runs a hand through his hair at the mention of it. “Actually it was a lot longer than you would’ve ever seen it just last month, but then I finally let Bec cut it all off. It was like,” he watches his own hand as he tries to show Y/N just how long his hair was, “about here maybe, always put it in a bun if I could,” he states.

“I can’t imagine you with a man bun,” Y/N chuckles.

“Hey, I looked pretty good if I do say so myself,” Harry jokes. They both laugh now, causing them to be grinning like fools afterwards. “I’ve missed you,” Harry admits without a second thought.

Y/N feels her cheeks heat up while her heart aches at the memories of her breaking up with him those few years ago. She rolls her lips into her mouth and let’s out a small sigh. Harry must catch onto her hesitate reaction as he bites on his bottom lip and looks off to look for the waitress.

“I’ve missed you too, H,” Y/N says softly, “it’ll be nice to have a friend at Yale,”

Harry brings his water to his lips and takes a sip, nodding right before the waitress walks up. After they give the waitress their orders, they fall more into a casual conversation full of giggles and smiles. Y/N learnt that Harry had moved into an apartment just south of campus with his friends Bec and Julien, taking control the most in the kitchen. The thought of Harry cooking made Y/N heart ache. Harry learnt that Y/N worked her butt off her first two years of university, missing out on plenty of parties and nearly ODing on caffeine she swears - but it all paid off when both Yale and Dartmouth accepted her transfer applications.  

Y/N thanks Harry once again as they leave the restaurant and he holds open the door for her. She hugs her coat closer to her body as the cool night air hits her hard. Harry falls into step besides Y/N, thoughts banging back and forth in his head. Just do it, he thinks before taking a deep breath and letting it go quick.

“I don’t think I can just be friends with you, Y/N,” he says, causing Y/N to turn fast on her heels to look at him.

“What?”

“I-I mean that,” Harry pauses and licks his lips as he looks at his ex-girlfriend whom he hadn’t stopped thinking about. “I mean that I still care about you, and that I will always have feelings for you and now that you’re here-” he motions to where she stood in front of him. “Right here, in front of me, finally, again, I can’t let this second chance slide away from me.”

Y/N is at a lose for words. Harry had always been good at that. Her lips curl up into a smile, causing Harry’s to do the same. Sure, they only just reunited today but Y/N understood his every word. Their time in the restaurant felt like the most natural thing she’s felt in forever. All the jealousy and head spinning she felt earlier was another sign - Harry was right. Not everyone got a second chance at true love.

“Then let’s have our second chance, H,” she says.

Harry smiles, making Y/N giggle a little but then his hands are moving to her sides. He brings her closer to him, his body radiating heat just like she remembered but she was glad for it in this chilly night. His hands are gentle against the thin shirt she was wearing, one moving under her jacket to rest against her lower back. Y/N’s lips are parted, eyes hooded as she feels lightheaded at how close their bodies have become. Her hands rest against his chest, she watches her finger tips move slightly against him. Then, the moment she looks up to meet his green dreamy eyes he’s leaning down and touching his soft lips to hers.

It’s a short but sweet kiss that has both Harry and Y/N’s heart thumbing in their chests.

“Let me drive you to your dorm,” Harry says.

“Okay,” Y/N nods. Harry grabs ahold of her hand and leads the way.

Suppose her first day at Yale wasn’t so bad after all, Y/N thinks while clenching Harry’s hand.

[dayasbun]

NSFW alphabet - Zendaya

Summary: title is pretty self explanatory, its for z x female reader

Requested: nope!

Words: 1764!

Warning: just so many things and so much sexual content- big ol nsfw warning is in the title alone so here we go!!! when I wrote this the mood really struck if you know what I mean so…enjoy!

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A=Aftercare

Aftercare is one of her favorite parts of your sexual encounters. Sometimes she’ll give you little massages, and if she spanked you (we’ll get to that) she’ll be sure to check that your bum isn’t in too much pain. Usually sex with Z ends with loads of cuddles with soft kisses… and sometimes another round.

B=Bondage

Zendaya usually isn’t too into bondage unless you two are in a REALLY kinky mood. If it is one of the rare times you two decide to go over the top for a change, she loves tying your wrists and ankles to the bed so that she can have full control over you. This usually leads to a crazy amount of over-stimulation, teasing, and the perfect mix of feeling heaven and hell. She loves to watch you beg for her as you lay there tied up with no way to get what you want except from her.

C=Cum

Z squirts more than you do, but you do sometimes. Though she helps you reach endless and sometimes uncountable orgasms, squirting is something that has always been a bit hard for you to do. However, when you have the chance to take care of your girl, or when you two trib, she usually squirts all over you- which turns you the fuck on and god it makes you want her even more.

D=Dom

She’s 100% a dom in the bedroom. In any other non-sexual situation shes your little sub baby, but in the bedroom if she doesn’t have control, she’ll force control. She knows you can’t say no to her, and she takes advantage of that. Once you attempted to take over and take her spot as dom, and in the end all you had was a sore bottom and a throbbing clit. Some things you should just leave to the master. (And if you were wondering, she definitely tops.)

E=Edgeplay

You two haven’t worked with any edgeplay before- though you’ve talked about breathplay, nothing has ever actually happened…not yet anyway.

F=Fantasy

You both love the cliche teacher and student fantasy. You play the shy student and she acts as the bold teacher that - of course- consensually dominates the student during a help session. You guys have had some of the steamiest sex after acting this out, and lately Z has been talking about adding in some new roleplays- specifically stripper and very interested customer.

G=Got Caught

The last time Zendaya got caught eating you out, she put on a show of acting cocky. She bragged that she had you under such a deep trance that you couldn’t even hear the person coming. On the contrary, you could tell she was slightly embarrassed, but more upset that someone besides herself saw your pussy.

H=Hot Spots

Right above her navel on her toned stomach is somewhere that drives her absolutely wild, and you leave hickeys there quite often. Besides that is a specific spot on her neck, one that is usually covered with extra makeup.

I=Intimacy

Though extremely dominant and controlling, Z is a complete sappy romantic when it comes to having sex. She makes sure she tells you constantly how beautiful you are to her, and points out every little freckle or beauty mark on your body and gives it a name or kisses it. Your comfort is her #1 priority, and your safe word for everything is always ‘jigglypuff’.

J=Journey

Your girlfriend absolutely loves teasing you all day, up until the time you’re alone. It start with something small, like a simple hickey on the neck before she rushes to get ready for the day. Then it leads to a hand on your thigh during a business breakfast you had to attend with her. From there is constant contact with her, she’ll finger you under the table if she has to. She loves to watch you squirm as you crave her, because that means even more begging when you two arrive at home alone.

K=Kinks

She has a massive daddy kink- but she would never admit it. You slip it out sometimes during sex with Z, and though she never says she has one, she always moves faster when she hears you moan out the word 'Daddy’. A quite basic kink; that might be part of the reason why she doesn’t want you to know she secretly loves it. She adores hair pulling, your hands in her hair tugging at the roots as she eats you out like its her last meal.

L=Location

She’ll have sex with you pretty much anywhere. Public sex is one of Zendayas biggest turn ons. Though she never wants to show your body to anyone else because its all hers, public restrooms, specifically the big family ones, are an amazing spot for her to let you buck your pussy against her thigh in a time of need. Even something as risky as a changing room is right up her alley. There’s been countless times she’s made you completely come undone during a business meeting or dinner. Her hand works wonders under a table, considering she can’t see and can only feel. Shes even gone as far to say she dropped her napkin on the floor, and instead licked a long wet stripe in between your folds before sitting up again like nothing happened.

M=Masturbation

Z has multiple toys, some you probably don’t even know about. She doesn’t use them on herself often, more on you. But when you’re gone and the mood strikes, her lavender vibrator along with a few 'my eyes only’ snap videos you’ve recorded for her can get her off just fine- and in a matter of seconds.

N=NO

She’ll never let you turn the tables on her and let you be the dom for the night, unless you trick her so well that you actually get away with it. Any type of buttplugs//assplay are a big no for her as well. The farthest she’ll go with your ass is a firm spank.

O=On’s

Brushes against her lower region while on the couch cuddling, spreading your legs when you 'stretch’. Yawning and a little moan coming out at the end. Wearing that one specific dress to a premier with her just because you know she wants to rip it off of you. and she will. Telling her how bad you want her, but resisting her when she makes a move. Sitting on her lap and bouncing your ass, but claiming you were just 'getting more comfortable’.

P=Position

69+Scissoring//Tribbing. She’ll never ever get tired of those. She says that 'tasting and rubbing up against your pussy is like a drug’, and she would 'love if she could always be high’.

Q=Quickie

Quickies aren’t Zendayas preferred method of sex, but if you two are horny enough…any method works. Above all though, long, sensual, 'love-making sessions’ (that’s what she calls them) are both of your favorite.

R=Rough

Daya is never rough towards you in bed, however she loves when you’re rough towards her. She may keep a hand around your neck when you ride her thigh, or smack your ass quite harshly as you sit on her face, but anything passing that is always consensual and usually rare. Instead, she chooses to leave soft kisses on your body, and hold her hands lightly on your waist.

S=Stamina

Though she talks a big big game, Zendaya is usually done after 3 short rounds, 2 if they’re longer. When she brags about going all night you just grin, knowing that her bragging rights could be snatched away quickly if you opened your mouth. But you have to give her a break, after all shes usually the one putting in most of the work.

T=Toys

As stated before, Z has a large array of toys, mostly just for you. She loves using them to tease you, and sometimes she brings her mini, silent, vibrator bullet with you in public…just in case. Every time you two have sex it seems like a different toy pops up, and according to Z, you’ve only seen less than half of her collection.

U=Unfair

Her teasing is relentless and constant when she wants it to be. She knows every single way to get under your skin and to push all of your buttons all at once, and man does she take advantage of that knowledge.

V=Volume

The things she says- fuck they’re hot. She moans so loud, claiming that everyone should hear her scream her babies name. She groans out every swear word in the book when you hit certain spots perfectly, fuck being the one that usually comes out the most. She praises you as well with things like, “You’re doing so good babygirl”, and “Fuck, you’re like a goddess with how you take care of me”. Pet names (baby, love, angel, princess, etc.) are something she uses during sex and of course during the day, but they always sound better when she’s moaning them instead of saying them.

W=Wild Card

You wore a fairly tight dress to your families Thanksgiving dinner one year, and Zendaya didn’t like that- she swore you did it just to tease her. She ended up literally ripping it off of you in the bathroom- which you fucking loved- immediately after saying the prayer of grace over the food, and then eating you out while simultaneously fingering you as well. The pleasure was so overflowing that you were drowning in it- and she never let you make a sound. Needless to say, you came up with some lame excuse of why you had to change into a more casual outfit, and Z had a fun time explaining why her hair was suddenly wet.

X=X-Ray

She’s very petite, absolutely gorgeous. Her boobs and ass are barely there, but its enough to grab on to if you need. Her nipples always seem to be hard, and her thighs always unknowingly squished together. There’s always a soft smile on her lips when shes with you, due to your presence her resting bitch-face seems to cease. You love everything about her body (and her), from her head to her toes…and you make sure she knows that.

Y=Yearning

Due to your girl traveling and you doing the same, a lot of times there isn’t much time to wait around. Saying you two have constant sex would be inaccurate…but to say that you have it more than the average couple? That would be right on point.

Z=ZZZ

Sleep comes within minutes- sometimes even seconds. You both tend to wear each other out, leading to sleepy time or cuddles after the deed is done.

[paulieshore]

Obey Me / Scm Au Series

Warnings: None

This will be the last chapter without warnings, violence, drama, romance is going to start commencing. S**t is about to hit the fan. --> Ch5

Words: 2667

I do not own the rights to the characters, characters belong to:

·         Obey me! Shall We Date

·         Voltage- Star Crossed Myth

 Chapter 4: Pride and Joy

 It had nearly been a month since you were last in Devildom, not that you were counting. After Zyglavis and his visit yesterday, you felt pretty bummed out. Pretending to be asleep whenever there was a knock at your door. You honestly didn’t want to see anyone or talk to anyone. Constantly asking yourself, over and over again.

‘Why haven’t they contacted, am I just another pawn to other means...’

Depressed would be trivialization.

Another knock at the door disturbed you, turning over in the bed and keeping silent.

Karno’s voice sounds on the other side “Y/N, It’s me. I’m coming in, alright?”

Luckily the door was unlocked, he peaked his head in to the dark room. Noticing she still had the curtains closed, glancing around and catching a little figure shifting beneath the sheet.

Sighing to himself ‘She’s upset…. What did Zyg say to her exactly...’ He slowly walked towards the curtains and drew them open.

The sun light flooded into the room, igniting all the colours and brightening it from its depressing state.

“Y/N I know you’re not asleep… I’m sorry things aren’t the way you want them to be…” He sat himself at the end of the bed. “I care about your wellbeing, and your mental state. Could you try to meet me half way? Shutting yourself out isn’t going to make anything easier, why don’t we do something?”

You were completely submersed under the bedding, grumbling “Like what? I’m not allowed to go anywhere, or do anything. THEY don’t seem to like me too much, so It’s probably best if I just stay here and out of the way.” You barked out, hidden.

You heard Karna begin to laugh, does he find this funny!?

Scrambling to get out of the covers, with the sourest look on your face. You meet Karna’s smiling eyes.

“There she is, come on. Get ready let’s go out” Glowing as he speaks.

It was like he wasn’t even listening to you, “Look, I’m not doing anything, I haven’t-“

*SNAP*

With a snap of his fingers you were completely dressed, out of the jammies you were snug in. You looked down and noticed the attention to detail, you’ve seen this dress before... It was the one you wore the day you got your driver’s license!

Your ‘good luck dress’. You were about to say something to him when he spoke.

“The day you got your license, you wore that dress. Y/N, I have had the duty, no the honour… Watching you grow from a shy, happy go lucky girl, to the woman you are today.” Karno looks down to the floor, a slight shade of pink graces his cheeks.

“You were so happy when you held your passing certificate. Cheering about the freedom, you were so nervous, considering you failed twice before this test…. Do you remember how down you were then? Do you remember the sense of achievement you got when you tried and tried until you succeeded?” He finally looks back, pushing off the bed and standing. “No matter how tough a situation is, you never give up. That’s just who you are, so, don’t give up now.” Tilting his head slightly to the side.

Maybe it was because at this present moment you longed for someone to care. Someone to reach out and just say something that made you feel like you mattered. You felt yourself choking up, nodding along to what he had said.

“Thank you, sir.”

Karno scoffed following with a chuckle, “You really need to stop being so formal, I know we’re old but you don’t have to constantly point it out.”

Your eyes met, and the room was next filled with laughter.

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The House of Lamentation

“Luci love, where are you hiding? Come now Luci, Mammon is crying for you, the game is over. You win my boy.”

“Grawrrrr!!!” A young Lucifer jumps from behind a pillar.

Fate turns around, pretending to be frightened, “Oh my, some-body please save me!”

“No, no, I’m playing mom. See it’s me! Your pride and joy!” Shaking his hands, showing a toothy grin.

She bends down and brushes the hair from his face “Luci…. Lucifer…...”

…

“Yo, Lucifer man wake up” Mammon starts shaking his brother who’s dosed off in a chair.

Lucifer slowly opens his eyes, squinting at Mammon.

“Man, not like you to fall asleep so unguarded around the house like this.” Mammon leans on the wall looking down to him.

Lucifer rubs his face “I was not asleep, I was just… resting my eyes.”

“Pfft, yea okay then! You were clearly asleep, smiling away. Hey, you better not have been dreaming about Y/N!” He folds his arms and looks at Lucifer suspiciously.

“No, I was having a delightful thought on how I am going to punish you today.” Looking to Mammon with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Mammon’s face drops and drains of its colour “I’m out!!!” with that, he was gone. Brushing passed Belphie, at high speed.

Belphie watches as his idiot brother scurries away, turning his attention to Lucifer dazing off into the distant. “What did he do now?”

Lucifer responds without even a glance, “Nothing…. Yet.”

Belphie examines his brother, clearly noticing something off. Lucifer was always busy, reports, meetings, you name it, he was on it. Finding him sitting here doing nothing rather than relaxing in his room, alone, spelled suspicion. “What going on with you?” He steps closer.

“…”

“Same as usual then, hiding things, are you?” Belphie says with distain, turning to leave.

Lucifer still staring off, “do you ever think of her?”

Belphie stops in his tracks, looking back “Who? Y/N? Of course, I think it’s safe to say we all miss-“

Lucifer stands up, “No, of mother.”

Belphie is taken back, speechless; blinking his eyes numerously.

“Never-mind, forget I asked anything...” Taking large strides distancing himself, retreating away to wherever he needed to be.

…

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Belphie thought about what Lucifer said as he walked back to his room. He flopped not so gracefully onto his bed and gripped his pillow tighter…

‘The others already seemed to mix Y/N up with Lilith, sure she is her decadent, but that’s all… But to be mother’s incarnation, that throws a spanner into the works.’

Belphie was thinking, he felt bad for you... Not that he’d ever admit it to ya. Though the more he thought about it the more it made sense, you reminded him so much of her. Only mother wasn’t nearly as dull and gullible as you were.

Grinning to himself.

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Human Realm: Some-where

“Karno, where exactly are we going?” You say as you two waltz around the busy streets.

Even with Karna dressed in ‘civilian’ clothing, people were stopping and staring in awe of him. When you had gone to London with Lucifer, Satan and Mammon, you guys walked around pretty much unnoticed. Well except for Mammon was accused of murder, that yanked a lot of unwanted attention…

But this, Karno still glowed no matter what he wore. People were acting as though he was some sort of celebrity!

“Your friend Solomon lives nearby, I thought I could meet you half way and we’d see someone from school.” He turns to you and smiles.

Solomon!?!

You practically jumped on Karno, “REALLY, SERIOUSLY!? THANK YOU, THANK YOU!” Giving him one of those bear hugs Beel would give you.

Karno’s face went a bright red before placing a hand atop your head, “Okay, okay settle down. Don’t want the others to start bugging you for hugs now...”

You looked up and asked Karno what he meant.

“You see, the departments have reflecting pools. It allows us to do our jobs. Each of the Ministers have private ones in their rooms, down here and in heaven. While the rest of us, use the shared reflecting pools. We can see everything that is happening, chances are we are being watched.” Pointing up to the sky, awkwardly.

You dropped your arms to your side, and as Karno began to walk away… You stuck your tongue out towards the sky, like a child. Moments later there was a crash of thunder, even though the skies were clear. You nearly jumped out of your skin and ran frantically to Karno’s side.

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The House of Gods

“Cheeky.” Leon smirks to himself, watching two figures in the pool.

He found himself constantly watching the way the girl smiled at the simplest things. The way she swayed here and there, drunk on life it seemed.

This fragile life, an incarnation.

She lived and studied alongside demons the last year of her life.

Demons… Who were once pupils, ‘friends’ he could have once said?

Now, the filthiest of filth. He disagreed with how Diavolo wished for everyone to happily live alongside each other, like the old days.

Look how that turned out, but what the King says is law. Probably just another one of his twisted games, that’s probably why he agreed to Diavolo’s proposal. When he heard Lucifer was now Diavolo’s right hand man, furious would be a watered-down word for how he felt.

That brat once served him, now… Made him sick to think.

This girl survived alongside those brutes, even cared for them. It was laughable, Karno’s little side job. To think she is her, or apart of her, perhaps another one of those twisted games.

He shook his head and returned to his desk, picking up the reports on the side.

Knocking at his door-

“Enter” He roars.

Huedaut steps into the Chief Ministers room, “Ah Leon, you are here. You’ve been spending a lot of time down here.”

“…and you haven’t?” Leon looks to Hue with a smug expression.

Hue shakes his head, “Unlike you, I’m tasked to ensuring the little lamb doesn’t relapse with sickness. She was suffocating with miasma when she first arrived, it’s a miracle she didn’t die.” Looking down to the files on Leon’s desk.

Leon pulls a bottle of wine from his desk, “Is it though?” he then proceeds to grab two wine glasses from the cabinet behind. “Drink with me, talk.”

Hue doesn’t say anything, he nods his head and proceeds to take on of the seats infront of the desk.

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Human Realm: Solomon’s Apartment

Karno said he’d stick close by, giving you some space to visit your friend. He told you the apartment number, and off you went. You hoped he was home, knocking on his door…

The door opened, “Y/N?” He smiles to you and steps to the side “Come in, it’s been some time.”

“I’m sorry for turning up un-announced, I was in the neighbourhood and thought I’d pop in!” You bow to him.

He gave you a questioning look, “Yea, how did you know where I lived though?”

You panicked, nobody said whether or not you could throw around the gods as excuses so quickly telling him Asmo’s once mentioned it to you.

“Ah, Asmodeus… Once he brought a load of women here with him, I thought I was going to kill him that night….” Solomon shakes his head with a scowl “I probably wouldn’t have been so angry but at 4 am in the morning….”

You burst into laughter, “Sounds like him!”

It felt quite relaxing chatting away with Solomon, you were caught up with everything down below as far as Solomon knew.

“So, have you spoken to any of them recently?” He refills your cup of tea.

You fell silent, and shook your head.

Solomon could see you were upset, “Have you tried? Where have you been this time? Home?”

Again, still silent, you shook your head.

A sudden knock at the door-

Made you jumpy, Solomon slowly got up and answered. “Uh hello, can I help you?”

Karno was standing opposite, “Hi, I’m here to bring Y/N back home” Giving Solomon one of those charismatic smiles.

Solomon leans back and calls you to the door. You thank Solomon for his time today and tell him you’ll have to meet up again, when he tells you to wait one moment. He leaves the door and goes further into his apartment, you turn to Karno.

“We have to leave already?”

He gives you a pathetic smile, “I’m sorry but it’s not entirely safe for you to be out for so long, I am sorry…”

You realise then Karno took a huge risk taking you out today, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry for sounding ungrateful! It literally only hit me now, thank you Karno!”

Just then Solomon returns and hands you a gift. You accept it and thank him with a look of curiosity.

“Don’t worry its nothing bad *laughs* Its pictures I’ve collected during our year at RAD. There are some good ones in there from the retreat at Diavolo’s castle, I’ve also put my number in the box. Feel free to text me, it’s my personal mobile number” Solomon reaches out and just barely touches your shoulder.

“Thank you” Bowing.

Solomon watched the two leave, or watched the man more so. His aura was familiar to Simeon and Luke’s only much, much stronger. ‘So, she’s staying with them I take it’ Thinking to himself.

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The House of Lamentation

Lucifer was sitting at his desk, trying to look over recent reports.

Trying being the word.

Remembering his mentor’s teachings, her kind words of encouragement.

.

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“When I grow up, I’m going to be just like you and father Hue!” Little Lucifer exclaimed.

She shook her head to him, “No my love.”

Remembering the feeling of being wronged in that moment...

She then scooped him up, “I want you to be better than us” planting kisses all over his face.

The memories of his childhood…

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He couldn’t focus, setting down the files, another thought occurred.

‘We never wrote back!’

He practically jumped from his seat, texting his brothers to meet in the dinner hall immediately. Then rushing out the door of his room, as he passed by rooms, he heard phones binging. Quickly one by one each of the boys following suit and making their ways to the hall.

“What’s this about?” Satan shows the text.

Levi moans, “I was in the middle of a boss battle…”

…

They all fall silent as they observe Lucifer’s strange state.

He stands tall and crosses his arms, “We never replied back to Y/N’s letter...”

“That’s is?!”

“Yes.”

Everyone pondered a moment before Mammon spoke, “Well THE great Mammon, Y/N first boy, actually wrote her a letter.” Puffing his chest in victory.

“Wow do you actually have enough in your vocabulary to write a full letter?” Satan teases.

“That’s enough” Lucifer jumps in before the situation detours, “Mammon bring your letter now, if you all wish to write one, I will give you an hour before I leave to the human realm.”

Everyone looks in scepticism.

“The human realm? Isn’t she with those ‘gods’?” Belphie points out.

Lucifer nods, “Yes, but if memory serves me well, the house of gods is located in a rundown looking mansion…. In the human realm.”

Beel’s eyes bright up, “I wanna come too, I want to see Y/N, you’ll come to right Belphie?”

Before anyone has a chance, Lucifer dismisses “No, it won’t be safe. You seem to forget…..” Trailing off.

Belphie approaches, “No, we know. Remember what you promised us? We will do this as a family, you don’t have to do everything yourself. You’re not the only one who has to bear the burdens.”

Lucifer looked to his younger siblings who were all nodding and anticipating his response.

“Very well, then we should set off. We should see for our very own eyes how she’s doing.”

.

Heaven

The king looks down in the pool with distaste.

“How unexpected” He says sarcastically.

“Altair, come to me.”

A handsome little boy appears before the king, “Yes your highness!”

“I have a message for Scorpio, see to it”

…

To Be Continued

CH1 - CH2 - CH3 - CH5

 Story has also been uploaded to AO3 

Thanx for all the support, you know what to do! xxxx

[lgcmax]

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎 ! i’m coming to you with a very late intro, i know, but i swear i’m not usually this unprepared !! anyways, my name is jada, and this is my chaotic baby maxwell “ MAX ” choi ! i love him to death already and can’t wait to start writing with him ! i was here long ago with the short-lived yet beloved zhao chenglei, but life got in the way ! the two are very different, yet i’m even more stoked to be here the second time around & get things going ! i did create him kind of spontaneously, so his plots & bio page is still wip, but you can find his profile here, and some trivia & plot bunnies below ! oh, and LIKE THIS if you’d like to plot, maybe ? i’ll stop talking now, but i hope to hear from you soon !

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 !

first generation canadian who hails from toronto, canada ! a snow baby forever and always, he loved living there and has nothing but good memories there !

he was born maxwell choi, and he’s still called that by family and some old friends, but once he got to middle school he felt the name was too fancy and wasn’t fitting so dropped the “well” and just became MAX !

though he’s canadian, he’s never really felt he was lacking in terms of his korean identity ! both his parents were born and raised there, korean is actually his first language, and he was taught english through school. since he was two he’s been going to korea for the summer to visit his family, too,  so he’s always felt really connected to his culture !

his dad’s a car salesman at his own dealerhsip, and his mom’s an attorney, so he’s lived a really comfortable life. it’s easy to see where his charisma comes from, too ! growing up his dad was more involved in his upbringing, while his mom was on the colder side, so he’s closer to him as he’s the one who was the most loving toward him then and now !

he was expected to take over his dad’s position at the dealership when he was older, but as he grew up he noticed his absolute lack of passion for the career. he thought it fit his dad well, yet couldn’t see him doing something like that !

but during his teenage years he discovered his love for rap ! he always loved listening to it, but when he started rapping along he discovered his true passion.

he didn’t really know what to do with that, however, as it wasn’t a very stable career ! it wasn’t until 2016 when he met someone online through a video game & they became friends that things changed ! they would talk a lot & eventually they introduced him to the world of kpop and ... boom ! everything changed for him. when he realized it wasn’t all girls in frilly skirts ( which hey, wasn’t too bad either ) he found himself being engulfed in this entirely new music genre !

fast forward all the way to 2019, when he auditioned for the company ! it was in january, and there was no way he thought he was gonna make it. they were giving out cds to those who auditioned, and he really just wanted to hear some haru, but it was quite literally the biggest surprise of his life when he got accepted !

his mom was enitrely, and i mean e n t i r e l y, against the idea. she thought a career in the idol industry was fleeting and not profitable and thought it was an embarrassment for him to be apart of. while his father wasn’t thrilled and still has hopes for him to inherit the dealership, he was content seeing his son happy and hoped for his success.

so off max went, to the big city of seoul !! unlike some foreign trainees it wasn’t some great transition for him, in fact he adjusted pretty well ! he had the benefit of being well-travelled and having visited the country often, as well as being comfortable in his korean.

it wasn’t all peaches and roses, however, and he did have some difficulty ! it was the first time he was coming to stay, so he had a tendency to get homestick, and despite everything, he still stuck out. he had a lot of mannerisms, style choices, and just obvious indicators he was a foreigner. he also had to finish off the last semester of his senior year in korea, and he was bummed he missed out on those senior year experiences like graduation, senior parties, and just being with the people he’d grown up with !

whenever he was having trouble, he couldn’t really call home either, since he knew they doubted him and didn’t want to give them any more reason to ! he’s not really the type to share when he’s feeling down, so he really internalized a lot of his emotions at the time, and the bit that he didn’t he confided in with his few friends he’d made by then. definitely a bit of a rough patch for him !

he also may have had some trouble getting along with trainees ! he has a very blunt & extroverted personality, which didn’t really fit with typical korean social norms !

 aside from that, max was a LOT more chill than some of these people. he was passionate about rapping, but some trainees were “debut-or-die” level and he just wasn’t that far ! he’d just kind of look at them like .... why are you making this such a big deal ? i’m just here to have fun ?? so he had a tendency to slack off a lot during the first few months of training and try to bend the rules as much as he could behind the trainer’s backs without getting caught ! which i can imagine would get on some trainee’s nerves.

he does go to university, a condition by his parents for letting him go to korea. he’s a music production major and marketing minor at the moment, but he’s changed his mind quite a few times ! honestly, he’s not all that interested in attending school, but doesn’t have much of a choice and knows it’s an important backup should this whole idol thing not work ! he does enjoy the social life he gets from it, though, because he would’ve had a much harder time adjusting and meeting friends had he not been in school.

now, he’s still pretty sluggish, but after a few company punishments, he’s shaping up and learning how to work harder. he just passed his year anniversary training with the company, and though he has a lot to learn he’s showed promise in his time there !

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

very extroverted !!! and he always has been. he feels really comfortable and large environments and is the main reason he thrives as an idol ! can and will pick up a conversation with just about anyone, particularly those who aren’t like him but rather on the more introverted spectrum !

like stated before, he doesn’t really like talking about his emotions if they’re personal / negative. it makes him uncomfortable & awkward and thinks it makes everyone else feel that way too, so avoids it like the plague. if he’s emotional with you ... you’re a keeper !

tends to make light out of every scenario, due to his optimistic nature. he has the mentality that life’s too short to be stressed, so does his best to avoid it whenever he gets the chance ! it can be appropriate at times, and sometimes people perceive it as him not taking things seriously, but really he’s trying to make things better !

a little cocky, considering his lack of experience. he kind of thinks he’s the s***, and he honestly could use a little more humility ! but he’s used to being held on this sort of pedestal, and because of it has a looot of confidence a lot of the time !

very loyal, once you befriend him he’s yours for life ! he values trust and longevity in a friendship, so does his all to give it to you. on the other hand, if you lose his trust, things .... get a little disastrous. he isn’t one to forgive something like that and will quite literally block someone out his life if they do break his trust.

on that note ... he’s also very stubborn !! he likes things the way he wants them, and can hold a grudge for years if he wants to. this is one of the exceptions to his “ hakuna matata ” mentality lmao, but he’s working on it ! he used to have trouble accepting criticism from trainers if he didn’t agree with them, but is slowly getting better at listening to feedback in order to improve.

tends to be a little manipulative ! he doesn’t mean to use it maliciously, but it does sometimes go like that. like i said, he’s got that desire to win other’s over to get what he wants like his parents, so ... that can translate into a little deception !

loves loves loves video games !!! will talk about them all day, if you ask. he’s been hooked ever since the first time he got a controller in his hand and is always looking for some new gaming buddies !

has a secret tiktok account that he can’t really publicize but people have to know ?? he just renegades too good not to have some practice folks

he compulsively says “ let’s get it ” and “ boom ” like the joke he is and it’s a problem, really !! someone please call him out or just .... stop him

also !! he is entirely too CLUMSY for his good. he trips over people, trips over his own limbs, trips over a i r !! there’s just no telling with this guy. he’s so stupid when it comes to coordination, i swear, i almost worry he needs to see a doctor lmao !! but thank god for his clumsiness coming in handy at the exact moment he needs to have a little humility.

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 !

the friend he played video games with who introduced him to kpop ( see above ) !! they’ve been friends for roughly 3 years now and they’re the reason he even considered pursuing a career as an idol, so i imagine they’ve grown pretty close ! since they played online, this person doesn’t have to be from canada, and really any muse that knew korean or english well enough to communicate back then ! 

are there any canadian muses ?? i’m not sure ! if there is, i’d love to have some childhood friends who he grew up with ! give me all the angst, softness, or romance that you can muster up !! i love a good backstory.

some friends who he spent the summers in korea with ! he visited june through august of every year, and sometimes spent other holiday breaks there. so there’s definitely a chance for them to grow close ! maybe even a short-lived romance where they hadn’t expected to meet again ??

a senior / older trainee who showed max the ropes ! while he knew a good deal about korea he didn’t have a clue about being a trainee, so definitely could’ve used a bit of help there !! unintentionally this person became a sort of parental figure to max, even if they didn’t mean to or if they’re not significantly older ! either way, they were his first real source of support since the move, and nowadays he’s still very close to them and looks to them for any sort of help or advice he needs !

pleeeeease give him a little crush !! he goes out his way to impress those that he likes, and turns into a true softie !! on the other hand, a bitter exes plot or even exes on good terms could be fun too ! can you tell i’m a romantic yet ? 😥

someone who’s entirely put off by the thought of max ! someone who, unlike him, is planned, logical, or very cutthroat and passionate about becoming an idol ! give me someone to nitpick him for his lifestyle, and someone for him to bicker with and just create a little drama !! 

video game buddies !! he doesn’t have the whole setup like he used to back home, but he does nearly always have his switch on him if your muse is in the mood for a little friendly competition !! fair warning .... he does get competitive !

male dorm h and male rookie evening trainee group gang, let’s go !! that’s a lot to say, but in simple terms, if your muse trains or dorms with him let’s get something going ! max is still a new trainee and needs some friends to spend the long days with, he promises to  make it worth their while !! max has the power of making nearly every scenario entertaining, after all !