#myself so ! unless i can come up w something to suggest confidently enough i should just keep my mouth shut

[chiisana-lion]

get me out of here (final year group project meeting)

[sugarmaplewings-fics]

Insecure Thicc!Reader

Pairings: BNHA Boys x reader

Warnings: Some spicy bits, but not too crazy, a little crude, kinda implied fem! in some bits, but you can just skip over those points if ya want

Characters: Bakugou, Kirishima, Dabi

Author’s Note:

Hello! This is the first time I’ve written for Dabi so I hope his turned out ok! As a thicc girl myself, I kinda poured my heart out a bit for this request. I hope you enjoy these little headcanons (I kinda went crazy oop—)!

If you’re feeling insecure, remember that you’re beautiful, no matter what other people say! I’m still on my own journey of self-love, but I hope that this can bring a bit of comfort to anyone who is anywhere on that road.

I know that it says Mirio, but I don't write for him so I contacted the requester and they swapped him out for Dabi.

I love you guys! Hope you like it!

-Sugar

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Bakugou:

My mans Bakugou

He can appreciate some nice booty

I'm just going to jump straight to cuddling here because that's what I feel like doing

In public, Bakugou isn't all that affectionate

I am by no means saying he wouldn't gladly flaunt your relationship and yell about how wonderful and attractive his s/o is, but for the most part he likes to keep it between you two

But during down time, when there's nothing to do and all evening to do it, he wants you in his lap

SNUGGLING

He a stronk boi, you're sitting on his lap whether you like it or not

You are his human teddy bear, and you're going to have a hard time getting him to let you go

He wants to touch you all over and let his hands sink into your soft, plush body

Cheeks? Perfect for kissing and squeezing between his fingers

Your chest? He likes to hold you in his hands and test the weight of your boobs. They're so nice and soft and squeezable

Tummy? Bakugou's all over giving you soft, slow kisses over your skin, sucking a little into his mouth and between his teeth to nibble on

Thighs? He's touching on them constantly. If ever he's feeling possessive over you, his hands are going to fly to your legs and give them a solid squeeze to remind you you're his

Butt? Like I said, he loves it. He likes smacking it at every opportunity. Watching the resulting jiggle is the most satisfying and enticing thing to him

He likes to hold you at night, either his hands firmly clasping those lower cheeks or simply having it pressed into him. As much as he can get, he'll take

…

Now, if he ever catches you saying something bad about yourself, you're done for

You say it when you're home alone together? He's going to prove to you how beautiful and valuable you are through any methods he can think of

Lecture consisting mostly of him yelling about how much he loves you? Check

Tackling you in an aggressive hug and pinning you to the bed only to point out and gently kiss everything you dislike about yourself, telling you how much he loves it? Check

There's another thing I could mention he'd do, but my mom might read this, so I don't want to get into it, buuutt you can fill it in yourself 👀—

Say something bad out in public? He's going to give you a death glare and pull you aside as soon as he can to tell you to stop

If someone makes a nasty comment about you, they got a big storm comin

Let's just say that, after an extensive apology from the person, you probably won't see them again for weeks

Bakugou knows how to get to people

…

Katsuki doesn't care about what you look like, as long as you're happy and healthy

He values how you carry yourself and how you treat him. Something as superfluous as appearance isn’t on his mind when choosing and loving a partner

He's a good person to vent to as well. It may not seem like he’s listening sometimes, but he his. His insight is truly outstanding. There's something about him where, when he wants to, he always knows the right thing to say

13/10 loves you just the way you are and knows you're beautiful. Would not hesitate bitch to throw hands to anyone who says otherwise

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Kirishima:

Idk if this is me just self projecting onto him or whatever, but high key I think Kirishima could have a thing for thicc people

Nothing against our skinny queens and kings! He'd love you either way

But like, I can 100% see it

So he honestly gets kinda offended when he realizes you're insecure about your body

He understands why you feel this way—he's not blind to the fact that you're a little bigger than some other people

What really gets him is why you put so much pressure on yourself to look a certain way. To him, you're the most beautiful wonderful person in his world. Why would you be so negative towards yourself?

He knows how it feels to be insecure, especially with appearance

If you want to change yourself, he's 100% supportive. Mans is literally the most perfect gym buddy and would love to be by your side on your journey of self improvement

If you're not interested in changing your appearance, whether it be simply just for now or even never, guess what? He's 100% supportive!

I've seen this everywhere, and if you're also a regular in this niche of fanfic, I'm sure you have too, but Kiri is the biggest hype man

New outfit? He's all over telling you how good you look. Flaunt it, babes!

New makeup look? Amazing! Beautiful!

Did something different with your hair? Yesyesyesyesyes

And he's completely genuine in his praise as well. It's not manly to be fake about your thoughts and beliefs, and he knows for a fact that you're beautiful, just the way you are. Confidence goes perfectly with any look!

…

When it comes to cuddling, he's all over you

He'll respect it if you're uncomfortable being touched in some places, but what he wants most is to be as handsy with you as possible

He just wants to run his hands over every surface of your body. Nothing suggestive about it (unless you're in the mood! 😉), he just wants to feel you

Boob pillow? That's all his. It's like there's one magnet in your chest and another in the side of his head. They're just so soft and plush and squishy?? To die for! Even if your chest is comparatively small, he's still on you. You can't stop him

When his head isn't planted on your chest, it's settled on your belly. He likes the warmth against his cheek and finds every aspect of it cute

Rolls? Adorable! Stretch marks? Beautiful! Hair? Pretty!

11/10 you're getting tummy kithes and little teasing tickles every night you spend together

He loves your thighs. Being a little grabby with them is totally his thing

Yet another place to leave kisses. Maybe even love bites too `O.O`

Great place for him to take little naps. Literally I cannot stress enough how comfortable he finds you, immersed in your scent, cheek comfortably resting on the tops of your legs, your fingers carding through his soft red hair. You are literally Heaven on Earth to him

Insecure about your arms? He loves them. They lead to you, and give him the best cuddles and hugs ever in the whole wide world. He'll kiss them all the way up and down until you admit they're not so bad

That goes for everything though. If he catches you talking bad about yourself or your body, he will tackle you and start kissing you all over until you admit how beautiful you are

KISSES ON YOUR CHEEKS. CHUBBY CHEEKS ARE VERY ADORABLE AND COMPLETELY FREE KISSING REAL ESTATE

He won't hesitate to carry you around or let you sit on his lap. He's a hero (or even just training to be a hero). He's super strong and manly, and besides, what else are those muscles for? Punching bad guys? Nah, he's more interested in holding his favorite person in the world (oop, that's you!)

Doesn't matter how heavy you are (I'm also talking to all yee who are 200lbs+. I see you. He's got you), he can pick you up. Carrying around his s/o is 100% mandatory and you can't say no (well, I mean, you can but like, only if you truly mean it)

Any days you feel down on yourself, he can be a little more serious

He's a great listener and will hear every word you have to say without interrupting, even though a part of him wants to interject any time you may try to call yourself ugly or unattractive

Once you've vented everything out, he'll pull you into his arms and let you settle on his lap. Then he'll give you the hype/pep talk you need

Anything you don't like about yourself, he'll go on a whole rant about how much he loves it. It's not a flaw, it's just a part of who you are. And because it's a part of you, Kirishima is going to love it, no matter how much resentment you may feel towards it

He's a big hugger, so he wants to have you as close to him as he can. It helps him feel like he's making you feel better

…

Heaven forbid someone tries to give you trouble for how you look

He won't react as explosively as Bakugou, but they still better be praying

Kirishima's going to give them a good long talk about treating others with respect and being manly. He's not leaving until they apologize

All in all, Kirishima will forever love you for who you are. He doesn't care about your body shape or size. As long as you're healthy and happy and being your best self, he's going to be all for you

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Dabi:

So this guy is not having ya insecure BS

He doesn't see any problem with the way you look

He really grows to like your body even more than he expected over the course of the relationship

He likes how much more of you he has to grab and kiss and smack (affectionately)

He's pretty open with PDA

He likes grabbing your ass where everyone can see and giving you a nice squeeze just to let you and everyone else know you're his

He's into making out with you behind the bar, just waiting for someone to walk in on you

Dabi isn't big on being soft in public, but behind closed doors, you'd find him giving softer kisses and lighter touches

Initially isn't big on cuddling but opens up to it more as he finds how soft and huggable you are

You can bet you're sitting on his lap whenever you can, whether it's alone together in your room or even during a meeting; this man has no shame (not that he should be)

When you open up to him about your insecurities, he'll be a little upset

He sees nothing wrong with you at all, so why is your body something to be upset over? If anything, he's more attracted to you like this

He has a bit of a hard time finding himself attractive due to his burns (he's so wrong tho), so in that sense, he can somewhat understand

Decides to make a bit of a pact with you to stop being so insecure about yourselves and making a big deal out of appearances

You both love each other for who you are, and that's what's important

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[petersasteria]

What If - Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom x Reader, Harry x Reader

Requested? Yes! I combined the requests of @rubberducky-jrr​ and anon

Hamilrequest #6

This is inspired by ‘Perfidy’ by @peeterparkr​ !! Chapter 10 to be specific. If you haven’t read that yet, what’re you doing here- you should check that out first and then come back here HAHAHAHA! If you’ve read it already, go ahead and read this.

And don’t worry I asked permission from her and she said it was okay. Nancy, thank you so much for giving me your blessing and I will forever cherish it. I hope I didn’t disappoint you in this one.

“At least my dear Eliza’s his wife. At least I keep his eyes in my life.”

Summary: In which Tom thinks about what could’ve been

The music was getting loud and you walked away from your little group to get a drink for yourself. On your way back, you saw Tom making out with some girl. Suddenly you felt dizzy and you felt your heart stop upon seeing the scene. You felt your heart break then and there. You had something special with him you know?

You drank the drink in your hand all in one go and put it on some table next to where you were standing. You walked to Sam and told him you were going home. Sam had a feeling that he knew why you were going home, so he didn’t stop you from leaving.

Harry saw you leaving and he frowned at the state you were in. He stood up from his seat and followed you, but Sam stopped him when you were already out of the place.

“Sam, let me go!” Harry sighed and slightly pushed him away. Sam shook his head and grabbed his arm instead, “Harry, just leave her alone for a bit. She needs her time alone.”

“Surely she needs someone!” Harry said, annoyance present in his tone.

“You think I don’t know that?!” Sam raised his voice. “In case you’re forgetting, I’m her best friend too. But let’s give her some space to think and she’ll tell us what’s wrong when she’s ready.”

Harry sighed and shook his head, “Fine. Let’s give her a week or so.”

Since that night, you spent the week cooped up in your house and not leaving. You basically felt worthless. Tom didn’t even apologize for what he did. Not even a half-assed apology through text. Nothing.

However, you did miss everyone around you. You completely fell off the grid. You didn't answer calls and messages and when your phone died, you didn't bother charging it. You didn't go out of your house unless it was to throw the trash or get the mail.

You missed going out without the fear of seeing Tom making out with some chick. You missed meeting up with your friends from work. Heck, you missed your work and that says a lot. You missed your best friends: Sam and Harry.

You wondered how they were doing and if they were okay. You figured that maybe, just maybe, they gave you some space; already having a feeling that something bad had happened. You missed Sam and his cooking. You missed Harry. You were closer with him than you are with Sam. 

'I wonder what he's up to right now…' you thought.

You were eating pizza on your kitchen island when you heard a knock on the door. You groaned, not wanting to leave your seat. So you did just that. You didn’t care who was knocking on the door. But whoever was knocking must have cared, because they were violently knocking at the door at this point.

You huffed and took one more bite of pizza before putting it in the box and walking to open the door. You didn’t check the peephole before you opened the door so you said everything you had in mind, “I was having such a peaceful day and-,” you looked up and saw Harry, “Oh, hi Harry.”

“Hey!” he smiled at you as he adjusted the strap of his bag. “And you got a little something on your chin.”

Your hand immediately flew to your chin and wiped pizza sauce and a few crumbs off. You gave Harry a tight-lipped smile and nodded at him to enter. “Sorry, it’s a mess. I haven’t been cleaning up.”

Harry looked around and scrunched his face when he saw a sock on top of the backrest of the couch, “Yeah, I can tell.”

You closed the door and motioned for him to follow you to the kitchen island, “I didn’t feel like cooking anything for myself so I ordered pizza. Feel free to get one.”

You sat on your previous seat and he sat across from you as he watched you eat the rest of the pizza that you ate before he knocked. He put his bag on the table and both of you sat there in silence and somehow it was comforting. Maybe because you have someone with you.

“So, you completely went off the grid for a week. What’s up?” Harry questioned, breaking the silence. You looked at him, “Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. I know you. You’re my best friend.” Harry sighed.

As much as it pained him to say that, it was the truth. You grew up together and dealt with everything together. He’s had feelings for you for such a long time and you didn’t know that. He always wanted to be more, but he was too shy to ask you out.

“It’s Tom, isn’t it?” Harry asked in a soft voice. You only nodded.

This broke his heart even more. Harry loves you with everything in him, but you loved his brother. Harry knew that Tom was aware of his feelings for Y/N and it made Harry angry that Tom would hurt the girl he’s in love with.

Harry didn’t push you to say anything more, because it was clear that you didn't want to talk about it. Instead, he nodded to himself and distracted you. “Let’s go out and have fun, yeah? I brought my camera with me, I figured we could do a little photo shoot too.” Harry suggested. “Plus, you need sunlight, you need to change your clothes and you probably need a shower.”

“Fuck you.” you joked, but you stood up anyway.

Harry smiled and stood up too, “You get ready while I clean around here. It’ll be quicker.”

“Okay, thanks.” You went up the stairs but stopped halfway to glance at Harry who was finding a Tupperware for your leftover pizzas, “Where are we going?”

Harry looked at you and shrugged before grabbing a Tupperware big enough to fit the pizzas in it, “Anywhere you want and we can do whatever you want. You’re the boss today.”

You blushed, “Okay.” You continued your way up the stairs and went to your room.

-

For your whole day with Harry, you felt like yourself again. You were really in a dark  place for what Tom did to you, but Harry made your troubles disappear. He was like a breath of fresh air in your lungs that used to be polluted by Tom.

It was indeed refreshing.

It made you realize that Harry has always been there for you. You also realized that he’s always looking at you and he drops everything to be with you. It took you awhile to realize it, but it's better late than never.

So you told him that same day when he brought you home.

"Thanks for today, Harry. You made me feel a lot better." You smiled at him as he walked you to your door that night.

He shrugged and gave you a boyish smile, "That's what I'm here for."

"I need to tell you something that I literally just realized, like, a few hours ago." You told him and cleared your throat. Harry stared at you and you took his silence as a signal to continue, “Harry, I realized that you’ve always been here for me and I also realized that you drop everything to just be with me.”

“What’s your point?” Harry asked nervously.

“Do you, maybe, have feelings for me?” you asked in a small voice. You felt stupid for asking, but you just wanted to make sure especially after Tom fucked you over.

“W-Well, I, I like-” Harry stuttered as he looked away from you and focused elsewhere. You just looked at him with confusion written on your face. He glanced at you and sighed, “Yes. I have feelings for you. For a long time now, actually. I understand if this is awkward and-”

You cut him off with a kiss. He looked surprised but it didn’t take long for him to close his eyes and kiss back. Both of you melted into the kiss and it felt right. You pulled away first and you looked at each other with shy smiles on your faces.

“I take it, you feel the same?” Harry said with a chuckle. You nodded, “I wouldn’t kiss you if I didn’t feel the same way.”

That was three years ago. Harry told everyone that you were dating a week after that kiss. Everyone was happy for both of you, especially Sam. Sam was glad that you’re dating his twin. He thought you deserved each other and as much as he loved Tom, he was a dick to you.

Tom.

Tom was extremely bitter that you were dating his brother, but at the same time, he was happy. Unbeknownst to everyone, Tom really felt the same for you and he couldn’t help but think of what could’ve happened if he wasn’t an ass and if he just told you that he felt the same.

But if he told you that, Harry would get hurt and he didn’t want that. Tom may love you, but Harry’s his brother. Tom knew he had to put Harry first. He honestly didn’t expect Harry to actually date you. It sounded selfish, but Tom always thought that Harry would be too shy to ask you out and Tom was kind of confident that he had a chance with you.

Well, thinking that was a big mistake. It was an even bigger mistake for Tom to think that you wouldn’t last. But here he was three years later, at a party that Harry threw, across the room from where you and Harry are. Tom bitterly scoffed at the sight and downed the rest of his beer.

“Throwing yourself a pity party, eh?” 

Tom turned away from you and Harry and looked at his left only to find Harrison with a smirk on his face. Tom rolled his eyes and told Harrison to fuck off.

“You could’ve had her, Tom.” Harrison shook his head at his best friend.

“You think I didn’t know that already?” Tom retorted. “Mind your own business.”

Harrison pursed his lips and slightly nodded. He stayed at his spot next to Tom and looked at you and Harry. A smile crept up Harrison’s face when he heard both of you laughing at something Sam said. Harrison looked back at Tom who was miserable, “What’s going on in your head? Talk to me.”

“I just thought she’d be mine, you know? Yeah, okay we had our differences but doesn’t everyone have those?” Tom said. “I know it’s selfish and mean of me, but I kept thinking that they wouldn’t last. Joke’s on me, because they’ve been together for three years now and I don’t think Y/N would be leaving him soon. I like to think that maybe one day she’ll get tired of him or they’ll get into a huge fight and lead them to break up and I’ll be there to hold her.”

Harrison opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the music stopping and Harry speaking.

“Hello everyone! Y/N and I have an announcement to make.” Harry said excitedly as he looked at you with so much love in his eyes. Everyone looked at both of you intently. You nodded at Harry and he cleared his throat and looked at everyone, “We’re engaged!!”

Everyone cheered and Sam quickly hugged both of you. He was also tearing up. “If I’m not the best man, I’m suing both of you.” Sam joked as he pulled away from the hug.

“Sam, you ARE our best man.” you giggled.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Harrison got over his shock and decided to congratulate you and Harry later. He had to deal with Tom. Upon hearing the announcement, Tom’s heart shattered and his world stopped as he realized that you’ll never be his anymore.

-

Tom was at a private room in a strip club getting ready for the bachelor party that Harry didn’t want nor ask for. Tom insisted that Harry should definitely have a bachelor party, because once he’s married, he wouldn’t have the freedom to look at other girls anymore.

“This is an excuse to look at other girls, Harry! It’s an exception. Besides, I heard that Y/N’s having a bachelorette party.” Tom persuaded. 

“And that’s totally fine with me, but I personally don’t want a bachelor party, Tom. I’d rather stay in and wait for Y/N to come home from the said bachelorette party.” Harry said, exasperated.

“This is the only time you’ll ever have a bachelor party! I’m sure Sam will have one when he gets married and I’m sure Paddy will have one too someday. Your future son would have one too and he’ll ask you what it’d be like, but you wouldn’t have an answer, because you didn’t have one.” Tom crossed his arms.

Harry laughed, “I’ll still have an answer, because I’d be present in yours, Sam’s and Paddy’s bachelor parties. I appreciate the suggestion, Tom, but it’s just not for me. Sorry.”

With that being said, Harry went back to what he was doing and Tom formulated a plan in his head.

This explains why he’s getting everything ready, because any minute now, Harry’s coming with Sam. Harrison entered the private room and looked around, “Everything’s ready, then?”

Tom turned around and grinned, “Yup! All we need is the groom.”

Thirty minutes later, Harry arrived with a blindfold covered in his eyes. Sam and Tuwaine were helping Harry in the room. Sam took off Harry’s blindfold and Tom grinned, “Welcome to your bachelor party, Harry!”

Harry groaned, “I said I didn’t want a bachelor party!” He turned to leave but Tom quickly went after him and pulled him back in the private room.

“Harry, I swear it’ll be fun! Let loose a bit!” Tom nudged him as Harrison handed Harry a beer and Tom cheered as he watched Harry drink, “Let’s get this party started!”

Hours later and Harry was kind of enjoying himself. He didn’t care about the strippers; he only had eyes for you. But he liked partying with his friends and family.

Harry was also very very drunk.

Harrison noticed that Tom kept giving him drinks and shook his head. He pulled Tom aside and harshly asked, “What the fuck are you doing to your brother?”

“Giving him drinks. What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Don’t act smart with me. I know you have a fucking plan. Why the fuck are you making your brother drunk?” Harrison asked with arms crossed.

The others didn’t hear their conversation and Harrison was thankful for that. He didn’t want to create a big scene at Harry’s bachelor party.

“Fine.” Tom huffed. “I was getting him drunk so that he can make a mistake and Y/N would leave him for it.”

“What the fuck, Tom?! That’s way out of line!” Harrison hissed at his best friend. “I understand that you’re not happy, but why can’t you get it through your thick head?? SHE’S NOT YOURS ANYMORE AND SHE NEVER WAS.”

The truth came out of Harrison’s mouth with venom. Tom knew it was the truth, but he wasn’t ready to accept it yet.

“That’s so fucking low, Thomas.” Harrison shook his head in disappointment. “If she finds out that you were behind it, do you honestly think she’ll come back to you?”

“I-I never thought of that.” Tom sighed.

“Of fucking course you bloody didn’t!” Harrison rubbed a hand on his face and tried to calm himself down. As soon as Harrison was okay, he glanced at Harry and looked back at Tom, “I’ll sober him up. That party’s over. I’ll bring him home to Y/N and everyone can rest. I expect you to behave at the wedding next week. Good night, Tom.”

Harrison made his way to Harry and helped him sober up a bit before leaving with him.

-

You’re officially a Holland now. As much as Tom loved the idea of you becoming a Holland, he wasn’t delighted that’d you’d be his sister-in-law and not his wife like he wanted. But hey, we don’t always get what we want in life.

Sam was the best man and he was giving a speech. Tom and Paddy were next to him, because they wanted to give a speech too. Tom wanted the ground to eat him alive, because you looked so beautiful and he was really frustrated that you weren’t his. Tom allowed Paddy to go first, so Tom had the time to think about what he wanted to say. Paddy quickly finished and gave the mic to Tom, who was sweating profusely.

“Congratulations to both of you!” Tom smiled. “Both of you are so lucky to have each other. I just want to tell Y/N that I’m glad you picked Harry instead of some bloke out there. Harry’s so kind and trusting and you’ll never find anyone else like him.”

“Harry, I’m genuinely happy for you.” Tom teared up. “You got the girl that you’ve been in love with for years! It’s amazing how you used to dream about being with her and now, you get to spend the rest of your life with her.”

At this point, Tom was already crying. You were crying too.

“Y/N, Harry, I don’t want to tell you to treat each other well, because I know you will. All I’m going to say is; have fun. Marriage is a roller coaster and you’ll enjoy it, because you have each other. You deserve each other, you really do. I love you both so much and words cannot express that. Again, congrats. I propose a toast to Harry and Y/N.”

Everyone lifts their glasses and Tom sniffed, “May they have a healthy marriage and a happy life. Cheers!”

Everyone clapped as you and Harry shared a short and sweet kiss. Tom gave the mic to the host and walked back to his seat next to Harrison. Harrison patted him on the back, “Are you okay?”

Tom nodded, “I meant what I said. Especially the part when I said that I’m glad Y/N picked Harry.”

Harrison waited for his explanation as he nodded along.

“She didn’t end up with me, but she ended up with Harry. That’s okay.”

Harrison raised an eyebrow, “It sounded sarcastic.”

“I meant it all, Haz.” Tom said. “I still fantasize about Y/N and I think about the things that could’ve been. I may not be with her, but at least Harry’s her husband. In that way, I still get to keep her in my life.”

Harrison nodded impressively, “I’m proud of you, mate.”

“I’m not ready to let go yet, though. It’ll take a while.” Tom sighed as he looked at you and Harry.

“I know. You’ll get better soon.” Harrison smiled sadly.

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I hope you liked it sksks

And I apologize if u think it isn’t good 

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[waokevale]

Porcelain Face - Chapter 7

Both of the boys came running into the class, saying:

-"WE'RE VERY SORRY LO- MR.BERRY, WE OVERSLEPT-" They both yelled in unison until they noticed what was going on.

They didn't missed the lesson but there was something else that caught their attention.

Mostly Ethan's as Virgil looked down, covering his masked face.

There was a new student in class.

Apparently he was already after the introduction part and didn't look so sure about repeating himself just because someone was late.

-"Well...this is awkward." - The new kid said as Logan sighed and just told the late two to sit down.

The new kid looked rather...Interesting?

But more than that he looked like he belonged with the popular kids which didn't make things any better.

He had black, cropped leather jacket, orange shirt, ripped tight jeans, fingerless gloves and...A pair of sunglasses on his face?

That was a pretty strange look for spring but no one commented on that.

He looked pretty confident and that was usually never a good sign.

When Ethan first introduced himself he was pretty flustered and shy but this new kid though had this weird indescriptible vibe.

It even seemed like he was eyeing Virgil which made the porcelain boy glare at the new kid in suspicion.

As they both sat down the kid was already talking about himself though neither of the two boys really listened.

The part that they actually heard was just:

-"Aaand there's nothing left for ya'll to know about me. Can I finally sit down teach'?

Logan then nodded also clearly not understanding half of the things the boy just said.

After the rest of lesson ended,

All of the students were now all heading out of the class.

Virgil finally looked up as he got out of the class with Ethan.

Now the new guy was pretty sure, as he ignored all the popular kids that wanted to talk to him because of his interesting appearance as he went to the two of the late boys to introduce himself properly.

-"It's nice to see you again Eighty, oh and hi there beanie girl." He said as both of them looked very confused for why did he came to them.

-"Wait...What does this mean, it's nice to see you again?" Virgil asked, clearly not understanding what was going on, same goes to Ethan who grew rather more suspicious of the new kid.

-"Don't you remember me? It's ya girl Remy!" The new kid said pulling up his sunglasses revealing two bright-orangeish eyes.

the cardboard boy stared at him in disbelief.

-"W-wait...Remy?!" He asked now louder, getting excited.

-"Yup! It's really me myself and I!" He exclaimed hugging his apparently old friend.

-"Wait...what???" Ethan asked in very confused now tone.

-"Oh! Sorry there- Uh...What's your name?"

Remy asked awkwardly.

-"Ethan.." The boy replied turning his head from them.

The same look of confusion have had the popular kids.

Including Roman and Remus.

What was actually going on?

Why did this guy came to these losers?

They honestly didn't know....

And were they hugging????

Now it was confusing as fuck.

Then...One kid dared to say it out loud.

-"Yo, new kid! Why are you hanging out with the glass dealer and the freak?"

Little did he knew Remy's reaction as he came closer to the guy who yelled these words.

-"Listen up here you little bitch.

I can hang out with whoever I want and whenever I want.

You can't tell me to do shit unless you want to get punched in the face."

He simply said showing off his eyes as the kid gulped and run away.

-"Whoa....That was.... Pretty awesome." Ethan admitted as Remy proudly stepped back to the other two.

-"Thanks, Rem'. Also why are you here?" Virgil asked.

-"Uhhhh you know....I run away from these losers so called my parents."

Ethan looked rather unimpressed and Virgil just sighed.

-"Are you sure that is the reason?" The porcelain boy questioned.

-"Ummm...Anyways Virgie would you and your friend want some Starbie?" Remy changed the subject.

-"Sure, I guess." The cardboard boy agreed.

-"Fine by me." Ethan said.

After school all three of them went to the nearest Starbucks.

Remy was ready to pay them when both of them denied.

-"No, no, no Rem' I agreed yesterday when Patton, one other guy suggested to pay, so no, I can pay for myself" Virgil denied sternly.

-"Bitch,  I INSIST." Remy said, clearly determined just like Patton yesterday.

-"Nope, you are not PAYING for ME." The cardboard boy talked back as there was a short moment of silence between the three, Ethan still confused af.

-"I'm going to buy you stuff anyways." Remy said.

-"REMY!" Virgil yelled, pretty angry now for loosing.

-"Welp....Guess he had won, huh?" Ethan said.

-"Not helping, Eth..." Virgil whined.

-"Oh and Vitligo gurl! What do you want?"

Remy yelled not caring that half of the Starbucks could hear him as the other two other boys signed miserably.

-"Nothing, really...I don't... Drink coffee and I'm not hungry." The porcelain boy yelled back.

-"Oh, come on! Why not?" - Remy asked.

-"It's....Just....I can't say it out loud." Ethan said in a whispering tone to Remy who walked  back to them.

-"So what is it? You're allergic? ADHD? You despise coffee or?"

-"I just can't drink coffee..." Then he said why in sign language hoping that the new kid would not understand.

-"I-can't-eat-or-drink-because-I-have-no-guts..."

Then Remy whispered back.

-"Then how do you live?" which clearly meant that he indeed understood the motion sentence.

-"I....I.. It's complicated, ok?" Ethan signed in defeat.

-"Well okay then, Virgie gets the double then."

Remy simply said.

-"NO. YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! PATTON DID THAT YESTERDAY THAT'S NOT FAIR!" Virgil whined dramatically, pretty pissed off as both Remy and Ethan laughed.

-"Besides I'm going to be fat...." He mumbled the last sentence but both of them could hear it anyway.

[He thought Remy bought food as well]

-"Dude...You are literally just thin layer of skin and bones." Remy commented quietly.

-"Virgie? You okay there...?" Ethan said worriedly as the cardboard boy stayed silent before the barista yelled:

-"Remy? Your order is finished!"

Guess it's our stuff, Eighty." Remy said walking back to the counter to pick the drinks.

-"Why does he call you Eighty?" Ethan whispered as Virgil signed.

-"Probably similiar reason for why Patton calls you Dee."

-"Oh.." Ethan said.

-"Alright babes, here's your Spring Frappuchino with chocolate and coconut flakes." passing the pretty large Cup at still pissed off Virgil.

-"And here's your nonexistant coffee because I can't help." Remy said doing the motion of giving the Cup of coffee to Ethan who looked at him tiredly and said:

-"Thanks...."

After some time of talking, Virgil's and Remy's past was brought.

-"Hey Virgie, can we spill some tea of our past to your new babe?" Remy then asked as the cardboard boy slowly nodded.

-"Well then....It all started...."

Virgil changed schools yet again.

Probably the third time now.

He was met with all the new students who like always either looked fascinated or spooked out by masked appearance.

Remy was the one of the fascinated ones.

He clearly wanted to be friends with the mysterious kid.

As Virgil introduced himself to the class and took his sit, Remy already talked to him.

-"Hey there newbie! Wanna be friends?"  Remy asked cheerfully, but Virgil though frowned.

-"You probably won't like me anyway...." He said, sadly, but Remy was determined enough.

-"Oh come on! I really do want to be friends with you!

I don't really care about your mask though it is pretty cool actually!" He excalaimed surprising the other kid.

-"R-really?" The cardboard boy said with the look of hope in his "eyes"

-"Yup!"

Then the bell rang as they started to hang out.

They hung out more often and soon enough became best friends.

Virgil was really happy back then as Remy was his protector from the bullies.

Unfortunetly one day it just wasn't enough....

There were five very curious kids... The two stronger ones tackled Remy who desperetly tried to free his grip from them, trying to get to his friend.

Unlucky for the two...It was too late.

They already ripped off his mask from his face revealing four pairs of violet eyes.

The kids imediatelly dropped him, very scared of his appearance as they screamed run away.

Only Remy stayed.

Looking at Virgil who was now sobbing on the ground uncontrollably.

He stood there for a few seconds, until he walked to the other boy and kneeled down, saying:

-"Hey, you okay there buddy?"

The boy with the multiple eyes looked a little up with surprise and disbelief painted on his face.

-"A-aren't you s-scared of m-me? D-don't you want to l-laugh at me o-or r-run away....?"

He asked, still very broken.

-"Nope! You look pretty awesome to me! I think spiders are very cool! Cause...you're a spider, right?"

The boy nodded.

-"Well then... As I promised before, I will protect you, Spidey-boo!" Remy said confidently as Virgil giggled at the nickname.

Remy then stood up and helped the other boy up as well, giving back his mask and holding him protectivly from the other kids just in case.

But of course...Virgil's parents found out that someone has seen his face and they moved out yet again...

He was miserable back then...

Because he thought he had lost the only person that actually cared about him...

Neither Virgil nor Remy mentioned the part when Virgil looked like a spider, because they both knew it was a sensitive topic for the cardboard boy.

Though Ethan....He looked kind of... sad and dissapointed If one could say.

At himself mostly.

Because now he finally realised...

He wasn't able to ever be there for the cardboard boy before, because he was home-schooled and now the only chance of someone liking him was gone..

Remy was apparently pretty close with Virgil anyway.

Remy had already seen his face and gained his trust, something that Ethan probably couldn't do...

Virgil deserved better than a weakling like him anyway...

He should probably just....give up on trying.

-"That's an amazing story guys! I'm not surprised why you missed each other so much!

But I got to go...Um- my moms told me I should be back at 4 PM."

-"But you said they let you-" Virgil was cut off by him again.

-"They changed their mind." he said colder than he intended to as he walked out of the building, not even turning his head back.

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I hope to see them tears...

Lmao Jk.

AND YES I KNOW, THEY WENT TO ANOTHER COFFEE SHOP, CAUSE WHY NOT I LIKE THESE KINDS OF STORIES YA'LL CAN'T STOP ME.

But seriously that's the last time.

Is this a good level of Angst for you all?

And for fucks sake it lagged.

[brockboser]

Prince Charming and the pauper PT #1

AN: this is my first fan fic so let me know what you think and if you want another part! Suggestions are always welcome

Words: 2,400

About: Brock Boeser finds an unexpected love intrest....

YOUR POV

It was a pretty normal December night in Vancouver, Cold and snowy and all I wanted was to be hanging out with my friends around a fire drinking hot chocolate but of course I was stuck at work.. My name is Y/N I’m 22 years old and I work full time as a waitress at the Parlour in Yaletown. Now normally my shifts went by slowly and painfully, each day an exact copy of the day before with the occasional cute boy or maybe even a celebrity but for the most part my days blurred together as one. Work all day, sleep, repeat just so I could afford to live in one of the most expensive cities in the world, part of me didn’t mind, Vancouver really was an amazing place to live.

Today however was different. Every year the Vancouver Canucks hold their end of year dinner party here at the Parlour, I’ve been lucky enough to avoid it at all cost. Unfortunatly for me my luck has run out and I was scheduled to be one of 3 waitresses serving their party. Some girls would kill for this opportunity, serving rich professional athletes, but not me. I’ve served my fair share of hockey players and they all turn out to be assholes who don’t know how to leave a tip.

BROCK’S POV

I couldn’t really believe that this was my third end of year dinner as a Canuck, time has gone by way too fast. It was almost 6PM, I was waiting for Quinn to pick me up, he said he would be here by now and If we’re late I will beat his ass. He knows how much I hate being late. As if on que I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket. The Screen read “Huggy Bear” I chuckled to myself as I am still thankful that isn’t my nickname and I answered the phone. “hey you here?”. “Yeah hurry up, Green will kill us if were late” Quinn said so fast I barely caught what he said and the line went dead. I said goodbye to Coolie and Milo and I made my way to Quinn’s car.

Once I got into Quinn’s car it was only a 5-minute drive to the restaurant. Yaletown was our favourite place to get food, they have way too many places to choose from but the Parlour was one of the best. We walk up to the host and let her know we’re here for the dinner, she escorts us to the back room where the rest of the team was already seated. You could hear the boy’s voices echo through the whole restaurant. Guess that’s what you get with 20+ drunk men at one table. “yo that host was smoking, I’ve seen her here before and she was definitely interested in you” Quinn teases me but I do my best to ignore. Not to be cocky but girls tend to flirt with me all the time but on the contrary to what people think I’m not a player. I don’t flirt unless I’m interested which I never really am because it’s hard to know people’s real intentions when you’re a professional athlete, besides I’m not really looking for anything right now. I leave the flirting up to Jake.

5 minutes go by and we all finish looking at the menu, I always get the same thing a BBQ burger with a hey y’all as my drink but doesn’t hurt to look. As I put the menu down I notice three women walk into the room, we all drop our tones so we can tell the waitresses our orders. Two of them are the same as last year but one I did not recognize but wow she was beautiful and I don’t say that lightly.

YOUR POV

6PM rolled around quicker than I would’ve liked but I just wanted to get this dinner over with. Once we knew all the boys were seated and ready to order we went into the room, notepads in hand. We decided we would split the table in three and make it easier for ourselves that way. I’m not a hockey fan but I don’t live under a rock and I do recognize most of the boy’s I’m serving. I go from left to right, and to my surprise the orders are basic and the drinks are all beer which makes my life a lot easier and on top of that they all seem to be pretty nice. I finally reach the last two boys in my section of the table. Both look somewhat younger. One has dark brown curly hair with dark circles under his eyes, I don’t recognize him, he orders a burger as well as a beer, I furrow my eyebrows debating whether or not to ID this boy as he barely looks 17 but I decide against it as I know it would embarrass him and probably cost me a good tip. As I’m writing down his order I notice the boy sitting next to him eyeing me. I look up and make direct eye contact with two very blue eyes staring at me. I shift my feet and he look away. That’s Brock Boeser I recognize him from my friends fangirling over him last time we went to watch the hockey game. My stomach twists and I suddenly got nervous. He was kind of hot. I take a step away from the tired looking boy closer to Brock to take his order. “W-What can I get for you” I stuttered slightly, and I NEVER stutter when taking orders. What was wrong with me this boy isn’t anything that special, although his hair does flow kind of nicely. “Um can I please get the BBQ burger and a Hey y’all” he said softly. “yeah good choice, can I please see your ID?.” As soon as those words left my mouth I instantly regretted them and I felt my cheeks get hot “my bad umm don’t need to see your ID never mind  I’m just going to go put these orders through” I said before I practically ran out of the room more embarrassed then I have ever been. I just asked BROCK BOESER for ID and not the 17-year-old looking kid sitting right beside him, I am such an idiot. I walked to the kitchen and put in the orders and just prayed he would still tip me. As I waited, I felt my mind drifting to him I had to shake it off as 1) I was at work, I have to be professional and 2) hockey players are bad news.

BROCK’S POV

The whole room went silent, and then everyone erupted into laughter and proceeded to tease me about what had just happened. “Mr. Sensitive getting ID’d sitting next to Quinner that’s classic” Taney shouted across the table. I felt myself smile as I thought about what had just happened, I could tell she was flustered and it was standard practice to ask for ID although I do look about 30. She ran away with the orders before I could even ask for her name. she was beautiful, long blonde hair, blue eyes and a lot shorter than me I’d say about 5’4 I couldn’t stop smiling and the boys started to notice. “ouu Boes is day dreaming” Petey joked “at least ask for her name” he said while giving me a nudge “yeah yeah I will” I replied

About 25 minutes went by and we were all a few drinks in, the girl still hadn’t returned I assumed she was avoiding me. Next thing I know the food starts to get brought in.  A part of me really hopped she would come back just so I could admire her again and maybe ask for her name. Moments later I see her long blonde hair turn the corner. She’s looking at her feet avoiding all eye contact. She approaches me and places the plate down in front of me and starts to walk away. All the boys were looking at me, waiting for me to make a move and ask for her name but I couldn’t seem to speak. “Hey miss!” I heard Petey yell. She turned around and looked at me and just as fast looked away and towards Petey. “Brock over here wants to know your name” he smirked and I felt my heart sink and bile rise to my throat, did he seriously just throw me under the bus like that. I was pissed. At first she didn’t say anything, she just stood there like she didn’t know what to do but her eyes shifted to mine as she said “ Y/N, my name is Y/N” and just like that she was out of the room before I could even ask her anything else. My emotion soon turned from happy to pissed off really quick. “Way to throw me under the bus Petey, she probably thinks I was talking about her now or something” I scoffed and sank into my chair like a child. “you should be saying you’re welcome, if I hadn’t said something you never would have”. Part of me knew he was right. I’m pretty shy and reserved and I like to keep to myself unless I know you.

YOUR POV

Did that really just happen. Did Brock Boeser really want to know my name or were his teammates just messing with me? Either way I can’t seem to stop smiling. I came into this night wanting nothing to do with it or these boys and all of a sudden the one boy I find attractive in there wants to know my name?.

The night is coming to an end, I’ve avoided the room as much as possible, I’ve been in and out grabbing plates and refilling drinks, no more comments have been made just many stares. We’ve made eye contact once or twice a small smile included but my time is up and it’s time for the bills. I go around my side of the table one by one receiving a very drunk thank you from each of them until I get to Brock. Apart of me wants to say something but knows its unprofessional. I hand him the card machine, brushing hands as he takes it from me and we both look at each other. Het lets out a small laugh, I could tell he’d had some drinks but not nearly as many as the rest of the boys which weirdly made me feel relieved. He puts his passcode in and hands me back the machine, I take out the receipt and notice he tipped me 200$. As he stands up to put his coat on I say to him “You must’ve made a mistake, it says you tipped 200$ maybe you mean 20$?” he turns to me a flashes a smile “No mistake you deserve It” I almost felt like crying of happiness as 200$ to me means a lot more then to him. “oh, wow um thanks you so much, I hope you have a good rest of your night” I say barely being able to suppress a smile.

“yeah about the rest of the night, I’m having some friends over and I wanted to know if you wanted to umm maybe join?’ he said somewhat hesitantly. Almost as if he was nervous.

“I finish shift in an hour” I replied more confidently then id expected. “oh, great okay here’s my number text me after for the address” he replied almost surprised I had said yes. I tried to keep my cool but inside my stomach was doing flips. Brock Boeser what are you doing to me…..

[always5hineee]

The Final Bell- Chapter 7: A Single Slip

Chapter warnings: Mild language and violence

Word Count: 2137

Story is also available under Taffysamg on Quotev and Wattpad.

To see the full chapter list, go to the “Final Bell” Tab on my page.

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       "Y/N's first raid!" Haechan cheered as they pulled up to a run-down town. She wasn't nearly as excited as the boy, however. In fact, her stomach was turning at the thought of having to face any zombies again. Their sources were pretty good, and suggested that there was a strong chance that they would run into at least a few. There were always stragglers that hung behind in their old homes, and some formed stationary hordes. While this would help in their moments of running away, it would be rather difficult to raid houses as such.

       "Who's going in, and who's staying in the car?" Taeyong asked, surveying the van.

       "I'm driving." Taeil called out. It seemed like he didn't fight very often.

       "And Jungwoo is running the other car." Taeyong added on.

       "I went last time." Jaehyun grumbled. "By myself."

       "You wanted to go by yourself." Mark corrected him.

       "If Haechan is so excited about it, send him." Jaehyun countered.

       "That could work. How about Haechan and Yuta go with her?" Taeyong suggested.

       "Three people seems excessive..." Yuta said softly, but Taeyong had already made up his mind.

       "Haechan and Yuta, we're bout ten minutes out! Dig in the back for your weapons." The boys nodded, (Yuta a bit reluctantly). This was quite interesting for Y/N. She hadn't seen either of these men fight before. Yuta seemed too innocent and passive, but she had no reason to doubt Taeyong's judgement... It would be strange to watch, but interesting.

       "Grab a rifle." Jaehyun muttered in her ear, causing her to jump.

       "W-what?"

       "Calm down. All I'm saying is you should grab a bigger gun. I won't be there to save your ass this time." He explained with a glare.

       "Wouldn't it be better for you if my ass went un-saved?" She offered.

       "Oo, and what will Jaehyun come back with?" Haechan commented, already back in his original place.

       "Shut up, idiot."

       "Almost there." Taeyong cut off their fight, trying to get them all to settle down. Sure enough, she could just barely make out a few buildings through the dusty atmosphere. "Remember, in particular Jungwoo has given you a list of materials he's looking for. Many of them can be found in convenience stores or family medicine cabinets. Unless you're planning to eat it tonight, don't pick up anything perishable."

       "I am sooo gonna get something good." Haechan said, acting like a little kid.

       "The more flour you pick up, the more we can bake." Taeil put the thought in his mind.

       "Ohh, good plan." Haechan laughed. "Anyway, let's roll!" As the car was still slowing down, he opened the door, launching himself out and rolling onto the ground, lugging something close behind.

       "What the hell is wrong with you?" Yuta asked, but laughing and following suit."

       "Wait, what?"

       "Your turn. It's easier if you tuck."

       "Wait, what?" Jaehyun kicked her lightly in the back, sending her careening out of the car. The breath was knocked out of her lungs as she hit the ground, rolling a few feet before finally slowing to a stop.

       "Woah... are you okay?" Yuta asked, trotting over and helping her to her feet. She rubbed the back of her legs, grumbling.

       "Yeah, I'm fine."

       "Well, in that case, let's go!" Haechan said excitedly, practically skipping towards the town.

       "He seems excited..." She mumbled.

       "Yeah, he doesn't get to go on missions much anymore. He get's a little... hyper."

       "Hyper?"

       "...You'll see."

       The closer they got, the more jittery Haechan seemed. It was as they walked that Y/N got a good look at what weapon he was sporting. As far as she could tell, he had no gun or knife- or if he did, they were well concealed. The only tool he carried in his hands was a slim, colorful baseball bat covered in barbed wire. It had clearly been painted, but it was splintering in places, as if it was often used for blunt hits.

       "Do you... actually use that?" She asked incredulously.

       "Hmm? Oh, the bat!" Haechan laughed, swinging it proudly. "Yeah, beautiful, isn't it? Taeyong even painted it for me. It gives him something to do, too. I uh... tend to break them pretty often."

       "That's nice of him." She said absentmindedly, still eyeing the blunt object.

       "Yeah- don't get to use it much anymore, so this'll be fun. I hope there are at least a few stragglers, you know?" He laughed again. "Speaking of which, who wants what? I want to pick up some more art stuff for Ty, so I can take the stores if you want. Do you guys want to check out houses or what?" She didn't realize Haechan was such a confident leader. Judging based on Yuta's attitude earlier, she thought it would be best if they sticked together- for both of them.

       "That's fine." She agreed.

       "Well, in that case, let's start center, work our way out?" He offered. "Maybe draw out some fun while we're at it." Okay... that wasn't creepy. Still, Yuta and she followed him to the center of town. With every breath of wind and creaking door, she turned, afraid of what might lurk behind. It wasn't until they were almost to the main building when they were attacked.

       A zombie ran out of a nearby backyard, smashing through a rotting fence to get a taste of human flesh.

       "Look out!" She yelled.

       "Mine!" Haechan countered, jumping forward. He swung the bat with immeasurable force, smashing the creature's head clear into a pulp. It splattered everywhere, leaving her shocked. He had taken it out with one swing, and now, he... he was laughing? But not just regular laughing... truly entertained laughing.

       "We should get going," Yuta said softly, "Leave him to that." Nodding shakily, she followed Yuta's lead into the surrounding houses. She made extra sure to grab everything Jungwoo needed. After that, she began focusing more on fridges and closets. The power had been out for ages, but some chests had good enough insulation to preserve food. All the meat they came across was rotting, but some frozen vegetables and such were salvageable. It was sort of like a scavenger hunt, and it was good to get out, so she didn't mind.

       On about their seventh house, she took the upstairs while Yuta shuffled through the kitchen drawers. One room that caught her attention was behind the last door on the upper floor. Upon revealing it, she saw a white bedframe draped in a pink lace. There were stuffed animals and dolls littered across the floor, as well as atop the white play desk with gold accents. The whole scene was sickeningly untouched- if she hadn't known better, she would have thought everything was back to normal.

       She forced herself to root through the stuff, looking for anything valuable. Obviously, there was nothing too notable. She did pick up a pack of stickers that, for some strange reason of intuition, she thought Haechan would like. As she tried to shut the door, though, something got in the way. Looking down, she saw a small white stuffed mouse blocking the door. She picked it up and pocketed it, just as Yuta screamed from downstairs.

       "Uhh, Y/N! I could use some help!" She shot down the stairs, running to where the man was facing three zombies. Scrambling to pull out her rifle, she shakily loaded it. "Now!" He yelled, staving them off with a knife. His free hand couldn't reach a more effective weapon. Finally getting it to fire, he jumped out of the way, bullet narrowly missing his arm. She evidently needed to learn better aim, but he didn't say anything. Opening created, he pulled out what looked like a sword, slicing the other two's heads off cleanly.

       "We should go meet up with Haechan." He said, breathing heavily. She nodded in agreement, walking with him out of the house.

       "Did you get anything cool?" He asked, trying to change the subject.

       "Uh, I mean... food?" She offered blandly. He laughed, although his fatigue was sticking out.

       "I'd hope so."

       "Oh, and this," she said, pulling out the mouse. She felt stupid immediately after, but it was better than walking in silence.

       "That's cute," he smiled softly. "You know, I used to- Oh my God!" He shouted, running forward. She looked over, trying to see what he was scared of. Catching a glimpse, she realized that it wasn't something he was running from, but rather towards. There was a pile of carcasses, each with a mutilated head. In the middle of it all, Haechan sat cross legged, head in his hands. Was he... crying?

       "Hae, what's wrong?" Yuta asked, gently shaking his shoulder. The boy was alternating between laughing and sobbing.

       "I'm really sorry Yuta, I am!"

       "Sorry for what, Haechan, what happened?"

       "I kept counting! One, two, three, I got to at least eleven!" He smiled, looking up sadly. "I got so many, Yuta!"

       "Good, Haechan. Get up, let's go to the van, we can-"

       "Yuta..." Y/N interrupted in a whisper. "Look at his arm." The boy paused, and then turned to look. Sure enough, Haechan's pale skin was stained in an all-too-noticeable pattern. He had been bitten.

       "Oh, Haechan..." He muttered, kneeling down next to him.

       "You have to cut it off, Yuta." He laughed. "Take my arm off!"

       "Maybe it hasn't spread, we can still get the infected blood out."

       "You know we can't! Do it!" He laughed. "It's fine, it's fine... Y/N can do it for me. Y/N! Get over here!" She froze, eyes wide.

       "I-"

       "Now!" Reluctantly, she walked over, moreso to make sure Yuta was alright. "Get out that shiny machete, hun! The longer you wait, the more you'll have to chop!"

       "I... I can't do that, Haechan, I..."

       "Consider this," he posed, talking incredibly calmly. "You let me be, fine. You didn't hurt me, but. I turn, I eat you first- obviously because you look so delicious," he winked. "Then I eat Yuta. And now you've killed him! Do you want him to die? Or me, for that matter?"

       "No, I-"

       "Then do it. Look, I'll help. Take out your thingy-" He directed. She glanced at Yuta, who wasn't saying anything. Well, it looked like she didn't have much of a choice. She pulled it out, holding it in front of her like a bomb. He held out his arm, pointing things out with his left hand.

       "This is the bite," he directed. "And you can see some of the infection up to here," he moved his fingertips up. Now, the infection usually spreads past where it's visible, by at least two inches. At least, that's what Jungwoo says. I think you should be safe-" he made a chopping motion with his hand, "And cut at the elbow." The idea was making her sick.

       "You're going to have to put some real weight behind it," he warned her, "If we had an axe, that would be ideal, but... I trust your strength."

       "How can you be so calm about-"

       "WHAT CHOICE DO I HAVE?" He screeched. After the following silence, he shook his head, laughing again. "Sorry, sorry... that was uncalled for. Just, please do it. Quickly." He held out his arm, looking away. She wanted to close her eyes, but she was too afraid to miss.

       The first swing only cut about halfway through his arm, getting lodged in what she could only assume was the bone.  The blood spurt into her face and over her clothes. Surprisingly, Haechan was gritting his teeth- the cry that rang out when she did such was thrown from Yuta's mouth. Panicking, she firmly planted a boot on his upper arm, yanking the blade out and throwing it down again. In total, it took four strikes- her first one, two to completely splinter the bone, and a final one to finish it off.

       Yuta had tears streaming down his face, now with his head in his palms.

       "Hey," Haechan said weakly. "I know it's super emotional for you or whatever, but I'm gonna need your help." Yuta breathed in deeply, trying to pull himself together. Nodding, he began to wrap Haechan's arm, trying not to look. They all agreed not to look back to the... reminder of it as they stumbled towards the van.

       Yuta carried most of the bags as Y/N wrapped her arm around Haechan's waist, and his around her shoulder. It was an effective means of supporting him without putting stress on his open wound. Yuta also continued trying to call the guys. By the time he finally got a hold on them, the van was in sight.

       "Come on, Haechan..." She muttered into his ear. "We're almost there."

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[silenthillmutual]

I don't know if you're the right person to tell this to but I think my mom's emotionally abusive. She gets mad whenever I get upset at her and gaslights me(probably??) whenever I call her out. I tried to tell her that she never apologized for hurting my feelings and she responded with, "I don't have to apologize to you" and it just made me feel worse. My family's Christian and all but I'm scared to tell the pastor(or anyone) because I don't want her to get mad at me. Do you have any advice?

I guess I’m a decent source for that, and I’ve got enough spoons today to answer this! 

I’ll be honest with you, a parent reacting with anger whenever you get upset with them is never a good sign. The “I don’t have to apologize to you” response is definitely emotionally abusive, especially if it’s not a reaction in a vacuum; anything as an isolated incident is understandable since we all make mistakes, but this doesn’t sound like a one-off thing. 

I had a couple of friends help me through being gaslit myself; here are a few articles on the topic, all of which are pretty brief:

Were You Born Under the Gaslight?

11 Warning Signs of Gaslighting

a resource post from r/RaisedByNarcissists

I’m not a psychologist in any capacity, but having been through it myself and having sat down and watched a film adaptation from where the term hails, here’s a sort of brief rundown of some things gaslighters will do to their victims:

making attempts to isolate you (from friends, from family members, etc; ex, excessive monitoring of your communications with friends to the point of taking your phone or computer so you can’t contact them, although this may be done subtly)

telling you that you have traits or attributes that do not feel or sound like things you do (ex, telling you that you are “forgetful” or “tend to lose things” even when you are not a forgetful person)

accusing you of lying, whether directly or indirectly (ex. asking, “what did you do with x thing?”, not believing you when you say you haven’t seen it; then when you find it, saying something to the effect of, “so you did know where it was”)

saying things with emotion and then denying there is any emotion behind their words (ex. if they say something to you in an angry way and when you say, “don’t be angry,” they say, “i’m not angry” and look at you like you’re crazy)

making you look bad in front of others (this can be making you look like a jerk, making you look inconsiderate, making you look foolish, like a buzzkill, etc.)

taking on a tone to imply that you are scaring them, even when you have not done or said anything out of the ordinary (if you’re thinking to yourself, “i didn’t even have any emotion behind this, i didn’t even sound angry” and they’re reacting like they’re afraid you’re going to hit you? that’s gaslighting)

whiplash mood swings and honeymooning - quickly going from being angry at you to putting on a convincing happy act in front of others; “honeymooning” is when, after a period of abuse, they start to act really nice and considerate towards you, making you think that they’ve changed, or maybe they do one really nice thing for you as a way to “make up” for their behavior (this never lasts, don’t buy it.)

turning themselves into the victim of every situation (guilt tripping you, especially in situations where you are telling them that they have hurt you. parents really love this one; it’s the “oh so i’m a horrible parent” comeback to any time you’ve ever said “this really hurt my feelings”)

infantalizing you (another parental favorite)

upsetting you in public, covertly, so that only you are aware of what they have said/done

threatening you with institutionalization

Another big one that I don’t think I mentioned here because it’s not one that came up in the film is outright denying that something ever happened. We tend to assume that’s something we’d be able to catch outright, but the truth of the matter is that their lies start out small and they do all of these things above & more for the sake of putting you off balance and confusing you so that by the time their lies get to the level of things you should be able to look at and say plainly, “that’s not true,” you’ve gotten to the point where you feel like you can’t trust your own memory or judgement of things. 

I’ll give a couple examples because the list of potential things they could lie about goes between fairly small stuff to extreme stuff:

my mother claimed once that she was never on her phone during dinner

my mother claiming she’d never seen movies that not only did i remember her commentary on, but i’m pretty sure one of them we actually saw in theatres

her claiming i’d never told her things that i most definitely had told her before

combined with that one: lying about the last time we’d had contact; right before i cut off all contact with her i was able to actually screenshot the dates and times of the last time we’d spoken and send them to her

lying about actual historical facts; in my mother’s case: refusing to acknowledge that ABA had, since its inception, used aversives and was abusive in practices, was the foundation of the conversion therapy movement. i sent her screenshot and link proofs of this as well and she did not appreciate it

she also claimed that she never threatened to kick me out of the house and claimed that i promised her i would start therapy before starting HRT - neither of which are accurate or even remotely believable (you really think i’d up and move w two weeks notice halfway across the country if i hadn’t been kicked out? i have to laugh.)

Another one that did not really get shown well in the film but that I believe i’ve read somewhere and have personal experience with, is that they like to keep you traumatized. It keeps you in a state of like... uncertainty, I guess you could say. It keeps you from feeling completely lucid or in control of things, and more likely to need help and depend on them for continued support. They may also be likely to mess with your head in other ways, like with the use of drugs - and I don’t just mean illegal ones; parents who have control over your medication and make sure you take it do have to potential to keep you up on medications you don’t actually need as a method of control. (Both of these can actually be seen in use in the film Midsommar w/ the suicide ritual being a method of continued trauma and the constant drug use being...obvious. I’m sure it gets used in other places too but that was the first one to come to mind, and Aster does a really good job of showing how effective that shit is.)

I don’t really know what other religions rules are like when it comes to confidentiality. I was raised Catholic, and there was a certain understanding about priests and ethics that pretty much went that unless you had a warrant (and on top of that, a damn good reason; iirc there have been plenty who don’t even testify under oath) they weren’t to tell anyone what you told them in confidence. If you know anything about their ethics regarding that or even feel that you can ask them safely about it, it could be a good place to start if you feel that church community is one where you feel safe. 

The biggest roadblock tbh is age and...idk how else to put this other than status? If you’re a minor there is, unfortunately, not a lot you can do to get away from her or get her to stop - especially if you’re in a situation where she’s really your only parent. Which is sort of what I meant by status; do you have another parent or step-parent, sibling, uncle, aunt, cousin, etc  you feel you could talk to about it? 

I really wish I could recommend school guidance counselors, but I’m not altogether sure they’re equipped with the right materials to help you out there. That being said, if you have a family member that you can trust to help you find a therapist outside of school, that would also be a really good resource; whether you’re an adult still living within that contact or a minor who can’t get away at the moment, a therapist can help you come up with some coping techniques to deal with it until you can safely get away. I’d suggest looking for one who specializes in trauma or in PTSD, esp if they have c-PTSD listed (the ‘c’ is for complex, which is a proposed addition(??) to PTSD that would separate a singular traumatic event from an ongoing traumatic situation like living in war zones, being a POW, domestic violence, etc). PsychologyToday has a search function for finding accredited therapists in your area that should list their specialties, credentials, and insurance plans they take. (And if you’re asked why you need one, honestly, extrapolate on a minor issue. Like tbh you could just say body image issues.) Therapists are bound by license-revoking ethics not to tell anyone what you discuss in therapy unless you are going to hurt yourself or someone else.

[If you feel you’re being monitored too closely at home and don’t have a way to get this information at school, I suggest asking a reference librarian to help you out. A lot of public libraries will have community resource information, and if they don’t have flyers or brochures out, reference librarians’ entire jobs are to help you access information whether that’s in the library or in the community! That’s why I work in LIS, lol.]

Other than that the two big pieces of advice I have are:

Build up a support network outside your family. If you feel you can’t trust them with this, or even if you’re worried about putting them in the middle of a difficult situation - and even if those aren’t concerns for you - it’s always good to have a support network that isn’t connected to the situation in some way. Most of my support network came from friends, a bulk of whom I knew from online, and from coworkers. The first person to tell me I was being gaslit was actually a coworker, who I talked to when I got kicked out and was shaken up about it. I had a p good relationship w my boss and all my coworkers there, so when I had to put in my two weeks’ notice I actually got an offer to stay with my boss in the event that the situation escalated, and also knew I could go and stay with my one of my best friends with their grandad, or their sister. In fact, right when that happened, my friends already had a kind of escape plan half-formed because things had just kind of been getting worse, and for almost a year now I’ve been living with my other best friend. Even if things never get to the point of you having to leave the house, just having people that you can rely on who will be on your side entirely is crucial to dealing with that kind of stress.

If you think or feel you may be getting gaslit - even if you’re thinking to yourself that you’re just blowing things out of proportion or that it’s “not that bad” (a lot of us go through that) - start keeping a journal of things your mother says to you. You don’t have to show anyone. Just keep it for yourself. It doesn’t even have to be anything important; like I said earlier, it can be as simple as off-handed comments about movies you’ve watched or appointments you’ve made or what have you. Write them down when they happen, date them, and then when she says something that you feel contradicts what you’ve already heard - you can fact-check it. You can also do this with screenshots if it’s over text or something, and if you think you can get away with secretly recording her on your phone that might help too. I don’t recommend telling her you’re doing this or pointing out when she’s been lying; in the event she doesn’t outright deny it she could flip it around to make herself the victim or spiral out of control and get worse - this is just for your peace of mind. The goal of gaslighting, to quote the movie, is to “systematically [drive] you out of your mind”. This would just be a way to reassure yourself that you’re not making it up, you didn’t forget, you’re not blowing things out of proportion. 

If you need anything more specific, feel free to let me know! I’m so sorry you’re going through this, it really just fucking sucks. But I believe you can make it! And there is an it - there’s an out, even if it’s hard to get to or takes long. 

[yunohawkeye]

“Lightening the Fire”

I've been playing SLBP a lot lately and found out that there were almost no stories for my little Yoshichi~

So I decided to write some myself.

Warning: N//SFW

Word count: 2506

The relationship between Yoshichi and MC was just freshly established, but nonetheless had a strong bond connecting them. Being a fugitive from Iga made life hard enough for her, yet the brown haired boy helped her to see the light again.

Of course people like Kenshin and everyone else in the castle helped her, but Yoshichi always had that little something which drew her to him.

Maybe he wasn't the best fighter, or the smartest among them, but he was the most compassionate and had a positive attitude which never seemed to falter.

Everyone was happy for them and even Kanetsugu was really content, knowing his little brother found someone who accepted him, as dorky as he was.

Even though he would never admit it he took over some of Yoshichi’s work so he was able to spend time with MC.

And of course there were many remarks and teasingly suggestive comments from Kageie. During dinner, while passing him in the hallway, or just when he was near them.

Knowing that everyone in the castle supported them they became comfortable with each other in almost no time. This made them that overly cute and affectionate couple. The kind to never let go of the others hand unless unavoidable, and giving little pecks and forehead kisses every time they parted.

But lately that changed. Even those innocent touches lit a fire between both of them.

Whenever they touched the other an unknown heat lingered at the spot which caused them to blush even more around each other.

Those kisses on the forehead lasted longer and longer. Both not wanting to let go of the comforting warmth coming with it, the quick pecks turned into passionate kisses from time to time.

This tension didn't go unnoticed by their friends and they, at least Kenshin, decided to act.

It started like every other feast they held. In the beginning MC would help out the maids with serving food and drinks while the other residents gathered and engaged in conversation, leaving one seat free for her. Kanetsugu was absent due to some problem that arose.

Today it was between Yoshichi and Kenshin, who was sitting treacherous close to his friend, leaving almost no space.

The moment MC sat down she was constantly exposed to the feeling of every move of the two men sitting next to her.

Every time Yoshichi or MC moved they sent little shock waves through each others body, leaving a mischievous grin on Kenshins lips.

Even Kageie who was sitting on the other side of the room knew what was going on.

Not being able to contain a comment he spoke up, “Your little display has been rather amusing for the time being but maybe it's time to actually bed each other, don't 'cha think?”

“K-Kakki! Y-you can't just-...”, Yoshichi's face was burning a very deep shade of red while MC just tried to hide her own reddened cheeks behind her hands.

With laughter in his voice Kenshin suggested, “I can make sure that nobody will interrupt you or come near your hallway. You just need to tell me in which room you're going to.”

While he calmly took a sip from his sake Yoshichi was still trying to form a proper sentence, “W-wha-? W-why? I... just... I-I mean... It doesn't sound that b-bad...”

Completely surprised by that statement MC's head snapped up again with a shrill, “What?!”

The moment she realized her outburst she went an even deeper shade of red and mumbled inaudibly, “I mean... I'm not really opposed to that.”

His grin just spreading wider Kenshin continued, “Then it's settled. Nobody will interrupt your fun.”

Every pair of eyes was directed their way as Yoshichi hesitantly took MCs hand in his, “This isn't really the way I though it would go, but... I guess I sometimes need a little push... I'm sorry that I brought you into this uncomfortable situation...”

“I... I know what you mean... but do you maybe want to speak in private?” still a little bit ashamed of all the attention and inwardly cursing this get-together of dorks for being to loveable to actually hate them, MC looked Yoshichi in the eyes with a silent plea in them.

With a little nod he stood up and walked out of the room with her hand in his, crossing Kanetsugu on the way outside who just eyed them with curiosity.

The moment they were out of earshot he asked the huddle with a questioning look on his face, “What's this all about? Any why were those two so red in their faces?”

After some moments of silence Kageie spoke up with an indifferent sounding voice, “Well, nothing that exciting. Just your little brother loosing his virginity.”

In the meantime Yoshichi and MC were sitting awkwardly opposite each other on Yoshichi's futon avoiding each others gaze while simultaneously trying to calm down.

The moon shone through the window and was bright enough to serve as the only source of light illuminating the room in a dim light.

After what felt like ages MC decided to awkwardly speak up, “So... Are... Are we gonna do it?”

With a crack in his voice Yoshichi answered trying to keep his gaze focused on the little dishevelled blanket of the futon and not on the little bit exposed skin on MCs cleavage, “I- uh... I mean... Yes... No!.. I mean... If-if you want to I guess we could...”

Clearing her throat she answered, “I-I do... actually...” “T-Then... is it ok if I-?”, he finished his sentence with a combined glance and gesture towards her which she just answered with a nod.

The moment his hands cupped both of her cheeks both leaned in and let their lips touch. At first it was just simple contact but after some moments MC was getting impatient and pushed herself against his form while nibbling at his lip which enticed a moan to escape his mouth shooting a wave of heat straight to her arousal.

Inspired to hear more of that beautiful sound she took the opportunity to stick her tongue inside his mouth and explore every bit of it while letting her hands sneak under his kimono to roam over his chest.

While doing that she pushed slightly forward causing Yoshichi to lean back and support himself by holding himself up with his elbows.

Still not parting their lips she started to loosen his kimono bit by bit so his chest was mostly exposed by now.

She took her time touching every inch of him which caused him to squirm and moan under her.

Due to the lack of air they parted and looked in each others eyes with so much admiration while panting heavily.

Wasting no time MC leaned down again and went straight to his neck as she started to lick and kiss their way around it.

“Th-this... I-I should be doing tha-ah!”, interrupting his sentence with a bite on his shoulder she leaned up to his ear and whispered seductively, “You'll get your turn but right now I want to see you a quivering and whimpering mess under me.”

The moment that words left her mouth she licked his ear shell, encircling another sweet moan from him before she continued with her work on his neck.

Slowly she started to undo his kimono, him now being completely topless. As she sat up straight again she was greeted by one of the sweetest sights in her life. Her lover looking up at her with such admiration and affection she could burst of happiness. The blush and his heavy panting just strengthening her arousal all the more as she decided to take it further.

MC leaned down and kissed his belly causing him to suck in his breath while she felt his muscles tense beneath her. Liking the reaction she got she continued by starting to lick around his bellybutton making him twitch and continued to do so until her desire was sated.

Indicating him to lay down completely to which he complied without complaints she straddled him, feeling his excitements through his pants. Trying to find a comfortable position she shifted around causing Yoshichi to let out those sweet moans she learned to love in such a short time, “Y-you're too -ah... cruel...”

Faking innocence MC looked at him questioningly while shifting again, brushing against his erection again, “I don't know what you're talking about.”

Letting out a rather loud moan Yoshichi gritted his teeth, trying to remember Kageie's advice to keep his cool whatever happens.

MC on the other hand was trying to push him to his limits, letting him know how much she wanted him to keep that feeling of ecstasy in mind whenever he thought of her.

Lying down again she was directed straight to his lips again, entrancing him in a heated kiss again while shifting her weight on her knees.

Now with her rear in the air she let her hand slide down Yoshichis body under his pants as she started stroking him.

Not being able to contain the feeling of her hand around him he had to break the kiss and started panting and moaning.

MC took the opportunity to attack his neck again with kisses, licks and bites while her other hand worked on getting off his pants completely.

After a while she felt him twitch lightly in her hand and at that moment she stopped stroking him and sat up again, making him groan in displeasure, “P-please, MC. I-I'm almost there... I-I can't-”

Silencing him with a finger on his lips MC answered in a calm tone, “Shh. Just one moment.”

The moment Yoshichi looked her in the eyes again she was almost completely undressed and looked him in the eyes daringly, “I would like us to come together, if you don't mind.”

“O-of course not! I-I'll do anything to make you feel as good as you made me feel!”, he answered with a kind of determination in his voice that made a pleasant shiver run down MC's back.

She leaned down again and gave him a quick peck on the lips before whispering just a few inches from his face, “I'm going to try something, okay? If you don't feel comfortable you can tell me, all right?”

With an approving sound Yoshichi nodded. He'd do anything for her.

He eyed MC as she moved herself up so her core was right above his face where she hesitated for a moment, “You know... if you don't wa-ah!”

Feeling a rush of confidence Yoshichi took the opportunity, grasped her thighs in his hands and moving his head up to meet with her core, licking the slit from top to bottom.

The surprised moan he got from her was worth all of his courage as he continued to explore everything with his tongue.

MC on the other hand wasn't able to think straight with all the pleasure she was receiving and she sure wasn't expecting her lover to be that bold all of a sudden. But she didn't mind it, not at all.

His ministrations weren't slacking off the slightest, having the motivation to make her feel at least as good as she made him feel even made him speed up rather than slowing down with time, coaxing all those enchanting sounds out of her.

He wasn't experienced, MC knew that, but he seemed to be naturally talented to find all of her sensitive spots and grazing her clit just the way to give her enough pleasure.

If it were up to Yoshichi he would have continued until she was completely spent but before he was able to get her to her high she got up, separating his mouth from her core.

Even if every fiber of his being was screaming to grasp her again and make her feel good he fought against that urge, waiting what she had planned next for him.

She lowered herself again until she was eye to eye with him again, kissing him fervently.

As they separated again she looked him directly in his eyes, “You ready?”

With nothing but utter admiration and love in his gaze Yoshichi nodded as his hands laid themselves on her hips to support her.

MC took his member in one hand and aligned it with her entrance before lowering herself down, panting as she felt the tip of his still pulsing member inside of her, enticing a moan out of both of them.

After a short time of adjusting she lowered herself farther, feeling Yoshichi's fingers grip harder at her hips as he closed his eyes. The feeling of her walls clenching around him as she adjusted herself to him made him almost come immediately and it took him all of his willpower not to do so.

The moment she took all of him inside of her she took some moments to get adjusted to the feeling while both tried to get their breathing under control and steadying herself with her hands on his chest.

After some time MC spoke up again, “You ready?”

As she stared into Yoshichi's eyes again she was met with sheer determination in his eyes, “Ready as I'll ever be.”

With a smirk on her lips she first started to move slowly until she was bobbing up and down his shaft.

The moans filling the room were enchanting for both of them. Just the knowledge that they were the one making the other feel so good that they produced those beautiful sounds was dazzling.

Due to the former ministrations on both sides their orgasms were building rather quickly and soon they were both just panting messes clinging to each other, seeking their release.

Not long after the pleasure building up inside of them was almost unbearable on both sides but neither of them stopped until the other was satisfied which was the case just a few moments later.

MC hit her high first, making her walls clench around Yoshichi's member even more than was already the case, being the power to help him finding his own release right after her.

They both were panting messes clinging to each other until their breathing slowed down again and even then they stayed in that position for a little bit longer.

After what felt link hours to them Yoshichi slid out of her and laid her down beside him on his futon as he joined her under the covers while slinging his arms around her.

She copied him and they stayed cuddled up for a little bit longer, none of them being able to believe they just did that.

Just before they fell asleep out of exhaustion Yoshichi whispered softly, “I love you so, so much.”

MC shifted in the embrace, pecked him on the lips before answering, “I love you, too.”

After an exchange of a loving gaze they shared a soft kiss before getting comfortable again to sleep.

Just before Yoshichi fell asleep he heard MC's voice, “We're never gonna hear the end of this from Kageie.”

[vengfulfate]

Rose’s Twins, Ch. 6

Author Note - Holy crap, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’ve been having trouble with my main project, which means I haven’t really worked on this at all since the Ch. 5 upload. Thankfully I found a break in my main project and decided to use it to finish off Ch. 6 so I could upload it. Trying something new here, too, by trying to transcribe a canon scene. Don’t worry if you don’t like it, I probably won’t do it often.

Story Summary -   Melanie and Miltiades Malachite have trouble with love. They share everything, and this has either scared people away or made them think their relationship was more open than the twins would wish. Then along came Ruby Rose… could she be the one the sisters have searched for?

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“Another long day…” Miltiades groaned. The club had just closed, kicking out the last of the stragglers. “Somehow I thought working in a club would be more exciting.”

“I thought Ruby would be here one of these nights,” Melanie mentioned off-hand, “We haven’t seen here in a few days.”

“Her classes picked back up, she’s needed at school,” Miltiades reminded her twin.

“I know, but…” Melanie cut herself off.

Miltiades smirked. “The customers are gone Mil. You don’t have to keep up the tough face.”

“I miss her,” Melanie admitted to her twin.

“I know,” Miltiades hugged her sister, “I do too. Maybe we can surprise her at Beacon?”

“I would have done that ages ago,” Melanie confessed, “But she’s still afraid it will cause issues with the Schnee girl, her partner.”

“Oh… yeah…” Miltiades sighed. She looked to the door the moment Yang walked in with a blue-haired boy neither of them recognized. “What is she doing here?”

“Hm?” Melanie turned around to see what her sister had seen. “Yang?”

The twins approached the bar at the same time Junior called off his gunmen and invited Yang in to talk.

“I don’t know!” Junior argued with the blonde.

“How can you not know!?” Yang argued back.

“I haven't talked to him! I haven't even seen him since the night you first came in here,” Junior pointed his finger in Yang’s face. “He paid up front, I lent him my men, and none of them ever. Came. Back.”

“So where did they go?” The blue-haired boy interrupted.

Junior stared at him for a moment. “What kind of stupid question is that? They never came back. Who is this guy?”

“Don’t worry about him!” Yang pushed the boy aside, “Worry about me if I don’t find out what I want!”

Junior sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I already told you everything. Torchwick hired my boys, and I guess he wasn't happy with them. Which is something I can relate to!”

The twins reached the bar, settling themselves on the other side of Yang from the blue-haired boy.

“Hello, Yang,” The twins spoke in unison.

Yang jumped slightly at the vocal harmony. “Oh, hey girls.”

“What are you doing here?” Miltiades asked.

“And does your leader know where you are?” Melanie half-teased, half-genuinely-asked about Ruby.

“Well, Yang, you didn’t tell me you know twins,” The blue-haired boy smirked.

“Neptune, don’t,” Yang spoke to him with the same voice one would use to talk down a dog.

“Don’t be like that, Yang,” The boy, Neptune it seemed, playfully scolded. “What are you two doing later?”

“We’re already committed to someone,” The twins answered together.

“Who’s that?” Neptune never lost his cocky grin.

“Someone else,” The twins were getting increasingly annoyed.

“Come on! I’m sure you two, me, and your other can have fun together,” Neptune carried on unfazed, with finger-guns no less.

The image of Ruby and the twins compromised by Neptune was the last straw for Yang. She grabbed Neptune’s arm tightly, guiding him away from the bar. “Why don’t you go guard Bumblebee? We wouldn’t want anyone to steal her!” She strongly suggested.

“Ow! Ow! I get it, I’m sorry okay!?” Neptune took back him arm, rubbing where Yang’s vice-grip was. “I’m sorry. Sometimes I just get the better of myself…”

“We’re sure,” The twins deadpanned together.

Neptune looked between Yang and he twins. “I’ll, um… I’ll be outside.”

“Please tell me he is not your friend,” Melanie begged Yang.

“He’s not so bad, when he’s not hitting on you and your friends…” Yang defended. “Hey, you two wouldn’t happen to know anything about Roman Torchwick or the White Fang, would you?”

The names were definitely familiar to the twins. “No, sorry…” Miltiades answered.

“We know Junior sometimes gets up to shady stuff,” Melanie started to clarify.

“But we try to stay out of it,” Miltiades finished.

Yang rested her hands on her hips. “Well, as your girlfriend’s sister, I’m glad to hear that at least.”

“So… does Ruby know you’re here?” Melanie asked, trying to be subtle.

“Oh, yeah,” Yang nodded, “Team RWBY is kind of doing an… extracurricular investigation.”

“Into the White Fang?” Melanie was doubtful.

“Yeah, that’s not weird, right?” Yang waved it off. “We are huntresses!”

“In training.” Melanie deadpanned.

“Ruby told us about the docks,” Miltiades informed Yang.

“We know team RWBY sometimes takes things into their own hands,” Melanie picked up.

“That’s not fair, we were only looking for Blake!” Yang defended, “She was the one looking for the White Fang!”

The twins stared at Yang until the blonde realized what she said.

“Crap.”

“So where’s Ruby?” Melanie asked.

“We all split up to cover more ground. I came here because of my history with Junior,” Yang explained. “Ruby went with Weiss, mostly because with Neptune and his much nicer friend Sun, that made two people to a team.” Yang shifted in place like there was more to tell. “And kinda… because she was geeking out over the CCT tower.”

Miltiades sighed, Melanie agreeing with the sigh with a small smile and a short, “Of course.”

“Look, if you’re worried about Ruby hanging out with you, don’t be,” Yang assured, “She’s totally working on getting you into-” Yang suddenly cut herself off with a shocked look on her face.

“Into what?” The twins asked together.

“IS THAT THE TIME!?” Yang shouted, “Igottagoseeyoulatergirls!” The blonde turned to dash out of the club.

“Yang, wait!” The twins chased the brawler outside.

“I shouldn’t have said that…” Yang cursed herself for almost spoiling the surprise Ruby was planning, “I should not have said that…”

The twins followed Yang out into the street, “Yang!”

“Oh, hey girls!” Yang tried to play it off, “F-fancy seeing you here?”

“What is Ruby trying to get us into?” Melanie cut straight to the point.

“W-well… I mean y’see… That is to say…” Yang stalled, and luckily her scroll rang at just that moment. “Oh I have to get this!” She whipped out the scroll and pressed ‘accept’ before the twins could speak. “What’s up!?”

A female voice came over the line. “Everyone! If you can hear me, we need back-”

“HEEEELLLLP!” The female voice was cut off by a male voice. “Big robot! And it's big! Really big!”

Yang’s expression hardened to concern. “Sun, Blake?”

“That Torchwick guy is in it! But not, like, it didn't eat him. He's, like, controlling it or something!” The male voice continued.

“Where are you guys!?” Yang cried.

“HURRYYYY!” The voice came from both the scroll and down the street. The group in front of the club caught the sight of two people running away from a giant mech.

“I think that was them…” Neptune spoke up.

“Yeah, I got it,” Yang deadpanned, hopping onto her bike.

The twins shared a look to confirm that they both had the same thought, and the same worry. “Um, does this thing happen to your team often?” Melanie voiced the concern to Yang.

Yang was deaf to them, already hitting the throttle and taking off. Neptune barely made it onto the bike, and the pair were already three streets over by the time he found balance enough to speak. “So, they mentioned something about Ruby? As in your sister Ruby?”

“Not the time, horn-dog!” Yang yelled at him.

“Fair enough!” Neptune resolved to stay far away form anything that might piss off Yang. Including interfering in a relationship that may or may not include Yang’s sister.

Back at the club, Miltiades continuing concern prompted her to speak up. “So, we should follow them, right?”

“Yeah,” Melanie agreed. “Not that we don’t think Ruby can handle herself!” She quickly clarified.

“Of course!” The red twin nodded.

“And not because we don’t think the team can handle themselves!”

“Right!”

“We just… want to see them in action!”

“Yeah! That’s not weird…”

“Right?”

A moment of silence passed.

“It’s not like us being worried invalidates her as a fighter,” Melanie pointed out.

“If anything, her being a fighter validates our worries!” Miltiades agreed.

“Right, she’s putting herself at risk, of course we’re worried!”

“And it’s not like we’re going to jump into the fight.”

“Not unless she needs us.”

“She doesn’t even have to know we’re there!”

Another beat of silence.

“We should hurry while we can still follow them,” Miltiades resolved her confidence.

“It looked like they went toward the freeway,” Melanie nodded, trotting back into the club.

“They’re chasing a giant robot, we just follow the chaos, we’ll find them,” Miltiades theorized, “We need to get a car from Junior.”

“Already on it!” Melanie shouted from the door to the club.

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The twins were afraid they were already too late by the time they got on the road. That concern was quickly assuaged by upside down cars and frightened motorists on the freeway. Which also served to elevate their other concern. Melanie, behind the steering wheel, swerved between the wreckage quickly hoping to catch up. “Oh, shit!” She had to hit the brakes hard to stop before a massive ice patch the blocked the road. “That doesn’t look like a natural ice patch…”

The twins stepped out of the vehicle to examine the immediate area, and none too soon. Just a few seconds later, they heard the voice of their dear Ruby.

“Freezerburn!”

A patch of fog erupted from the ground far beneath the freeway, the direction of Ruby’s voice. The twins were sure they could make out people below if it weren’t for the sudden mist. There were some flashing lights, but it was hard to tell what was going on. The fog cleared in time for the twins to finally see Ruby, dashing between the robot’s legs and slicing at it with Crescent Rose.

“Cheackmate!” She shouted before dashing backwards. The two team mates the twins had yet to meet in person jumped forward and attacked together, coordinated in a way that impressed even twins. Even when the white one was hit by a well-placed shot, her last action was to power up the other one with some sort of spell.

“Must be her semblance?” Melanie suggested.

“Ladybug!”

Ruby dashed back forward, while her and the other team mate from ‘checkmate’ attacked the machine repeatedly. Just as the mech lost track of them, they came from above and severed one of its arms.

“Wow…” Miltiades couldn’t hide her amazement for the scene below, and Ruby’s total command of the situation.

“Yeah…” even Melanie admitted she was impressed.

Then they both flinched when Yang was sent through a wall. Miltiades was about to jump down before she heard Ruby yell, “Don’t worry!”

Melanie thought for a moment they were caught, until she heard Ruby describe her sister’s semblance to her team mate. “With each hit she gets stronger, and she uses that energy to fight back!” The twins settled and continued to watch in awe as Yang tore off the other arm by herself.

“No wonder we couldn’t beat her,” Melanie remarked, feeling a little better about the past.

“Bumblebee!”

Yang grabbed a long ribbon, the other end held by the black and white dressed team mate. The girl gripped the ribbon tight and literally spun the blonde in circles around her. But the mech was too fast for their pendulum and jumped out of the way.

“How will she-”

“Iceflower!”

“Nevermind.”

The white one cast a spell for Ruby to shoot through, and the result was a collection of icicles jamming the mech’s gears. On the next pass, Yang completely shattered the steel construct. The man controlling it form the inside stood quickly and turned to run.

The twins were temporarily distracted by an airship flying in behind them, carrying a short multi-colored stranger.

On the ground, Yang rushed forward and fired a shot at the man that ran the mech. Not a moment too late, the colorful stranger leapt down from the airship and blocked the shot with her umbrella. An umbrella that Melanie assumed was made form some kind of unknown mythical element, considering what Yang did to the machine a moment before.

Miltiades could have sworn she saw the two strangers in the airship for a short second, just as the colorful one cockily bowed in front of team RWBY on the ground. Yang attacked, and the image of their adversaries shattered. The airship flew away, now clearly having both enemies on board.

The fight was over, even though the pair of enemies got away. And watching the fight somehow made the twins even more attracted to Ruby, if that was even possible. They knew she was strong, and the leader of her team. But hearing stories was very different than seeing the action live in front of them.

Ruby’s team shared a short conversation the twins couldn’t make out from up high before leaving. The twins stayed there for a moment, thinking over what they witnessed. They were also more than a little glad to not have been caught following Yang to the battle.

“Is…” Miltiades finally broke the silence, “Is it weird that I found that kind of… hot?”

Melanie shook her head in answer, responded vocally with, “I think I’m in love with that girl.”

[goddamnitconnor-a]

I’d mentioned something about this a little bit ago, but there’s been something on my mind for a while, now, and I want to finally write something down. This is mostly because I was asked on the sidelines if I could make a post like this-- so here goes.

I’ll put most of this under a cut so anyone not interested can just scroll by without too much fuss, but first I’d like to say what this is all about.

Anxiety. Or, rather, how to not let it consume your life. Because we all experience it, most of us on a daily basis, but I’ve seen so few people actually do the right things to stop it from escalating to a critical point or try to do anything to manage it when they’re not in a critical mode. So, the rest of this will be cut for sake of length, but please:

If you have struggles with anxiety and recognize that it’s holding you back from enjoying any part of your life to the fullest extent, give the rest of this post a look over. These are honest, tried and true methods of reducing the impact of anxiety, both the obvious and less obvious, and I promise I wouldn’t offer them as suggestions unless I knew they’d have a beneficial impact on your overall health.

I’ll say this one last thing: if you’re thinking anything along the lines of ‘none of this will work for me’ or ‘my anxiety is too bad to do anything about without medication’ or ‘I’ve tried everything before and nothing really works so why bother’, then I’m speaking directly to you: please read the rest of this post. I don’t say it often, but you are so wrong.

Firstly, before I begin spewing out suggestions, everything I talk about here I have seen take a positive effect on both myself (dealing with bipolar depression and I’m sure other shit by this point) and people with severe intellectual disabilities (autism being the primary diagnosis), whom I support and work very closely with. I’ve also taken two college courses focused entirely on managing anxiety through very different strategies (mental vs physical activities) and a handful of others on building mindfulness, confidence, and self-image. Honestly, though, I’m drawing mostly from the former experiences because there’s nothing like seeing the words in action.

These techniques will be listed here only briefly because talking about each of them at length would make this an entire book. I might go into more detail in additional posts, if enough people would like me to or I’m feeling especially talkative another day. They are listed roughly in the order of most effective or most necessary, but honestly they all work in tandem with each other, so saying one is better than the other is a little misleading.

Attitude: We’ve all got it. Some are better than others, and some are just downright-- wait. Not that kind of attitude. I’m talking about our attitude towards our own mental health. I’m sure a lot of people believe they’re just supposed to suffer as much as they do or that it’s not really so bad and changing is too much effort. Essentially, the message is saying ‘I don’t care enough about myself to make the effort for my mental health’ no matter how you say it. Point blank, that’s a pretty shitty attitude to have, and no one wants to have a shitty attitude. No one likes feeling like shit, we just kind of get used to it and grow numb to it out of self defense against our own brains. Not the best habit to pick up. But one thing is certain: if you don’t believe you can help yourself and if you don’t believe you’re worth the effort, then nothing else is going to leave much of a mark. It all starts here, friends, and it’s usually the hardest step to take.

Deep breathing: Has to be next, doesn’t it? And it’s a very easy next step after that last one. The rules are very simple: block yourself off from outside stimuli (whether this means closing your eyes or fixating on a fixed spot in the distance to focus your attention or doing whatever you need to in order to take a minute to yourself); take a deep breath in through your nose for at least five but ideally seven seconds (breathe in so your stomach expands and not just your chest-- your shoulders shouldn’t rise more than they do when you’re yawning or sighing); hold the breath for up to three seconds; release your breath through your mouth slowly (take at least three but ideally five seconds) and make sure to fully push all of the air from your lungs. Repeat at least three times and up to ten times, depending on how high your stress and anxiety are at the time. The idea of the numbers is equal parts providing a structure so that the breath is under your control and providing a distraction from any other thoughts that might intrude. If you’re focusing entirely on counting the seconds of your breath or focusing on how the breath feels going in and out of your lungs, then you’re much less likely to worry about anything else. So don’t get too hung up on the specific numbers; understand their purpose and adjust them as you need to in order to fit your current situation. Do this before you go into a full-blown panic attack. It’s much more difficult to focus on deep breathing when you’re in panic mode, but taking a few deep breaths when you feel the first signs of something coming on could lessen or negate the physical and mental strain. Remember: It takes less than three minutes, even if you do all ten breaths, and there’s no equipment or special requirements. That makes this by far the easiest thing on this list to do, and the effects it can have are fucking mind-blowing.

Diet: Okay, maybe this will be the hardest step. But it doesn’t have to be! Diet changes can be huge, cold-turkey everything bad or small, subtle changes that ease you into a better lifestyle over the course of a few months or even a year. Both are totally cool! In fact, I’ve done both. There is so much I have to say about dieting, but I’ll list out the major points. Stop counting. I don’t care what it is, just stop counting it. Right now. Because guess what: you’re not counting the right things. Things you should be looking at? Sugar content. How processed the food is. Artificial flavoring and high fructose corn syrup. Things that really aren’t that important if you’re organizing your diet to be balanced and actually healthy? Fat content. Calories. What a coincidence. Also, eat breakfast. I know it means getting out of bed a little earlier, but for all that is good in this world, eat breakfast. Snack more often (not on potato chips; try some fruit), especially in the morning when your body is trying to balance out everything from the previous night (or, you know, whenever you sleep). Fruit, vegetables, nuts, protein bars (check that sugar content!), hard-boiled eggs, cottage cheese, and yogurt are all super easy and cheap snacks to grab and most of them are portable if you’re out and about often. Lunch doesn’t need to be big, but it needs to exist on some level. Heavy lunches will weigh you down and make you tired much earlier than you would be otherwise but no lunch will sap your energy and also leave you feeling drained earlier in the day. Dinner should be focused on protein and this is usually where people actually eat their vegetables, so keep that up! If you’re going to have a lot of empty carbs (like fries, mashed potatoes, rice, etc.), you better plan on having a post-dinner workout because guess where that belly fat is coming from. If you have anything to eat before bed, make sure it’s at least an hour before and it should have as little sugar and calorie content as possible. Protein is ideal for this time of the day!

Exercise: Oh boy. All of these steps are sounding pretty hard, aren’t they? Good news! You don’t have to go to the gym. You don’t even have to go outside. And I’m not about to preach youtube workout videos and giant squishy balls to roll around on. I am about to preach yoga. I know we only ever see super attractive and skinny women perching themselves in ridiculous poses on a fucking mountaintop at sunrise with some inspirational quote plastered everywhere and that’s what we think when we hear yoga, but you know what? I’ve taken yoga courses, and the only one even half-capable of flipping herself upside down on her head was our instructor-- because she’s been doing it forever. Most people had to use blocks and bands to assist them with most of the poses. Yoga is not for the fit and bendy only; in fact, the less fit and bendy you are, the more you’ll probably benefit from the practice. A few simple stretches in the morning isn’t going to change your life, but it’s a start. There are plenty of free videos and apps around to help you get started with easy things that will make the rest of your day a little easier, and I guarantee you’ll start feeling so much better that you’ll get addicted to it. If you happen to already be a reasonably active person, then just make sure you’re getting at least 30 minutes of at least moderate activity in order to get the most benefit out of your workout. The most beneficial time to do any exercise is first thing in the morning after you wake up, but right before meals or mid-day when you might be feeling a bit of a drag are also ideal times. Anything above low-intensity exercise before you go to bed will definitely hurt your sleep cycle, but there are some yoga poses and other kinds of exercise that are actually very beneficial to relaxing and getting a better night’s sleep.

Meditation: This should be higher on the list, but again the list really isn’t a ranked thing. I’m only putting it this far down because I believe that meditation doesn’t always stick out to people as something especially helpful. That’s because meditation doesn’t show instant results and a lot of people do it very wrong, so they don’t get any results at all. Because of this, I think if the above techniques are implemented then meditation will become more attractive because some control and balance in your life will have already been established with the other things. I would recommend starting with guided meditation no matter what, if you’ve never done it before or even if you think you’ve been doing it ineffectively. Meditation is very flexible, which is one of the things I love most about it. Once you understand the real purpose of meditating and how to handle any potential distractions while you’re meditating, you can do it almost anywhere and at any time-- and you can spend five minutes with yourself or two hours. Any amount of quiet and calm for your mind will help it immensely! Also, if you’re feeling drained and are unable to do any stretches or exercises to wake yourself up, meditation can actually make you more alert and refreshed. This is especially helpful for people trying to focus on a task that needs to be accomplished but that attention span just isn’t cutting it. Meditation should center you, calm your mind, boost your focus, and clear your head of distracting thoughts and worries unrelated to the task at hand. Stress and anxiety should reduce and if you go into a deep enough trance, a sense of euphoria (similar to that infamous ‘runner’s high’) will accompany you for a while afterwards. If it’s not doing that for you, then you should probably seek out some sort of guide to help you meditate more effectively.  

Water: Just drink it. I won’t say that you can’t drink too much, because of course you can, but chances are high you aren’t drinking as much as you should be. It depends a lot on your activity levels, what you’re eating throughout the day, and your exposure to the sun or other high heat elements, but a few signs that you’re not drinking enough water are: if you get frequent headaches, especially near the top/crown of your head; if you get muscle cramps-- they can be anywhere, but leg cramps are very common and I experience stomach cramps easily when I’m dehydrated; if you’re thirsty (simple as that); if you find yourself yawning/breathing deeply excessively. Drinking water first thing in the morning will help you wake up and cold water before meals will reduce your appetite so you don’t overeat. 

There is so much more I could say about anxiety and so many other, little things that can be done to make things easier on yourself, but these are the really big ones. The ones that I guarantee, if practiced together even on a minimal level, will improve your health both physically and mentally to the extent that you’ll never believe you lived so miserably for so long without doing these simple things. Because here’s the hard news: We weren’t meant to sit in a dark room in front of a computer screen all day. We weren’t meant to play video games for 12 hours a day. We weren’t built to digest the obnoxious amount of empty carbs and overload of sugar that is basically forced in our face every time we turn around. Our bodies are meant to work and they’re meant to be maintained-- and if you feel like that statement doesn’t apply to you, you probably don’t understand your body as well as you think you do. I’m not saying I know anyone’s specific situation and of course there are always outrageous exceptions to even the most reliable of rules, but for the majority of people reading this, the only real block against you and a healthier you is just plainly you. That’s not an easy thing to accept or make peace with, but the sooner we realize that we most often are the only ones holding ourselves back, the easier it will be for us to help ourselves get better. These are just steps and suggestions. Just words on a screen. Any time they’re put into practice and any time they give anyone any sort of benefit, that victory is not mine. Don’t give me the credit. Because you’re doing all of it. And you’ve been able to all along, so I’m glad you’re finally waking up and realizing it.

[writemywaytoyourheart]

First short story: A Simple Change pt 1

A/N: hey guys I thought I'd try a short story first just to give you guys a lil somethin' to see if you'd like to follow me haha, fluff is my life tho for real.... I love this type of stuff. Pls let me know if you want this to turn into something longer or if you're fine with it just being a short story. Y/N= your name and H/N= his name 🖤 I SUGGEST LISTENING TO THE SONG "CHANCES" BY THE THE BACKSTREET BOYS BEFORE, WHILE, OR AFTER YOU READ THIS, IT IS VERY !!!!. Although I wrote the story before I heard the song it's perfect. Ok enjoy~

Summary: She had no idea her perfect schedule would be thrown off course from the simple change of a song, an untied shoe lace and a little wind....neither did he for that matter, bus schedules and sleeping in don't mix...

Warnings: none unless fluff makes you combust then I suggest being careful 👀

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Her:

Comfortable. Yet, lonely. Those were the perfect words to describe her day so far. It all started off pretty nice. She had no idea her perfect schedule would be thrown off course from the simple change of a song, an untied shoe lace and a little wind....

She woke up at 8:00 this morning and had her usual routine:

Open eyes....check phone.....stay on phone longer than intended..... Use the restroom....Drink morning tea and eat blueberry muffin....brush teeth....attempt to brush hair.....fail.....wrestle hair into a ponytail....grab any old outfit (today it happened to be a white T-shirt tucked into a yellow skirt just above the knee, some knee high white socks and converse), grab her book bag and rush out the door. *Mustn't forget headphones!*

This all lead her to where she was now. Walking to the beat of one of her favorite songs playing through her headphones. There was just something about the fact that no one else could hear the song but her that she loved. She hummed along to The Backstreet Boy's newest song Chances, when she realized her shoe was untied. Bending down she quickly and lazily tied it up and continued walking...

🎶"Is it love? Is it fate? Where it leads, who can say, maybe you and I were meant to be.."🎶

That's when the wind started to pick up, the weather was perfect earlier, but now it seemed to wanna play as the leaves blew gently down the sidewalk. There weren't too many people out today, just enough where you had to watch where you were going..

Suddenly she heard a song she very much did not like start to play, what song even is this? She thought, irritated. Stopping again she scrolled through her playlist and replayed Chances, making sure to put it on repeat. Smiling, she continued to swiftly avoid colliding with people walking different directions. Today's gonna be a good day, right when she thought it, the wind picked up and her hair whipped around like a lasso.

Grunting, she stopped in front of a store window to see her hair had come undone and was now worse than her bed head this morning. She grumbled as she combed her hair roughly with her fingers Chances still echoing in her ears..

🎶"What if I'd never run into you?"🎶

She yanked her hair into a ponytail again..

🎶"What if you never smiled at me?"🎶

Murmuring grumpily she finally managed to wrangle it into a semi decent hairdo..

🎶"What if I hadn't noticed you too? You never showed up where I happened to be.."🎶

Then she turned around just in time to smash right into someone. She yelped as she lost her balance swinging her arms in an attempt to try and catch herself, ultimately failing and falling along with the victim of her flails, and collided with the hard concrete.

She looked up to apologise but froze when she saw the boy on the ground in front of her, wincing as he made eye contact with her as well, following suit with her as he just stared....what...just...happened?...

🎶"I coulda just walked by...who woulda thought?"🎶

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Him:

*beep beep beep*

"Hungh, just five mooore minutesss" he curled back up into his covers, welcoming the warmth.

*beep beep be- slam!*

"I said shut up you stupid alarm! I couldn't sleep at all last night!! Just have mercy on me!!!" He angrily threw it across the room wincing slightly as it smashed into the wall and landed on the floor..then he just glared at it and put his head back under the covers, falling asleep again.

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

Sunlight poured into his room as he slowly opened his eyes. Grunting sleepily he sat up and rubbed his eyes, hands rubbing his head and mussing up his hair as he yawned. He glanced at his phone.

8:30?!?

He jumped out of bed and stumbled to his dresser quickly yanking out a pair of black jeans and a worn out green sweatshirt, pulling them on as fast as could he grabbed some socks and his sneakers then ran out into the kitchen.

I'm gonna be so late, he thought as he grabbed a granola bar and poured some orange juice into a bottle. He sat on the couch and tied his shoes while stuffing his breakfast bar into his mouth. "I'm so late, I probably already missed the bus," he muttered, standing up and grabbing his backpack along with his phone and headphones. Then he hurried out of his apartment, locking the door heading to the bus stop.

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

"I knew it!! Dang friggin ghsirhafwiabdi rbshdbejsbdjs!!!" He stomped and jumped up and down in frustration, until he realized he probably looked crazy. The bus had just pulled away when he ran up. He straightened out his hair and thought calmly to himself, ok, I'll just walk, I can get there in time anyway, I'll just speedwalk. Yeah. Plans change, it's fine....

Walking all slumped over he decided to put on his favorite song Chances. That cheered him up a bit, but not much. He kicked the leaves blowing across the sidewalk as he hummed.

🎶"What are the chances, that we'd end up dancing? Like 2 in a million, like once in a life."🎶

The wind picked up a little but he didn't mind, walking wasn't too bad. It was nice today, maybe he'd walk more often.... Ah, who was he kidding? This was stupid. Why couldn't he have a life like in the books? Curse his hopeless romantic heart.

🎶"What if I hadn't asked for your name? If time hadn't stopped when you said it to me..."🎶

He just happened to close his eyes as he hummed, walking to the beat. Probably not the best idea.

🎶"Of all of the plans that I could've made, of all of the nights that I couldn't sleep"🎶

He opened his eyes right before the girl turned and slammed right into him, he tried to grab her to steady her but she flailed her arms and smacked him in the face, hard. He was already off balance but that hit took him down. He fell and hit his butt on the hard concrete. He winced and rubbed his tailbone, then looked up to see if the girl was ok. She was staring at him through her hair; her ponytail was over her forehead. It was covering everything except her eyes, but he couldn't help but stare as well....Maybe missing the bus wasn't so bad after all....

🎶"What's a guy like me, doin in a place like this? Gettin close to you...But here we are."🎶

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Her:

"I.....I-I'm so sorry. Oh...Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. I.... I wasn't watching where I was going. Oh I feel t-terrible. Oh my gosh." She stuttered the best apology she could come up with in the moment as she tried to get her hair out of her face. The boy just stared at her in shock. His right cheek started to get red where she hit him, oh no, I-I hurt him! Oh gosh I feel terrible, I probably just ruined his day. Good going.

She started to blush in embarrassment, but bravely took a breath and said shakily, "I'm....I'm really so sorry, is your face ok? I feel so bad, how can I make it up to you?" She wrung her hands.

The boy wouldn't move....this was making it worse....did she hurt him so bad he went into shock?? What should she do?? She started to panic, then the boy smiled....was that a smile or was he gonna cry? Oh no.....no wait. That was definitely a smile....a smirk even.....a smirk? Why on earth was he smirking? She wished he wasn't so cute. That made this so much more awkward...

"Hey, I'm sorry it was my fault too, don't worry haha, here let me help you." The boy snapped out of it and took her hand pulling her up with him as he chuckled softly. "And I needed a good slap to wake me up for the day so thank you" he smiled brightly at her.

Oh help. He's so cute. She smiled and laughed a little at his joke. "Well, glad I could be of some help haha, I hope I didn't make you late, I'm guessing you go to the college over there?" She pointed towards the college.... Why would I say that. How creepy could I be? Oh gosh, I dug myself in even deeper. What is wrong with me??

The boy just smiled, "yeah I do, you too?" She smiled and nodded, thankful she hadn't scared him away. "Well, we could walk together if you want? Its nice to have company." His words shocked her. "y-yeah, yeah, sure!" She stuttered.

After they collected themselves, they walked side by side towards the college, talking about random things and laughing at each other's jokes. All too soon they reached where the girl's class was, and she reluctantly turned to the boy. "Well, this is me, thanks for being so kind, maybe I'll see you around campus?" She was quiet but he heard her and smiled. "Yeah, hey I never got your name, I'm H/N...."

"oh yeah, haha, I'm Y/N...."

"Well, Y/N, didn't you say you wanted to make it up to me for smacking me in the face at 9 in the morning?"

Panic.....he was angry....she knew it...."o-oh yeah. Yes. Um, what can I do to make it up to you?"

He just smirked. "There's a coffee shop on campus, wanna meet up there for a break later? I'd enjoy the company." He had no idea where this confidence he had was coming from but he just played along with it.

She was shocked to say the least.....she couldn't get any words out so she just nodded her head really hard and quick then turned and ran into her classroom.

What are the chances she'd run into a boy like that?? She couldn't wait until break time..

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End note: hey babes I hope you liked it! I loved writing it, and I can't wait to write part 2!!!! Reblog if you want~~ 💞💞

[ayurileopardsdream]

A Hand-held Curse. Chapter 1.

C.A Cupid tried doing a confidence spell on Raven, but instead, she was magically and physically attached to her secret girlfriend.

(This is just a dumb but cute idea that’s been floating around in my head, and also practice in case I want to write something bigger with these two. Plus I really really really wanna add something to the fandom ^^)

Rating: T

Words: 2,360

Au: none

Fandom: Ever After High

Characters / Pairing: Raven Queen x Apple White

Genre: romance, hurt & comfort, fluff.

No, it wasn’t. It’s not True Hearts Day yet. Just another random Wednesday afternoon, and Raven was having a miserable and grumpy one at that.

“Oh relax Raven, it’ll be fine! All you have to do is go up to him, and tell him no. You’re not available and you’d like him to leave you alone.” said Apple calmly, as if it were just that easy.

“It’s not that easy, Apple!” exclaimed Raven, as she threw yet another bouquet of flowers out there two-fairytale-story window, making that 6 this month. “I can’t say I’m not available, because then he’ll ask who to. And I can’t drag anyone else into this. Maddie might agree to be my fake girlfriend, but then I’ll feel bad cause I don’t want to fake anything with anybody else. I just want to be with you.” As she finished speaking, she whined and came to hug Apple from behind, as Apple stood at her dresser, looking at her mini-mirror while playing with her hair and makeup again, and gave a little gasp as cold, plum colored lips brushed her neck so gently, while arms wrapped around her torso and brought her in close.

When they were alone, absolutely alone, Raven Queen couldn’t keep her hands off her wonderlandiful and spelltastic secret girlfriend, none other than the magnificent Apple White. And Apple White loved it.

Softly cooing while Raven snuggled her and kissed every little spot she could while in that position, and finally after an hour, Apple put her makeup down, carefully turned around in Raven’s strong arms, and because they were so much closer to each other than they normally were, Apple gave a secret and mischievous smile as she pulled down the neckline of Raven’s shirt, and placed a chaste and loving kiss on Raven’s collarbone, pressing her lips down, so her lipstick left a glorious mark on the pale-white skin. Marking her territory, and Raven loved it. 

“Well, someone’s feeling brave.” Raven teased, only tightening her arms as she rested her head on Apple’s shoulder.

“Yes, and you should be feeling the same, telling Dexter to stop bringing you flowers and love notes! You have to make him leave you alone!” Apple pouted, but a smile soon returned when Raven kissed her lips ever so softly, but enough that passion was felt.

Then there was a knock at the door.

“Ugh!” Raven groaned, pulling away despite how warm and comfortable she felt there, and Apple just giggled while turning back around to re-apply her lipstick for the third time that morning, and there was none other than Cupid at the door.

“Raven! Good afternoon! Maddie sent me over, saying you needed some magic help with boy troubles?”

“Hah!” yelled Apple, making Raven laugh and Cupid giggle despite her confusion.

Raven rolled her eyes, inviting Cupid in to sit on her bed which was on the right side of the room, if your back was to the door. Cupid came in and sat, smiling a little awkwardly, she was just utterly confused. Don’t worry, she knew of their secret relationship. Angel of Love after all. 

“So what exactly do you need help with, Raven? I hope you’re not going to ask me to spell a boy for you so you can make an excuse to slink away with Miss White over here.”

Raven rolled her eyes, then linked them with Apple’s through her little mirror, they made kissy faces at each other lovingly, before Raven sat next to Cupid.

“I need some... confidence magic. I heard you can do that?”

“Mainly around the heart, Raven. If it isn’t love, it isn’t me.”

“It is about the heart. I need Dexter to... unlove me.”

Cupid froze, her eyes surprised and a little hurt, mainly because of her own relationship regarding the less dashing Charming Prince. Raven just had to explain a little more.

“Cupid, don’t be upset with me for saying this, he’s great and all, but I will never love Dexter the way he loves me. I love Apple, no one else. He’s a good friend. Nothing more. And I just... I need the confidence to put him away permanently.” 

By this time, Apple had finished her lipstick, and came to sit next to the other two, snuggling up to Raven’s side and holding her hand lovingly, stroking her dark girlfriend’s hand with her thumb, and nuzzling her shoulder with her lightly powdered cheek. “I’ve told her she can do it, but she refuses to say anything without help. I’m not really ready for the entire school to know about us, but it pains us both that he just won’t quit. And since you’re one of few others with magic, she wouldn’t talk to anyone else. She was just about to see you actually.” Apple explained, and smiled a little more when Raven lifted their entwined hands to kiss Apple’s knuckles, Cupid literally grabbed at her chest at how perfectly cute these two princesses were. Taking a moment, Cupid stood up with a determined look on her face.

“Alright. I’ll try. This isn’t my expert field, so forgive me if nothing happens.” Cupid stood up, and as if by magic, Cupid pulled her bow from her back and between her seraph wings, and then an arrow from her hidden quiver, and she aimed it right at Raven’s heart, and she made herself and the arrow and her eyes glow a heavenly yellow, adding more magical quality to the arrowhead then there already was. Apple made a very uncomfortable face, staring at the arrow, and then Raven, and then the arrow again. Being hit with an arrow... did it hurt? She wouldn’t know because she’d never been hit by one before. Hehehe. Lucky her.

As Cupid pulled back the string, Raven widened her eyes and raised her arms, she had to know the truth. The truth about those arrows. “How do those arrows work, Cupid? When you shoot them at people.” 

Cupid lowered her arrow, grinning ear to ear. She was really happy that someone actually cared/wanted to know how she and her work worked/wanted to have a conversation alongside asking her for a favor. It was nice for people to want to talk a little. 

“Well, the magic has a limit on the arrow. The entire arrowhead doesn’t go into a person, mainly the first half, and with the magic I have, my arrow phases into where and who I hit, it doesn’t hurt, and depending on how strong the magic, the arrow can be used again as I pluck it from whom I’ve shot at, or the magic consumes the arrow, and it disappears on contact.” Aiming her arrow once again, she grinned and started to glow once more. “Make sense?”

Raven nodded, squeezing Apple’s hand from her nervousness still. Here we go, untested confidence and love magic on a dark magically unstable goth princess.

“3... 2... 1... pew!”

The arrow flew, and Raven gave a little gasp as the arrow found it’s mark, and Apple squeezed Raven’s hand back, gasping after Raven did merely in surprise. “Raven? Are you okay? Does it hurt?” 

Raven stared at the carpet as the arrow stuck out of her chest, and she blinked before taking a deep breath as the magic entered her. “I’m okay. It’s just... weird.”

Cupid stepped forward, taking the arrow from Raven and putting it back into her quiver, and both Apple and Cupid stared at Raven, not sure what to do or say.

Suddenly, Raven took a deep breath, turned to Apple and stared her dead in the eye. “I have a lot of depression and anxiety that everybody doesn’t know about, when I don’t sleep with you at night it’s because I’m shutting myself off from the world and you, keeping myself to my horrible thoughts, I say I want to be alone but I want nothing more than to be with you and be in your arms and be by your side, and I’m telling you this now because I know you’ll still love me if not more.”

Apple literally had her mouth drop, Cupid was also wide-eyed and surprised but she had her mouth closed, and even jokingly tried to close Apple’s mouth.

“So much confidence...” Apple whispered in awe and shock. It was beautiful, and confident. But then of course, something hit her in the back of her mind. There was always something wrong when magic was used without complete knowledge. So what was the side effect to Raven?

“...Apple? I know you love me, but you can let go of my hand now.”

“I-I can’t..”

“What do you mean you can’t?”

Apple and Raven were suddenly tugging on their arms, trying to separate themselves from each other. They loved each other, but they needed space sometimes right? 

“...Cupid... you know how your magic sometimes gets people to act like magnets, and hug the hex out of each other?”

“....Yes?” 

Raven held up their hands up, giving a pout. “I think your magic attracted our hands together. We can’t pull them apart!” Raven visibly struggled, even lifting a finger before it silently slapped its way back onto the latched mess. Huh.

“W-well, now you can be confident about your relationship in public?” Cupid suggested, already making an awkward smiling face while scrunching her head into her shoulders. You know the look.

Raven groaned, using her other hand to rub her face. Maybe this was a good thing? They’d be much closer as friends, they already hold hands in stuff in public, and-

“Crap! Apple, our classes!” Raven |squawked, looking rather frantic now. “You have Damsel-in-distressing and I have Home Evil-nomics at the same time. And you have never missed a class unless it was absolutely necessary.”

Apple looked rather perturbed, thinking about that too.

“Maybe if we tell people about the magic?” She suggested, shrugging. It wouldn’t hurt, and it might ease them out of some of the trouble if not all. But then the confidence magic kicked in.

“No!” Raven yelled, standing up and jerking Apple up with her. “We should tell everyone about us, it’s time to come clean. I don’t want to hide my love for you any longer. If they love us, they’ll support us!” Raven boasted, puffing out her chest a little at her prideful confidence. Apple just looked at Cupid with a look that read “you did this.” In which Cupid awkwardly giggled, and started backing out of the room.

Wait hey!” Apple whined, reaching her free hand out. “Don’t leave us here like this!”

“Sorry,” Cupid shrugged, opening the door from behind. “My magic doesn’t go away for hours, there’s nothing I can do until then.”

“How long!” Apple yelled, but Cupid was already gone.

Hours, huh?

“Raven, please stop kissing me! This is serious!”

After that crazy fiasco, Apple had awkwardly called Maddie with one hand, because if anyone knew how to deal with Raven, other than herself, it was the Mad Hatter-ess. Thankfully Maddie came right away, and Apple explained the situation, while Raven was being a very confident bird-brain.

“So after you sent Cupid, very funny by the way, she shot the arrow with confidence magic, our hands are glued together, and Raven has a little too much confidence. I love her but this is nuts!”

Raven stood on her bed suddenly, and again, Apple was pulled with her.

“Have some confidence! The whole world should know the truth! I believe that everyone will support us, I-” 

With a quick movement, Maddie had sat both the girls down, and had duct taped Raven’s mouth shut, and given her an empty tea cup to hold onto. Check and mate. In which Raven pouted and shut up, making Apple giggle and kiss her girlfriend’s grumpy eyebrows. 

“This is only temporary Raven. I’m not really ready to come out just yet, okay? I’m sure our friends will all support us too, but then there are the headmasters, mostly Milton, and then our parents, and the teachers, and...” She took a deep breath, before staring Raven in her beautiful purple eyes.

“Please. Have confidence in me.” 

Raven nodded, and wiggled her mouth, wanting the duct tape to be taken off, and Apple carefully removed it with her right hand, and then kissed the pain away from Raven’s lips and cheeks. 

“So... Maddie... Do you have any idea on how to keep this under wraps? Raven might not be able to help herself if a situation comes up, and... and if Dexter comes around to see Raven, she might blurt out about us, and... this is all so complicated!” 

Madde sat at Raven’s desk, already drinking tea, then took a minute to think. “I suggest that you two first deal with your Dexter problem. Tell him the truth, and have confidence he won’t spread the news. Then go to the teachers and explain the misunderstanding. Magic sure is mad in this school, they should understand. Then... have a cup of tea!” She squealed, then looked at her wrist. 

“Well, would you look at the time. I’m afraid I have to go. Good luck you two, text me later on what happened!”

Just like that, they were alone again to deal with their thoughts.

“Hey Apple?”

“Yes Raven?” 

“Are you mad at me?”

Apple turned and looked at a sniffly Raven who looked ready to puppy-face her way to tears. She quickly cupped Raven’s cheek, bringing their foreheads together.

“I could never be mad at you. It was a simple mistake. We just have to work through this. It’ll be fine. Trust me. We can do this. It’s okay.” 

Raven nodded, moving closer so they could awkwardly hug, before the settled down on Raven’s bed, lying next to each other, hands in between and underneath them, and Raven’s head and hair being stroked by Apple’s fingers while she rested herself upon Apple’s chest.

They had a lot to do the next day. It’d be a challenge. But they always got through challenges together. It’d be okay! Because nothing can destroy Rapple.

“...Apple?”

“Yes Raven?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

(the end.)

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Hiya! Can I request RFA/Saeran+MC going grocery shopping together? Could you also include which aisle they would spend the longest time in? I hope that's not too much >.

Here ya go! Grocery shopping is nice because there’s a lot of food and I’m quite fond of that stuff.

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Ok but this boy knows what’s up

He’s been to the grocery store so many times, he canprobably finish all his shopping with his eyes closed (or at least one of themclosed if you know what I mean hahahhaha sorry)

He’s like those moms who are into super couponing probablybecause his own mom was too

He has a whole binder full of coupons waiting to beused, and he’s categorized them all according to types and %off.

Even if you’ve been grocery shopping before, goingwith Yoosung is a whole other deal

Jeez is it intense

Though who knew browsing the vegetable aisle with this boy byyour side would prove to be such an enlightening experience?

Unless you tell him you already know most of the stuff he’s saying, Yoosung will not hesitate to stop in front of every single thing and tell you about its various uses in cooking, or just life in general

And by every single thing I mean every single damn thing, even if it’s considered elementary knowledge

“This is a banana—“

“I know Yoosung,I know.”

He’ll also teach you really simple recipes while youload up your cart with food

“If you have trouble sleeping, heat up some milk andsprinkle some powdered nutmeg into it!” actually very comforting imo

“For really brown bananas, if you don’t want to eatthem or can’t use them at the moment, put them in the freezer and you can makeyummy banana bread with them later!”

“If you ever slice apples and want to prevent themfrom turning brown, just dip them in a bit of lemon juice!”

Thank you Yoosung Sensei

Every time you go grocery shopping together, you knowyou’ll return home feeling like you just took an intensive nutrition class

Spends longest time in:

Literally everywhere????

The only aisle he doesn’t really visit is the liquor aisle, but other than that he’ll spend the same amount of time in each place. Occasionally he will steer clear of the milk section after remembering some, ah, unpleasant memories

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Okay so he’s not quite a dolt when it comes to grocery shopping that’s for sure, like he knows about the basics, and of course he’s a beer expert

Though he is nowhere close to being on Yoosung’s Godly Grocery level

and Zen will never admit that he doesn’t know jack shit about what he buys most of the time

He’ll try to seem knowledgeable just for you, and he does want you to eat healthy (”Fruits and vegetable ares good for the skin! Though my skin is already amazing enough.” thank you zen that makes me feel so much better about myself)

But he’s not sure what to do with 90% of the stuff he puts in your cart

When you guys go home, he’ll sneak a phone call to Yoosung, list all the items that he bought, and Yoosung in turn will teach him a few possible recipes

Tbh usually such a phone call would sound like some shady drug dealing cuz it starts all like:

“Hey, Yoosung,” Zen casts a wary eye around before whispering, “I’ve got new goods.  Can you hook me up with some plans?”

But it’s okay, you’ll relax once you hear them talking about the properties of lettuce

“Zen, let me get this straight. You bought a whole octopus…without actually knowing how to cook it?!”

“Uh, yeah.”

“WHY?!”

“Well, I can’t be her knight in shining armor if I don’t know how to deal with a mere octopus!”

When Seven hears about this, he’s all like “move aside fabled evil dragon, the princess in the tower is now guarded by a wriggling, squishy octopus. How will Zen slay the mighty beast?”

Spends longest time in:

Cosmetics aisle! And I mean spends a loooooooooooooOOOng time. He wants you to try stuff on. Then he wants you to give him a makeover. Then he wants to take pictures. Then he finds new products to try. The infernal cycle begins again. 

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She never really had any  time to go grocery shopping before, and soshe would just buy her meals from the convenience store

So the first time you went shopping together, oh boy was this girl lost

Although she knows all the fruits and vegetables and different types of meat, so the basics,  she just doesn’t know what to buy because there are so many choices??

She just wants to buy everything and try it all 

And so she does

You’re zooming around all the aisles, and soon each of you have your own cart chock full of food

In the end, two end up buying too much and invite Yoosung over to help y’all cook 

“Okay, I get that you wanted to buy a lot to get variety, but that does not explain why you had to buy 10 packs of meat and a total of 5 types of squash,” says Yoosung, mildly exasperated. 

Spends the longest time in:

The bakery section! She likes to look at their desserts to get inspiration, and will sometimes by those that catch her fancy. Although she also does spend a lot of time in the coffee section, however, there usually isn’t a lot of variety so she tends to be a bit disappointed. 

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Jumin Han grocery shopping?

“Why go to the grocery store when the grocery store could come to you?”

babe PLS

“If you really want to make food yourself, why don’t you just order the ingredients online?”

Because grocery shopping is fun? sometimes

If you’re so insistent about going to the store, he’s 100% down to open one someplace in the building just for you.

Once you turn down all his extravagant ideas and manage to drag his fine ass to the store, Jumin is frowning.

Just like Yoosung, he’ll stop in front of every product there is. But this time, he’ll talk about them from a business perspective.

“If a watermelon costs this much for one pound, then for it to be of a profitable price, the amount of edible watermelon must be equal to—”

“Jumin we’ve been standing here for ten minutes.”

He’ll still occasionally stop to calculate the price per consumable unit though

Mutters to himself the whole time

But he proves to be immensely useful 

You’re comparing two types of dumplings, different companies, slightly different prices

“Jumin, which one comes out to be the best buy?”

Hoooooooh he’ll go all out 

He compares approximate size of dumplings, nutritional values, price per unit, reputability of manufacturer, you name it

So when you go grocery shopping, always bring yourself a Jumin Han to buy the best products in the store

Also because this rich boy is really cute when he wanders around, a little crease between his eyebrows, whispering equations to himself under his breath as he trails behind you like a little kid

Spends longest time in:

Pet food aisle, duhh. Would never dare feed Elly ‘commoner cat food’, though he’ll consider it if you make some brand suggestions. On a side note I feel like Jumin has tried Elly’s food before, especially if it’s something she seems to really like. “Maybe I can replicate this taste but make it something safe for humans to eat?”

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cOme ON iT’S SAYOUNG WE ALREADY KNOW IT’LL BE A MESS

First of all, you guys are never both walking.  Either you’re in the cart and he pushes, or the other way around.

Here’s the thing though, he’s not so much in the cart as under it

I saw a picture of this but I can’t find it… you know how there’s usually a rack beneath the cart? Yeah, he just lies down on that.

If you leave him under the cart and wander too far away, he will yell “MArcO!” until you answer “polo” in an equally loud manner

This has gotten you kicked out more than a couple of times

“What do you mean soda and chips aren’t enough to sustain the human body?”

“What’s a vegetable?”

It’s like, he knows of the stuff, but he’s never seen any in person

“Wow…that’s…is that really an orange? In flesh????”

“This is edible?” he says, holding a pack of shrimp in his hands

While in the frozen food section: “I wonder what would happen if we blended a pizza, and then used that pizza to make pizza sauce for another pizza? Like…pizzaception.”

you guys actually tried doing that but regretted it because that shit was disgusting

Food puns

He will try to be more serious if you tell him, but why would you? 

Saeyoung makes grocery shopping seem like an adventure

Spends longest time in:

I mean when he’s under the cart he doesn’t really have a choice so he’ll chill there and contemplate whether or not he should lick the floor while you get the food.  However, if he’s the one pushing you, you bet he’ll head straight to the snack section. That’s his turf. Will glower at those who dare approach his precious chips. “So um Saeyoung are we just gonna wait around here and chase people away all day or…?” 

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He’s the type of kid that has absolutely no idea about anything

He’ll point at a cabbage and call it a cucumber

He says carrots grow on trees

You get a lot of stares because he calls everything by the wrong name with so much confidence

The baby is super proud of himself and you don’t have the heart to tell him he’s wrong

That changes when Yoosung goes shopping with him once though.  Yoosung almost cried when Saeran asked him what this weird, round white thing was called (answer: an oinion. HAH SAERAN IS LIKE AN ONION, HE HAS LAYERS HAHAHAHAHHA I’M SO FUNNY)

Yoosung lowkey kidnaps Saeran and they have a study session together where Saeran learns about the marvelous world of fresh produce

But once you go back to the store together after he studied hard, it’s so precious

Saeran correctly identifies most of the stuff, but after every time he names something, he’ll glance at you, as if waiting for your approval

once you give him a tiny nod, a smile playing around your lips, his eyes will just light the fuck up and ;sdfja;lskdfjaslkdfja the baby bean is gonna blush a lil’ because w oW he did it???

Saeran reverts back to a toddler when y’all go to the store, you better hold his hand or he’ll wander off and get lost in another dimension

Spends longest time in:

ya, the ice cream section. you can get ice cream on a stick?? w h at???? a pre made ice cream cone???? w HA t??? I CAN BUY TWO LITERS BUCKETS OF ICE CREAM??? W  H AT?!??!??!?! It’s a Saeran heaven and half the bill goes to his own, full cart of ice cream. 

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Rin’s Diary: Headphone problem

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T TAKE THEM BACK!?” I shout, franticly waving my arms in disbelief, almost hitting ‘K’ who is standing behind me.

“Once they have been worn, we cannot take them back unless they are faulty in some way. Sorry, but policy is policy.” The cashier behind the counter calmly replied. Boiling in anger at that reply, I slowly reach down to where I keep my knife.

As if sensing what I am going to do, ‘K’ puts a hand on my shoulder, halting me from grabbing my knife. With his ever stoic face, I see him place a piece of paper on the counter in front of the man. The man reads the paper, glancing between me and ‘K’, until finally sighing.

“Look, ma’am. No matter what situation you and your husband are in, we can’t refund the headphones. I’m sorry, but that’s just how it is.” H-husband… j-just w-what did he write to the guy!? But… husband… that would make me the…wife! Lost in my thoughts, I don’t even notice that the guy has walked away until ‘K’ shakes me slightly. Looking around, I notice that we are not alone, and the people in line behind us are starting to get restless. A note appears in front of my face.

*We should go.* It says.

Nodding, I follow him to the door. I look in the bag the headphones are in, sighing softly. The two of us turn to walk out of the shopping mal- wait two?

“Where are Mew and Hiromi?” I ask, looking back into the store.

Seeing a silent sigh escape ‘K’s mouth, I follow him as he walks back into the store.

“The store isn’t too big. There aren’t many places they could be. Unless…” I trail off.

He looks at me, tilting his head in confusion.

“If they aren’t in the store, then they would be somewhere in the mall. Somewhere in the three…stories…Oh no.” I finish softly, looking around the store trying to find two that are missing.

“We should prioritize, don’t want to be here too long. Do they have any electronic hobbies?” I ask, trying to narrow down the wide selection of places to look.

*Nothing electronical. But they do like animals.* He writes to me.

“*sigh* So we can rule out this shop. Let’s check the pet store. It’s on the second floor, if I remember correctly.” I suggest, leading him to the elevator outside the store.

Stepping in, I press the ‘2’ button, signaling to go to the second floor when I feel a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I am fronted with a notebook.

*I hate these things…* is all it says.

Oh right, I guess being part fox he would be uncomfortable- My train of thought is brought abruptly to a halt as the notebook is once again in my face.

*They are so slow. I could just jump the space between the floors.* It says. Glancing up, I see him staring at the second floor as the elevator comes to a stop and the doors open.

Of course he doesn’t like it for being slow. Trust the man who is always tired to hate elevators because they are slow.

“Let’s go. The pet store is on the other side of the mall.” I say, starting in the direction of the pet store.

As we walk through the mall, I keep glancing down at the headphones in the bad at my side.

Haaahhh. I really thought they could take them back. I spent good money on them, and can’t use them because they give me a headache. I wish they told me prior to today that I can’t return them unless they are broken. That would have saved so much trouble. Maybe I should break th- Oof.

Somewhere in my thoughts I started walking behind ‘K’ again, falling back into old habits. I’m an Iwasaki now. I need to be more confident. I can’t bring shame to their na-*Plop*

Feeling something on my hair, I look up and see ‘K’s left hand on my head and his right pointing to the right. Feeling heat rise to my cheeks, I quickly turn my head and see the pet store, with all the yapping puppies and mewling kittens. Sure enough, inside is a blob of pink roaming around.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I walk into the store and up to Mew.

“Mew, don’t go wondering off like that. You could get lost.” I saw, getting it over with. I am aware that Mew can take care of herself, but I still don’t want anything to happen to her.

Turning around, Mew doesn’t seem to be fazed at all. Probably because of all the animals.

“Ah… sorry Rin. But I didn’t go alone. Hiromi brought me here.” She said, looking down.

“I’m not mad, frankly I’m glad, I did want to come here myself- and did you say Hiromi brought you here?”

“Yeah! But I don’t know where she went to after…”

“…I’m here.” Says a tired voice behind us. Turning around, we see Hiromi standing behind us, holding an ice-cream. Frankly I’m not even surprised anymore.

“…how did the headphone swap go?” She asks.

“It didn’t.” I reply. “They can’t take them back.”

Seeing Hiromi’s fingers twitch, and remembering what happened on my first day at the Iwasaki residence, I quickly add,

“But it’s fine. I can always just put them up on sale website, and get a job to pay the gap between what I get for the headphones, and what the other ones cost.”

Upon seeing her calm down slightly, I breathe a sigh of relief.

“…so are we done here then?” She asks, finishing off her ice-cream.

Nodding, ‘K’ turns to walk out of the store.

“GAH! YOU HAD ICE-CREAM! Riiiiin, I want ice-cream…” Mew mewls. I smile slightly, slightly at her childish nature, and also at how she is acting towards Hiromi.

Glancing to ‘K’ to get his approval, I see him nod.

“Ok Mew. Let’s go to the ice-cream shop.” I reply, smiling to her.

“YAAAY!” She shouts.

Giggling I guide them out and towards the ice-cream shop.

After arriving back home.

Walking through the archway leading up to the house, a white blob comes up to us.

“Welcome home guys. How did you go?” Rikka welcomes us.

“Well they weren’t able to refund me for the headphones, but I do have some ideas to sell them.” I reply, leaving out the last little bit of information.

“Oh, and we had ice-cream!”

“…you had ice-cream…without me?” Instantly seeing her mistake, Mew cringes back. Ever so subtly, Rikka reaches down to her right thigh and pulls out a throwing knife.

“Who had ice-cream exactly?” She says, in a sickly-sweet voice.

“…All of us.” Hiromi answers, with a card in her hand.

...oh no.

20/09/2016                                                                                                          09:36 PM

Dear Dairy,

Remember the headphones I got the other day? Well, turns out they give me a massive headache when I wear them. Problem right? Well today I tried to take them back to the store, and get a refund, you know, to try and get another pair that won't give me a headache. Well, I went up with Kaida, Mew and Hiromi. Rikka stayed back to look after the house...home. I am going to have to get used to calling it home, now. I do live here now afterall. Anyway, back on track. We went up to the store and found out, that because they weren't broken, the store couldn't refund them. Something about how once I have worn them, it is illegal to resell them, so they are not allowed to refun them unless they are broken. So yeah, that made me slightly upset. After failing to return them, Kaida and I found out that Mew and Hiromi were missing. It didn't take long to find them however, they just went to the pet store and Hiromi went to get Ice-cream. After meeting up we all got ice-cream. I got vanilla, Kaida got chocolate, Mew got strawberry and Hiromi got another scoop of rocky-road. After we got home, Rikka welcomed us as normal, but soon discovered (no thanks to Mew) that we had ice-cream without her. Apparently Rikka loves ice-cream, and Hiromi forgot to mention it, so a fight broke out between Rikka and Hiromi in front of the house. I helped Kaida to fix what broke in the fight. Nothing else really happened that day. Well, as normal, thanks for listening to me talk diary.

Goodnight :P

[whitecometofakagi]

akafuri 19.

19 -  Kisses because I don’t want you to go and maybe I can convince you to stay just a few minutes longer

Apologies to anyone who sent me a kiss meme prompt for the delay, but as you can see this little fic (and a few of the others I am working on) didn’t want to stay a drabble! I hope you will enjoy!

The Race Is the Game (read on Ao3 - recommended) 

Warnings: Mentions of minor character death

Summary: “Tell me, why is it that you drive?”

That should be a simple enough question. But high-schoolstudent and tofu delivery driver, Furihata Kouki, has never thought of himselfas a driver, let alone a street racer. Now one of Japan’s fastest andwealthiest racers, Akashi Seijuurou, is eating tofu soup at his house andasking him personal questions, all in an attempt to lure him back out to themountain passes. Why should Furihata want to partake in such a dangerousactivity? And what was it that made Akashi so passionate about driving anyway?

Street Racing AU; loosely based on the anime/manga seriesInitial D

(No need to be familiar with the series to enjoy.)

Authors Notes can be found on Ao3

“So, can I plan on seeing you again?”

Furihata’s eyes widened, as he stared down into his bowl ofsoup, avoiding eye contact with Akashi.

“W-what do you mean?” Furihata asked, collectinghis breath and looking up, expecting to see red eyes trained on his tremblingfigure. Instead, he exhaled at the sight in front of him; Akashi was buryinghis face behind a large bowl of soup, leaning his head back to pour out everylast drop of its contents. When he finished, he let out a sigh and placed theempty bowl on the table with a small satisfied smile. It was the most relaxedFurihata had ever seen him. He looked almost casual, dressed in a blackbutton-down shirt, dark jeans, and the one silver chain he always wore, staringlongingly at the now empty bowl of tofu soup. The only thing contrasting fromhis relaxed image was the fact that he was sitting in formal seiza – yet, his inability to shake hisformality completely, even when relaxed, was oddly endearing.

“At the togue,”Akashi replied, looking up from the bowl, finally. “It would be my honorto race against you again one day.”

“I-I told you!” Furihara sputtered, looking backdown at his bowl. “Our battle was just one time! I’m not a s-street racer,or something. I don’t do that!”  

“Funny,” Akashi replied with a chuckle. “Icould have sworn your friend – Fukuda, was it? – said something about youdriving down the mountain every day.”

“To deliver my dad’s tofu that you’re so happilyconsuming,” Furihata quipped back. Where exactly he had suddenly found theconfidence to talk back to Akashi he wasn’t sure, but something about howrelaxed the atmosphere was could certainly have been part of it.

“So are you saying that unless I come watch you at fourAM, I’ll never see you again?” Akashi asked.

For some reason, the question made Furihata’s heart feel asthough it had slammed into his chest – like a fishtailing car crashing into aguardrail. “You could come to the tofu shop!?” he suggested.“You seemed to like the meal.”

Akashi chuckled to himself and shook his head. “I don’toften have a free evening during your father’s hours I’m afraid. But, perhaps,I will have to become a patron on my days off. It’s been some time since Itasted tofu soup so delicious. Yet, I do wish I could see you more often. Yourstyle of driving intrigues me.”

“I don’t think it’s anything special,” Furihatareplied, with a small nervous chuckle. Then, he quieted, suddenly realizing theimplications of what he had just said. “I-I’m sorry,” he apologizedquickly, “I’m not trying to insult you by saying you…you know…lost to aloser or something!  It’s just…I knowthis mountain really well, you know?! I’m sure I’d have lost anywhere else!It’s not like I know any racing techniques or anything.”

“Not by the book,” Akashi said. “That doesn’tmean you don’t know them instinctively.”

“You’re giving me too much credit. Really.”

“Furihata,” Akashi said, and then paused, the waya mother might call a child or a sensei might call a student before lecturingthem.

Furihata looked into Akashi’s eyes, surprised by the suddengravitas that the use of his name had brought to the conversation.

“Tell me, why is it that you drive?” he asked.

“To del–”

“And, please,” Akashi interrupted, “do notrespond with a half-witted answer about delivering tofu for your father.”

“B-but…”

“One of the things that impressed me the most aboutyour driving was how perfectly synchronized you seemed with your 86. Rarely aremy instincts wrong. You feel something when you drive. I am sure of it.”  

“I don’t know…”

“How did it feel, when you raced against me?”Akashi asked. “Can you describe what was going through your mind?”

“Well, at first I was horrified that I was doing it,because it’s dangerous, and illegal, and I could have killed myself. Did you know, the Truenodoesn’t have airbags like these fancy modern cars do? It doesn’t have anti-lockbrakes, either. Or power-assisted steer…”

“I assure you, I already know all of the specificationsof your car,” Akashi responded, “and not simply the stock ones,either.”

“H-how…?”

“My teammates call it the ‘Emperor Eye’,” Akashireplied, in a joking tone that Furihata hadn’t realized Akashi even knew how touse. “I won’t disclose the true secrets. But you’re getting off track.Your feelings while driving? Remember?”

“Aaah, yes. So, at first I was terrified. But…then itwas, kind of fun I guess? I wish I could answer your question, I really do. Butit’s more like I just kind of decided that driving wasn’t as bad as I thoughtit was. Racing would be kind of enjoyable if it wasn’t insane and dangerous.And, honestly, Akashi-san, have you ever considered that you might die…”

“I assure you, I have, Furihata-san,” Akashireplied, in a voice so stern that Furihata snapped his mouth shut. Akashi’seyes really were locked on him now. Furihata diverted his gaze. There wassilence.

When Furihata looked back up, he noticed Akashi fidgetingwith the chain he wore around his neck, and suddenly wondered if he’d saidsomething Akashi had taken offense to. Fidgeting was such a human response toawkward tension, it seemed unseemly for the 'Red Emperor of mountain pass’ todo such a thing. But, all evening, Akashi had hardly been the person Furihatakept expecting him to be. Part of him felt ashamed for making so manyassumptions.  

Furihata watched as Akashi continued to move his hand along thechain. He had always wondered if there was something on it – down below whereit was always tucked underneath his shirt. It had always been impossible totell. But, today, the buttons on Akashi’s shirt were undone just enough to giveFurihata a small peak. As Akashi moved the chain to the side, the object slidinto visibility for just a moment. And, if he wasn’t mistaken, it was anignition key. Was Akashi so obsessed with driving that he carried a spare keywith him everywhere? It made Furihata wonder about the very thing Akashi hadjust asked him. Maybe Furihata had no clue why he drove – but Akashi must havesome idea of his own motivation.

“Akashi-san…can I ask why you drive?” Furihataasked, hesitantly.

Akashi sighed, his fingers grasping the key around his neckand squeezing it tightly.

“It’s a personal matter,” he replied.

“Oh…” Furihata replied, looking back down at theground. “That’s ok.”

“But…between defeating me, providing me with thislovely meal, and the fact that I may not see you again, I suppose you haveearned the right to know.”

Furihata’s eyes widened his heart racing. “Y-you don’thave to!” he began to protest.

“I wish to,” Akashi replied.

Furihata nodded, and forced himself to make eye contact withAkashi once more.

“You see,” Akashi began, with a small sigh,“my father wasn’t always the dispassionate man he became. When he wasyounger, he used to brush off his responsibilities at times. He and a few ofhis classmates from his old boarding school would go out to the togue and smoke and watch theracers.”

“Did he race?” Furihata asked.

Akashi chuckled quietly and shook his head. “I doubt hehad the aptitude for it,” he replied. “My mother told me that hetried once, spun out, and never tried again. He’s difficult, like that.”

Akashi smiled, and Furihata took it as a cue that it was okto laugh. Akashi seemed to respond positively to that, his smile widening,though his eyes were distant and unfocused.

“No, he didn’t race. He simply loved to watch. And,more than anything, he loved to watch the best racer on the pass – 'the RedEmpress.’”

Furihata’s eyes widened. 'Red Empress?’ But that was justlike Akashi’s nickname….

“Racers across Kanto had trouble believing the fastestracer in Tokyo was a woman, but those who saw her race said her skill wasunparalled,” Akashi continued. “They say she could drift as well as aprofessional. That she could make a FR look like a 4-wheel drive. I never hadthe chance to see. I wasn’t old enough to be out so late, around so manystrangers. But I do remember that she was beautiful. She got her nickname fromher long, red hair, and her fondness for red vehicles. The last one she ownedwas an FC…” Akashi’s fingers wrapped around the key on his neck oncemore, and Furihata gasped.

“I’m not sure how my father seduced her,” Akashishook his head. “I wasn’t old enough to be curious, and father would nevertell me now. I’ll never get the chance to ask.”

Furihata’s palms felt sweaty and his throat heavy. His heartached for Akashi, and he hated the fact he had ever seen him as sounapproachable, when all this time Akashi was carrying a heavy loss in hisheart. Could it be that the reason Akashi was begging him to come back to the togue was not merely for a revengematch, or to test Furihata’s skills, but because he was lonely?

“No one is sure of the details, but she crashed the FCoff of the third hairpin,” Akashi said quietly, his eyes cold and lost tospace behind Furihata’s head. “If I hadn’t been old enough to know, myfather probably would have tried to hide his knowledge of cars. He spent therest of my childhood begging me not to race.”

“So why do you do it?” Furihata asked, wincing athis own question, hoping it wasn’t too insensitive. But he didn’t even knowanyone who had died in an accident, and, still, the entire prospect of racinghad always scared him. How was Akashi not afraid?

“I never got to see my mother race, but she told mestories” Akashi replied, fortunately seeming to take the question with nooffense. “I never saw her smile brighter than when we talked about cars.She’d buy me toy models, and sometimes, if she saw me playing with a car shehad raced again, she’d take the toys and recreate the stories of her ownbattles. Until that final race, she had never lost.” He shook his head,but carried on.

“She told me that it was her dream to become thefastest racer in Japan. She had hoped to travel to other prefectures when I wasa bit older. My father used to think she could even go pro. But she never hadthat chance.”

“I know I’m supposed to carry on my father’s legacy –to run the family business. And it’s not even that I don’t want to. In manyways, I do. But I owe her the same respect I owe my father.  I will become the fastest in Japan.” Hiseyes shown with pure determination, sending a shiver down Furihata’s spine.

“So…the key you wear around your neck…?” Furihataasked.

“The spare key to her FC,” Akashi replied. “Ialways keep it with me as a reminder. She’s the reason I drive a red RX-7 aswell – though, I drive the FD, as you know.”

Furihata nodded. “Sorry if I judged you,” he said.He felt sad, for what had happened in Akashi’s past, but mostly he felt guilt.Guilt for having judged Akashi for street racing, for telling him it wasdangerous, for not being able to share as good of a reason for why he drove.

“You needn’t apologize, Furihata,” Akashi replied.“I did not tell this to shame you. I told you this because I trust you.And, perhaps, because I wish you would come back. No two racers have the samemotivation. Racing is deeply personal, and that’s what draws me to it. Even infollowing my mother’s dream I have discovered passions that are truly my own.You seem so convinced that you are nothing more than average, Furihata. But Ithink, if you hone your racing ability, you’d realize that I am right aboutyou. There’s something special about you.”

“I’ll think about it,” Furihata said, with a smallnod of the head.

“Not good enough,” Akashi replied, shaking hishead.

“Seriously?” Furihata whined.

“Perhaps this will give you something else to thinkabout,” Akashi retorted, reaching across the table and taking Furihata’shand in his own.

Furihata felt his cheeks flush.

Akashi pressed a small kiss to the back of Furihata’s hand,before letting go. “I’ll see you Saturday night,” he said with agrin.