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[darrycurtisss]

i feel like every so often, (occuring more post-book), Darry just dissociates. It doesn’t last long, and it happens almost randomly. He’d be washing dishes than suddenly staring off into space and his ears are ringing up a storm. I feel like it’s mostly when he thinks about his parents or Johnny/Dally, and then slowly starts to overthink and spiral.

Sodapop and Ponyboy both recognize this and have to wake him up from his trance, but I’d like to imagine the first time it happens in front of anyone in the gang they’d freak out and have to call for one of the other curtis brothers to help. After sometime though I feel like they’d have their own unqiue ways of waking him up.

Pony would ground Darry and try to keep him occupied with questions or trivia, whileas Soda would probably gently shake him and do breathing exercises with him.

Two-Bit would probably put ice in his hands to wake him up (which probably ended up with ice being lodged at him on multiple occasions), and I feel like Steve would snap or wave in Darry’s face ‘till he woke up 😭😭 he’s trying his best but otherwise leaves it to Soda or Ponyboy.

If Johnny and Dally were alive, Johnny would be super gentle and try to sit Darry down so he doesn’t fall over or something. He probably also takes care of whatever Darry was doing before he started to dissociate.

Dally would take a while to get comfortable with doing it himself, like I’d imagine with Steve, but I feel like he’d shake him and or (softly) slap his face with a cocky remark like “wakey wakey, Superman!”. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing but he’s trying, and he’d be too afraid to do anything too caring I fear </3

I like to imagine all of the gang all have their own quirks and troubles (pre-book and post-book) that the others learn to help them out with. maybe I’ll talk about everyone else’s if yall want to hear about any

[apomaro-mellow]

Family Planning 3

Part 2

Eddie was being led down the hallway by the scruff of his jacket like an unruly pup by Coach Williams while Steve was being led by the shoulder like he was somehow more delicate. They were sat down in a familiar scene in the principal’s office while their parents were being called and Woolsley cleaned up as best as he could.

Still, when he got to the office and took his seat, he had red staining his suit. Both boys gave valiant efforts, trying to hide their snickering behind wobbling smiles.

“Laugh all you want, boys. We’ll see how funny it is when your parents arrive.”

“What exactly are we being charged with?”, Eddie asked, crossing his legs.

“Let’s start with classroom disruptions. And let’s continue with disorderly conduct. And how about we include theft from the theatre department. Oh and let’s not forget inciting a riot.”

“We didn’t incite a riot!”, Steve argued. He was still wearing the fake stomach and thanks to Gareth’s prowess, only had a bit of sauce on his jeans.

“Watch your volume”, Woolsley pointed a warning finger at him. 

“Their families are here, sir”, the secretary announced.

They were waved in and now it was both Mr. and Mrs. Harrington and Eddie’s uncle Wayne Munson. Steve’s parents gawked at the sight of him and Wayne only shook his head.

“What’ve you gotten up to this time?”

“Just a being a showman”, Eddie shrugged.

“Steven Arthur Harrington! What are you wearing?”, his mother gasped.

Steve was at a loss of words. It had all seemed like a good idea in the beginning. Actually, it still did. He didn’t know why they were acting like he and Eddie really pulled a baby from his womb. It was just a joke.

“It was just a joke.”

“This”, Richard pointed to Steve’s stomach. “Doesn’t look like a joke. It looks like some upstart alpha has forgotten himself and is making your forget yourself.” Then he pointed to Eddie. “You better stop sniffing around my son-”

“And you better stop pointin’ your finger at my boy”, Wayne said.

“He needs to quit while he’s ahead before this becomes a real problem.”

Two alphas filling the room with tension and not even bothering to hide their scent about it made Steve’s shoulders hunch up a bit. How did a stupid joke turn into all of this? Then his mother spoke up.

“Our son has never done anything like this, which leads me to believe that your nephew-”

“Why does everyone assume it was all Eddie? That I had nothing to do with it?”, Steve accused, standing up. “I’m the one that put this thing on and I’m the one that got up on the desk and shot the sauce.”

“And that’s because of his bad influence”, Richard nodded his head at Eddie.

Wayne put his hands on his hips. “That’s funny because I see two young men here in the hot seat, not just one.”

“Alright, gentlemen”, the principal finally spoke up before looking to Eddie and Steve. “Boys, go and wait outside. As a matter of fact, you can take that back to the prop storage”, he jabbed a finger at Steve’s belly.

Thoroughly dismissed, they did just that, walking out together. Feeling a little humiliated, Steve took the fake stomach off. He could only imagine what they were discussing behind the door. His dad would probably fight tooth and nail, if not for Steve’s sake for his reputation at least. Unfortunately, it had to be said that he didn’t have such high hopes for Eddie.

“Well, that reception could’ve gone better”, Eddie said.

“Understatement of the century”, Steve grumbled.

They got to the theatre department and Steve put the stomach into a box after checking that it was all good. Eddie could smell the bitter undertone in his scent, even in the musty storage room.

“You know, worst case scenario, we need to do a little summer school to make this up.”

“Some of us like having a free summer, Munson.”

“Oh, Munson now is it? What happened to my sweet little mama-to-be?”

Not in the mood for jokes now, Steve just rolled his eyes and turned to walk out. Eddie didn’t need to get a whiff to know that his joke had landed flat. He followed Steve out, tripping over something feathery in his haste to catch up to the omega. He didn’t know what Steve was more turned off by, having to continue the project together, or having to call it quits here and do some other make up assignment.

“Hey, hey, I know I’m not like your idea of a perfect alpha or anything.”

Steve stopped in his tracks and turned to lean back against a locker, crossing his arms. “Come on, man. Give yourself a break. You’re not that bad.”

Eddie put a hand to his chest. “My word! That almost sounded like a compliment!”

“Keep it up and I’ll take it back”, Steve said, grinning a little now.

Feeling welcomed, Eddie came to stand next to him, their shoulders almost touching. Steve smelled a little sweeter now and his body wasn’t as tense.

“You really are hot and cold. Can’t you be a little warmer to your baby daddy?”, Eddie batted his lashes.

Steve leaned over and into his space. “A good alpha would put in some real effort to warm me up.”

Eddie hesitated for only a moment before he leaned in a little as well. Steve smoothed his cheek over Eddie’s and breathed in deep. No one had scented Eddie besides his uncle and he stood stock still as Steve did it.

“You smell really good, you know. I don’t think I’ve ever told you.” To be honest, Steve had never taken a moment to savor in Eddie’s scent. But now that he was taking his time to do so…

“Steven Arthur Harrington!”

Eddie jumped back like it was his own name being shouted down the hallways. So hard that the sound of the locker slamming echoed in the mostly empty hallway. Steve’s parents collected him and carted him out so quickly that Eddie got whiplash. Wayne came up to him much more calmly and patted his shoulder. 

“Do I gotta to the full name treatment for you?”

“If you say my middle name out loud I’ll run away from home”, Eddie threatened.

“Son at your age, it’s just called ‘moving out’.”

Both walked out, shoulders shaking with chuckles and that was when Wayne told him what was what.

“We managed to get you both a deal. You can do the project as intended, new sack of flour and all. Just no more funny business.”

“That’s it?”, Eddie asked as he was walked to his van.

“No funny business at all. No causing trouble for yourself or that other boy. Think you can keep your hands clean for an entire year?”

The Harringtons had already left, probably sped out of the parking lot to keep from running into the Munsons again. But even so, it was easy to remember Steve’s fleeting smile and the scent that wafted off of him when he was feeling content or even happy. 

“I think I can do that”, Eddie said, resolute.

Part 4

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@marklee-blackmore @aol19

[reigenhusband]

Psychic Wedding Time!

Art by @/cowboyologist

After months of holding back, we finally tied the ole knot! Me and the conman are officially hitched today September 10, 2021!

This silly little blonde anime man means an awful lot to me and its really more than I can say. These months with him have been a great help.

When I went through some of the roughest things I've ever gone through, I had him to think about for comfort. He is a little part in what keeps me going and I wish I could thank him for everything. He sparks a lot of joy so I think I'm gonna keep him!

I've never been happier and I'm so lucky to call him husband! He's had such a positive impact and I love him so, so much.

Special thank you to my friends and of course our son Mob who carried the rings!

Under the cut is a little fic about getting ready for the wedding. Thanks everyone for your support!

Reigen squinted at his reflection, dark eyes hauntingly focused on a strand of hair that didn't take to the product he put in it. A grunt of dismay rumbled low in his throat.

"Um…Reigen?" 

"Just a second, Serizawa. Almost got it."

The taller man's voice wavered but he managed to hold fast and keep his confidence. Reigen could almost hear his hands wringing. 

"Er...Well. Its just...you've been staring at yourself for a little over 20 minutes now and you haven't moved and…"

Reigen sucked his teeth and pressed his palm firmly to the side of his head. Damned strand of hair! Slick like the rest of it! Don't you know know day it is?!

"What I mean is..! Are you alright?" Serizawa finally asked, his voice heavy with concern. "Since it's your wedding and all I figured you'd be nervous but you seem really on edge. Is something bothering you?" 

The blonde twitched.

 "W...what are you talking about? Of course not! I'm calm and-" He stopped abruptly and slammed his hands flat on either side of the mirror, his eyes wide and bloodshot upon inspection of his suit. A fleck of black thread pervaded his white vest and he looked around frantically for the lint roller. "You thought you could hide but you can't best Reigen Arataka." He muttered as he furiously went over his all but pristine wedding attire. 

His best man scratched his own cheek nervously and looked on with clear uncertainty. "If you're sure." 

Once he was satisfied after a thorough inspection and having Serizawa scrutinize the back, he dropped into a chair. Nearby was a table decorated in what was probably a thousand congratulatory flowers from clients. He exhaled and stared a hole into the arrangement of colors. His heart was pounding. His brow, coupled with his hands, were visibly slick with chilled sweat. His stomach was full of stones. 

He met his own gaze in the mirror again. He looked well kept and yet...disheveled at the same time. Come to think of it, his face was flushed the shade of his usual pink tie. The last 3 days without sleep also hollowed out dark circles under his eyes. His shirt collar began to feel more and more constricting as time went on no matter how much he tugged on it. 

Maybe he really was scared. 

He didn't doubt that he loved Mitty. In fact, he wanted to be with him more than anyone. A case of cold feet wouldn't change that. It was himself he was wrestling with here. 

Spirits, monsters, and deadly espers. He'd faced them all and came out on top. But they were nothing compared to these looming expectations to be a person to rely on. This wasn't something he could bullshit his way through. This was marriage. Mitty was going to see the warted underbelly of when he was Reigen the man instead of Reigen the psychic. His fiancé was going to experience sides of him he only revealed when he was alone. Would he still like him even then?

Reigen was good at a lot of things but this had to be the one that counted most. Could he really be a good partner forever? 

Was he really going to cut it as a husband? 

"Hey, Serizawa?" Reigen asked, not looking at him. 

The man's shoulders lurched at his name suddenly being called. He straightened his back. "Oh! Yes sir?"

"Do you think we'll be good together?" 

Silence sat heavily for a moment. Every second felt longer than the last. 

His friend seemed taken aback by the question but nonetheless looked at the ceiling as though collecting the right words to answer. "Well…"

Another moment passed and Reigen waited with his hands clasped and breath baited. 

"I've never been with anyone so I can't say for certain what a good relationship is but," A compassionate smile spread across the esper's face before he continued, visibly more sure of his words. "I think you and Mr. Mitty understand each other. You always seem to know what the other is thinking. You motivate each other to be better and you seem happy when you're together. And...and you trust each other too. And I think that's whats important." 

Reigen looked at the velveted floor. "Then…"  

"You've become more honest by being with him and he talks like you're really important to him. So please...get married if it makes you both happy! I think you can really be something!" His friend was beaming with 

what Reigen could only say was genuine assurance. 

"I really believe you'll take care of each other." 

His co-worker actually really was resourceful. Maybe someday he ought to pay him more. The uncomfortable feelings waned slightly and his shoulders slowly slacked. Mitty was waiting for him so now wasn't the time to lose it. 

After a few seconds of letting his feelings iron themselves out, he stood and smoothed his hands over his suit jacket. "Well alright then. If thats what you think then I guess there's no backing out of this one." 

Serizawa pressed his hands together in delight. "YES! I've got your back, Reigen!" 

The door into the hallway opened and a set of black eyes peered into the room. "Master, It's starting. Are you coming?" 

The jarring announcement had him scrambling to fix the piece of hair he'd been fussing with. 

"OF COURSE." He jabbed his thumb into his own chest to feign total confidence. "Right behind you, Mob!" 

He held his breath. Alright, let's do this. 

Mitty POV

Teal eyes darted around the room carefully. 

"Hey...Dimple? You there?"

The whizzing of the spirit materializing buzzed next to his ear. 

"Yeah whaddya want? You're on soon, aren't you?" 

Mitty jabbed his right hook into the air where the voice was coming from. "AGH WHAT THE HELL?"

A swift flash of green dodged his reach. 

"HEY, why are you hitting me?! You asked for ME, remember?" The ghost clucked his tongue in disapproval and floated a few inches away for safety. 

"WELL MATERIALIZE WHERE I CAN SEE YOU, YOU BIG BOOGER! I'm on edge!" 

"On edge? What for? You're the one who wanted this, right?"

"W..well….yeah, sorry." He looked at his clenched fist and opened it. "...sorry." He said again more thoughtfully this time. 

Dimple raised a spectral eyebrow. "Whats wrong? Having second thoughts? I mean it's Reigen so who can blame ya."

Mitty scowled while straightening his tie in the mirror. "Hey! REIGEN'S…." His voice softened closer to a whisper. "A pretty good guy. Get off my case. Aren't you supposed to be my support? You're being kinda harsh!" 

"Well kid, something is obviously on your mind so let's hear it. Wedding starts soon right? Yeesh. Once you do all this he's your problem forever." 

"I'm not worried about him!! I'm more worried about...me."

"About you? What're you talkin' about?! You're too good for him!"

"Thanks for the flattery. You still can't have my body though."

"Well I didn't want it anyways, ya bastard. You're weak compared to Shigeo. I'm just being honest here!" 

Silence.

"So? Out with it, What did you want anyways? You're talking nonsense here!" 

Mitty wrinkled his nose in discomfort.  "I just needed to ask something. But you can't run your mouth off like you always do, you old gossip. You're like a knitting circle."

"TCH. like I'd blabber your business to someone. It's all so boring."

"Yeah, yeah just listen, alright?!"

Another few seconds passed. "So? Say it. We don't have all day, you know."

He was looking at his hands again like he was somewhere far off. "Well. D...D'you think I'll be good at this?" 

"Good at what, exactly?" 

"Being married." 

Dimple's form rippled with thought. "You're seriously worried about that?"

Mitty was going to make a sharp remark but his head dropped and his face buried into his knuckles. "Yeah."

Dimple deflated slightly in exasperated defeat. Humans could be so ignorant. 

"Listen. That fraud never shuts up about you. You think you're not good enough? You should hear him talk. It's annoying how you both don't realize things."

"Realize things?"

He sighed and shrugged his tiny arms. "I hear everything whether you like it or not. You two idiots never stop talking and moaning about the other is too good for the other. It's getting old, really." 

"HUH? He says that? No way! But he's always beaten me at everything! I always thought he was way out of my league." 

 "Kinda the opposite actually but...sure. What I'm saying is…! You're both seeing the best parts of each other. Keep doing that and it'll be smooth sailing."

"Yeah but...what if he stops seeing the best in me?'

"You planning on making things hard?" 

"Not really. I just know I can be difficult to deal with." 

"So is he. You really think you got this far because Reigen's all roses and sunshine? 'Course not. You've seen all the stuff he does and you still like him, right?" 

He certainly was flawed, that was for sure. Mitty spent most of Reigen's antics with his eyes rolled up in his head but that didn't mean he wasn't enjoying the moment either. 

"Right."

"Then it's the same for him. Sure it won't always be fun but that phoney won't give up on you just because you're annoying. He's way too persistent. It kind of ticks me off." 

I'm annoying???  That stung but he shook it off.

Reigen was going to have to deal with him for the rest of his life once they said the right words. But if Dimple was right...would it be so bad to annoy each other for the rest of their lives if the other was willing to put up with it? 

Reigen seemed okay with it so far. Mitty would just have to listen to him make a fuss about his coffee table clutter until he died. But really, he wouldn't have that any other way. His voice was kind of cute when he hit that inhuman octave he had when he was in disbelief. 

The door from the hall swung open and a blond clad in what was perhaps the most blinding and loud suit he had ever seen poked his head in. 

"Oh, You're still in here? It's bad luck to be late on your wedding day! Master Reigen is waiting. " He cocked his head to the side. "Or did you need some help with your suit? Its looking a little plain." 

Hanazawa. This kid would try to accessorize his suit in the worst way possible. He put up his hands to wave him off. 

"N-nah, kiddo that's alright. I'll be right there."

Hanazawa, after a few more attempts to get Mitty to let him help retreated back into the hallway. When it was quiet again he eyed Dimple. He was abrasive and unpleasant. He always had a motive for everything and rarely had something nice to say. 

But he came through when it mattered. 

"Hey Dimple?" 

"Yeah? What is it?" 

"Thanks." 

Dimple wouldn't meet his eyes and levitated towards the hall. He didn't want to acknowledge he was helping, he supposed. It was in character for that tsundere blob.

"You ought to get out of here now if you wanna make it on time." 

He stood and dusted himself off. 

"Welp. Here goes everything."

[pretoriafics]

Teenage Dream Pt. 2 (Interactive story)

Man! I think this one is the most amazing thing I'd ever written! I'll request from all of you guys special attention at the end of this chapter. I'll let you a message, and I'm pretty sure you will love it!

Derek took you to his loft. While you are alone, you start to understand the environment you were now part of. Word count: 2.056 Pairings: Different Dimension!Reader x Derek; Different Dimension!Reader x Platonic!Laura; Different Dimension!Reader x Platonic!Cora; Different Dimension!Reader x Platonic!Talia Contain: It’s pretty fun; AU Warnings: English is not my main language <3 PART 1 ALTERNATIVE VERSION TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

You finally entered Derek's loft. Oh, man... It was just like in the tv show!

You enter the loft just like if you had entered paradise. With your mouth opened in pure fascination, you swirl around your feet while looking around. Derek came just behind you with arch eyebrows. It would be funny if it doesn't be scary.

"Oh. My. Godness. Is it here that all the pack meetings are made?"

Derek didn't reply to you. Instead of it, he just stares at you. He gives a few steps forward, getting closer to you.

"What's your name?"

You swallowed hard. Derek was with his usual cold expression, arms crossed in front of his chest, and no patience for bullshit.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

"Good. Look (Y/N) (Y/L/N), you will stay right here. You will not get out, you will not call anyone, or speak with anyone. If you run away from here, I'll kill you faster than you could say to me what happens at season one. Did I made things clear to you?" Shrunken in fear, you just nod, and Derek narrows his eyes to you. "Okay. I need to see someone that you probably know, so-"

"Braeden? Jennifer? Deaton?"

Derek sounds confused to hear the first two names. So, you simply thought that he didn't meet them yet.

"Not of your business."

He gives his back to you, walking out of his loft and closing the door, locking you there. And, wow, you have Derek's loft all for you! Oh man, it just like on the fanfics!

Well, you were curious and excited as hell. Your first thought was something pretty plausible: You used to watch Teen Wolf when you were a teenager. So, being inside the series was just like time-traveling. Smartphones aren't a thing yet, and Dua Lipa music still unknown. As a way to test this theory, you walk in the radio's direction and turn it on. The music that started to fill the room was Friday by Rebecca Black. Yeah, you remind that song, and you instantly felt nostalgic. But it could be just random music on the radio, right?

You switched the radio station, and then Party Rock Anthem By LMFAO starts to play. Well, another song of 2011... But you aren't so sure yet, so you switch the radio station one last time. You almost fell on your back when Domino by Jessie J fills the room. You took a confirmation that yeah, you were back in the 2011's. You are probably during the events of season one.

Well, Scott has just been bit by Peter, Derek just came back from town, and... You are now in the middle of all of that.

"Oh, man!"

You can't do anything for a while. So, all you could do is wait for Derek and whatever he was doing now. You look around while Jessie J sings on the radio, giving you a few nostalgic feelings. Well, you would take a relaxing bath. There's just one problem: All the clothes you have is the one you're wearing now. Without giving a damn, you walk to Derek's wardrobe direction.

"I'm sorry sour wolf, but I'll borrow a few clothes of yours." You open it and take a black shirt. Man, you felt thrilled! "Jeez, this is so like the fanfics!"

You go to the bathroom's direction, taking off your kitten pajama, and putting yourself under the hot water of the shower. Man, Rude Boy by Rihanna starts to play on the radio. You couldn't contain a laugh. It was funny because you were taking a shower and would wear clothes from a legit rude boy.

And, well, you started to sing. It was everything really nice for a few minutes: You were wearing Derek's shirt, listening to a few old pieces of music, and, now, you were in his kitchen making a sandwich.

When you sat on Derek's bed, with your wet hair and your sandwich, Starstrukk by 3OH!3 and Katy Perry started to play. Yeah, that time alone was being nice! You move your body in the music's rhythm while bites your sandwich, still sat on the mattress. You should enjoy that peace while it lasts!

The sandwich was cool, the music either... But you realized that, now, you had a golden chance that every fan would die to have: You are alone in Derek's flat. What kind of things he hides there?

After finishing your sandwich, you look around. You stand up from the mattress and walk around the loft. Getting upstairs, you could find some supernatural books, some weird things that you thought could be some magic stuff, and his laptop. Oh, man! What else hides in his internet searches?

You hold yourself, trying to decide if you should snoop his history on the internet or if you should see what he hides on his bedside table drawer.

When you go downstairs, Animal by Neon Trees fills your ears. You run to Derek's bedside table and opens his drawer. You found his cell phone charger, as well as the laptop one, a coin with a triskelion and... tons of condoms.

Your eyes got widen. This is definitely the kind of thing the TV show hasn't expose.

Also, you noticed Derek's loft needed some... cleaning.

Bored as never before, you walked to the kitchen searching for some cleaning stuff. You found some on a cabinet: A mop and a few other products. Oh, perfect! You took them and, soon, you were sliding the mop through the flat while sings Animal. The flat smells like lavender now, and the floor is so clean that you are proud.

You heard Magic by Rivers Cuomo and B.o.B on the radio, and you sing with the music reminding the parties at your friend's house after school. Suddenly, the door finally opens, and you heard Derek's voice.

"...She's not lying, and I need to know if you already saw something like that before."

You froze with the mop on your hand when you saw Derek. He froze as well. It was understandable: A complete stranger is cleaning his flat and wearing his clothes.

"...Oh, hi! I've borrowed your shirt."

Then, a female voice came behind him.

"There are tons of things that could cause this kind of thing. We need to investigate."

Talia Hale came after his son, as well as Laura and Cora. They also froze with the scene of you wearing Derek's clothes and cleaning his loft. You? Well, your eyes almost had pulled out of your face when you saw them. Talia inhales the air to her lungs, clearly smelling the air.

"Are this... Lavender?"

"Yeah, it is." Laura replied her mom, looking at Derek after that "I think lavender suits you. It's perfect for your flat. It is really your thing, Derek."

You were so confused! What are they doing there? Your chin fell, letting your mouth opened in pure disbelief. Derek rolled his eyes at Laura before look at you again.

"...She'll freak out."

"Oh. My. Gosh. Oh my gosh!!" The mop fell on the floor, and you ran through Talia, Cora, and Laura's direction. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

The Hale women look at each other, and Cora looks at you.

"Well, mom came here to help Derek with, uh, you. And I guess you already know us."

"You shouldn't be here!" You stare at Cora "You should be in South America! And both of you" You stare at Talia and Laura "I can't even talk about you two! Jeez!"

You put your hands on your head, with your mind blowing while the Hale family enters into the loft. Derek turns off the radio before staring at you again.

"I thought you were used to seeing me with them."

You stare at him, with your eyes widen. Your mind was full of theories already.

"Derek, you are definitely not understanding what is happening here. Your family shouldn't be here."

He arches his eyebrows, noticing there's something pretty wrong here.

"What do you mean?"

"Look" You approach them, looking at everyone "I'll do just one question: Did your house was burned some years ago?"

They look at each other, with the engines on their head trying to work. Talia stares at you.

"Yeah, but we had fortunately escaped."

"How about your brother?"

"Peter was the only one that hasn't managed to."

Oh, man... That means one thing. Scared as hell, you sat on the mattress. Derek started to feel anxious and approaches you.

"What's happening?"

You breathe in, staring at the family.

"It shouldn't happen. At the TV show, Talia dies at the fire. Cora ran to South America, Peter got burnt and goes to a clinic, Laura turns herself into alpha, and she stays with Derek. It means that I'm not on the TV Show. I'm inside a fanfic."

Oh, man... It means, basically, that you even haven't so sure about what will happens next. If you were inside the TV Show, you could predict the future. You couldn't do it if you were inside a fanfic.

While you were in complete shock, Talia looks at her family.

"Well... I'll search the most plausible theory of (Y/N)'s arrival. I think we can start looking for some witches near. It can be some work from a coven."

While the Hale family talks about you, you still sat on the mattress, thinking about what the heck was going on. Well, what kind of fanfic did you got into? Was It an insert-reader one, or was It just a common one? Are you the protagonist?

You would test your theory, and you would do it right now.

Knowing the opportunity was just right there, you ran through the flat's door. However, Derek notices your escaping.

"She's running away!"

A mess quickly takes form inside Derek's loft: His announcement made all the Hale run after you, trying to avoid your escaping. They don't know anything about you yet. It could be dangerous to have you simply walking around Beacon Hills.

Fast, you ran through the building until you go outside. A storm quickly takes form, and heavy rain starts to fell from the skies. To everyone's surprise, you stopped in the middle of the asphalt, looking at the sky.

"Hey!" You yelled to something up there "I want a sign! Hey, writer! Readers! Anyone! Am I inside of a fanfic? Answer me! Send me a clue, anything!"

A thunder lightens the skies, and you fell on your knees with a lack of a clue that could help you to find out what was going on. Then, you felt a hand grab your arm.

"Enough, weirdo." Laura said, holding you while the Hale family surrounds you to keep you from running away "You'll stay inside the loft."

With all the last hopes of yours, you look up from the skies. The rainwater runs through your body while you wait. You just want a sign! A clue!

Then, you thought you had seen something. Laura pushes you, making you stand up from the asphalt. And when she was started to drag you to the loft again, you saw something falling from the sky. Derek saw it too.

"Laura, wait."

Everyone looks up, noticing what the heck was that: It was a post-it paper falling from the skies in your direction. When it came close enough, you took it.

Man... When you read it, your face became pale as a candle, and you simply pass out on Laura's arms. Caught by surprise, Laura holds you while everyone runs in your direction. Cora took the post-it paper from your hand and, when she read it, she stares at her family completely incredulous.

"What?" Derek looks at her, in urgency to know what was that. Cora swallowed hard, starting to read the post-it paper out loud.

"Here says: Author's note: Yeah, you are inside a fanfic. Author's note two: Your story has just started, girl."

Yeah, for sure, the Hale family stares at each other in complete shock. Of course, they weren't expecting that your call for a sign would be replied to. Especially by me, the author of your story! Ha! And honestly? I'll think carefully if I'll help you during your journey inside your favorite TV Show, because, honestly? I'll not let things easy for you.

FINAL AUTHOR'S NOTE Here's the thing about this series: I'm the author mentioned at the end of this chapter, y'all are the readers mentioned in the story AND the (Y/N) of this story. Consider that the (Y/N) is the "you" from a different dimension, okay? Why should you consider this: Because you all can communicate themselves with the (Y/N) of that story! At every ending of the chapter, I'll request you to send me something to help the (Y/N) inside the story. You will send it through my ask, right here. Well, the (Y/N) has requested to the readers sent her a sign that she is really inside of a fanfic. Send me your clue for (Y/N) through my ask, and I'll put it on the next chapter to makes her freaking out.

I'll be waiting for y'all!

[jjungkookislife]

Quarterly Fic Recs 2021 #2

Hello! I’m back with another rec list! Here are fics I’ve read, loved and thoroughly enjoyed in the second quarter of 2021! They are all very wonderful fics! Each story has its own genre, warnings (and are mostly 18+), so please take that into consideration before reading. If any authors would like me to untag them, please let me know. Enjoy!

Yoongi

before i leave you @hollyhomburg

summary: Yoongi Disappears- leaving behind a shattered pack. 8 months later, Jimin finds Yoongi in an H-mart of all places.

Hoseok

heart-on @junghelioseok

summary: my boss is always telling me how perfect her son would be for me and she promises he’s coming to the next holiday party and don’t worry he’s heard all about me too and ALSO there’s this dude i slept with once a couple of months ago and sometimes he still sends me dick pics when i ask him to at 3 in the morning cause seriously dude’s got a good dick

Jungkook

charmolypi @njssi

summary: Work and pleasure should never be combined — or so the saying goes. But you were never really one to follow the rules in their entirety and neither were the ones around you. Love, lust, interest. Five people. In the workplace. What could go wrong? Everyone just wants to get something, after all.

when you least expect it @johobi

summary: You’re in love with your childhood friend, Taehyung. The problem is, you treasure your friendship with him far too much to ever risk losing it. Oh, and he’s quite the Casanova. At your wits’ end with feelings you can no longer hide as diligently as you once did, you ask him to set you up with someone, anyone, in a last ditch attempt to avoid a heartbreaking conversation.

wherever there is you @jeonstudios

summary: you’ve been drinking, haven’t you?

instant gratification @dovechim

fuckboi@jungkook x cheerleader!reader

haze @yyooni

summary: So you’ve fucked the biggest fuck boy on campus. It’s a one and done. One night stand. A wham bam thank you ma’am. So why does it happen again?

OT7/Multiple Members

because i’m yours @minniepetals

summary: you should have known they’d never let you go after gathering the courage to ask for a kiss

blazed @ironicarmy

summary: Your friends try to cheer you up during Christmastime, but things go south once Hoseok appears with a mysterious brown bag.

Seokjin

one step @cutechim

summary:  attending an ex’s wedding is never easy, but you might just have the perfect remedy—if you can pluck up the courage to take it.

platonic @joheunsaram

summary: Finding a new method for stress relief, you rope in your bestfriend/fwb to try it out with you.

show me yours and i’ll show you mine @ktheist

summary: you’re a horny bunny yet kim seokjin always seems to manage to slide out of your grasps like a fox every time.

Yoongi

before i leave you pt. 7 @/hollyhomburg

summary: Pack omega kim Seokjin knows how to handle things when they go south (or alternatively you get triggered, Yoongi has a panic attack, and it’s a good thing the pack is there to help)

Hoseok

risky business @yoonjinkooked

summary: The person who invented smart glass office walls knew what they were doing. Your secretary fucks you stupid in the office.

snapshot @xjoonchildx

summary: after a day at the beach, hoseok has some surprises in store for his longtime love

keep me warm @ppersonna

summary: camping is always a great time when you’re with your friends, but even better with your boyfriend, hoseok.

it’s you @jinpanman

summary: An accidental confession throws your years-long friendship with Hoseok into disarray.

Namjoon

love bytes @stutterfly

summary: It’s been a year since you first met Kim Namjoon, the passionate, talented English professor at the local campus. He’s always been clumsy and aloof, but he’s on a whole new level in terms of “technologically incapable.” One call to IT was all it took to pull you into his life, and with it a whole string of friendships full of flirtatious banter and undying support.

Your dating situation has been drier than the Sahara for years now, and you’ve wasted too many lonely nights drinking alone, so you try your hand at Tinder. But you’re not getting any bites. When the group finds out, they are more than willing to help–even Namjoon, though he finds it increasingly difficult to deny that he’s hopelessly smitten. You consider their opinions on potential Tinder dates while fighting off feelings you never knew were brewing for the caring soul who becomes the home you never had.

out of my league @/ppersona

summary: Kim Namjoon was never supposed to find out about your years-long hopeless crush on him. And he most definitely was not supposed to find out about it in front of all your coworkers in a company-wide meeting.

so this is love @jinpanman

summary: “So this is the miracle that I’ve been dreaming of. So this is love.”

problem solved @sugasbabiie

summary: Namjoon helps you with more than math problems tonight.

love is @hxseok-honee

summary: they say that love is supposed to transcend time and space and that it knows no limits. but putting an ocean and thousands of miles between two people won’t make things any easier, will it? 

Jimin

potent pink @dntaewithluv

summary: The first time you see Park Jimin you’re instantly entranced by him. And it turns out he lives in the apartment next to the one you’re moving into, so even better he’s your hot neighbor. When the previous tenant confesses to you that he was the best hook up she ever had, you’re that much more intrigued. The first time you meet him, however, you’re deciding immediately that you hate him and want to stay as far away from him as possible. Jimin is determined to be a constant in your life though, and he definitely is that. Both a constant flirt and a constant pain in your ass. Is a ruined second impression enough to prevent you from ever giving him a second chance?

Taehyung

hush, yeah? @kithtaehyung

summary: the innocent accident that started it all

unfinished business @/dntaewithluv

summary: Besides wanting to catch up with some old friends, there’s only one reason you found yourself agreeing to attend your 10 year high school reunion. The boy you were in love with back then is going to be there, and you’re determined to finally make your move. Except, unfortunately, it turns out that Kim Seokjin is very much happily married. Kim Taehyung, however, is very much single and feels like he has something to prove to you after you turned him down all those years ago. One night is all it takes to make you realize you made the biggest mistake of your life.

under the covers @jessikahathaway

spy!au

darling @bloomsuga

summary: “go to sleep, darling.”

as endless as the stars ^

summary: he waited 160 years to meet you again, and now that he has, he’s not letting go. or: “i love you as deep as the ocean and as endless as the stars”

dirty dishes @jaysdimples

summary: when your boyfriend can’t seem to keep his hands to himself so he stirs up a little trouble in the kitchen while everyone else is a few feet away in the next room

devotion @/sweetbunnykook

summary: You and Taehyung were inseparable once. When you come back to your hometown after three years, fate pulls you back to him. And this time, Taehyung won’t ever keep his eyes off of you.

Jungkook

commercial break; twelve @1kook

summary: Anyway, if it was up to Jungkook, Kim Doyeon would not be a member of the Engagement Ring Committee.

tease @adonis-koo

summary:You came with the intentions of your best friend landing a job as a stripper. You never meant to catch the eyes of the king stripper of the establishment- Jeon Jungkook, yourself. With what was supposed to be a harmless way of paying off college debt faster you find yourself falling into a very odd and passionate relationship with your new mentor. Between infidelity, passion and jealousy there’s never a dull moment at Cherry Bomb.

jock!jk @angelguk

summary: going raw with jock jk

evolution of a lover’s heart @jeonstudios

summary: the rules are simple: first one to take the virginity wins.

euphoria @btssavedmylifeblr

summary: At the end of your life, you are given one day to live again with the man you loved. A lifetime’s love story told in a single day.

idealizations concerning real life relations @venusiangguk

summary: jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.

relax @itsbuffsanta

summary: jk is antsy after the concert, so you help him relax.

employee of the month @/dntaewithluv

summary: Sometimes it truly amazes you how much of an idiot your boyfriend can be. But you also find it impossible to say no to him. Even when it involves letting him fuck you at his work on the same day that he gets awarded employee of the month…

ego 08 @suga-kookiemonster

summary: what’s a girl to do when her sweet, innocent baby lab partner isn’t quite so sweet and innocent? well, he’s a grown-ass man, and you’re about to learn that the hard way.

only you 10 @sweetbunnykook 

summary: Jeon Jungkook, your wedding photographer, helps you escape on your big day upon learning about a secret your groom-to-be kept hidden. You soon fall for this young, passionate photographer. However, you underestimated just how much he was willing to reciprocate that love. Maybe, you think, he’s loving you just a little too much.  

lunchbox lovers @jiminrings

stem major!koo x cold senior!y/n

crunchyroll & rail @/1kook

summary: Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket.

only for you @jikookiekosmos

summary: It’s the night before your wedding and you should be happy…but a fight with your fiancé leaves you second guessing everything. A visit from the blue-haired boy of your dreams is just what you need to make it right.

lillies @dewykth

summary: “… white lines, pretty baby, tattoos, don’t know what they mean, they’re special just for you…”

bluekooberry @kimtaehyunq

summary: Your adoring boyfriend, Jungkook, surprises you with a brand new hairstyle before your trip to visit him for the weekend. He’s excited to see you, feed you, and give you exactly what you want.

bad reputation @noteguk

summary: in which you have to deal with some strange emotions for the first time.

not yet @bratkook

summary: jungkook feels the pang of guilt in his gut when you spot your recent ex out with his new girl, and what better way to make the jerk hurt than to have him believe you were now dating him, the neighbor he had been insecure about your whole relationship

incoming: elite chatboy @kookingtae

summary: welcome to Elite Chatroom, a sex chat company with a wide variety of services such as text messaging, phone call, and video chat. you signed up online for the most basic text service plan not knowing what to expect, but you certainly didn’t think you’d end up actually liking the man behind the screen.

ineffable @euphoria-vmin7

summary: your best friend Jeon Jeongguk has always been amazing and deserved the best, so you’ve hid your love for him. But unbeknowsnt to you, there may be feelings that could change everything between you two…

touch @gardentulips

summary: when you tease and please one another

Multiple Members

friendly fire @kpopfanfictrash

summary: The dynamic: Hoseok; your friend and previous fuck buddy. Jungkook; Hoseok’s roommate and subject of your massive crush. The scene: determined not to drunk-gush about your crush any more (to his face), you decide to seclude yourself from all campus parties. Until, of course, Hoseok guilts you into a favor. Things spiral from there.

the boys are back in town @/dntaewithluv

summary: Getting stood up by your date definitely hadn’t been on your agenda for the evening. Also definitely not on your agenda: bumping into Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook. Together. On the same exact night. It’s been a while since you’ve seen your two best friends, as well as lovers on multiple occasions, from your high school and college days. A chance meeting, some drinks, and a trip down memory lane is all it takes to reignite the attraction between the three of you. Old habits die hard, but these two? They just might be the death of you.

ruin you @taegularities

summary: “His eyes hold unfathomable darkness that lures you in, captures your very soul, steals any air you are trying to draw. And you know without a doubt that you’re on the path to utter and irrevocable ruination.”

ruin you (once more) ^

summary: Taehyung and Jungkook can’t keep their hands off you. Not even in the elevator.

Seokjin

kairos @luffles424

summary: When your financial aid falls through for your last year of school, you fear you’ll have to drop out and postpone your degree. Until Taehyung gives you a suggestion to make a lot of money, quick. His idea can’t possibly end well, can it?

appetence @luffles424

summary: appetence (n.) - an eager desire, an instinctive inclination; an attraction or a natural bondIt’s time for Seokjin’s rut. Are either of you prepared for this step?

tiny lights, tiny lies @ggukcangetit

summary: you aren’t sure when exactly your best friend’s brother went from being an oddly annoying set of broad shoulders to the shoulders you frequently fell asleep against.

Yoongi

the little things @kimtaehyunq

summary: When the present isn’t exactly enough for you right now, Yoongi is here for you through it all. He makes sure you know you aren’t alone and that it’s ok to feel alone.

cyberslut @kimnjss

summary:  he has no idea who you are… up front, you’re sweet and innocent - but in reality you’re the exact opposite. running your own nsfw account, where your favorite topic is his hands.

yoongi drabble @joonsgalore

life guard au

Hoseok

benefits @cutechim

summary: you and hoseok have taken the ‘friends’ out of friends with benefits, but exclusivity has its own perks.

Namjoon

namjoon drabble @lovetrivia

summary: You’re a hot girl on Twitch and Namjoon is an absolute simp.

Jimin

baby fever @writtenwhalien

summary: Jimin wants another baby, and much to your delight, he’s determined to give you one.

jimin drabble @/1kook

best friend au

small hands jimin drabble @lavishedinjimin

established relationship au

silk and lace @sunshyngal

summary: Min Nara is the newly dumped fiance to the Crown prince of Korea, Park Jimin. She’s not overtly upset , because at least now she can live her life without the pressure of the monarchy hanging over her head. Besides , Nara has a very dirty little secret. While she spends the day as the perfect high society girl with an impeccable pedigree , her nights are filled with lacy lingerie and webcams.  Ignored by the man she’s meant to marry, she revels in the greedy lust of strangers on the internet. It’s her way of saying ‘fuck you’ to a system that sees her as nothing but a toy, molded for the future King. Park Jimin doesn’t know the first thing about his supposed fiancee. And he has no intention of learning either. He knows just what debutante girls are like and he has no patience for the kind. Besides, his girlfriend of three years, the elegant and independent Irene is everything he would ever want in a wife . Or is she?Because in the secrecy of his office , after the day’s work is done , Park Jimin has a very scintillating vice that he likes to indulge in : the beautiful camgirl who calls herself the Temptress. Jimin can’t get enough of the girl’s lush thighs wrapped in silk, the pretty pink of her nipples in see through bralettes and the glittering temptation of the jeweled plugs she likes to stuff herself full with.Jimin thinks she embodies  everything he can never allow himself to have as a Prince : filth, sin and decadence , all wrapped up in Silk and Lace.

Taehyung

nip it in the bud @opaljm

summary: You’re not sure how you ended up here, but maybe a shitty ex and a horrible breakup had a hand in what placed you in front of the tattoo parlor. It was already a nerve-wracking experience, but what you never expected was seeing that the owner and artist giving you nipple piercings was your older brother’s best friend you hadn’t seen in ages. to make things even worse, he got fucking hotter.

taehyung drabble @joonsgalore

sugar daddy au

peanut @jungxk

summary: the making of peanut.

Jungkook

pretty kitty @venusiangguk

summary: you’re jk’s baby, his toy, and now his pretty little pet.

heavy metal @hisunshiine

summary: You come home from a trip to find your fuckbuddy has a… hole-y surprise.

devour @bloomsuga

summary: my sweet angel… i am going to devour you

grain of sand @jungkookiebus

summary: Blind since the age of 18 from a genetic disorder, Jungkook walked through life as if he never lost it, but on one fateful day seven years ago he literally almost runs into you. He fell in love nearly immediately. Fast forward to the present and it’s just another day in your quiet life with him by your side.

under the oak tree @mingoyeob

summary: as the eldest daughter of a duke, it’s your duty to marry at your father’s will. yet you didn’t expect to be marrying jeon jungkook, a knight of low status, especially when he departs for an expedition without another word after your first night. when he comes back three years later, this time as a renowned hero, how will you be able to face him and how will things change between you and your new husband?

jungkook drabble @1kook

dilf!jk

commercial break: thirteen ^

summary: Because for as much shit as you let him get away with, Jungkook is certain you’ll draw the line today.

sh. @wwilloww

summary: How could you say no to a month away in the mountains with your friends after six months of grueling quarantine?

jungkook drabble @lavishedinjimin

daddy!jk

OT7/Multiple Members

the end @jimlingss

summary: It’s been a habit of yours to vent in the form of love letters. There’s six in total. They’re kept secret, hidden in your closet. But on your 30th birthday, what you least expect is for each letter to become reality. All done by the whacky ghost of Christmas future trying to grant your birthday wish.

[staynskz]

Making Amends

Pairing: Husband Bangchan x Wife female reader

Genre: angst

Word count: 2.5k

Warning(s): None

 Prologue: You and Chan had dated for some time before deciding it was a good time to marry. You both had children soon after marriage; Aris, your daughter, is 5 years old, and Eli, your son, is 3 years old. You both had a wonderful marriage. Compromises were always made to work around everyone’s schedule, but you were sure to make sure everything was always in order around your home. Sometimes, those compromises were you being too forgiving at times. It was hard, but it could be worse. Chan was always helpful, but there were also times where he overworked and forgot to worry about his responsibilities at home. Those were times that got dark and hard for you.

There were so many blessings in your life: your two children, Aris and Eli, your husband, Chan, and so many more people you’ve gotten to know over the years. Sometimes, life would get in the way, but it was so hard to try and smile through it all. You understood that Chan was busy producing and leading the group, but you also knew that there could’ve been ways around both of your schedules to make time for each other. If you could do it, Chan should be willing to compromise too. You felt like you were giving too much time to everyone else but yourself. It was getting harder and harder every day. Chan kept coming home late and was overworking himself, but you loved him too much to bother to ask for any help. The children were still so young, and you wanted nothing but to watch them grow up. It was too much now. You were overthinking, weren’t you?

 After finishing the dishes, showering the children, and tucking them into their beds, you finally were able to sit on your bed before ending the night by closing your eyes. You couldn’t close your eyes. You didn’t know what tomorrow held. Chan still wasn’t home either. All of the thoughts in your head brought you to tears. You hadn’t cried like this before. You were broken, burnt out, and exhausted. Being a loving mother, doting wife, and friends to others was too much now. You could only keep crying into your hands. It felt like it was nonstop. You weren’t you anymore; you’d changed. Wanting to avoid getting puffy eyes in the morning, you decided to get up and clean your eyes before going to bed. As you looked up, you saw a figure that made you jump from shock. It was Chan. Trying to wipe your tears away before he could see them, you smiled at him saying, “hi babe, you’re home early.” He didn’t say anything. He just stared at you. He knew you were hurting. You always did that. You hid your pain regardless of how much it hurt you to keep it altogether. To avoid the worried stare he had in his eyes, you got up to go to the bathroom. Hurrying past him, you hoped that he wouldn’t say anything about your crying. Chan knew how to read the room. He knew that you didn’t like to talk about anything until you were ready. “Babe…why were you crying?” he asked quietly. Darn it! He asked! Shit! Shit! Shit! What do you say? Turning around, you saw that Chan was still staring at the bed. Before more tears could form, you assured, “I was just watching a really good movie. It touched my heart, so I’m just relaxing from it.” “You don’t cry like that over movies, Y/N…” “Well this just reminded me of a lot of sad stories I’d heard about,” you were doing anything to lie to avoid a scolding from Chan about you not opening up to him about your problems. “Y/N-” “I’m telling the truth, Chan, it’s not that serious-“ was all you could muster before he turned around and stared at you. That stare was like nothing you’ve ever seen before. He was so tired, yet so worried about you as well. His eyebags were dark and bigger than the night before. You just hoped that he would let it slide. You went silent. When Chan looked at you like this, you were unable to lie and say that you were okay. He knew you, inside and out. You were both inseparable-soulmates as some would say. The red string that ties your souls together was being pulled from you both and drawing you far away from each other. “Don’t lie to me, Y/N. You know I don’t like it when you lie. We said we would be open and honest from the day we’ve been together until now. There’s nothing that we should be keeping from each other.” “Chan, I…” Should you keep lying until you get out of this rut? You were able to fool Chan for awhile sometimes, but this time it wasn’t going to work. “I’ve just been stressed…” “Stressed about what?” he asked as he slowly approached you. “About everything, honestly. There’s so much that I need to take care of, and the kids are still growing up, and I’m trying to make dinner every night, I’m trying to sleep every night, I’m trying to make sure you’re doing okay, I’m trying to make sure all of my duties at work are complete before the day ends, it all just keeps going around and around, Chan. It’s never going to stop. And… it feels like you’re not here to help me, Chan. I feel so alone, and I’m trying to make sure everyone’s doing okay while I’m not okay…” Chan was always a good listener; whatever problems you had, he was there to offer knowledgeable advice. He was silent this time around. You looked up at him staring straight down at you. “So, you’re saying you’re mad at me?” “Wait, no. Chan, I’m not-I mean-I am, just a little bit, but-” “Why didn’t you just say it then? You know that you could’ve just told me. I’m always here to listen to whatever problems you have, babe.” “Well… you’ve been so busy producing that I didn’t want to bother you at all. I wanted to make sure you weren’t stressed for whatever project you have going on at work.” “But we said-” “Yes, Chan. I know what we promised each other when we got married, but sometimes it’s not enough for-” “So you think I’m not doing enough?” “What? No. Chan, I didn’t mean it like that.” “You could’ve just said it to me if you wanted me to do more, Y/N. You know that I love you and I want what’s best for our family. Why do you-” “How am I supposed to tell you when you’re always busy, Chan?!” There it was… your limiting point. You hated it when people asked you why you didn’t say anything in the beginning. You were too considerate for your own good. “How am I supposed to talk to a husband who’s never home?! My husband isn’t home to help me cook dinner, bathe the children, and can’t even get home to eat least enjoy dinner with me?!” “Oh, so you ARE mad at me. Well, if you said anything to me, I would’ve-” “Stop saying that! Stop saying that if I said something you would’ve done something, Chan! You know that I’m busy, yet you leave me home with the children to care for, and I do everything for this house! If you truly cared, you would’ve SEEN that I was exhausted from doing this all on my own!” “Well, I’ve just been-” “Sometimes, it doesn’t even feel like I’m a married woman, Chan! These women out here have husbands who worry about them, who take care of them, who do everything they can to make a house function, but you just worry about work! Do you even care about us?! Your wife who works AND cleans your house?! Your children who barely get to see you as they’re growing up?!” You weren’t thinking clearly. You were angry. You were angry at life, the world, and especially Chan at this moment. You didn’t think those words would come out of your mouth, though. You never meant to say hurtful things to each other, but stressful times would sometimes get the best of you both. Chan scoffed at your response and walked backwards toward to closet. “Well, I’m sorry that you feel like a single mother, Y/N. Sorry that I can’t be the perfect husband for you or be the perfect father for our children.” “Chan…I didn’t mean that. I-” “We’ll just leave it at that,” Chan said as he grabbed his suitcase and jacket, leaving the bedroom. You knew where he was going… back to the studio to produce more. You were frustrated as hell, but you had work in the morning and were already tired from the day, so you decided it was time to call it day and slid into the covers to sleep.

 Over the next few days, you and Chan barely spoke to each other. You didn’t want to speak to an angry Chan, and hurting him with your words was enough. However, the kids were able to sense the tension between you and Chan. They knew that on normal days, mommy and daddy would wake them up, and everybody would get ready together. On normal days, mommy and daddy would cook dinner together with daddy back hugging and kissing mommy until mommy had to kick him out from being too annoying. When cleaning after dinner, mommy and daddy would have a dance session in the kitchen. On normal days, daddy would put on a show for them, and have them all tackle and tickle mommy until mommy gave up laughing. On normal days, daddy would come home from work early, and daddy would share what daddy created in the studio. The past few days weren’t normal. Aris and Eli knew that. Even at a young age, they knew that mommy and daddy weren’t happy. On Saturday morning, Aris asked you, “Mommy… are you and daddy mad at each other?” Lost in your own train of thought, you snapped back into reality as your daughter tapped you for an answer. “Huh? What was that, honey?” “I saidddd are you and daddy mad at each other???” What were you supposed to tell your kids? That you and Chan had an argument? Hell no. “No, baby. We’re fine. Don’t worry about it, okay? You need to eat your breakfast before you go to uncle Binnie’s, okay?” Eyeing Eli suspiciously, she goes back to eating her breakfast. Trying to hide the tears brimming in your eyes, you smiled at the kids before going back to eating your own breakfast. Today was a Saturday, and you didn’t feel prepared to work at all. You had been hauling your ass around at work for the past few weeks preparing for a project you had to present today. They’d pushed dates around, causing you an even bigger headache, and making you have to change plans last minute. The kids were dropped off at Changbin and his s/o’s house. They’d volunteered to take care of the kids since you and Chan were both working.

 After work, you were on your way to Changbin’s house. Outside his house, you saw Chan’s car parked in front of his house. You texted Chan that the kids were going to be at Changbin’s house, but he never replied. You were surprised he didn’t inform you if he was going to pick them up or not either. Inhaling deeply, you got out of your car and walked towards the front door. Ringing the doorbell, you heard little bits of laughter and shrieking coming from inside. The kids always loved their uncle Binnie; he never failed to entertain them. Chan was the one who came to open the door. You stood by the front door, instructing the kids that their fun time with uncle Binnie was over. Bummed out, they said bye to their uncle and auntie Binnie.

 After tucking the children into bed together, Chan approached you. “Why do the kids know that we’re not happy right now?” “What do you mean? I don’t understand.” “The kids told Changbin that we were arguing and were mad at each other,” he explained. You stood speechless. You knew children would say random things, but you didn’t think your daughter could pick up so easily on small clues. “Don’t act so innocent, Y/N. I know you’re always gossiping on the phone with your girlfriends about how unhappy you are in our marriage.” Those words stung. They hurt even worse than if someone were to take a knife and penetrate your heart with it. “How would I know, Chan?! Maybe it’s because they don’t see their father! Maybe it’s because they know that none of us are happy in this damn house!” “Don’t play the victim. I know that it’s because of your big mouth that our children have to hear about this!” There he was… attacking you again-for something that was entirely out of your control. “MY BIG MOUTH?! I HAVEN’T EVEN SPOKEN TO MY FRIENDS FOR THE PAST FEW WEEKS BECAUSE I’VE BEEN SO BUSY! IF YOU ACTUALLY KNEW MY DAY TO DAY SCHEDULE, YOU WOULD KNOW THAT OUR CHILDREN AREN’T DUMB, CHAN! YOU WOULD KNOW THAT YOUR CHILDREN ARE GROWING UP WITHOUT YOU!” He was angry-trying to stay calm, but the silence was from anger, not from understanding nor from love. Where did your marriage go wrong? Where did you both turn into hate-filled lovers, who can’t even speak to each other without raising your voices? You didn’t know, and you didn’t care. You had been patient enough. You were silent for too long. It wasn’t going to change anything. There was so much that you wanted to say, but you knew Chan wasn’t going to do anything either. His compromises were the bare minimum. To hide the tears that were falling down your face, you turned your back towards Chan, and walked out the door. It was hard enough that you felt like a single mother. Before leaving the room, you admitted to Chan, “You know what, maybe I am unhappy in this marriage. I do feel like a single mother taking care of my own children…Maybe it’s time we find new things to do rather than stay in this worthless relationship, Chan.”

Your marriage was failing. Not was… is. Your marriage was something you’d wanted to be so proud of since you were a little girl. You imagined yourself being the caring, doting mother and wife, and being the one everyone else was envious of. It was the total opposite now. Everyone pitied you because you had a husband who didn’t care for you, probably hated you as well. There were so many things going on inside your head, you couldn’t think clearly anymore. At work, you couldn’t focus. The words you’d said to Chan-that you knew pierced his heart as well. You felt so guilty. Was your marriage going to end in divorce? Was it going to be the relationship you promised to never have? Either way, it was going to be one hell of a struggle trying to please everyone’s schedules.

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Author’s Note: Hi, I’m just barely starting out this series. I’m not sure how many parts I’m gonna write, but hopefully you guys liked it! :) Give me some critical feedback or advice on my writing if you want too! I want to continuously write better!

Tag list: @crispbang 

[muffindaddystyles]

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

Where Harry's five years old bubba gets lost in a park while playing hide and seek. You help her to find her daddy.

Warning: Emotional and whole lot of fluff <3

Pastel tutu frock, a lil bucket hat and shoes that makes 'puch.' 'puch.' noises when she waddles with her adorable toddler gait chasing her father.

It's still early in the morning less people more relieved Harry that he could spent some affectionate time with his lovin' little girl of four out in the park, as a single father he dresses her with more fashion indulgment than any mother could.

Cheeky smug He's. Kinda proud of it.

They were playing hide and seek a bit far from their picnic basket ontop of checkered blanket along her toys. She came all the way from their home to car and car to park sitting on her daddy's shoulders.

"Dawwy! That's cheatin'." She stomped her dainty feet into sodden lush grass underneath and Harry grinned booping her button nose just like his's, "cheeky bugger." He watched her in amusement when she caught his slender finger with her chubby ones, pouting cutely at him.

"Kay. lovie' we're gonna play, again." He assured her raising his palms in air taking two steps back at once, "this time no cheatin', promise." She bobbed her head enthusiasticly running to hide behind the nearest largest oak tree as her daddy told her not to go too far from him ever.

Harry was rounding her from other side when too impatient she went to found Harry on other side, "daw'wy!?" Her flight of run like a dove in sky was startled when she found her tall, curly head daddy nowhere in sight.

She toddled further away even though Harry has instructed her never to leave a certain place no matter what, her daddy would find her at the same spot if something happens.

"Bubba? love bug'?" He frowned as his daughter who just hid behind the same bark vanished. Not getting anxious he strided back to their spot but she wasn't there.

She has come so far away in search of her daddy at first she told herself that "she's daddy's big girl." . "she would get back to him and he'd give her alot of kisses." But then she got scared seeing alot of people here and there. Her ending point of bravery was when some little pal hit her with soft ball.

The pool of tears bursted like rainfall from her soft warm eyes, staining her coral chunky cheeks and she rubbed her glossy eyelids with the back of her hand with series of hiccups making her vision more blurry.

You were sitting under a shade reading a copy of Little Women. Eyes flickering when you poked your tongue out to collect some moist on your finger to turn the paper, right then your eyes fell over the cutest fuzz of a lil girlie crying with painful fat tears waddling her way lost towards the pond and with a loud gasp you left everything running towards her before she was too close to it.

"Hey. hey kiddo." You reached at the mean time quickly scooping her up in your arms and she sobbed out loudly, "dawwy!" You stroked her hair as she snoggled her snotty nose and moist face in the crook of your neck.

"Honey are you lost?" You tried to calm her down by rubbing soothing circles at her back and she nodded with incoherent blabbering.

"Lemme me help you, yeah? Do you know your parent's names." You asked her politely taking her back to where you were sitting under the large tree and she pulled her face out murmuring a tiny, "yesh." You beamed at her giving her a thumbs up.

"You're doing so good, darlin'." You tucked her loose curls under her ear and she tells you her father's name, "Hawwy. S'tyles." She doesn't have her way with 's and t's.' sounds so it was 'yles.' coming from her mouth and you had to comprehend it yourself.

"Honey you know his number?" She counts on her fingers as Harry made her learn his phone number in case of any emergency like this but she's so anxious she forgot, silent tears again spilling out from her struggle. "Sh. sh. lovie'. S'okay, you're okay. you're safe with me." You cooes at her softly wiping her tears and kissing her cheeks gently rocking her on your knees.

"B-but. dawwy!" She hiccups badly and you made her sip water, feeling pitiful for the poor bub.

"Bubs we're gonna find your daddy, yeah? you and me together are a whole power puff team!" You again rock her cheerfully standing up with her on your hip. Taking the challenge on yourself to find her daddy in no less time.

On the other hand Harry was loosing his mind. He pulled at his hair anxiously, worry drowning him into deep. Scared for his bubba. She's so little im this huge park. Harry never lets her dodge from under his wings and now he's on verge of getting a panic attack. He should have never came to park. He went from one person to another showing his petal's picture to them hands trembling as he did so.

"Sh-she's fou'. Little pink hat, tutu frock. Chocolate c-curls in specific." He gesticulated voice wavering and with everyone denying he went absolute crazy.

Tears glistening in his eyes and he's feeling as if he'd stop breathing. Putting his hand over where his heart is he took long strides of the whole park which's too big and in the end he fell on his knees with a thud onto grass when he couldn't find his only life, the piece of his heart nowhere. Sobbing loudly that made him bent outwards.

They live near by so he quickly dialed gemma. When she heard him sobbing onto speaker she abruptly stood up scaring Anne too, "Harry what happened?" She asked worriedly.

"Harry talk to me." She tried in a calming voice and he stuttered even causing Gemma to lost her breath, "d-dovie. lost her gem. fuckin' lost her. Couldn't find her." She was quick to act not telling Anne and assuring her she would in their car ride.

Harry was falling into his mum's embrace when they rushed to security department where Harry's at as the cops assured him that they'll find his daughter safe and unharmed.

He whimpered soaking her shirt. Whole body shaking, "can't lost her mum, she's the only one I've." She tried to calm him getting rid of her own tears.

"S'been two hours I've been searching her like a mad man. I'll fuckin' die if somethin' happens to her." At this Anne scolded him as gemma hugged him reassuring him. "It's m'fault. All m'fault." His tears and emotions were all where and he blamed himself.

"Shit father. never gonna forgive myself." Anne sighed shakily stroking his head. She has never seen her son crippling to this edge.

"She's fine. We'll find her."

Your back sweaty as the sun shines on you mercilessly while you hurriedly walked with Dove on your hip, her head on your shoulder resting sadly while you fanned her continuously with the paper fan and you breathed hunching a little seeing that some security department's few steps away from you. But, it's the one opposite from where Harry and his family are.

You immediately went to first table not waiting for your breaths to get back to normal, "hi. This's Dove Styles. Four. Lost." You informed them and they made you sit at the bench.

She was getting all tired and limpy from the crying. So you took her in your lap tucking her head under your armpit, "daddy's soon gonna come okay dove darlin'? Then he's gonna collect you fuzz baby in his arms." You took out a box of juice from your backpack tapping the straw against her rosy lips and you took in her features thinking how beautiful her daddy must be to her be this cute.

Even though her daddy has sternly taught her never to accept things from strangers but the poor babe's so exhausted she did.

Some cop came cop telling you they've found her daddy that he's at the other security building but you shook your head stubbornly squeezing her near to your chest. Because well you don't trust anybody not even the cops, most importantly not when it's a child.

"Tell her daddy to come take his child from here." The cop grunts at you. "Annoying lady." but you ignored him checking on dove cleaning her hands that were sticky from her drinking juice like how toddlers do.

You were hot on your feet when three panicked figures came rushing inside Dove on your hip and you asked her, "is that your da—" but you were cut off from her yearning cry.

"Dawwy!" It was like sky and ground meeting as Dove latched into Harry's arms, he was too ripped to shreds and with a loud whimper he feel stingingly onto tiled floor firm grip around his dovie's neck, forearm wrapped around her little body protectively. He clutched onto her for dear life, sponging endless kisses to her visible skin.

"Thought I lost ye' bubba...really thought–" He said in between wet kisses his tears smudging her cheeks and the duo's reunion infront of you made you sentimental too. "Never scare daddy like this dove. m'heart stopped." She muttered a 'sowwy.' At his anxious rambling.

"Forgive me, dovie. Daddy's bad." She shook her head. The four year old's too soft from heart to know what emotions are scowling at her daddy with her chubby palms pushing into his cheeks, "no dada." You smiled at her when she glanced back at you.

"Y/n helped mew. She say we were power puff girls." You chuckled that she still remembers ruffling her hair, "see? Told ya daddy was gonna find you." Harry rubs his nose wiping his tears standing up.

"Thank you so much, can't thank you enough." You found his voice so mellow even after hoarseness, "s'okay. She's safe that all matters." Anne and gem nodded while talking to Dove in baby voices telling her how worried they all got.

You were walking outside while talking to Harry, "and thank ye' fo' not trusting anybody you know...and no' lettin' her go." You assured him shaking his hand.

"No problem." You leaned down a little kissing her cheek, "and dove honey never go near to ponds, yeah?" She said a lil 'okie." wrapping herself tight around her father.

"Oh my god, dovie?" He asked her horrid at what could happen taking her chin but you quickly rambled not wanting to make him feel more panicked and anxious.

"She was crying and in haze that's why, she's okay now Mr. Styles."

"I owe you y/n. And please just call me, Harry." You nodded sheepishly now. Muttering a what the hell you fool at yourself and gemma quipped.

"Yes. Please have lunch with us?"

"Pwease?" You laughed out aloud at dove's innocent pleading deciding to let your English class go and bobbing your head at which Harry grinned, "perfect."

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[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,916 Words

Summary: Day 1 and 2 of UA. The Battle Trials and the UA press break-in happen.

Warnings: Fighting Mention, Screaming Mention, Injury Mention, Food Mention, Anxiety Mention, Anxiety Attack Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Notes: Shinsou's trial hero costume is a black jumpsuit like Todoroki's second hero costume but with lots of body armor and a bulletproof bodysuit underneath, because he's still training and has never physically trained himself in hazardous situations before. He also has a lot of weapons on his outfit and a capture scarf like Aizawa's and his Artificial Vocal Cords.

Usernames: Existence Is A Prison  Aizawa: feral cat dad, Aoyama: gay salt, Hagakure: ranch flavored jello, Tokoyami: foil-mecha, Shinsou: farmer toshi, Kuroiro: life is a nightmare, Shiozaki: saviour, Tsunotori: schrodinger better run, Honenuki: pure, Monoma: nat20

Aizawa, We Agreed No More Cats: Chapter 2

2:00 PM

Existence Is A Prison

Hagakure: My new outfit is amazing. I'm so happy, Mr. Aizawa, thank you.

Aizawa: No problem. How is training going?

Hagakure: Hey, by chance, what did you tell Midoriya?

Aizawa: I told Midoriya to think of his quirk as an extension of himself and, think of it as a water hose. Just because you have the hose doesn't mean you need it on full blast all the time. He's going to attempt using just percentages of his quirk if he can.

Aizawa: I also told him how to call the match off in case he couldn't use his quirk or if he has panic attack. AllMight should know what he means.

Aizawa: Why, what's happening?

Hagakure: Well, you see, the teams that are currently competing are Midoriya and Uraraka against Iida and Bakugou.

Aizawa: And? Is Bakugou threatening him or something. God, that kid needs therapy.

Hagakure: Actually, no. Bakugou started screaming at Midoriya and stuff. And then Midoriya just snapped and tackled Bakugou onto the ground and has been punching him for the last solid two minutes or so. Pretty sure Midoriya's screaming at him. Something about not needing a quirk to beat him.

Aizawa: Oh wow. I can't say I'm surprised but, jeez, Midoriya.

Hagakure: Oh, looks like Bakugou's been knocked out. Midoriya got him in the capture tape.

Aizawa: I can't say I'm not proud but you can't tell that to Bakugou.

Hagakure: Iida and Uraraka had a big fight for the weapon but Uraraka got Iida to run into a wall and knock himself out! Ooh, looks like I go next. Wish me luck, guys!

Aizawa: Good luck.

2:05 PM

Existence Is A Prison

Aoyama has started a video chat

What are you doing, Aoyama? -Aizawa

Is that Mr. Aizawa? -Unknown

It is, Ashido! I thought he'd like to see Hagakure training. -Aoyama

Why do you have Mr. Aizawa's number, Aoyama? -Unknown

Mr. Aizawa needs to stay in contact with us who live in the dorms so he's in a group chat with us dorm kids. - Aoyama

Aoyama, what's happening on the screen? -Aizawa

[Aoyama shows the screen, which displays Hagakure talking to her partner, Ojiro, before Todoroki and Shoji are allowed into the building. Hagakure suddenly disappears into thin air and Ojiro keeps talking as the entire building is suddenly encased in ice.]

I think they just lost. They're both trapped by the ice. -Aizawa

Wait, look! -Unknown

[the screen shows Todoroki getting restrained by capture tape as Toru becomes semi-visible again and he's officially out of the match.]

That's my girl! -Aizawa

Go, Hagakure! -Tokoyami

[the screen shows Hagakure as she disappears again and Shoji is suddenly captured as he re-enters the building]

Team I is the winner! -Unknown

This is the proudest I've been my whole life. -Aizawa

[Todoroki is thawing the building and Ojiro's feet as Hagakure is smiling and talking to Shoji, while Ojiro comes to make sure she's okay and didn't get hurt]

Aoyama has ended the video chat

Aoyama: Sorry, my phone's about to die. I didn't charge it last night, mon dieu.

Aizawa: You're fine, Aoyama. I'm sure Hagakure will keep me updated when she gets back to her phone.

Hagakure: Next is Tokoyami and Tsu vs Kirishima and Sero.

Aizawa: I'm sure the fight is even. How did you avoid getting frozen to the ground?

Hagakure: My boots sure got frozen but I got myself out of them before my legs got frozen into them.

2:20 PM

Existence Is A Prison

Hagakure: Kirishima and Sero won. Sero tied Tsu and Tokoyami up. while Kirishima went through like a bulldozer for the fake bomb.

2:35 PM

Existence Is A Prison

Hagakure: Can you expel Mineta for being a pervert?

Aizawa: Believe me, I wish I could expel students just for being pervs but, alas, I cannot because that's apparently baseless accusations against his character.

Tokoyami: Can I punch him?

Aizawa: Stop trying to get in trouble, this is the first day of school, kids.

Tokoyami: Fine. But if he pulls something drastic, I'm punching him.

Aizawa: As long as you tell someone to alert a teacher as well.

Hagakure: By the way, Yaoyorozu and Mineta vs Kaminari and Jirou was a tie because Kaminari ended up electrocuting everyone and knocking out everyone in the building while he was trying to get through the barricade Yaoyorozu made.

Aizawa: Of course he did.

2:50 PM

Existence Is A Prison

Hagakure: And Aoyama and Ashido won by surprise attacking Sato and Koda while they were having a miscommunication.

Aizawa: I've never been more proud of my three new children.

Hagakure; Oh god, he's adopting us.

Aizawa: I resent that.

Hagakure: Liar, you like having us around.

Aizawa: I resent that and these claims are unfounded.

Hagakure: I won't stop you if you try to adopt me.

Aizawa: No comment.

4:15 PM

Existence Is A Prison

Shinsou has changed Aizawa's name to feral cat dad

Shinsou has changed Aoyama's name to gay salt

Shinsou has changed Hagakure's name to ranch flavored jello

Shinsou has changed Tokoyami's name to foil-mecha

Shinsou has changed Kuroiro's name to life is a nightmare

Shinsou has changed Shiozaki's name to saviour

Shinsou has changed Tsunotori's name to schrodinger better run

Shinsou has changed Honenuki's name to pure

Shinsou has changed Monoma's name to nat20

feral cat dad: Could you not think of one for yourself, Shinsou?

Shinsou: Yeahhhhh brain no work anymore.

feral cat dad has changed Shinsou's name to farmer toshi

farmer toshi: Why?

feral cat dad: Because everyone knows you have an indoor garden in your dorm room but we don't want to tell you that you can't decorate how you want.

farmer toshi: Fair enough.

8:00 PM

Existence Is A Prison

pure: I made dinner for those still training. Dinner is veggie based bao buns with optional glazed pork belly. Cooked separately for our non-meat-eating roomies. Kageya helped me.

feral cat dad: We're wrapping up and coming back. It'll be around five minutes until we're there.

life is a nightmare: y'all better. Kiyomi worked hard on dinner.

ranch flavored jello: I can't wait.

feral cat dad: @gay salt @ranch flavored jello @foil-mecha Shinsou will be joining our training on Wednesday morning. I'd like to train him with rescue in a controlled environment.

gay salt: Sounds like a plan. I'd love to train with Shinsou.

ranch flavored jello: Welcome to 1-A unofficially, Shinsou!

foil-mecha: Glad to have you with us, Shinsou.

farmer toshi: I'll cry, shut up, all four of you.

feral cat dad: Bold of you to assume that we wouldn't hug you if you cried.

farmer toshi: stop mKing me cry, I cantsee my scren

gay salt: puppy pile on Hitoshi when you all come back.

ranch flavored jello: Already on it.

foil-mecha: I am hugging him as well and so Mr. Aizawa.

gay salt: Doesn't mean moi doesn't want to hug him.

12:14 AM

Exisence Is A Prison

farmer toshi: Hey, Mr. Aizawa, do you think I could be a hero?

feral cat dad: I'll grab a comfort cat and come over. Hold on.

farmer toshi: Yes, please, but do you?

feral cat dad: I think you'll be a hero. Honestly, I've hated that entrance exam since I was in it. I was a lot like you and I hope that you'll be a lot like me and be able to transfer up to Class 1-A.

farmer toshi: Thank you. I think I can sleep now.

feral cat dad: I'm still coming over because you still sound like you're crying.

farmer toshi: I'm happy this time.

feral cat dad: God, where are adoption papers when you need them?

2:35 PM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: Has anyone seen Shinsou? He's been missing since the press got in.

nat20: I asked my class and Tetsutetsu said he saw someone with purple hair running to hide in a staff room near the cafeteria but he wasn't able to go check on them because the crowd forced him away from the cafeteria.

feral cat dad: Good, Hagakure, you're secretly in charge of 1-A, I'll be back once I get him.

3:30 PM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: I've found our boy. He's okay. He was hiding in a janitor closet having an anxiety attack.

farmer toshi: All the panic and loud noises made me think I was back with the orphanage and the caretaker was going to force me into a muzzle again, sorry if I scared anyone.

feral cat dad: I'm putting in for legal guardianship for you tonight, problem child.

farmer toshi: I'd be glad to call you my father.

8:00 PM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: So turns out that UA having your custody makes my fatherhood of you a twelve hour process, Hitoshi. If I put it in now, you'd be legally mine come tomorrow morning at 8.

farmer toshi: I want to keep my surname though, because I want people to judge me based on my abilities, not yours.

feral cat dad: Fair enough.

gay salt: I support one trashy gremlin man and his tired cryptid son.

8:00 AM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: It's official, I now own one gay son and the process for one lesbian daughter gets finalized in another 12 hours.

foil-mecha: Hitoshi, we're all very happy for you. Mr. Aizawa, we love your child-hoarding tendencies.

feral cat dad: This one's getting it.

life is a nightmare: Oh god, we're all part of his horde of children.

feral cat dad: Good, good, you've all acknowledged it finally.

nat20: I've had this new father for three days but, if anything happened to him, I'd kill whoever did it so slow and painful that their ancestors would start weeping in agony.

feral cat dad: Very much appreciated, thanks, but no murder or torture.

2:00 PM

Existence Is A Prison

foil-mecha: My outfit? Remarkable. Me changing into it? Absolutely not.

feral cat dad: Tokoyami, you can change in the classroom again today, I'll block the door again.

foil-mecha: Thank you.

feral cat dad: Aoyama, do you feel comfortable changing in the boy room, girls room, or the classroom for changing.

gay salt: I changed in the girl's lockers after they let me explain. We're mint on this end, Dad.

feral cat dad: Okay, good.

farmer toshi: My trial hero outfit is amazing, Dad, thank you.

2:10 PM

Existence Is A Prison

ranch flavored jello: I'm torn between laughing and crying. Bakugou is so offended. Get em, Asui.

feral cat dad: I fully support Asui dragging Bakugou's already broken ego through the mud.

farmer toshi: Guess you could say his personality is explosive.

farmer toshi: His attitude is flashy.

farmer toshi: He's dynamite, if you will.

foil-mecha: Please stop, I'm getting a cramp in my stomach from trying not to laugh.

farmer toshi: He's lit, your honor.

gay salt: I hate you, you gremlin.

farmer toshi: His personality is quite booming.

farmer toshi: He's pretty emotionally eruptive.

farmer toshi: Big stinky boom boom boy got the big mad.

feral cat dad: Petition to refer to Bakugou as Stinky Boom Boom Boy. Any signatures for this petition?

gay salt: Signed.

ranch flavored jello: Take my signature and run with it.

foil-mecha: Signed.

farmer toshi: Hell yeah, sign me up.

feral cat dad: Alright, we're almost there. Look alive, Sunshines.

Taglist: @everythingisstardust 

[jjfics]

Rosemary and Thyme - On The Run | 02

ship: Five Hargreeves x Female!Reader 

summary: The Reader has killed someone and now the Hargreeves and her have to hide. So they look for shelter in the only place they know would welcome them: The Reader’s former employer. 

series: read part 1 here

author: jane jack aka your girl jjfics 

words: 3250 

warnings: mentions of death, murder, blood and homelesness, feelings of uncertainty and anxiety, flashbacks, angst, guns, allusion to smut (does not happen though, i’ve cut it right before), smoking 

a/n: i definitely did not expect it to be seen. i know 100 notes is not a lot, but i think i did pretty well for my second imagine out there, huh. thanks guys, for reading. i hope this one is just as great (or who knows, maybe better?). let me know if anyone would like a part 3. -jj

tags: @nimusicaltrash​ :3

Vanya and Allison were asleep in the backseat. Klaus, cramped between them, waved around a magazine he picked up from the last gas station you stopped at. Luther and Diego were discussing plans in the back, on the second row of seats. 

Five took the passenger seat, he was very tired from all the driving. He refused to make any stops at all until it was absolutely necessary. The dark circles around his eyes begged him to sleep, but he couldn’t. All he could feel was stress and desperation. I have to get my family to safety, he would think. 

Your now clean hands were clenched around the wheel of the car. The city was getting closer every moment and you unconsciously pressed harder on the gas pedal.

“Hey, hey! Careful there, I can’t read well when you go that fast” Klaus whined and you sighed. Right.

You saw Five look at his watch as he started bumping his right foot anxiously. Just a couple of metres away stood the “Welcome to Dallas” board.

“On time?” you ask, trying not to panic.

“Exactly on time” he reassures you with a nod. “Are you ready?” Ready? You were terrified.

“You’ll be okay. I’ll come inside with you, just in case.”

“What do you think old John can do to harm me?” 

John was your boss in the 60s. Your salvation. He was mesmerized by your voice that day at the bakery, and he kept asking people around until he found you. It was your second night sleeping under the open sky, and little did you know it was all going to change. He made you a star. One makeover later and a lot of clothing stores you basically swapped lives with Allison. He let you live in the apartment above the club. 

And he was probably also six feet under right now. 

“Oh I wouldn’t be worried about him.” Five replies sarcastically. “Maybe he has a son. Whoever is in charge of the place, might be an issue for us.”

“What do you mean?”

“I just… What if he won’t cooperate? What if he won’t understand, or worse, give us to the police…” after he said that, he looked zoned out for a moment, as if he was going through all the possible ways your plan could fail. 

If the police found you, you would be going straight to jail. There was no doubt that the Hargreeves could pay for your bail. So no worries with the police, really. But you were never going to be a free woman. The Commission would search for you, and if you killed one of them again, they would send new men after you until they made sure you were gone for good. As gone as the one you saw bleed to death. 

You put your hand on his knee as you turned left onto the main street. If the club was still standing it should be just around the corner. 

His attention switched back to you and he scoffed quietly. “Look at us. Just a couple of hours ago you were the one having a panic attack and now it’s my turn.”

A small smile appeared on your face. “We’re a team, remember?” And he mirrored the expression just before you parked the car. 

“Alright everybody, listen up!” he shouts so that everyone would turn and look at him. The sisters woke up too. They were all on the same train now. “Me and y/n are going to walk inside this club and arrange something so we’ll sleep safely for tonight. Vanya is going to wait in the car, ready to drive away and help us escape. Diego and Luther will wait outside. Got it?” Diego raised an eyebrow but Five continued “Just in case anything happens. You never know.” 

“I’ll wait with them, I need to breathe some fresh air” Allison said as she stretched her arms as far as she could in the small van. 

“Alright then” Five said, looking at the main entrance of the club through the passenger window. “Let’s get to this y/n” he gave you a small smile. 

You searched for his hand and squeezed it gently. 

The doors of the car closed behind you two as you got out of the car. Diego, Luther and Allison were pretending they were just locals talking about what not, getting closer to the big glass doors. When they stopped walking Diego turned a bit to the left and started laughing. This was it, your sign to go. 

“Hey, be safe, okay? Leave as soon as anything gets out of hand. We can find some other place to stay at.” Vanya told you when you were ready to get out of the car. Your best friend was worried about you, of course. She is always a bit anxious. But you had no other choice.

On the way here you were mentioned 8 times on the radio. You and the Hargreeves. Wanted criminals. This was your only chance to find shelter. If this didn’t work, you couldn’t really find some other place. You would pretty much have to sleep in the car or on the streets. No, impossible, you couldn’t go through that again. 

“We’ll be fine Vivi.” She chuckles sadly at the nickname you gave her in the early stages of your friendship. 

“Klaus, hand me that magazine! It’s my turn” Vanya said while tapping her fingers on the steering wheel.  

“Ah, fine.” he whined. “Turn on the radio.”

Hand in hand with Five you made your way to the front hall of the club, heading towards the bar, which was on a platform just above the empty dance floor. You took your sunglasses off as you sat on one of those black stools at the bar. Same leather like 50 years ago. It felt surreal to be here again, with Five sitting next to you. 

“What are you doing so early? And with a kid? There ain’t no party yet ms.” you couldn’t help but smile as you recognized the southern drawl. You pushed your foot on the floor and rotated the chair. There she was, with her hair pinned up the same way as always, wearing short heels that matched her dark lipstick. It had been so long since you had seen her. 

Amy Stephens, your boss John’s little sister. She should be 74 by now, and even though she was just 17 when you started working at the club, you still knew who she was. Amy was the only friend you had during those months when you were alone. You showed her how to do her make up, you went shopping together when you needed new stage outfits, you taught her how to fight, something John would’ve scolded you for if he found out.

“Hello.” you said looking kindly at your old friend. “I’m not here for any party. I’m just looking for someone.”

“Oh well, let’s see if I can be of any help to ya. What you got?” 

“Do you happen to know a Stephens?” Five asked her. 

“Stephens? Yeah, yeah, that’s me kid. With what business are you coming here?” she questioned resting her arm on her hip. 

“Are you in charge of the place?” you said putting your glasses in the pocket of your jacket.

“Sure am. Can I help you?” 

“Yeah… we… uh… a friend told us you used to give the apartment for rent? Is that… still available?” You didn’t quite know how to carry the conversation without blowing your cover. 

“Ah, yes. It’s been a long time since anyone slept in there. You knew the famous y/n Hargreeves used to live here?” Five suppressed a smile, winking at you, but the woman didn’t notice. “Do you kids even know her? You look young. Anyways, popular singer back in 62. Or was it 63?” she muttered.

“Big fans” Five told her.

Your name wasn’t Hargreeves, of course, but you had no certificate when your boss found you. So you did everything you could to associate yourself with Five and his siblings in hope you might find them.

“Would you be interested in staying here?”

“Yes, that’d be really nice” Five said eagerly.

“Follow me, I’ll show you around.” 

The door to your old apartment opened and little dust particles could be seen floating in the morning light. Amy pushed the wooden door with her shoulder and walked inside. 

“My God, we haven’t been in here since Ms Hargreeves moved out. Seems like she really was our last tenant” she whispered, but you heard her well. “But don’t worry children, the place is clean. There’s two bedrooms and a bathroom, a small kitchen and a balcony. Come come”. You knew that grin, it meant the apartment has probably been rotting ever since you left.

She led you to the bedroom that wasn’t used when you lived here. “See, two rooms, perfect for you and the kid, huh” She tried to convince you. Five chuckled and put his arm around your waist when she turned around to walk to the main bedroom.

“And this… this is the second one. There’s still a luggage full of her stuff under the bed but I can get rid of that for ya.” she slapped her hand on the mattress and more dust came out of it. “So what you thinkin’? You like it here?”

“Oh that's not a problem girl, bring them in. As long as you don’t make too much noise after 11 pm, we’re all good.”

You shared a look with Five to tell him This is the best we could do. He nodded and you both turned to look at Amy who was now staring uncomfortably at the two of you. Yeah, you would have to hide your relationship around her. He moved his hand casually and then you spoke again. “Yes, this is quite what we were looking for. But it’s not just us. We’ll be 7, including me, my boyfriend and his 5 siblings.” 

“Isn’t there noise from the party downstairs anyways at that hour?” Five asked her. The expression on Amy’s face changed as she looked down. 

“The party huh… you’re not from here are ya? Well, I was just joking earlier, kid. When y/n Hargreeves left the club, the people got angry. She was the main reason why people still came. Most stopped coming after some time, it simply wasn’t smart to keep the club partying. Now it’s nothing more than a property.” 

They… went bankrupt, because you stopped showing up? You knew people loved you, but John never told you you were the one holding up their business. A tear rolled down your cheek. All that fame, all the posters. You had bleached your hair when you returned to 2019 and you wore sunglasses everywhere. No one could know who you were. Some get their 30 seconds of fame, you got your year. One year could mean your whole life sometimes. 

You were laying on Elliot’s couch with the phone pressed between your ear and shoulder as you were trying to take off your coat. Five reached to help you mouhting I got it. He took your coat to the hanger and then disappeared into the kitchen. 

“Hello, this is John Stephens speaking.” 

“Hi, John. It’s just me, y/n. I- uh, I’m calling from a friend's house. I think I’m going to spend the night. Just thought it’ll be fine for you to know in advance.” 

“y/n, yes. So, what you’re saying is... that you won’t be here in time for tonight’s show?” he said anxiously. You didn’t know this at the time, but he was worried about losing profit.

“No no, I just- I would really want to hang out with my friend and it’ll be just for tonight.”

Gosh, you were reasoning with him as if he were your dad.

“Oh,come on, Hargreeves. Not even one song?”

You laughed at how disparate he was. “Sorry. Not even one. I’ll be gone til morning. But I’m sure no one will miss me that much. Besides, you can always ask Amy to sing. She’s been getting better. For real, John. That girl has potential.”

“There ain’t no well in hell I’m letting my sister get up in front of all these drunks to sing. She’s just 17, woman!” 

You couldn’t stop laughing now. “Goodnight, John. I’ll- Well I’ll see you on Monday if we don’t run into each other.”

“Have a nice evening, y/n” 

You hung up the phone and rose from the couch. When entering the kitchen you saw Five pouring coffee in two big mugs. You went and hugged him from behind, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. You could feel him smiling as you kissed him again. He took the mugs and turned around to face you leaning on the counter.

“Did you miss me?” he asked innocently, making you giggle. 

You leaned in and kissed him. You could still taste the coffee on his lips. He kissed you back and you felt him smirk as you laced your hands behind his neck. 

“Did I miss you?” you asked him back rhetorically. And you could see how eager he was to meet your lips again. You gave him a quick peck on the lips, and one on his shoulder, and then you hugged him tightly. “I did. A lot.” 

“I know what it’s like to be alone. I promise you, we won’t have to go through that again. I’ll try everything I can do to be together forever.” 

“Forever?” you asked.

“Assuming you won’t kick me out, of course.” You smacked his arm.

“Idiot.” you said between laughs. “Give me one of those mugs.” 

He hands you your coffee and you take a sip. “Black?”

“We have a lot to talk about,” he said.  

You both sat back on the couch and went over anything and everything. How you got famous. Where the others were. How he just arrived. What he saw. How long everyone had been here. 

“How long do we have?” you asked, searching for his eyes. 

He leaned back on the couch. “A lot more than last time. Enough time to find out what causes it, and more importantly, how to stop it.” 

You smiled at his words. After all this time, you were finally reunited, and no one was rushing you now. You had nothing to lose anymore, except time. Your hands unconsciously inched towards his thigh and you traced small hearts on his leg. “That means we can breathe safely for a while, right?”

Five brought you closer to him, straddling him now. He brushed your hair behind your ear so you could see him better. Your fingers explored his face carefully. The bump of his nose, his cheeks, his dimples as he grinned at you. Gosh, how you had missed his dimples. You missed everything about him. 

“We have almost one full year,” he said. 

“Then we better make the best of it, right?” you said as your lips brushed against his. 

He laid his head on the fluffy cushions and you followed, not breaking eye contact. His blue eyes scanned yours and your soul ran wild. You towered over him and pressed your forehead on his. Suddenly, the sound of the cars outside stopped and it all went silent. In this moment, there was only you and him. And this moment would exist forever.

You had to make up for all the time you were apart. You kissed him passionately, closing your eyes. His hands flowed along your curves and rested on your hips, pressing you hard on his chest. The kiss tasted like his favourite kind of coffee. Every movement of yours was matched instantly by him. He didn’t need words to know. Neither did you. 

Five pulled away for a second, looking at you lovingly, desire clear in his eyes. He took your left hand in his and shifted you so that you were laid on your back. He sat on his elbows just above your head. Your hands hugged his shoulders, getting him to slowly bend down. You could feel your eyes fill with tears as you watched him watch you. A flash of worry appeared on his face, but just for a moment. 

Five wiped your cheeks with the back of his palm, and kissed your cheeks. You kissed his hand and he kissed yours back, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin. His kisses started to travel upwards, to your elbow, then shoulder, then neck, then down again. You closed your eyes as his kisses passed your collarbone. He tugged softly on your shirt. 

“May I?” he hummed with a boyish smirk you hadn’t seen in a long while. You nodded, brushing his hair back.

“Yes, please.” you flushed.

He started unbuttoning your shirt, enjoying every second of it. With every button, he would press one more kiss. With every breath, you would inhale his sweet scent, praying to never forget it.

The morning was cold. Diego and Lila were asleep in the bedroom, Elliot on an armchair. Oh, the poor man couldn't even sleep in his own bed. Five was on the couch, next you. You pushed the blanket closer to him and got up after pecking his forehead. 

“Goodmorning, y/n.” he whispered, not even bothering to open his eyes. 

“Morning, Five.” 

“Where are you going?” he whined.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll be right back”

You searched for your shirt and pants only to find them underneath your pillow. Getting dressed up in a hurry, you covered your shoulders with what seemed to be another blanket… or a really long scarf. Either way, it was warm enough. You reached for a cigarette in your pocket and made your way outside. 

You sat on the cold stairs that led up to the entrance of the building and watched the people pass the alley. 

“Look at them, rushing to get to their shitty jobs in time, to get their kids to school, rushing, rushing, rushing.” you scoffed under your breath.

“Good thing we don’t have to rush anywhere, right?” a voice startled you. You turned your head to the door to see Five already dressed nicely with a mug of, probably, coffee again. How convenient it could be for him sometimes to jump through space. Always a step ahead of you.

“That's not healthy.” he pointed at your cigarette. 

“That’s not either” you said gesturing to his drink and he chuckled, amused.

“Yeah, well, at least I won’t get sick” he sat down, resting his head on your shoulder. 

“We can’t have that happen. Even a cold can be deadly for an old man like you.” You bumped your cigarette on the side of his mug smiling. “Cheers” 

Making your way back to the car you saw everyone was outside. 

“Vanya why are you not in the car?” Five asked immediately.

“It just took too long and I was worried.”

“Is it so hard to just stick to the rules? Is it? All you had to do was sit there.” he sighed.

Everyone looked worried, so you smiled softly. “We got the key guys, it’s all good. Let’s go upstairs, I’m tired.”

“Thank, God.” Allison said so relaxed, unaware of the gun pointing at her from behind a tree nearby. She walked to the club’s doors. “Let’s go.”

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When Will I See You Again? [RBW]

Ron’s favorite summer is the summer he met you. 

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none–it’s absolute, pure, unadulterated fluff.

Word Count: ~5.3k

A/N: finally a fic that isnt harry hsfhasdfa i plan to make this multiple parts but let me know if u guys wud like that aaa i hope u enjoy! <3

“Fred, you are a right foul git!” cursed Ron as he chased after the twin. 

“Ron’s in love!” Fred bellowed as he held a crumpled photograph in his hand. Before Ron carelessly pounced on Fred, the twin passed the photograph to the other half of his whole, George. 

George uncrumpled the photograph to take a good look at it, “In love is Ron!” George recrumpled the photograph into a ball and threw it back at Fred, making Ron the monkey in the middle. 

Ron jumped and jumped, unable to catch the crumpled polaroid as his brothers threw it around. Fred made the mistake of passing it to Ginny, who was caught off-guard, allowing Ron to snatch it from her hands.

“Now, look at it! It’s unsalvageable!” Ron exclaimed at the polaroid. There was a fold right across the center, discoloring that part of the photograph. 

“Are you not a wizard, little brother?” Said Fred.

Ron was, of course, just not adept or knowledgeable enough to fix the muggle object. 

“Does it look like I’d know a spell to fix this? This is the only thing I have to remember her by!” Ron bellowed in anger. Fred and George merely snickered at him. 

“You make very funny faces.” George said to him, mimicking the last conversation Ron had with you. 

The teasing started the first day the Weasleys decided to take a muggle-led tour of the famed pyramids in Egypt at Arthur’s request (demand, actually). The family tried very hard to fit into the muggle-led tour group, which to their credit, they did quite well. Arthur kept his little quips at bay–with much help from Molly and Bill. Percy droned on about his guesses for Head Boy (guesses, meaning reasons as to why he was most deserving of the role) to anyone family member within earshot. Fred and George were accompanied by Charlie, who was better accustomed to muggles due to his time in Romania. Ginny quietly observed her family. While Ron, who was holding Scabbers in his right hand and a handful of wizard sweets in his left, did not notice his untied shoelaces because he tripped over them and took a muggle girl down in the process. It was a scene out of a muggle romantic comedy–13-year-old Ron swore he fell in love the moment he and your eyes met. Scabbers scattered out of his hand at the moment of impact and as he stood up, he offered her his sticky and crumby left hand. You didn’t seem to mind, as you dusted yourself, and thanked Ron for his help. Of course, Fred and George were the primary witnesses of Ron’s unfortunate incident, as they had temporarily escaped Charlie’s watchful eye.

The second day of the muggle-led tour of the pyramids, he saw you again. He tried to steer clear of Fred and George, but he could only do much in the small space in the pyramids. Luckily, Fred and George were on a mission to seal Percy in a mummy tomb and Charlie merely watched, as he was quite amused at the whole scene. As Fred and George shoved Percy into an unknown Pharaoh’s room. Ron took this chance to talk to you as he spotted you at the front of the tour group. He looked left and right, making sure his family did not notice him and he walked to you.

“Hullo,” Ron started. You didn’t notice him, as you were transfixed on the Egyptian tombs.

Ron cleared his throat in an attempt to catch her attention and he repeated, “Hullo.” 

You finally turned to him, “‘Hello,”

Oh merlin, she’s French, Ron thought, as the sound of your accent sounded like harps and the gates of heaven themselves opening. He kept himself grounded as he reminded himself that you were essentially a muggle-girl who could not understand wizard things and should he slip, it’ll be only his mother’s voice he’d have to hear. 

“Er–hullo, I want to apologize, for tripping you yesterday in King Tut’s tomb yesterday.” 

“Oh! There is no–what is the word–problem, thank you again–er–for, for, helping me up.” You said, fishing for the translations of the French words you knew. 

By Merlin’s left tit, Ron swore up and down he was already in love with her. Her hair was shiny and soft, her eyes glittering, and lips so full. It was hard to concentrate, it was almost as though he were in a trance. 

“Is it your first time in Egypt?” Ron continued. Fred and George emerged from the tomb of the unknown pharaoh, unsuccessful in their plight to banish Percy. They did not meddle with Ron’s feeble attempt at female interaction, but instead sniggered at the sight of it. 

Ron himself was quite taken aback with his behavior, as he was talking to a girl–a member of the opposite sex, someone who was not his mother or his sister or Hermione. You were a pretty girl too, and this all the more heightened his nerves. Ron was exercising so much control over his words so as not to spill the secrets of the wizarding world to a 13-year-old girl that his head was spinning. The polite conversation was riddled with small talk, the normal exchanging of basic information such as names, ages, and where  you were from. 

Arthur spotted Ron, eyes wide. His son, his very immature & unaccustomed-to-muggles son (relative to himself, of course), was conversing with a muggle, all while his damned broken wand was poking out of his pocket. Arthur rushed to Ron’s side, and Ron hadn’t seemed to notice–too busy ogling you. Arthur put an arm around Ron, effectively startling him. 

“Good day! Might I borrow my son for a minute?” He says to you. You nod and watch Ron as he gets whisked away by his father. 

Arthur didn’t know whether to scold him or egg him on–it was a muggle he was talking to! Everything he’d want to know about muggles from the perspective of a 13-year-old girl right there. Then Arthur imagined the scolding he’d get from Molly if he chose the former. So, he lectured Ron on the dangers of revealing the secrets of the wizarding world to a muggle, citing an incident he’d had recently at work when a Muggle walked in on he and his fellow co-workers during a raid. 

“The obliviate charm, though quite useful, was a nasty thing to inflict onto somebody and I wouldn’t want  to do that to her.” Arthur told Ron. Ron didn’t care to listen to his father and began to imagine your face on his father’s to make the lecture more bearable. Arthur kept Ron glued to his hip the rest of the tour for the day until they made it back to Bill’s flat.

The third day was the most eventful yet, as the tour group finally had their last group lunch at an authentic Egyptian muggle restaurant. Ron took this as his last opportunity to interact with his muggle-tour-group crush and indiscreetly took a seat next to you. Unfortunately for Ron, Fred and George decided upon the seats across him and you. Ron tried so hard to talk to you, he really did, but he was worse off than yesterday. He was skidding over his words like a car whose tires popped and the steel was grinding itself across the road. Fred and George didn’t even hide the fact they were making fun of him, making kissy noises and drawing hearts in the air with their fingers. It was a miracle you ignored them, and even more of a miracle you paid attention to Ron. Your mother saw the sight and took out her polaroid camera. 

“[Y/N], [Y/N]! Look at me, my love!” Your mom said as she clicked the camera, film printing from the slot. She shook it to make it develop faster. The picture was ghastly–your eyes were half-closed with a forkful of spaghetti in your mouth and Ron’s face was contorted into a cross between a sneeze and anger. 

“How about another one, for good measure? Yes?” Your mother proposed. You shyly inched closer to Ron, and you swear you hear him gulp. You smile and Ron partly does the same (he was never really quite good at modulating his expressions, so now instead of a cross between a sneeze and anger, it was now fear pretending to be happy). 

Your mother hands you both pictures after they’ve fully developed, and you give Ron the second one. 

“I like how silly we look here,” You reasoned to him, beaming. Ron was going to explode. 

“Oh yes, me too.” He replied, shaking his polaroid of the two of you to get it to move, forgetting for a moment it came from a muggle camera. You chuckle at him. 

“You make very funny faces, it’s, uh, very amusing.” You mused. Ron turned red to his ears. 

“You should’ve seen the faces I made when I threw up slugs!” Ron laughed, then his face straightened to a stony expression. 

“Slugs?” You asked. At this point Ron was panicking and he sent a side-eye to Fred & George, who were laughing even harder than before. 

“Candied slugs,” Ron managed to say quickly

“Candied slugs?” You repeated, “That sounds so, er, awful! Disgusting, yes? Why would you eat such an ‘orrible thing?” 

Ron was pink to the ears.

“Well, er, candied slugs….are a delicacy?” Ron could not help but sound confused with the lie he was making up. You furrowed your brows. 

“In England?” You ask. 

“Only up north?” He asks with a very highlighted question mark. 

“Up north?” You couldn’t wrap your head around it, who the hell ate candied slugs in England? 

“It’s quite rare, might I add. Only a few mugg–” Ron stopped himself again, “people, I mean make them.” 

“Really, uh, candied slugs?” 

“Yes. Blimey, the feeling you when they go back up your throat!” Ron laughed, trying to keep his cool. “Well, what do you have in France? I reckon it's much better than slugs.” 

You tell him about the wonders of French culture, especially about food. Ron tries very hard to ask the questions, and you answer them. Lunch ends, signalling the end of the tour. All the members of the tour group finish their food, pay their share of the bills–Arthur took his time with muggle Egyptian money as he’d never see any other muggle currency aside from the British pound. When all was said and done, everyone stood up and went their separate ways. You stood, and so did Ron. 

Turning to him, you say,“It was, uh, nice to have someone my age ‘ere.” You were compelled to hug him, and you do. Ron was flushed, flustered, redder than his family’s signature red hair. His face looked like hues of red at a paint shop. Ron didn’t hug back due to shock, but you paid it no mind. You left as your mother called you to her, you skipped towards her happy to have made a friend in your time in Egypt. Ron stood there, almost in a petrificus-totalus-like state, staring at you as you walked away from him. Fred and George laughed at Ron incessantly. They made fun of him the whole walk back to Bill’s flat. Ron knew that he’d never see you again, but he resigned to replaying the last conversation you and he had. 

Ron’s remaining time in Egypt saw him thinking about you endlessly, it was the most teenageric thing he’d done thus far. The rest of the weeks were spent doing usual Weasley family activities, far away from muggles now, much to Arthur’s dismay. Bill gave them tours of the tombs he’d broken curses at and the satellite Gringotts office. The vacation ended and the Weasleys were well on their way back home with Ron still thinking about you all the way to Burrow. 

At the Leaky Cauldron, he told Hermione and Harry what he could about you. Harry was quite supportive of the whole escapade, while Hermione rolled her eyes and told him off as you were probably just being nice. The initial crush faded as the year progressed, but Ron still thought about you from time to time, wondering if you were enjoying home and if he’d ever run into you should he find himself in muggle France. He’d find you being the topic of conversation when he was alone with Harry–to avoid an earful from Hermione–on days where there would be nothing to talk about. He’d run through hypothetical situations and ask Harry how he should act around a muggle to not scare them off. 

His last conversation with you would occasionally creep up in his mind before he’d go to bed at Gryffindor tower, smiling at the thought of it. 

“Some girls really are something else,” Ron would think before drifting off to sleep, the crumpled polaroid hidden in his sock drawer. 

___ 

Year 3 at Hogwarts came and passed, Ron made it through in one piece, now without a pesky Scabbers by his side as it was revealed to have been Peter Pettigrew. He now had longer hair, more defined features, and grew a few inches taller. Summer was eventful to say the least with his family and his two best friends going to the Quidditch world cup and it being attacked by Death Eaters. He still thought about you from time to time in passing but not as obsessively as in the 3rd year. Yours and his interaction became an anecdote–the time Ron finally talked to a girl who wasn’t family or Hermione and almost slipped the secrets of the wizarding world to. Fred and George would not let him forget. 

“...This year, Hogwarts will play host to a legendary event: the Triwizard Tournament. During which time a single student gets to represent his or her school in a series of magical contests. Eternal glory awaits the student who wins the tournament.” Bellowed Dumbledore from his stand at the front of the hall. Ron was too busy working at his chicken pot pie, but picked up keywords from Dumbledore’s speech in between bites–Triwizard tournament, eternal glory. Dumbledore’s speech was interrupted by a frantic Filch running through the aisle of the Great Hall, clutching Mrs. Norris in his hands. He whispered a few words to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore continued. Ron had moved on from his chicken pot pie to the mashed potatoes drowning in the signature Hogwarts gravy. 

“...For now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and their headmistress Madame Maxime!” At once, the doors of the Great Hall burst open, giving sight to the students of Beauxbatons. 

Ron’s head was still down as he was basically breathing in the mashed potatoes, even though he knew that there would be plenty of mashed potatoes to go around. Seamus, sat to his left, accidentally nudged him thinking he was Dean, causing Ron to look up. Ron’s eyes immediately darted to the Beauxbatons girls who made quite an entrance with butterflies erupting from their sides. Ron was ogling them, now ignoring the mashed potatoes in front of him, his chin resting on his hand. He stared at them all, darting from girl to girl, focusing on them a few seconds each. His eyes moved down the line of girls, until he reached the last student–you. 

Ron froze, not out of fear, but out of utter shock. It was you, in the flesh–the muggle girl he had tripped in King Tut’s tomb a year prior to now. Of course now, he realized you were not a muggle, but a wizard like him. You were still gracefully dancing around as rehearsed, your arms extending and flexing forward like a ballerina. Ron was still staring at you. 

Hermione snapped her fingers at his face, “Excuse me! Women aren’t objects!”

“It’s her.” Ron simply stated. Hermione looked at Harry from across the table in confusion. 

“Who?” Harry asked. 

“D’you remember the muggle girl I kept talking about last year? She isn’t a muggle, she’s literally right there, in the flesh, prancing around, butterflies shooting out of her sides! Blimey, she’s a witch!” Ron exclaimed.

His two friends turned their heads to the front of the Great Hall, where you were bowing down. You and your fellow classmates separated among the four tables in the Great Hall, with you to the Gryffindor table. Ron was watching you the whole time until you sat at the table, only a few students away from him. 

Harry was in disbelief, unwilling to believe Ron, “Merlin, Ron, are you sure?”

Fred and George noticed Ron’s awestruck face and shifted around a few fellow Gryffindors to get to their little brother. 

“Georgie, it seems as though Ron has his eye on a certain French lady,” Fred starts. The twins follow Ron’s line of sight, landing on you.

“Blimey, Freddie, she looks familiar does she not?” George notices. 

Fred squints, “Good god, isn’t that girl you couldn’t,” 

George continues, “Wouldn’t” 

Fred says, “Stop talking about?”

George connects, “Every hour,”

“Of every day, last summer to now?” finishes Fred, finally. Fred and George turn to each other in amazement, wondering how they’ll be spending the next year torturing Ron. 

“Why don’t you go up to her and offer her some candied slugs then, little brother? It’s a delicacy in Northern England! Up north, yes!” George says mimicking 13-year-old Ron’s voice.

“Shove off, George,” Ron mutters as he brings his attention back down to his mashed potatoes, trying to calm himself down. He was picking at the plate with his spoon, tossing around the meal carelessly. 

You were enjoying a classic Hogwarts meal of baked chicken and potatoes, while a first-year sat beside you making chit-chat. The student knew just as much as you did about Hogwarts, but you hung onto every word. A girl in front of you at you and back down at her plate. You caught her eye and you both smiled. 

“‘Ello,” You say to her. She seemed to have gone as red as her hair. 

“Hello,” She replied to you shyly. 

“My name is [Y/N],” You say smiling at her. 

The girl paused and smiled back, “I’m Ginny.”

A pause ensues. 

“Sorry for, er, staring, you just seem so familiar,” Ginny says to you. 

“Oh? Sorry, I do not remember you,” You say remorsefully. “It is my first time here at Hogwarts, I’ve never met anyone from here.” “It’s in the face is all,” Ginny smiles at you, before returning to her food. The Durmsrang fellows finished their introduction into the Great Hall, breathing fire and finding their places at different Hogwarts tables. A bulky Durmstrang boy finds a spot next to you, and you both exchange niceties and finish your meals. 

Ron finally clears his plate of the mashed potatoes. Fred and George were recounting the events in Egypt to Lee, who was now laughing at Ron as well. Hermione finished her meal and got up, beckoning Ron to go with them, as they had classes the next day. Harry, however, was looking at Ron and back at you, shooting a look at him–like he was egging him on. Ron instead decides to get up to go back to the common rooms, and Harry, a little disappointed, follows. 

The hall of students seem to finish their meals the same time as you, as one by one they leave their seats. Your fellow Beauxbaton classmates leave their seats as well, as Madame Maxime gave full permission to explore the grounds and fraternize with other Hogwarts students, so as long as they return to her by a certain period. Ginny gets up in front of you to join her other friends, and you contemplate on your next move. You get up from your table and saunter towards her. 

“Uh, Ginny, yes?” You ask her, as she spins around to meet you. 

“Yes, [Y/N]?” she responds neutrally. 

“I would just like to say–ask, I think is a better word–if we could be friends? I know not much about Hogwarts or anything, really,” You question, “You seem very nice,”

Ginny is taken aback, but gladly obliges. She introduces you to her group of friends, and you try to keep their names in mind. 

“Bloody hell,” Ron exclaims.

“What now, Ronald?” Hermione complains. 

“I forgot my bloody wand in the Hall, d’you mind?” He asks her. Without waiting for a response, he runs back to the hall and spots you, Ginny, and her friends stopped to the side while groups of students pour out the hall. He freezes in place foo two reasons: (1) He is absolutely mesmerized by your face, (2) you’re talking to his little sister. He takes a few steps to where he was sat a few minutes ago and grabs his wand. He could do two things right about now–leave or make up some pathetic excuse to talk to Ginny, and by extension talk to you. 

He chose the latter. 

He was rehearsing all kinds of stupid excuses to talk to Ginny and veer the conversation to you.

“Ginny! Mom sent you a howler, telling you off for being annoying, I mean I could tell you that myself.” 

“Ginny! Hermione says your hair looked greasy today, you should probably start a fight.” 

“Ginny! Remember when you poured your heart to a diary and almost got the life sucked out of by You-Know-Who in the flesh?” 

He was distracted and by the time he reaches you and Ginny and her friends, he’s stone-faced. His blood goes cold and a sweat starts to trickle on the nape of his neck.

“Hello, hello, uh,” He stammers. Ginny looks at him, in turn making you look at him. He sees you now, up close. You’ve grown a lot since that summer in Egypt. Your lips fuller, your hair longer, and you’ve grown into your features. You were sporting a paler look than you had last seen him, but he still thought you were glowing. 

“Slugs–” He starts out. Ron didn’t know why he began with slugs. Ginny gives him a bizarre look and your eyes widen. It’s as though your brain was flipping through pages of memories and it finally landed on the page it was looking for–Egypt, 1993.

“It’s you!” You exclaimed. Ginny was now giving you a bizarre look. “You were the boy who ate slugs, correct?” Ron was so nervous, and he felt all his blood pooling in his face. 

“What did you say then, er,– candied, yes?” Ron was silent through this, he was unaware of what to say. 

Ginny’s eyes light up, as she finally put two and two together, “You’re the french muggle girl Ron went on about!”

“He went on about me?” You questioned. Ginny’s friend’s had sensed this was a conversation amongst the three of you, and left, telling her they’d meet her in the common room and left. 

Ginny’s arms were now crossed against her chest, looking between you and Ron. You took off the signature Beauxbaton hat and fixed your hair, now conscious of the way you looked. Ron was too nervous to fix himself. Half his button-up was untucked and peeking from underneath his sweater, his collar was lopsided and his tie was arbitrarily knotted into a poor excuse of a windsor. He was transfixed on you, studying your features as though he were making sure that it was really you he tripped at King Tut’s tomb a year ago. 

Ginny turned to her brother, and their eyes met, gesturing him to talk. Ron opened his mouth but his vocal chords refused him any vibration. You stared at him, as the gears grinded in his head. 

“Er, I wouldn’t say went on about you,” Ron explained

“Wouldn’t say? Don’t lie, Ron.” Ginny said. Ron looked at her annoyedly, and Ginny smiled in return. 

You smile, “Is it true you eat candied slugs here?”

Ginny chortles, “Candied slugs?”

“Is it not, uh, a delicacy? He told me that last year,” You ask, pointing to Ron

“Blimey…” Ron mutters. Ginny laughs. He reasons, “I thought you were a muggle.” You shoot him a puzzled look, “Muggle?”

“Normal, non-magic,” Ginny cuts in. Ron shoots her another look. 

“Oh? Did, uh, I look not magical?” You ask jokingly. 

“You were more than magical,” Ron says in a dream-like tone. 

You fluster at his words and Ginny’s face turns into a disgusted look. 

“I’ll leave you to it then,” Ginny says, turning her heel to exit the hall. Ron pleads at Ginny through his eyes, but she takes no notice and leaves him with you. 

A pause takes you both. You recollect yourself, planning out what you want to say to Ron.

“I still have our, uh, polaroid.” You say warmly at Ron. He feels lighter, more comfortable knowing you kept the little piece of memorabilia from Egypt. 

“So do I!” He exclaims, too enthusiastically. He sinks back down into composure, silently scolding himself for the unwanted burst of energy. “I thought you weren’t a witch, honestly.”

You smile, “I could see your wand.”

Ron blushes fiercely, shades of red slowly taking place on his face, soon it becomes so strong, it’s enough to rival his hair, “I-I’m sorry?”

“Your, uh, wand. It was held together, by, uh, tape.” You declare. 

Ron sighed in relief, “You did?” 

“Yes, it was in your back pocket the whole time, no?” 

“Call me daft, I really thought no one would notice.” 

“It’s why I thought you knew I was a witch,” You say. “I didn’t care to point it, er, out.” 

Ron laughed humorlessly. 

“Would you, er, care to show me around the castle?” You ask him. Ron inhaled deeply and his mouth crunched into himself, a habit that showed when he was nervous. 

He carefully pushed a bang out of his face, before responding, “Uhm, okay.” 

Ron feigns gentlemanliness, gesturing you to the exit of the hall. His feet don’t move in tune with each other, causing him to lose balance. He utters choice words, but you don’t seem to notice. You walk towards the exit and Ron is right behind you, eyeing you up and down, while whispering a strained bloody hell. 

As Harry and Hermione waited for Ron at the hall doors, they were surprised to see you come out first with him on your tail. Hermione’s jaw dropped and Harry’s face lit up in approval. 

“‘Ello!” You greeted them, “My name is [Y/N]!” 

Harry’s eyes were wide, blinking away; Hermione scoffed in Ron’s direction. Ron merely shrugged, one of his bangs falling over his right eye. You looked back at Ron and at them, smiling. You were absolutely oblivious to the unspoken conversation the three were having amongst themselves. Ron’s head tilts in your direction, begging with Harry to say something. 

“I’m Harry, Ron has told us so much about you, this here is Hermione,” Harry says, gesturing to her. Ron panics silently and makes a pained noise, causing you to look back at him. Harry is losing it and trying very hard to stay composed. Hermione is still silent, looking at you and looking back at Ron.

“Has he?” You ask Hermione and Harry. 

“Oh, loads.” Says Harry simply. Ron wants to die. 

“Er, why don’t we walk her around for a bit, yeah?” Ron takes you by the wrist, shuffling between Harry and Hermione. Hermione looks to Harry in disapproval, arms crossed. Harry shrugs and follows Ron. 

Hermione catches up to Harry and whispers angrily, “What? Like she’s a dog?”

Hermione decides to leave the group, taking a right to the moving staircases, and she drags Harry along with her, much to his dismay. Ron was alone with you now. 

The walk around the castle was quiet but you didn’t seem to mind. Ron was looking at you the whole time, looking away when you looked at him. Ron was taken back with how you were willingly donating your time to him, when you could have joined the Durmstrang boy who sat next to you during the feast. He could swear you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Though he was supposed to be leading you around Hogwarts, he was letting you lead and following you like a puppy. 

You two finally stop at the courtyard, taking a seat on the grass. Ron stays standing, hands in pockets, pushing his cloak back. He’s looking around, avoiding your gaze. You catch his eye and pat the grass next to you. He cautiously sits down and assumes a long-sit. It is silent for a while, as you are basking in the moonlight. Ron is holding his breath, trying to emulate your relaxed demeanor but failing miserably. 

“I think it’s important to tell you,” You start, breaking the silence, “I’m part veela.” 

Ron is bewildered, “Veela?” 

“I think it is why you are so nervous around me,” 

“Nervous? Who said I was nervous?” He chuckles humorlessly and boomerangs back to a neutral expression. You laugh in response. 

“It’s not really an, uh, intended effect. It comes with it, like how you are a wizard who does magic. Veelas attract other people very much so.” 

“Oh,” Ron musters as a response. He stays silent, and so do you. It gets dark quickly, and you shoot up immediately. 

“I didn’t realize how late it has gotten!” You exclaim to Ron, who stands quickly. You dust off your uniform, while Ron watches you. You’re quite the sight under the stars and Ron is absolutely lovestruck. “Madame Maxime will, as the English say, have my head.” 

Ron smiles at you, unable to muster an answer as your smile is distracting and mesmerizing and simply put, beautiful. You grab his hand and pull him closer, landing a chaste kiss on his cheek. 

“Thank you for bringing me around,” You whisper in a hug. As you pull away, you continue, “I hope to see you around again Don’t, uh, worry. I think I can find my way back.”

Ron is staring at you, rubbing his palm over his cheek. You giggle and walk back the same route you came. Ron is behind you again, looking you up and down again, while whispering a signature bloody hell again. He sees you walk down the hall until he can no longer see your figure and he makes his way back to the common room. 

Harry is waiting on the sofa, as Hermione tucked herself in an hour before. 

“I’m in love!” exclaims Ron to Harry. “I think I love her. I love her.” 

Harry laughs in response.

“I’m not joking, mate!” Ron says to him in a serious tone. “I have to see her again.”

“Alright, you aren’t joking!” Harry replies back strongly. 

“Harry, I mean it I have to see her again!” Ron says again, with such a remarkable tone of desperation in his voice. His face is so close to Harry’s, Harry wrings his head backward for protection.

“They’ll be here the whole year, Ron. You don’t have to worry.” 

Ron is satisfied with Harry’s answer, and wordlessly climbs up the stairs to his bed. He makes a beeline for his sock drawer, thrashing it open, throwing sock after sock out of it until he finds the polaroid of you two together. He lays it on his bed, photo in hand, resting it on his chest. He repeats your name with a smile on his face. He doesn’t bother to change out of his school clothes, and falls asleep hoping to see you the next day and the day after that and the day after that. 

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My Girl

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“All done, baby?” Nikki asked you.

“Yes, it was delicious.” You complimented with your perfect manners. “Thank you for cooking.”

“I’ll get your plate!” Paddy announced, hopping off his chair to collect your plate and put it in the sink.

“What a little gentleman.” You commented. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

“So, Y/n, how long will you be in Kingston?” Dom asked politely.

“Well I’m off for the week, so I was planning on spending every minute I could with Tom before our schedules got hectic again.” You answered.

“Really? Why don’t the two of you stay here instead of commuting back and forth? You can spend the holiday with us.” Nikki offered.

“I mean, I wouldn’t want to impose.” You said.

“Nonsense.” Dom smiled. “You’re a part of the family now.”

“They’re not married, daddy.” Paddy said pointedly as he reclaimed his seat next to you.

“I feel like we are.” You gushed and squeezed Toms hand. Tom, who had been busy running through every possible worst case scenario of you staying in his childhood home with his brothers for a week, snapped back to attention.

“I feel like we are, too.” Tom smiled and leaned in for a kiss. Nikki sighed happily while Paddy gagged.

“If it’s not too much trouble, I’d love to stay here.” You said graciously. “I think that’d be great.”

“Then it’s settled.” Nikki grinned. Tom gave you a fake smile before wondering what he got himself into. “Let me go get the cake.”

And so, you moved into the Holland household for the week. To Tom, it seemed like Paddy was making it his mission in life to annoy him. Every second of every day was “Y/n, look at this!” or “Y/n, come see this.” Everyone else in the house found Paddy’s obvious crush to be adorable, and Tom did too at first. But adorable turned to annoying very fast. It was like Paddy was Tinkerbell, and would die if he didn’t constantly have your attention.

It started off with small things.

“Oops.” You mumbled as you knocked your fork off the counter.

“I got it!” Paddy rushed into the room and picked up your fork. You and Tom were eating breakfast alone and hadn’t even known Paddy was around. Paddy ran to the sink and held your fork under the faucet before returning it to you.

“Here you are.” Paddy said with a smile. You took the fork and gave him a sweet smile.

“Thanks, sweetie.” You cooed, making Paddy blush and give you a gentle nod.

“What are you doing up this early?” Tom questioned his brothers suspicious behavior. “I thought you didn’t wake up until four pm.”

“I do not.” Paddy shot back. “I’m always up early to help mum with the wash.”

“That’s just not true.” Tom said.

“That’s so sweet of you!” You gushed over the little boy. “You’re such a good son.”

“I try.” Paddy said suavely. “Tom still drops his wash off for mum to do.”

“That is…partially true.” Tom admitted. He did on occasion drop his laundry off for his mother to do. He gave Paddy a tight lipped smile. “Paddy, don’t you have homework to do?”

“No.” Paddy looked his bigger dead in the eye.

“Oh really? If I asked mum, would she say the same thing?” Tom asked.

“Fine.” Paddy grumbled, then shot you a smile. “Bye, Y/n.”

“Bye Y/n.” Tom mimicked once he’d left.

“Stop.” You playfully shoved Tom and popped a blueberry in your mouth. “He’s so cute.”

“He’s a little show off is what he is.” Tom huffed.

“Oh hush.” You elbowed Tom gently. “He just wants to make a good impression.”

“By trying to make me look bad.” Tom pointed out.

“Leave him be.” You ordered. “He just wants his big brothers girlfriend to like him. It’s normal.”

“It’s not normal. I know my brother, Y/n. If you keep being nice to him, he’s gonna fall in love with you.” Tom warned.

“Oh please.” You said. “He’s not gonna fall in love with me.”

“Alright. See for yourself.” Tom shrugged.

And in the end, you did see for yourself.

“Can someone get the toaster down for me?” You called to anyone who was listening. Your fingertips were just centimeters from it, but you couldn’t reach.

“I can do it!” Paddy hopped off his stool and dragged it over to where you were.

“Paddy, you’re like 3 feet tall.” Sam said, also getting up and going over to where you were.

“I have a stool.” Paddy deadpanned, gesturing to his stool.

“And I have 5 feet and 8 inches of pure british glory.” Sam remarked as he easily got the toaster down for you. “Here you go, love.” Sam smiled kindly, and shot a devious look at Paddy. Paddy was fuming. He practically had steam coming out of his ears.

“Thanks Sam.” You said gratefully and took out the English muffins.

“No problem, Y/n. Anytime.” He gave you a wink, and then stuck his tongue out at Paddy when you weren’t looking.

The rest of your time in the house followed in a similar fashion.

“Good morning everyone!” You chirped as you entered the kitchen. You took your new designated seat next to Tom and smiled at everyone at the table.

“You look really pretty today, Y/n.” Paddy spoke up, making Sam and Harry snicker and Tom roll his eyes.

“Thanks, Paddy.” You smiled and put your hand over your heart.

“Paddy”, Sam cleared his throat, “would you like some whip cream on that?”

“I’m eating eggs.” Paddy said dully.

“Don’t be silly, Sam,” Harry continued the act, “Paddy doesn’t need whip cream. He’s already whipped himself.”

“Very funny.” Paddy rolled his eyes as Sam and Harry made whipping motions. You just smiled and looked to Tom.

“Are you ready to leave after breakfast, love?” Tom asked, desperate to change to subject.

“Yep.” You nodded and pressed your lips to his, which he happily accepted. Paddy sucked his teeth and looked up at the ceiling.

“Where is the happy couple going today?” Harry said deviously.

“To the mall.” Tom answered and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“The mall? Can I come with you guys?” Paddy perked up.

“Nope.” Tom said, popping the p.

“Tom.” You scolded. You turned to Paddy and gave him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. We need some alone time as a couple.”

“Oh okay. I understand.” Paddy nodded and sighed dramatically. “I wouldn’t want me around either.”

Tom saw right through his act and stared at him with squinted eyes. You, on the other hand, felt guilt pang your heart. You looked at Tom, silently asking him to allow Paddy to tag along. Tom shook his head violently, and you pulled on arm. He didn’t give in, and just kept shaking his head.

“You know what?” You said through a forced smile and eyes that told Tom to behave. “Sure. You can come.”

“I can?” Paddy said happily.

“He can?” Tom asked you with a raised eyebrow.

“Why not? We can go out to dinner later, just to two of us.” You suggested. Tom reluctantly nodded his head and gave Paddy a fake smile.

“Sure. He can come.” Tom said, shooting Paddy the death stare for crashing his date.

After breakfast, you all walked to the car, Paddy running ahead.

“I’ll get that for you.” Paddy opened the passenger door for you gave you cheeky smile.

“Thanks Paddy.” You replied and climbed inside.

It was like that the entire day. You didn’t touch a single door handle all day.

“After you.” Paddy opened the door to yet another store and gestured for you to walk inside.

“Why thank you.” You smiled gratefully and ruffled his hair as you passed through the door. Tom was about to go through the door as well, but Paddy was hot on your trails and shut the door in Toms face. Tom felt jealously bubble in his tummy, no matter how dumb the situation was. He should be the one opening your doors. And he would be, if Paddy didn’t put his little raccoon hands (I’m so sorry) on your door handles before Tom ever got a chance.

You spent most of the time talking to Paddy and getting to know him. You didn’t ignore Tom on purpose, but Paddy made it impossible to have a moment alone. Normally, Tom would be thrilled by the girl he loved getting along so well with his family. But Paddy was driving him crazy. He was always around you like a pesky bug. Tom knew you were too kind to tell Paddy to go away, and he could only hope his little brother wasn’t bothering you.

“I can carry your bags.” Paddy announced as you made your way out of the final store.

“Oh you don’t have-“ you began. Paddy didn’t listen, and took all your shopping bags into his hands. They were a little too heavy for him, making Tom laugh, but Paddy refused to let it show. He carried them all the way to the car, even managing to open your door with his arms full. Tom drove you all home in silence, feeling the jealousy bubbling inside him again. It was unreasonable to be jealous of his kid brothers relationship with his girlfriend. It’s not like anything could possibly happen between you two. If it were Harry or Sam, his feelings would be justified. But Paddy was just a kid. Tom kept telling himself this as Paddy told you yet another story to impress you.

“Thanks for all your help today, sweetheart.” You smiled as you all entered the house, after Paddy the door open for you yet again. Paddy gave you a proud smile and nodded. Toms eyes shifted between the two of you, dying to roll his eyes. To Toms surprise, you bent down and kissed Paddy on his cheek. Paddy’s face burned under your lips, and you heard a gasp escape him. He touched his fingertips to where your lips had been and a grin lit up his freckled face.

Tom bit the inside of his cheek, not wanting to explode on you in front of his brothers.

He could wait. He could wait.

“What’s wrong?” Harry snorted, walking into the living room just in time to see what was going on. “Haven’t you been kissed by a girl before?”

“No.” Paddy said quickly. He hadn’t.

“You’re 15 and never kissed a girl?” Harry continued to taunt his younger brother. “I kissed a hundred girls by that age.” He also hadn’t.

“Leave him alone.” You commanded playfully. “It’s okay, Paddy. I didn’t have my first kiss until I was 17.”

“Thanks, Y/n.” Paddy said, before running away in embarrassment. Harry also left, leaving you alone with Tom.

“What just happened?” Tom asked, unable to hide his feelings.

“Relax.” You’d aid sweetly. “That was my way of telling him that I appreciate his sweet gestures, but he’s just a little brother to me. He gets it.”

“No.” Tom laughed bitterly. “He won’t get it. If anything, you just solidified his fantasy that you two are gonna end up together.”

“He doesn’t actually think that.” You dismissed, still in denial. “He knows I’m too old for him. And besides, he’d never try to take his brothers girlfriend.”

“Wanna bet?” Tom asked.

“Just wait, Tommy.” You said assuredly. “By tomorrow, he’ll be over his crush.

He wasn’t.

The next day, you were lying on the couch, being the big spoon to Tom as an episode of New Girl played. The episode had just ended, and the credits were rolling across the screen.

“Y/n, do you want to play the PS4 with me?” Paddy asked as he entered the room. He had two controllers in his hands and a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” You said, struggling to sit up since Tom was lying on top of your arm.

“But,” Tom protested with a pout, “cuddles?”

“We can cuddle later, lover.” You promised with a kiss to his cheek.

“You’re seriously leaving me to go play a video game with Paddy?” Tom asked, a little sharply.

“I want your family to like me.” You said so only Tom would hear. Tom nodded in reluctant agreement and let you get up. He sighed as he watched you follow Paddy into the other room. Paddy was making it impossible to spend any time with you. The week was falling away and Tom felt like he never saw you, and the times he did see you, Paddy was right at your heels like a puppy. He decided this was the last time his brother got in the way of his time with you.

“Why don’t we spend the day together? Just the two of us?” Tom said the next day as he wrapped his arms around your waist while you were stood in front of the kitchen counter.

“Shoot, sorry baby. I promised Paddy I’d watch him do tricks at the skatepark.” You said with an apologetic pout. Tom felt his blood boil at yet another blow off.

“Why did you promise him that? He’s not even good.” He huffed, making your eyes widen as you giggled.

“He just wants to impress me.” You turned around in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck. “It’s cute. Let him be happy.”

“Y/n, you don’t get it.” Tom sighed. “He’s genuinely in love with you. And pretty soon, he’s gonna think he actually has a chance.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. He’s 15. I’m 23. He knows he’s just a little brother to me.” You reiterated, making Tom rolled his eyes at your innocence.

“I’m telling you, Y/n. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” Tom said.

“I think I’ll be okay.” You said with a kiss to Toms lips. He sighed. He didn’t want to spend the few moments he had with you fighting about Paddy.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly. “I just miss you. I never get to see you without him being right there.”

“Tell you what.” Your eyes glistened in the way Tom loved. “I’ll say I’m gonna hang with Daya tomorrow, so I can’t hang out with him. You can meet me at the mall and we can spend the day together. Paddy won’t try to tag along if he thinks I’m gonna be with my friend.”

“When did you get so devious?” Tom asked with a satisfied smirk.

“Ew.” Paddy interrupted your moment with a gag. “I’m pretty sure we have a “no snogging in the kitchen” rule.” He said while glaring at Tom.

The next day, Tom kept a neutral face as he waited for your text telling him to meet you at that mall.

“Hey, wheres your girlfriend?” Harry asked casually as he bit into an apple.

“She’s at-“ Tom began.

“Not you.” Harry waved his hand dismissively. “I was talking to Paddy.”

“She’s at the mall with Zendaya, probably getting another one of those pretty sweaters she wears.” Paddy rattled off.

“And how do you know all that?” Tom asked, a little creeped out at the detail.

“She told me about the mall and Zendaya. The sweater part is just a theory.” Paddy replied.

“Paddy, you don’t actually think you have a chance with this girl, do you?” Harry asked. Tom was relived someone was finally asking.

“I don’t know.” Paddy said, looking at the floor.

“You don’t know?” Tom repeated, shocked that the answered wasn’t a straight “no.” like it should’ve been.

“Yeah. I don’t know.” Paddy said again.

“Well you should.” Tom said assertively, finally losing his cool. “Paddy, she’s my girlfriend. And one day, she’ll be my wife. This isn’t like when we were kids anymore. This is real life and she’s my real girlfriend. You said you would respect that.”

“But she might fancy me back.” Paddy protested with a red face. “She kissed my cheek the other day. And she said I was really good at skateboarding.”

“Oh, so she’s a liar?” Harry cut in.

“No. She’s not a liar.” Paddy defended you, getting genuinely angry now. “She’s perfect.”

“She is.” Tom sighed, seeing that his brother was getting upset and shifting into big brother mode. “She is perfect. But she’s also 8 years older than you and thinks of you as a little brother.”

“Did she say that?” Paddy asked quietly. Tom knelt don’t next to him. He knew Paddy’s feelings of rejection were more important than his own feelings of jealousy. It wasn’t time to fight. It was time to be a good big brother.

“Many times. She loves you, Paddy.” Tom assured him. “But as a brother. Not the way she loves me, and not the way you love her.”

“Oh.” Paddy said softly, looking at his shoes.

“Do you want to come to the mall with me? She’s gonna be there.” Tom offered an olive branch to his brother.

“I thought she was gonna be with Zendaya.” Paddy wondered.

“Zendaya couldn’t make it.” Tom lied. “Why don’t you tag along? She said she misses you.”

“Did she really?” Paddy’s eyes lit up.

“No.” Tom thought.

“Yep.” Tom said. “Go get dressed. I’ll be in the car.”

Paddy ran out of the kitchen and into his room. Tom smiled to himself, pleased with his decision to take the high road. He shot you a quick text to let you know what was going on, and to his satisfaction, you were pleased too.

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Getting a Roommate (5)

Really! I can’t believe I finished this chapter. OH MY GOD! It took me so long to review it. I’m tired. Anyway!

I realized I was writing “Amused” when I meant “Amazed” before UHSAHUSAUHSHAUHUSA I honestly thought it had the same meaning. I guess everyone just seemed to be having fun every chapter SUHAHUSAUHSAUUHSA Anyway, I will pay attention from now on kkkkk

I’ll be going to my sister today and will be back just after tomorrow, then I will have classes and some stuff to do so the next one will probably be written on next weekend >.<

Genre:  Fluff, Romance; Sugestive; College Au; Roommate Au; Love Triangle

Pairing: Minho X Reader X Chan

Word Count: ~8,8K

Female Lead

Warnings: Language, Sugestive stuff (?)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Final)

   Right now you wished the ground would swallow you.

   You were sitting on your bed, feeling way better than you felt in the morning, Felix sitting beside you, cackling up, and Minho sitting on your chair, telling you all about the night before. You sighed embarrassed, wishing you stayed home yesterday.

   “Felix, I hate you” You stated, whining and He just snorted.

   “That’s not my fault if you think He’s hot and had to be drunk to yell it at him” You groaned and hit him with your pillow. Why the hell did you drink so much?! You should have known that you would humiliate yourself, especially if your best friend was giving you hints he would try to get you and Chan together.

   “You almost told him you wanted to ride him” Minho reminded you “I think calling him hot would be the least of your problems” He stated and grinned as you groaned again, hiding your face behind the pillow.

   “Oh my god! He must think I’m so irresponsible! That’s it, I’m going to die as a virgin” You promised and Minho eyed you surprised.

   “Are you a virgin?” He asked amazed, not expecting it at all.

   “No, but if I keep living like this I think I will go back there” You whined, “I didn’t even want to bang him!” You fumed “It’s all your fault, Lix! I wasn’t thinking about it but now I am and I will not get it!”

   “Hey, I don’t think so” Minho pondered “If you ask me, I would say He seemed really into you” He assured, and you looked at him filled with hope.

   “Really? Are you sure you’re not just hyping me?” You frowned and He promptly shook his head denying it.

   “I mean it! He cupped your cheek and called you his babygirl as if you were the most precious thing in the world” Oh! Should you have hope? You weren’t hoping to be his girlfriend or anything like that, you just wanted to get laid. Maybe someone to cuddle up and watch TV, but you had Felix to do it if you needed… So, yeah banging was enough. It shouldn’t be hard, right? You were nice, sweet, and kind, you thought you could be hot if you tried a little bit, even if Minho didn’t acknowledge it.

   “I told her a million times! He likes you” Felix rolled his eyes “If you text him right now and tell him you need him here, He would be here in a blink”

   “How can He like me if we don’t even know each other? He is fond of me” You corrected and Felix groaned.

  “Same thing! He’s fond of you and He calls you his babygirl and gets flustered when you call him daddy even though you’re just joking” Felix eyed you at that, showing He didn’t buy it at all “So you can just tell him you want him and you will get a fuck buddy” Felix made it sound really simple, but you weren’t so sure about it. He did say you were pretty and He would like to fuck you before, even though the guys didn’t know about it, but he also said it wouldn’t work out since you weren’t into his kinky. Or were you? You never really tried it…

   “Even if this is true… I just don’t know” You said weakly and Felix sensed your shift of mood.

   “Hey, it’s ok” He assured you “You don’t need to get laid to be happy! You know that I’m just teasing you when I say you need to get laid, right? You should not feel forced to do something you don’t want to do” He seemed concerned and you smiled at him reassuring.

   “I think I will let things flow” You stated “Maybe I will get really horny and want to ride him out of nowhere” You laughed.

   “Just don’t do it on the couch” Minho joked and you cackled up.

   “Now that I have my bed we all can bang on the couch as much as you guys want” You scoffed and Minho grinned.

   “Oh? Are you inviting us to bang on the couch, kitty?” He asked mockingly and you blushed, throwing your pillow at his face.

   “No! I don’t want to bang you guys!” You snorted “And kitty? Really?” You scoffed.

   “Hey! I like kitties! They’re cute and fluffy, fuck off” He pouted and you chuckled, getting up from the bed and announcing you would bring them something to eat since you were starving. You closed the door and went to the kitchen.

   “Shouldn’t you try to stop her?” Felix asked suddenly and Minho eyed him like he was crazy.

   “Stop her from bringing us food?” He asked confused.

   “Stop her from hooking up with Chan” Felix clarified and Minho scoffed, clearly confused.

   “What? Why would I do this?” He asked speechlessly and Felix rolled his eyes at him.

   “Are you kidding me?” Felix inquired, his eyebrow shot up “You were really interested in her body yesterday if you don’t recall it… And I may not remember everything I and Y/N did, but I do remember you calling her cute, but I don’t recall you telling her this today” Felix was smugly grinning at Minho, who seemed uncomfortable under his gaze. He cleared his throat and averted his eyes “Also you weren’t really subtle right now, hm? You call her kitty then say you like cute and fluff things as kitties?”

   “I didn’t mean it like this” He spoke firmly “Y/N is my friend, just like She’s yours. You called her hot and you don’t want to fuck her, right? I call her cute because I do think she’s cute but that doesn’t mean I want to fuck her either” He reasoned and Felix narrowed his eyes.

   “Ok, you made your point” He agreed, letting him go. While the boys were talking about you, you were mindlessly searching for something on the fridge, not seeming to find anything you wanted to eat. You hear steps next to you and you looked up to see who was there.

   “Feeling better yet?” Hyunjin asked you as He went to the cupboard to search for some snacks. You eyed him, unsure if you should be friendly yet. He didn’t apologize and was just ignoring all of your argument, although He teased you about the couch when he had the chance “You looked like shit this morning”.

   “Don’t you own me an apology?” You decided to challenge him, crossing your arms in front of your chest and He chuckled.

   “I don’t apologize for things that I would do again” He shrugged “I’m sorry that you felt like shit, though, It wasn’t really my intention” he admitted. It was better than you expected, but you wanted more. You wanted a real apology.

   “You should apologize, though” You stated “You have been treating me like an annoying brat and you were pretty rude yesterday. You were being an asshole since day one! And I did nothing to deserve it. I don’t have to put up with you and I deserve a sincere apology” You ranted, feeling pissed that He didn’t even think about being nice. He scoffed and looked at you like you were a baby, which didn’t help your pissed self.

   “Make me” He grimaced at you. What a son of a bitch. You smiled at him, a sickly sweet smile that showed you wouldn’t buy his shit anymore. You closed the fridge, walked to him, and took his snacks from his hand, going back to your room “Oh, god! My snacks! I so will have to apologize to her now” he shouted sarcastically and you heard him searching through the snacks all over again.

   “You know what?” You said as you entered your room, closing the door with a frown “Who needs to literally fuck someone when you can just fuck someone’s life?” You scoffed. The boys looked at you as if you were crazy and you angrily gave them the snacks.

   “Care to enlighten us?” Felix asked.

   “I’m going mess Hyunjin’s mind” You stated “He doesn’t want to be a good roommate? Fine! I will piss him off so much He will regret not being a human being, to begin with”

   “And how do you plan to make Hyunjin apologize?” Minho asked, disbelief in his voice.

   “I won’t tell you! You’re his friend” You scoffed “Do you think I’m dumb?”

   “Hey, He’s Felix’s friend too” Minho accused “We’ve shared the same classes for a while now!”

    “But Felix is my best friend and wouldn’t betray me!” You reasoned and He gasped.

   “Wow! That’s how low you think of me? Good to know! And here I was being nice to you and watching Tangled!” He jokingly argued and you laughed.

   “You liked to watch it!” You accused and extended your hand so He would throw your pillow back to you, but he just hugged it “Come on! Give it back” You whined and Minho ignored you, eating his chocolate. Felix snorted, amused by your childish behavior “Come on! Gimme” you pouted.

   “Ask your best friend” He muttered moodily and you let out a chuckle.

   “Oh my, are you sad because I won’t tell you my plans?” You asked giddily “Wants kitty to give you a hug?” You said sneering and He scoffed.

   “Oh? Are we  doing the kitty thing?” He asked amused “A good kitty would tell me their plans” He sang and you laughed at that.

   “Give up, I won’t tell you” You told him teasingly and He shrugged.

   “It doesn’t hurt to try” He snorted and threw you the pillow. He got up from his seat and eyed you funnily “I will let you guys here discuss your sweet revenge” and He walked out of the room.  You turned to Felix and started to explain what you had in your mind. You couldn’t wait to piss off Hyunjin like He was pissing you.

                                                            ////

   Step 1: Claim what is yours

   Hyunjin kissed his date like He needed that to live. He stumbled around the dark living room, trying to support himself and the girl as they made their way to his room occasionally throwing some clothes on the floor as they got closer to his door. He opened it, groaning as the girl kissed his jaw and sucked his earlobe. He threw her on his bed and looked confused for a split of a second.

   “What the fuc-“ He was going to say, but the girl beat him to it.

   “Is it for me?!” She asked with shining eyes, picking up the pretty underwear that was laying on his bed. Some white lacy underwear that he never saw in his life. He wiped off the confused expression from his face and smiled.

   “Don’t you wanna wear it for me, bunny?” He asked and the girl beamed at him, her eyes lustful.

   Just as you planned.

   “Jinnie! Have you seen my lac-“ You started to ask in a sweet tone and stopped on your tracks when you saw another girl on his bed. You knew too damn well He would bring a girl home and He knew you knew it since He warned both you and Minho in the afternoon. He expected you to say sorry and walk away, but you stood there chocked, your eyes tearing up “Oh my god! Are you cheating on me?!” You asked with a hurt expression.

   Hyunjin’s mouth fell agape and you had to gather all your strength not to laugh.

   “I can’t believe it!” You yelled, slamming his door and going to your room, expecting the girl to think you were gone. You heard her slamming his door open and when He tried to claim that you weren’t his girlfriend you heard her slap him. Oh my god! It was even better then you pictured!

   “You are an asshole!” She yelled at him “I pity your girlfriend! I hope she breaks up with you and you die alone, bastard!” And with that being said, she slammed the front door and everything fell in silence.

   “Y/N!” Hyunjin yelled at you and you opened your door.

   “What?” You asked slyly, grinning.

   “Care to explain yourself?!” He asked pissed and you scoffed.

   “I don’t explain things that I would do again… But I’m sorry you feel like shit right now” You grimaced his way and He scoffed.

   “Is that it? Oh my god! You’re so… Argh!” He groaned.

   “Now can you give me back my underwear? I have a date with Chan tonight and I was looking for it” You asked sweetly and He looked at you blankly.

   “You’re saying you didn’t plan this?” He asked suspiciously.

   “What?! Do I look unoccupied like that to you?” You rolled your eyes “Today was Minho’s turn to do the laundry, He must have thought it was from some of your hook ups” You reasoned and He nodded, tired.

   “I can’t believe you made that scene” He complained, picking up your underwear and pushing it in your hands.

   “It was just the perfect opportunity to piss you off” You shrugged.

   You felt really proud when He stepped out of your room and you felt the smile crepting on your face. For now, Hyunjin didn’t have a clue you were going to ruin his life. You put away your underwear and dressed up slightly just to not raise his suspicions for now. You waved him goodbye when you passed by him on the couch, and made your way to the place you agreed with Minho.

   When He saw you coming dressed up on a Wednesday He knew you were up to something.

   “Why the hell did you dress up to eat a hot dog on a Wednesday?” He asked amused, calling his friend over so He could order your food.

   “I have a favor to ask” You confessed and He shot his brow up eyeing you curiously “If Hyunjin asks if you let some lacy underwear on his bed could you say yes?” Minho choked at that.

   “What?!” He asked when He stopped coughing “What the hell?”

   “You see… I let my underwear on his bed” You explained and Minho narrowed his eyes.

   “Does it have something to do with your plan?” He asked and you grinned sheepishly “Oh! So I can’t know about your plan but I have to help you?” He scoffed.

   “Pretty please?!” You begged with puppy eyes and He eyed you “I will pay for the food” You sighed and He smiled.

   “Just what I wanted to hear!” He snorted. Later, when you paid for the food He smiled at you and said “I would have done it even if you didn’t pay for the food” and you whined at him. You decided to wait to go home since it would look suspicious if both of you came together “Just go there, I will wait in the car. You can say you’re back earlier because He ditched you or something like this” Minho suggested and you nodded.

   “Full of good ideas, aren’t we?” You smirk and He chuckled.

 Step 2: Surprise him

   You heard the door unlocking and you settled yourself on the bed.

   You were wearing one of his T-shirts that looked like a short dress on you and his boxers, reading a book like you were really relaxed and happy there. When you heard the door begin to be opened, you started to say.

   “Oh, Babe! I got to finish my work earlier so I came here to make you a surpri—“ Your sentence was cut off strategically and you saw an almost naked girl and a pissed Hyunjin. You never have seen him so pissed off before and you cheered inside.

   “What the fuck are you doing here?” He hissed and you gasped.

   “Babe?!” The girl scoffed humorlessly “You have a girlfriend?” She pushed him away.

   “She’s not my girlfriend” He voiced angrily “Stop the shit, Y/N, get the fuck out!” He ranted.

   “But… You said you loved me” You said tearing up and He scoffed.

   “She’s making this up! She’s upset with me” He rolled his eyes and turned to the girl “It’s some kind of sick revenge, don’t believe her” He pleaded and the girl looked at you with fire in her eyes.

   Oops. It’s not going the way you pictured it.

   She came over you and you raised your hands to defend yourself from the hit you were expecting but she grabbed your hands and pulled you from the bed. She took some sweatpants she found standing close and pushed it in your arms.

   “Come, sweety, He doesn’t deserve you!” She said, pulling you as she stopped to take her clothes from the ground and you rushedly put the pants on.

   “You’re a bitch, Y/N!” Hyunjin hissed at you and the girl eyed him enraged.

   “You’re an asshole!” She yelled back at him.

   You were feeling kind of guilty since the girl was being so nice to you but you followed her anyway and she stopped on her tracks once you were away from your place.

   “Where are you going now? I’m dragging you with me but I don’t even know where you going” She said worried and you smiled at her.

   “I’m sorry, He’s… He’s not actually my boyfriend… I…” You rumbled, trying to tell her the truth but she stopped you, resting her palm on your shoulder.

   “It doesn’t matter, He shouldn’t treat you like this,” She said and you nodded. She was right. He really shouldn’t “Anyway, If you don’t have anywhere to go you can come with me” She smiled at you and you shook your head.

   “I think I’m going home” You said and she nodded, parting ways with you.

   You were starting to doubt your little plan of revenge. While you walked back to your apartment you could only imagine how pissed off Hyunjin was, which was okay by you since He really pissed you off before, but was it fair to the girls? You didn’t think so. Maybe they really liked him… Maybe He liked them. Who knows?

   Was it really worth it?

   Hyunjin was an asshole but you didn’t need to be like him, right?

Step 3: Meet his Friends    

   Wrong.

   When you were almost home Minho called you.

   “What did you do this time? Hyunjin wants to kill you” He said on the phone and you sighed.

   “I was laying on his bed and I may have sounded like we were dating and He was cheating on me” You answered embarrassed.

   “You may have sounded like this?” He scoffed on the line “I’m quite sure He will retaliate you… You screwed, kitty” He pitied you.

   “I think I will apologize to him… I shouldn’t be like this, right?” You said, unsure.

   “I mean… I get that you’re upset. You should be. Hyunjin isn’t really the type to listen to people so… You could just let it go if you want to give him the other face” He reasoned.

   “I’m just being childish like him” You sighed “You’re right. I’m better than this… Gotta go, Minho, I’m getting home. Let’s face the beast” You said and then hang up.

   When you got home you didn’t expect to see a bruised Hyunjin on the couch. You rushed to him and looked at his knees, slightly bruised. He didn’t even look at you and you could tell He was pissed. What the hell? Did he knee the walls?

   “Are you okay?” You asked worried “What happened?” You touched his bruise and He pushed away your hands.

   “Just go to your room” He scoffed and you pressed your lips together, unsurely.

   “I’m sorry… I know I’m being childish” You sighed “I just thought that maybe if I pissed you off as you did to me you would say sorry”

   “Nice to know” He shrugged and you decided to leave him like this. Maybe when He was calmer you could apologize properly. You walked to your room and tried to open your door. It didn’t open. You forced it once, then twice, and then frowned.

   “Hyunjin do you know what happened to my door? It’s not opening” You said.

   “I locked it” He answered.

   He what now?!

   “You locked it?” You asked just to be sure you weren’t going crazy and He hummed. He fucking hummed “What the hell, man?! I didn’t even know we had a key for our doors” You complained, going back to the living room.

   “We don’t” He grinned at you “I locked it from inside. Good luck climbing the window” He smirked.

   You couldn’t believe it.

   “Is that why your knees are bruised?” You asked.

   “What did you think? That I fell in the kitchen?” He scoffed “It seems like someone will have to sleep on the butt couch today” He mocked and you felt your blood rushing to your face.

   Was it really that bad to be childish with this son of a bitch? You didn’t think so anymore.

   “Great! Just great! And I was even thinking about being nice to you!” You groaned “You’re just so… So… Urgh!” You wanted to kick his face right now, just jump and kick him right on that damn pretty face and tear off his chances with the girls. A broke nose would suit him well. You didn’t though. You couldn’t just fight your roommate out of nowhere and break his nose like this and be in jail while He laughed at you.

   You heard the door unlock and you looked at Minho, coming in the place oblivious to your murderer's intentions.

   “He locked me out of my room,” You said angrily and Minho looked at you confused.

   “Good night to you too” He snorted “What did you just say?” He asked, sure He just heard you wrong.

   “This son of a bitch locked my room from inside! And then He climbed out of it just to piss me off!” You yelled, fed up “Oh my god! Minho, please, climb there and unlock it for me, please” You whined, feeling like you were about to cry. You were so mad!

   “Sorry, kitty, I’m afraid of heights, that’s no way in hell I would climb it for you” He apologized and you sighed. Fair enough.

   You picked your phone up and called Felix.

   “Felix?” You asked when He seemed to pick up your call “Hyunjin is a son of a bitch and locked my door. I need someone to help me unlock it, but Minho is afraid of heights and I can’t climb a damn stair, imagine a building” You fought an urge to yell and hit Hyunjin again as you heard Felix gasping.

   “He did what?!” You could hear someone else on the line hissing at him. That’s exactly how you felt too “I’m with Chan right now, We’re going there to help you” Felix said and you felt relief wash over you.

   “Thank god! Thank you so much, Lix!” You thanked him eagerly but He had already hung up.

   They didn’t really take long to arrive and you looked at them gratefully as you opened the door.

   “I’m so sorry for this” You apologized but both of them ignored you, walking straight to Hyunjin.

   “Are you out of your mind?” Chan asked, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt “You’re gonna unlock that damn door, you ass” He hissed and Hyunjin scoffed.

   “Or what?” He smirked.

    “I’m gonna throw him out of the window” Chan threatened, looking at you and Minho and you felt your blood cold.

   “Oh god! Please don’t!” You pleaded, horrified.

   “Guys, what are you going to do? Beat him up? You’re going to jail” Minho reasoned, far calmer than you.

   “Do you need anything from your room for tomorrow's classes?” Chan asked you, serious. You nodded and He sighed “Is it really important? Like you can’t do anything without it?” He asked again and you shook your head.

   “No, not that important. Why?” You frowned.

   “Great, You’re going to sleep at my place tonight” He stated “Tomorrow I will send someone to change this damn lock and you will have the keys” He promised you and you felt your chest warmer.

  That was really… Smart, actually.

   “I can go to Felix’s” You eyed him unsurely and Felix grimaced at you.

   “I’m actually going to my friend’s house so we can finish an assignment” He apologized and you shook your head.

   “No, of course! That’s okay, Lix” You rushed to say.

   “Great, it’s all settled then” Chan nodded, satisfied with the resolution “Try to be less of an asshole, dude” He said looking at Hyunjin “You’re lucky I don’t have any proof you did this or else we would be at the Police station right now”

   He grabbed your hand and you followed him, Felix right behind you.

   You would be lying if you said your heart wasn’t racing right now.

                                                            ////

   You felt small on Chan’s place, looking around shyly.

   He locked his door and turned to you.

   “Do you want to take a bath?” He asked “I can lend you some clothes”

   “It would be great” You agreed “I’m on boxers, So I can just use it… I would like a shirt though” He nodded and went to his room, picking up a random shirt and handing it to you.

   “I will sleep on the couch, you can just take the bed when you’re finished” He told you and you frowned.

   “No! I’m sleeping on the couch. You have done more than enough for me today” You assured and He scoffed.

   “There’s no way I’m letting you sleep on the couch” He stated and you averted your eyes from him, blushing.

   “You can sleep with me…” You muttered and He grinned.

   “Oh, Babygirl wants to sleep with her hot Daddy?” He teased you and you blushed furiously.

   “You remember it” You whined.

   “I wasn’t the one who was drunk” He laughed and nudged you “I’m just kidding. I know you think you’re being a burden, but you’re not. I can sleep on the couch, really” He looked you in your eyes and you gulped. Was he always that gorgeous? He wasn’t wearing any makeup and his hair was messy and curled, his clothes were pretty normal too but He seemed… Dazzling.

   Maybe you were soft today, He did help you out…

   “Y/N?” He called you, worried about your silence.

   “We should sleep on your bed” You stated and rushed to the bathroom. You locked the door and leaned on that. What were you doing? He totally knows you want to sleep with him right now. Oh my god. You could only think He must be judging you right now. He was only helping you out as a friend and you just stated you would sleep with him. Well, not really sleep with him, but with him. Anyway. You couldn’t calm down right now.

   How long has it been since you had sex? Gosh… That was so long ago…

   Who said you were going to have sex?! You’re a horny little bitch, for lord sakes! You sleep with Felix every now and then! It’s completely normal to sleep on your friend’s bed with him…

  Who were you kidding? Felix was your best friend and Chan was someone you almost said you wanted to ride.

   When you got out of the shower, you felt sick. Were you worrying too much? He would probably be asleep when you got there… Yeah! He was totally asleep and you were overthinking everything. You sighed relieved. You were anxious, that’s all. You put your boxers and his shirt, folded your clothes, and walked to his room.

  Holy shit!

  He wasn’t asleep.

  He was shirtless.

   He was peacefully humming some song while He scrolled through his phone. Shirtless. On his bed. He was indeed wearing sweatpants, but it didn’t change the fact that he was shirtless and He was hot. And you were feeling hot. You horny bitch.

   “H-Hi” You stuttered out of nowhere.

   Way to go, Y/N! Smooth and sexy as hell.

   “Hi!” He smiled at you, an innocent and pure smile. You felt dirty to be thinking He was hot right now “Are you okay with me like this? Normally I would sleep on my underwear, but I figured it would be awkward”

   Awkward? It would be great if someone cared to ask you.

   You, of course, didn’t say that.

   “Yeah, totally fine” You chuckled “Can I turn off the lights?” You asked and He nodded. So you did it while He put his phone on the bed table and you climbed on his bed, laying down and looking to the ceiling even though you couldn’t see anything.

   He was warm, you could feel the warmth pouring from him even though He had the A/C on, the room quite cold on your freshly bathed self. You shivered imagining his warm body suddenly pressed on yours, his lips hovering over yours.

   “Are you cold?” He asked and you got startled “Hey! Calm down” He chuckled “I don’t bite, Babygirl” You swallowed in thick. You wish He did.

   “I was almost asleep” You lied “Sorry” You chuckled.

   “Sorry, I just saw you were shivering and I thought you were cold. Do you want me to bring you a blanket?” He offered and you shook your head.

   “No, you’re hot enough” You said.

   Oh my god! What did you just say?!

   “Hm… Are you hitting on me?” He asked unsurely and you sighed relieved. You still had a chance to be normal.

   “No, it’s just that you’re really warm, I can feel it from here” You chuckled and He snorted.

   “Yeah, I know” He agreed “You can cuddle me if you want to get warm” He muttered and you blushed.

   Cuddle was okay, right?

   Friends could cuddle.

   You cuddled Felix all the time! It wasn’t weird or anything. Cuddling is totally fine. Like totally fine. Your cat back home cuddled you. Fine. It didn’t mean anything. If your cat could do it, you could do it too! With this dumb thought, you turned around and rested your head on his arm, throwing your arm and your leg over him. See? Fine. You heard his heart beating really fast and loud. Was it always like this or were He nervous? Well… Judging by his temperature his heart was probably really fast. It couldn’t mean anything.

   Anything like He wanted to pin you down on that damn bed and fuck you senseless.

   You swallowed again.

   He turned to you, bringing you closer and hugging you, like a koala. You felt your body warming. Not a sex drive warming, but a cute warm. You smiled and nuzzled him, getting comfortable and feeling sleepiness take over you.

   You slept really well that night.

   You woke up with his alarm and you yawned, tired. You opened your eyes to see a grumpy Chan looking mad with his alarm. He groaned and tried to reach for his phone and you felt his body over yours while He was stretching to reach his bed table. You could get used to that. He turned off his alarm and his body was back to your side instead of hovering in your face.

   “Morning, Babygirl” He greeted you dizzily and you grinned at him.

   “Morning, Chan” You said, looking at his eyes.

   He stood there, looking at you with his cute wrinkled face and you smiled at him. He swallowed down slowly and you could see his Adam’s apple going up and down.

   “You’re too cute for your own good” He sighed, letting your body go and getting up. He looked at you on his bed and wished He could kiss you right now “I liked it” He stated blushing.

   “What?” You asked confused.

   “You calling me by my name instead of mocking me with Daddy or Dom boy” He said and looked away.

   “Chan” You called him again and He eyed you “You’re too cute for your own good” You grinned and got up from his bed. He just stood there, his heart racing as you made your way to the kitchen. Fixing him breakfast should be a good way to thank him, right?

                                                          ////

   You walked through the Dance Department feeling good with yourself.

   You noticed that the random shirt you stole from Hyunjin was actually a shirt with his name on it and you felt great walking down the hallways with that. You noticed some looks on your back and some whispers, but you didn’t mind them. Let people talk. You finally found Felix and waved at him, happily.

   “Lix!” You greeted him and He grinned at you.

   “What are you doing here?” He asked curiously and you gave him a sly smile. His friends looked you up and down and you shifted uncomfortably under their gazes.

   “I came to see Hyunjin, where is he?” You announced louder then you needed. Before Felix could answer you though both their friends gasped.

   “Is it true?! Are you his girlfriend?” They asked amazed and you grinned.

   “Is that how he called me?” You faked embarrassment and they gasped louder.

   “Oh my god! Hyunjin is taken” They laughed and you smirked. You hoped they would be loud enough about it later because all you needed right now was to people spread rumors about a dating Hyunjin.

   “I didn’t see him today” Felix answered your previous question, confused “Was He not at home?” You widened your eyes to him. Is Felix dumb or something? You were on Chan’s last night, for lord sake! How would you know?

   “Wait! You live together?!” The boy asked in chock and you bit your lip. That’s not exactly what you were planning but it may help, right? You nodded his way and He nudged his friend, looking excited. You waved Felix goodbye and went away, feeling the gossipy spread around you. You wanted to see how many girls He would get now. Suck on that.

Step 4: Talk through things

   When you got home later you didn’t expect to see a beaten up Hyunjin on the couch.

   His right eye was purple and swollen and his left cheek was red and looked a little bit swollen too. You arched your brow, confused. He grimaced at you and He twitched, his bruised lips probably hurting from stretching the wound. You ignored him, going to your room which was still locked. You frowned. Didn’t Chan send someone to fix it? You went to Minho’s room and knocked on his door.

   “Go away, Hyunjin” You heard him saying, sounding mad.

   “It’s me” You answered and He quickly opened the door. Minho had a small bruise on his lip and his cheek seemed swollen, but He was way better then Hyunjin for the most part, “What happened?” You asked, your hand making way to his cheek. He hissed in pain.

   “Nothing” He shrugged it off and you scoffed “Here, your keys” He gave you the small object, making mention of closing the door. You frowned and stopped him.

   “Did you fight Hyunjin?” You asked concerned and He averted his eyes, trying to force the door shut again, but you were holding it “Are you okay?”

   “I’m fine” He stated and tried to close the door again.

   “Did you clean up your wounds?” You asked, ignoring his attempt to go away.

   “Yes, mom” He snorted and you grinned.

   “Why?” You muttered and He sighed.

   “I guess I just got pissed because He’s been a dick to you” He admitted “Yesterday I got really pissed off at him and may or may not have punched him”

   “I’m quite sure you did it” You snorted and He grinned at you, tired “You didn’t need to do it… He’s your friend”

   “I couldn’t just stand there… It’s already bad enough that I didn’t think about changing your lock and would just do nothing at all because I was afraid of heights” He sighed, He seemed embarrassed and you frowned “How was it at Chan’s? Did you let out your horny self?” He chuckled and you laughed.

   “I wish” You answered jokingly “BUT!” You smiled at him smugly “I may or may not have a date next week…”

   “Oh?” He sounded surprised “Where are you going?”

   “We’re going to watch a movie and cuddle on his couch” You snorted “Not really your kind of date, hm?” You joked and Minho laughed.

   “Are you going to make him watch Tangled?” He scoffed and you slapped his shoulder.

   “Stop it! I let him choose it” You confessed “Hoping He will choose some horror, actually” You laughed and Minho snorted.

   “Eager, aren’t we?” He mocked you “Listen, Kitty, I’m going to lay down for a bit. Even though Hyunjin deserves to be beaten up and all that shit I’m not the fighter type so I’m feeling tired as hell” He looked like shit, but you didn’t tell him this.

   “It’s okay” You assured “If you need anything call me” He nodded at that and closed his door.

                                                                ////

   You felt great having your own keys for your room, it made you feel safe from Hyunjin’s assholeness. You were expecting him to just start to bang on your bed if He started to get really pissed off, so it was reassuring to know He couldn’t do it now.

   You had to thank Chan again.

   Speaking of which, you were really excited about tonight. Your movie date was finally around the corner and you felt happy to think about it. Felix was teasing you with is about a week for now and you could only groan to your friend from time to time, tired of his cheering self. “I told you He liked you” He always made sure to remind you and you could only laugh by yourself thinking about it.

   “What is it?” Minho asked, scoffing, eyeing you amused.

   “Thinking about Felix” You answered, laughing.

   “Chan will be thrilled to hear it!” He joked and you slapped his shoulder.

   “He knows We’re just friends” You rolled your eyes “Are you jealous because I like Felix more than I like you?” You joked and He laughed out loud.

   “So that’s how you treat your ally? I should go away now” He sang, threatening to stand up and walk away, but you grabbed his arm laughing.

   “No! I need your phone” You whined and He smiled at you.

   So your plan was quite simple this time. Minho told you Hyunjin was with a girl right now and all you would do is call him. Simple. Harmless. He knew you were trying to ruin him by now, so you needed to think harder: How would He pick up this damn call? Then it hit you. Minho. You were pleasantly surprised by his support since the lock event. You didn’t expect his fight with Hyunjin and even though both of them were alright right now, the bruises are gone and their friendship firm, He was still by your side.

   Cute!

   You dialed Hyujin’s number and waited for a bit.

   Hyunjin was driving Minho’s car, taking the girl to her place because He didn’t want to risk you blowing his plans again. He had a smug smirk and eyed the girl that was sending him a dirty look, ready to simply unbutton his pants right there.

   “You’re so thirsty for me” He purred and the girl giggled, her hands hovering over his bulge. His phone rang and He sighed. Why now of all times?

   “Hmm, Who is Roommate?” She asked curiously and answered it without giving a damn. Hyunjin grimaced, unhappy.

   “Hey, babe?” A girl’s voice sounded through his phone and He frowned. What the hell? “Are you coming home already? I’m making us dinner… And, hm… Did you get the pregnancy test?” Holy shit! It was Y/N. Hyunjin tried to pick his phone from his date, but the girl shot him a horrified look and pushed him.

   “You really have a girlfriend?!” She yelled and you and Minho suppressed a laugh “Oh my god! I’m so dumb! I heard the rumors but I thought… You’re an ass! Stop that car, now!” She ranted and Hyunjin groaned.

   “She’s not my girlfriend! I can explain” He pleaded and the girl scoffed.

   “Stop this damn car right now!” She demanded and Hyunjin pulled over, tired. She stormed away and you cackled up.

   “Nice try, dude” You teased him “But wherever you go, I’ll be there”

   “I hate you” He sighed “Do you know how long it has been since I got laid? I just hate you” He sounded tired and you smiled proudly.

   “Well, you have been doing some hateful stuff too If you need a reminder” You stated and He nodded, although you couldn’t see it.

   “Okay, We need to talk about it” He stated and you arched your brows.

   Talk like a real talk? That was a nice surprise.

   “I agree, but tonight I’m going to Chan’s. We can talk about it tomorrow” And He hummed from the other side, hanging up. You looked at Minho, happy “Oh my god! I think He’s gonna apologize to me!” You uttered and He high fived you.

   “It was about time” He cheered and you beamed.

   “I can’t believe it! Finally”

   You couldn’t feel any better right now.

 Step 5: Make Him want you

   Chan opened his door with a bright smile, looking adorable and you smiled back.

   “Hey” You said, getting inside and looking at his mattress in the middle of the living room. You eyed him like He was crazy “Why is your bed on the floor?” You asked amused and He snorted.

   “Well, what can be better than watching a good movie cuddling up on the bed? Since I don’t have a TV in my room I figured I could just bring my bed here” He smirked and you giggled.

   “You’re really serious about our cuddling session, aren’t you?” You mocked him and He nudged you.

   “Felix told me you loved to cuddle up and watch stuff on TV with him so… Well, I guess I wanted to outrun him on this” He laughed and you cackled up “I mean… We’re on a date, right? I should get you comfortable and all that” He averted his eyes, shyly.

   Oh my god! He was so cute! Why were you so worried about it last week? You wanted to hug him and never let go, but you made your way to the mattress and sat down, looking at him.

   “So? What will we watch?” You asked curiously and He sat next to you, bringing popcorn, chocolate, and soda and giving it to you. You took a piece of the chocolate and hoped He would say something really creepy so you could have an excuse to touch him more often.

   You laughed at yourself.

   “I thought we could watch some rom-com or animation” He told you and you frowned “Or… Not. Yeah, We can totally watch something else” He said unsurely as He saw your face.

   “No! No! I do like those but…” You snorted “I was expecting you to say some horror movie or… You know? Don’t you like those?” You asked confused and He laughed at you.

   “So you thought I was playing low! I see…” He hummed knowingly “I asked Felix what you like to watch and He said you loved this kind of thing… And to tell you the truth I love a good animation too, so…” He eyed you cutely and you grinned.

   “It sounds like you interviewed Felix” You teased him and He blushed hard.

   “I… I wanted to give you a good time” He admitted embarrassed and you didn’t fight the urge to hug him this time.

   “Thank you, I appreciate it” You assured him “Let’s watch some good stuff then! How do you feel about ‘How to train your dragon’?” And He beamed, hugging you back and muttering on your hair.

   “I feel like I just found my perfect movie buddy” He answered and you smiled into his chest.  

                                                                      ////

   Minho scoffed when Hyunjin’s friend told him how he was lucky to have such a hot girlfriend.

   “She’s not my girlfriend!” He whined and Felix laughed.

   “But she’s hot!” Felix agreed and Minho frowned at him.

   “I thought she was just your friend” He said, confused and Felix looked at him feeling lost.

   “She is” He agreed.

   “Are you calling your just friend hot?” He asked to make his point and Hyunjin laughed.

   “That’s because He’s not blind” He reasoned and Minho shot him a surprised look.

   ��You think she’s hot?!” Minho uttered, “But you said you hated her!”

   “Well, She’s annoying me as fuck! But She can annoy me and be hot, I don’t understand your point” Hyunjin scoffed “Don’t you think she’s hot?”

   “No! I don’t” He frowned “She’s my friend”

   “She’s my friend too, mate” Felix stated “If you don’t want to fuck or date them they can be just your friend and you still can think they’re hot… I tell her she’s hot all the time and she tells me the same all the time… It’s what friends do”

   “I never told a girl friend that she was hot” He shrugged and Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

   “Do you think I’m hot?” Hyunjin asked.

   “Of course, If you weren’t we wouldn’t have so many dates” He reasoned.

   “Do you want to fuck me?” Hyunjin asked.

   “What? No!” Minho laughed and Hyunjin laughed along.

   “Exactly. We’re friends and you think I’m hot. Move on” He mocked him.

   “But that’s different” Minho shook his head “I wouldn’t like to fuck you” He stated. Felix snapped his head up, looking at Minho surprised. Minho arched his brows, startled and Hyunjin smirked.

   “Did you just say you would like to fuck my best friend?” Felix asked amused and Minho shook his head eagerly.

   “No! That’s not what I meant!” But Felix and Hyunjin were already on it.

   “You don’t say that she’s hot because if you admit it you will acknowledge you want to fuck her? Is that what I just heard?” Hyunjin mocked him and Felix cackled up.

   “That’s exactly what I heard too” He smirked “So… You’re into Y/N… I would do something about it if I were you because as far as I know, Chan is way ahead of you right now”

   “I don’t need to do something about it, because that’s only on your head, guys” Minho rolled his eyes “She’s just a friend”

   “Just a friend” Hyunjin agreed “That you think that it’s not hot at all”

   “Even though I know damn well you checked her out” Felix sang and Hyunjin scoffed. Minho tried to ignore them, pretending to look at some craft stands on the way and stopping on his track when a key chain got his attention.

    A cute kitty key chain.

   He smiled at it and approached the stand.

   “How much for this key chain?” He asked and the boys followed him. He gave the seller the money and looked at it fondly.

   “Did you need a key chain? I have tons home” Hyunjin frowned and Minho shrugged him off.

   “It’s a gift” He said nonchalantly and Felix grinned like a Cheshire cat.

   “A kitty for your kitty?” He hummed and Minho blushed.

   “She just got the key door so… Well…” He rambled and the boys laughed at him.

   “Dude, just accept you have a crush, it’s not that hard” Hyunjin mocked him and Minho sighed.

   “You know what? I’m done. I’m going home, good luck on getting there later, buddy” He said while going away. He didn’t need to hear the guys mocking him about something that wasn’t even true! He didn’t have a crush on you. Would someone that has a crush on you support your date? Sprawl on the couch with you mindlessly? Constantly bring other girls to fuck under your roof?

   He didn’t think so.

   When He finally got home, He closed the door, walked picked up the key chain He wanted to gift you, and walked to the corridor just to drop his gift on the floor. Standing there in the middle of the corridor, eagerly drying your hair with a towel was none other than you. On a towel.

   “Oh! You got home earlier” You said, looking calmly at him.

   Would someone that has a crush on you be calmly looking at you standing there on a towel? Yes, they would.

   He didn’t though.

   Minho felt his blood rush south and then up. He didn’t know If He should hide his bulge or try to hide his blush. He did neither. He stood there, frozen in place looking at your wet body. One particular water drop decided to mock him, slowly sliding through your collarbone and going to your cleavage and He gulped, uncomfortable.

   “Hey, are you okay?’ You asked concerned, approaching him and He stuttered.

   He stuttered like a fucking virgin, for god sakes!

   “Don’t come near me!” He shot and you frowned.

   “What the hell, man?” You uttered, confused and He took some steps back, thinking about what he should do right now. Should He just leave? Should He explain that he found you hot?

   Oh my god! He finds you hot. He sighed in defeat. He just thought you were hot.

   “What’s this?” You asked and He eyed you leaning down to pick up the key chain. Right in front of him. He closed his eyes and groaned. What kind of unholy thought was coming to his head right now? You found it weird, but shrugged it, leaning anyway to take the object and your eyes shone when you saw what it was “Is it for me?!” You happily asked, getting up, and He opened his eyes to look straight into yours.

   “Y/N…” He said cautiously and you eyed him weirdly “Please go dress yourself” He pleaded and something clicked in your head. Was that why He was being weird?

   “Oh!” You let out when you noticed that his pants didn’t look as flat as they should and He shot his hands down, averting his eyes clearly ashamed “That’s ok! It’s totally normal!” You assured him and He groaned feeling humiliated.

   “I’m gonna take a bath” He said, storming to the bathroom and locking the door.

   “It’s just a physiological response!” You shot through the door and He groaned again.

   “Go away!” He pleaded.

   “I’m okay with it, no hard feelings!” You continued and Minho turned on the water. You sighed “Come see me when you’re done”

   Minho rested his head against the cold wall and felt the water hit his back while his mind went back for your standing self. You were gorgeous! Hot couldn’t even begin to describe it to him. What the hell was He thinking when He thought you were cute? He felt so ashamed right now. He wanted to get off thinking about you but He refused to do it.

   “Come on, Minho, think about anything else….” He instructed himself “Anything… Anything else… Not her dripping hair… Not her innocent eyes… Not her smugness… Not her legs… Not her lips… Especially not her lips!” He swallowed thick, remembering how your lips formed a beautiful “o” shape when you saw him coming in.

   Fuck!

   He couldn’t believe it.

   He would have believed if someone told him he would want to hug and cuddle you, watch movies with you poking each other with your feet, laying down speaking unimportant things all evening, or even if someone told him He would like to kiss you someday.

   He could believe it.

   But he never would have believed it if anyone told him He would run into you someday and just wish to take off your clothes (or your towel), pin you down against the wall and fuck you senseless without a care in the world.

   Then again, Here He was.

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Who you are. (Hamish Duke) Part 1

Summary: You were an Adepti for The Order but you were also a spy for Gnostic council. The council called you back to Belgrace to spy on Vera after the recent werewolf attacks which is when you find out something about one of your old best friends.

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You were sitting in your house enjoying your company when you heard your phone go off. You looked at over at your phone and saw that it was Vera Stone. You rolled your eyes and sighed. She has become a pain in your side ever since the Grand Magus rolled into town for the initiation and decided to stay in town for a while. You let your company keep doing their thing while you answered your phone. "Yes, Vera?"

       "I need you to come down here. The Grand Magus is up to something and I'm worried that it's going to affect The Order n a way that isn't good,," She said while rustling around.

     She's constantly calling you worried about Edward and you just let it play out and let her vent it out but it's getting old at this point. "Vera, I'm sure he isn't doing that-"

She didn't let you finish. "Would you just come down here?"

    "Would it make you stop calling me every five seconds?"

    "Yes,"

    "Fine, I'll be there soon,"

    You told your company to leave while you got dressed to go down to the temple. You didn't live in the Belgrave area but you did live close enough for that temple to be your temple. You never really go there unless you were needed like now. You weren't really apart from the Gnostic council, but they have recruited you to be a spy for them and to report back to them if anything was out of the ordinary. You opened your front door with a flick of your hand and walked out to your car.

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     You walked into the temple and you saw Alyssa talking to the Grand Magus in hush tone. You cleared your throat and it made Alyssa jump but not the Grand Magus. "Y/N. Nice to see you again,"

    Your heels clicking on the floor every time you stepped closer to the Grand Magus. "You too, Grand Magus. I hear you sticking around in town for a while,"

    He smiled at you. He was one cunning son of a bitch but could he really be doing something that could hurt The Order? "Got some business to attend to here that's gonna keep me here for a while,"

    "And what would that be?"

    "If all goes well, I'll tell everyone soon. Alyssa, that is all for today. We'll pick it up tomorrow,"

    Alyssa nodded. "Yes, Grand Magus. Whatever you say, Grand Magus,"

    Alyssa was such a kiss ass last year and still is one today. I was 3 years ahead of Alyssa in The Order, but she was always trying to kiss ass and was always so insecure about herself. "Same ol' Alyssa, huh?"

    Alyssa turned and looked at you after she watched the Grand Magus leave. "I don't know what you mean?"

    "Always a kiss ass,"

    "Same ol' Y/N, always a bitch,"

    "A bitch that got a promotion,"

    "Alyssa, I need to talk to you!"

    You turned around and saw a brown hair guy jog up to Alyssa, look frantic. Something was off about this guy like he had a certain smell about him that you couldn't place. "You smell weird,"

    The boy looked at you funny, so did Alyssa. "He smells normal?"

    "Who are you?"

    "Y/N Y/L/N. Adepti, you?"

    "Jack Morton. Acolyte,"

    "I figured as much. Alyssa, do you know where Vera is?"

     At that moment, Vera walked in. "I'm right here, let go to my office,"

    You fake smiled Vera. "After you,"

    She flicked opened the door and you walked in after her and sat in one of her chairs lazily as she flicked the doors shut. "So Magus, I hear you have a Werewolf problem on your hand?,"

    "It's being taken care of,"

    "Oh? Well good. So what did you want me to see and why did you call me in?" 

    "I know you're a spy for the council,"

    You chuckled. "Yep. Totally am. Come on, Vera. I'm in the field almost twenty-four seven. I don't have time to spy on people,"

    Vera just gave me the 'don't lie to me' look. "Magus, I'm not. Even if I'm not what does that have to deal with anything?"

    "I was gonna have you spy on Edward,"

     You let out a short chuckle and sit in the chair right and looked at her. "You're crazy, right? Spying on the Grand Magus? That would cause me to get Pulveris memoria if I got caught or killed. Why don't you take your concern to the council?"

    Vera put her hands together and places her head on them. "They wouldn't believe me unless I got proof,"

    "Then find it yourself. I'm not gonna have you get my mind erased because YOU wanted to spy on the Grand Magus,"

    You got out of her chair and started to walk out but you stopped and looked at her. "This Jack Morton kid. What do you know about him?"

    "Parent less. Lives with his grandpa. Great athlete. Great student. Why?"

    "Remember beginning of last year when that potion messed up and it resulted me in getting a superior sense of smell?"

    "Yes, what about it?"

   "Morton has a certain smell towards him that I've smelled before but I can't seem to place,"

   "Okay and what about it?"

   You just shrugged. "Just something I thought I'd share,"

   You walked to the Blade and Chalice and sighed Vera really wanted you to get into trouble by spying on the Grand Magus for her own worries. Nope. Sorry Vera. But not happening. You opened the door and you were hit with the same smell that you smelt on Jack. You followed your the smell and found a blond hair guy, drinking. That's when it hit you. The reason you smelled it before was because you smelled it on him. The closer you got to him, all the memories started coming back to you. All the late night studying, the parties, the drinking, the hangovers, going out and celebrating every good grade you got on a test. Not only the memories came back but the feelings came back as well. You were almost about to walk way but something made you walk forward. "Hamish?"

     Hamish turned his head around, and he looked at you for a minute like he didn't recognize you but when he did, his jaw dropped as he looked you up and down. He met your eyes with his eyes and you could see the same thing that happened to you with all the memories was happening to him. "Y/N?"

    You slowly finished walking up to them. "Yeah, hi,"

    He stands up and goes over to hug you but hesitated. "It's been a while, what are you doing back?"

    You smiled at him and walked up to him and hugged him first. "Uh Vera called me in for a meeting,"

    He hugged you back. "Oh, what about?"

    You shook your head. "Nothing to worry about,"

     You let him go and sat at the table in front of where Hamish was sitting. "Tell me what's new with you?"

    He shrugged. "I'm a T. A and it's totally exciting! I mean just last week I had a freshman tell me that he did the homework, but he got drunk and threw up all over it,"

    You chuckled. "Freshman year in college, where the reality of life hasn't hit you yet,"

    He chuckled and then smiled at you. You and Hamish went to Belgrave together but your paths went into two different directions when you got accepted into The Order. You started to hang out with other people and him with others but you finally reconnected your senior year and you spent every chance you got with them but when you graduated, the council had promoted you to Adepti because you show great promise, and they needed more field agents and you accepted. You lost contact with Hamish after a while because you were traveling across the world and didn't have time to talk to him which hurt but soon the hurt stopped hurting. "But it's not as exciting as being a world traveler. How long have you been back in the States?"

     "Hmm like a month or two,"

     You had been out of the states for a good two years but you were summoned back to the states earlier this year because the council wasn't to happy with Vera and wanted me to spy on her after recent werewolves attacks. You were actually going to stop by her office, but she had called you first. "Why didn't you reach out?"

    "I've been busy,"

     He just smiled sadly. "Oh, I see,"

     "It's not like that. If I wasn't this busy, I totally would've called you,"

Hamish waves his hand. "Don't worry about it, I'm been busy too,"

     "Oh yeah? With what?"

     Hamish was about to answer when he was interrupted. "Ham-ster!"

     You turned your head and saw three people walking up to you and Hamish. Jack was one of them but the other two you hadn't seen before. As they got closer, you were hit with the same smell as Hamish and Jack. But you just ignored it because they may just be roommates or something. You looked back at Hamish and smirked. "Ham-ster?"

    He looked at you and jokingly told you to shut up and then looked at the black hair dude. "Absolutely not,"

    The girl looks at you and had a growl in her voice. "Who are you?"

     You didn't get a chance to answer before Hamish did. "This is Y/N L/N, we've known each other since our senior year in high school, we kinda lost tracked after she graduated and became Miss. World Traveler,"

    You looked over at Hamish and chuckled. "Is Hammie jealous?"

    Hamish gives you a smirk back. "Nope,"

     You two just stared at each other for few without saying something. You could see Randall just looking back and forth between you both out of the corner of your eye. "What's happening here? Are they mind fucking?"

     That broke Hamish's stare from you and he looked up at Randall and threw a napkin at him. "Fuck off, Randall,"

     Randall smiled at you and made you scoot over, and he sat next to you and the particular smell was so bad that it made you gag a little. "Do you guys all live together?"

     "Yeah, well besides Jack,"

     You turned and looked at Jack and smiled at him, "Nice to see you again Jack,"

      Jack just looked at you and didn't say anything. "Wait, you know each other?"

      You turned and looked back at Randall. "Not really. I know Alyssa and while I was talking to her, he had come up,"

     "Yeah, and she mentioned that I smelled weird,"

     You rolled your eyes at that comment but when you focus back onto Hamish, you saw that his eye were huge before quickly hiding that face. You thought that it was odd but you made a mental note about it.

     Lilith made Hamish scoot over and sat next to him and then Jack pulled up a chair from another table to your table. Randall put his arm around you. "So tell us some stories about Ham sandwich,"

     Hamish rolled his eyes and looked annoyed with Randall. "You're not calling me that,"

    You smirked at Hamish, and he knew exactly what you were about to say. "You want some stories about Mishy the fishy?"

     He just gave you an amused smile. "You wouldn't,"

    You made an o with your mouth. "Wouldn't I?"

    Randall looked at you and Hamish. "She can call you puny nicknames but I can't?"

    Hamish looked over at Randall and was about to say something but Hamish cringed in pain and you looked around and saw the other three doing the same thing. "Are you guys okay?"

It only lasted like a couple of seconds though. Hamish nodded his head. "Oh yeah, we are fine,"

You looked at them, confused. "Are you sure? You all four cringed in pain. Is there something that's going on here?"

     Hamish gives you a shy smile. "Of course not. We just got drunk last time and hangovers suck,"

     Before you could even say anything else, you felt your phone go off. You pulled it out of your pocket and it was Vera telling you to get to the temple. You looked up at Jack, and he looked up from his phone at you. "I've got to go. Nice to met you three. Hamish, text me later, and we'll catch some more,"

     Hamish took a sip of his drink and pointed at you. "You got it,"

[phykios]

honesty and promise me, part 3 [read on ao3] [co-written with @darkmagyk]

Several more weeks and hookups later, Annabeth thinks she should probably come clean. Some people might bury it deep, and for sure, Annabeth’s considered it, but, well. It is kind of embarrassing that she didn’t know Percy’s name at first. Stuff like that doesn’t usually bother her--she’s had nameless one night stands in the past, and despite Thalia’s ribbing, she knows that Thalia doesn’t really care either. It’s just that, you know, he’s Thalia’s family, and they’ve seen each other a few more times, and they are planning to continue to see each other a few more times in the future. Or more than a few times. 

Anyway, she kind of feels like she owes it to him. Like he deserves this small nugget of truth, payment for all the times he’s fucked her blind. It’s nagging at her, and she hates feeling like she owes anyone anything. 

Piper certainly seemed to think so, when Annabeth had told her over their monthly brunch date.

“It’s just common courtesy at this point,” she said. “Like, what if you guys end up married and then sell your story to Hollywood, they cast my dad as the male lead, and it comes out in interviews that you didn’t know his name for like a month? He’s gonna get the wrong idea.”

Annabeth wasn’t sure which part was more ridiculous: the movie, Piper’s dad being involved, or them being married.

Anyway, sharing some of her avocado fries, Piper had reminded her that being mean wasn't very punk rock, shutting her up effectively.

She’s out on site in the Lower East Side, taking measurements for plots of land, writing down sun angles and measuring the wind velocity between the brick buildings, when she gets a text from him. 

I’m on a break and I’m starving 😩 Want to grab something to eat?

It’s 2pm on a Thursday and he wants to grab something to eat. If Annabeth didn’t know any better, she’d say that that sounds like a real, honest-to-goodness, bona fide date. (Meeting up at and subsequently leaving bars together does not count as a date, she’s pretty sure. Neither do the booty calls.) He’s been getting a little free with his texts, that boy, sending her selfies and memes and questions about her day, and now this? An invitation to their first, actual date? She should block him on principle, just for the sheer audacity.

sure, wya

520 8th, text me when you get here 😁

That’s another thing: Percy loves his emojis. If this is going to continue, they’re going to need to have a serious talk about that. 

She doesn’t need to text him when she gets there; he’s already outside, leaning on the stone edifice of the building like a particularly jacked rent boy in his tight t-shirt and broody look, cigarette between his fingers. The sweatpants sort of ruin the image, though. He looks particularly comfortable in a way that warms Annabeth right from the inside out. “You know, when Nico said you smoked, I honestly didn’t believe it.” she says, not even bothering to say hi. 

He looks up from his phone and smiles, the sun behind his teeth. “Hey!” 

“Hey, yourself.” She doesn’t even hesitate--she plucks the cigarette out of his hand, taking a drag off it herself. “You been smoking for a long time?”

“Who do you think taught Thalia how?” He raises an eyebrow, bemused. “Is that a problem?”

It is, but it’s not like she can tell him that without losing some of her credibility. “Wouldn’t smoking fuck with your cardio?”

Percy shrugs, conceding. “A little. I used to be a lot worse, but I just can’t quite kick the habit. It’s mostly a stress thing, anyway.” 

“Rough practice?” she asks, putting just enough effort into her lip wobble to make it abundantly clear that she’s making fun of him. “Were the other boys being mean to you because of your tights?”

He grins at her, saucy. “Annabeth Chase, do you really think that NYCB rehearses here? In the Garment District?” But he laughs before she can stammer out an answer (and thank God, she’s lived here three years and can barely keep the boroughs straight, let alone the neighborhoods). “I just wrapped up teaching a class. I don’t have to be at rehearsal until 5, I was thinking we could hang out? Bryant Park?”

A first date at the New York Public Library. She almost hates to admit it, but Percy Jackson might be kind of her dream man. “I believe I was promised food,” she sniffs, but she does hold out her hand, and when he takes it, lacing his fingers through hers, she’s sure that he can feel her heart beating, palm to palm. 

Twenty minutes later they’re settled on a bench in the corner of the green, Annabeth halfway into a ham sandwich and Percy juggling a salad and an iced coffee. He’s been regaling her with tales from the more exciting side of ballet, a side she hadn’t even imagined could actually exist. “So by the time I land in Paris,” he says, taking a sip of coffee, “the guy’s foot has swollen up to, like, twice its original size, and when I finally managed to find some wifi to check my phone, there’s, like, eight missed calls from my mom and my agent, and an email from her that just says ‘READ THIS,’ in all caps, and of course the article is in French, which I didn’t really speak at the time, and I was so stressed that my ADHD made it so I couldn’t even read the Google translation, and I had to ask someone to translate it for me.”

“Oh my god,” she says, struggling to keep it in.

“And that’s how I found out that I’d been moved up to first cast in Le Corsaire, from the poor barista at a coffee shop in Charles de Gaule!” He laughs. 

“That’s insane,” Annabeth says. “And the show was the next day?”

“It was that night! I had to haul ass to the opera house and get warmed up, because I was going on in about four hours. You should have seen the looks on everyone’s faces when I stumbled in, I’m sure that they all wanted to kill me.” Percy chuckles, taking a bite of leafy greens. “Now I wasn’t just the twenty-year-old upstart American, I was the twenty-year-old upstart American who skipped town when I wasn’t supposed to.”

“How did it go?”

“Killed it, of course,” he says, deservedly smug. 

Despite her best efforts, she’s absolutely entranced; he’s a great storyteller. “I bet you break that story out at parties all the time, don’t you.”

He laughs. “Whatever gets the donors to open their checkbooks, right?”

“I can’t believe you lived in Paris. I’ve always wanted to see it.” She’d had a few chances to when she was in college, the semester she’d studied abroad in Rome, but she just never got around to it. Just another item on her long, long list of regrets, placed somewhere between the sketchy burrito from last week and not telling her mom to fuck off earlier when she’d had the chance. “If I were you, I’d never leave.”

Percy shrugs. “It was amazing, I won’t lie. But towards the end I just really, really missed it here. All my family is in NYC, you know? My mom, step-dad, and my sister live here, and Thalia and Nico and Hazel, too. I tried to come back and visit whenever I could, but being away from them was really hard.” There’s something soft and inviting in his expression when he says, “I’m really happy to be back home.”

“What are they like?” Annabeth asks. “Your family. Your non-mob family, I mean.”

He rolls his eyes, but he grins another one of those blinding grins, too. “My mom is the most amazing person you will ever meet. Not only did she support my dance habit, she did it as a single working mother who had to raise an angry, ADHD asshole of a son who didn’t always appreciate her. I don’t even want to know how many hours she had to work or how many scholarships and grants she had to track down in order to pay for me to go to SAB, but somehow she made it work, and managed to write her novel at the same time. She married my step-dad the summer I turned sixteen, and my baby sister was born the next year.” 

Even Annabeth, cynical and black-hearted as she is, has to smile back. The love he has for his mom is so palpable, so tangible, she can practically see him glowing. “And the…” What had Thalia called them? “The ‘Cousin Consortium’?” 

At that, Percy laughs, full-bellied, unrestrained. “The name was Nico’s idea. I didn’t really have many close friends when I was a kid, apart from my buddy Grover--he had to wear this really gnarly leg brace and I liked to dance, so you can imagine how much we got picked on--but we were all really close growing up, since our dads were all assholes. They may have left us emotionally scarred, but at least we had each other’s backs the whole time.”

This is a very Percy thing, she’s starting to realize: he can not and will not hold back on his feelings. He simply refuses to. Where most guys might try to hide or downplay their affection for their friends, Percy’s is written all over his face. Maybe it’s a byproduct of doing ballet, but he’s so unashamed of his love for his friends and his family and his art, that maybe Annabeth kind of wishes she could be included in that love too, if it always feels this warm and joyful. 

“I think it’s amazing that you guys are so close. I only had the one cousin when I was growing up, and we didn’t really talk all that much,” Annabeth says, almost without her permission. Something about him, it’s just so easy to talk to him. He makes it safe to open up.

“The med school guy, right?” 

Annabeth nods. “Magnus. Fifth generation Harvard student. We’re all very proud.” 

Ugh. Even she has to wince at the false cheer in her voice. Percy gives her a half-smile, sympathetic and soft. “Harvard not really for you, then?” he asks, picking up the threads of a long and complicated story, and one that she absolutely does not want to get into right now. Or ever, if she can help it. 

“More like I wasn’t really for Harvard.” Which wasn’t entirely untrue. She had been good enough for the university in Cambridge, Mass--good enough for two degrees and graduation with honors--but she had never been good enough for her mother’s capital-H Harvard. Never good enough for her mother at all, really. 

Percy takes her hand. His fingers are cold from his iced coffee. “Hey. It’s their loss,” he says, with a sincerity and an intensity that makes her blush.

Every part of her wants to pull away. His thumb is rubbing against the joint of her finger, soothing and sweet, and she thinks she may break out in hives from it. “Damn right it is,” she mumbles. 

He is so nice. So nice and hot and sweet. Objectively, what she’s about to do is a terrible idea, and might torpedo a really good thing that they have, but if she doesn’t come clean now her own guilt is going to drive her insane.

“Okay, I have a confession to make.” Percy raises his eyebrows, slurping the last dregs of his drink. “When we met… and then when we hooked up the first time… I may have… thoughtyouwereJason.”

He blinks. “Pardon?” he asks, mumbled around the straw.

Annabeth buries her head in her hands. “Please don’t make me say it again.”

“You… thought I was Jason?”

“Well,” she sputters, glaring at him through her fingers, “you were being all bro-y with Thalia!”

He is valiantly trying to hold in a smile. “You know, I distinctly remember telling you my name that morning.”

“I was really hungover,” she whines, “and you were shirtless and making breakfast so I wasn’t really… paying attention.”

“For a whole week?”

This is so embarrassing, why couldn’t she just keep her stupid mouth shut? “Yeah.” She slumps her shoulders, stuffing her hands into her jacket pocket. “Sorry.”

She’s not entirely sure what she expected: at best a couple of weird looks and a tentative promise to meet up later that would end up not working out, at worst she thinks he’ll just get up and leave her here at Bryant Park. Either way, they’d be doomed to months of awkward interactions, until eventually they wouldn’t be able to be around each other, and Thalia would have to pick a side--and Annabeth’s seen what Thalia does to people who cross her family. She’s seen Thalia beat a dude to pulp for calling Nico the f-slur. Picking Percy over Annabeth? That’s nothing.

So when he starts laughing, Annabeth is completely at a loss. Slowly, at first, then all at once, he’s laughing so hard his shoulders are shaking, and he has to put down his salad so it doesn’t topple over onto the grass. His head is tilted back in joy, the grey, late afternoon light adamant that Annabeth can see all of his features clearly, from his screwed up eyes to his bright, white teeth to the single dimple in his cheek.

Of course, even his laughter is hot. Asshole. 

“You thought I was Jason!” He shrieks.

Annabeth crosses her arms, scowling. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I really don’t mean to laugh,” he giggles. Annabeth can feel her own giggle rising in response, and she ruthlessly quashes it. “I can definitely say I’ve never heard that one before. You do know Jason is blond, right?”

“As a matter of fact, I did not. Besides, you and Thalia look exactly alike.”

He scoffs. “No we don’t.”

“Uh, yeah you do. You, Thalia, and Nico are all basically clones of each other.” 

“Okay, Captain Glasses, whatever you say.” He rolls his eyes, but there’s no heat behind it.

“I’m sorry,” Annabeth feels like she has to say again.

He cocks his head. “For what? For thinking I was Jason? He’s a pretty cool guy.”

“No, for,” she blushes again. All this blood rushing to her head can’t be good for her. “For sleeping with you when I still thought you were Jason.”

Percy scoots closer to her, throwing her a grin and slinging his arm over her shoulders. Without even realizing that she’s doing it, she settles in beside him like she’s been doing it her whole life, slotted up against his torso, tucking her booted feet beneath her legs. “I am choosing to take that as a compliment,” he says, smirking. “You couldn’t resist my charms, even when you thought I was a brogrammer.” 

Annabeth can’t help herself. She kisses him, wiping that smug grin right off his face, and when she finally retreats, after what feels like hours, he looks so dazed she could probably keep calling him by any name she wanted and he wouldn’t even realize it.

After their lunch, they meander for hours, headed in a vaguely southerly direction, holding hands the whole time, a steady, uninterrupted flow that took them all the way from Midtown to Greenwich Village. He tells her about his first day at ballet school; she tells him about her favorite monuments. “There are two architectural environments in America,” she says, ranting, speaking with enough force that she might forget the feeling of his hand in hers, “endless dead suburbia, or cities where every single building is either a concrete or a glass block--and not even Brutalist concrete, just shitty, poorly designed, paint-by-numbers concrete. It is an absolute travesty of modern government that they don’t fund any public works projects anymore.”

“That’s why all the gardens and stuff?” he asks.

“Nowadays everything is built by the lowest bidder. At least I get to add some beauty back into the city.”

“I know what you mean,” Percy says. “Paris is practically overflowing with public works, you almost forget about it sometimes.”

She sighs. “You’re so fucking lucky. Paris is so beautiful and everything in New York is just hideous.”

“Aw, come on,” he says. “Not everything. What about the Empire State Building, or Central Park?”

“Well, obviously, those,” she says, just a teensy bit flustered, but she’s not about to give up the argument without a fight. “I just mean like, normal, every day buildings: offices and apartments and stuff. It’s all so samey and boring.”

He looks to her right, pointing at the building they are passing. “What about this one?”

She turns.

If she had known they were headed this way, she never would have taken them past here.

“It’s… okay, I guess,” she mumbles, staring up at the arched windows, pedimented doors, and Rococo details of Miss Minerva’s Private Pre-College Prep School. A shudder goes down her spine, like someone walking over her grave. “There are better Beaux-Arts buildings.”

Sensing her discomfort, he picks up the pace, and changes the subject.

Finally, he stops outside a nondescript building, turning to face her. “This is me,” he says, a little bit mournfully, squeezing her hand. “Are you okay to get home safely?”

This man is ridiculous; it’s not even dark out. “I think I can manage a few blocks,” she says, lightly swatting him. “Isn’t it kind of early for you, though? It’s only four o’clock.”

He flushes faintly, one hand coming up to rub at his neck. “Uh, well, I always give myself a little extra time--you know, time blindness and everything.”

“You baked in extra time in case I wanted you to walk me home, didn’t you?” She mock-gasps, secretly delighted. “Scandal!”

“Guilty,” he grins. “You’ve been to mine so many times, I was curious.”

She just barely stops herself from laughing out loud at the very idea of Percy coming to her apartment--as if. Thalia hasn’t even been to her apartment. Nobody knows where she lives, none of her neighbors know who she is, and this is entirely by design. “Cut me some slack; a girl’s gotta have some mystery. Can’t make it too easy for you, can I?”

“I have a feeling you’ll never make things easy for me,” he says, white teeth gleaming.

“You better believe it,” she smiles back. “Now that I’ve foiled your plans, are you going to be too bored?”

“Oh, I’ll think of something,” he shrugs. “I’m very resourceful when it comes to boredom.”

Inspiration strikes, and she grasps his hand, pulling him down the alleyway. She almost hates to admit it, but she has something of a Pavlovian response when it comes to hanging out with Percy. Annabeth has come to expect some really excellent sex whenever the two of them meet up, and maybe spending all afternoon with him has made her a little bit horny. 

She presses him up against the brick wall, hidden from the street by the long afternoon shadows, and kisses him. His hands flounder for a second, before coming up to rest on her shoulders, this thumbs tapping against the base of her neck, fingers fluttering on her jacket. It’s an intimate touch, kind of chaste and very respectful, and he holds her with precision and grace. He wouldn’t do anything she wouldn’t want to. This is a date with no expectation of sex on his part. But Annabeth does not want grace right now, spooked by the ghost of her old school. She does not want precision. She just wants him. She just wants to keep him on his toes, keep him interested, blow his mind a little. 

She just wants to blow him, to be honest. 

He squeaks into her mouth as her hands fly to his belt, deft fingers practically ripping it off of him in an increasingly familiar motion. “H-hey,” he says, squeezing her shoulders, “this is--”

“Do you not want me to?” she asks, one hand playing at the top line of his underwear. 

“No--I mean, are you sure? I’m-I’m okay with this, I just want to--”

“I know.” She kisses his cheek, then drops to her knees. “But we’ve got some time to kill, don’t we.” 

Afterwards, when she’s finished with him, Annabeth wipes her mouth, and he whimpers. 

“Ho… holy shit,” he pants, flushed and trembling. 

She tucks him back into his boxers, doing up his fly. “There we go. That was better than being bored, right?”

He nods wordlessly, swallowing, shaking. His eyes are glassy and glazed, stupid like he’s just shot out his brain through his dick.

In the short time they’ve been together (though, honestly, this might be the longest relationship she’s ever been in before… and they haven’t even broached the “dating” conversation yet) Annabeth has been on the receiving end of several different Percy looks. His face will light up with joy when he first lays his eyes on her, so happy to see her (though she can’t really fathom why), glinting like the sun on the water. His eyes will narrow, glaring, even as he furiously tamps down on his growing smile when they start arguing over something stupid, like Annabeth’s affinity for olives. He’ll grin at her, knife sharp and slanted, licking his lips and looming over her after she comes down from yet another orgasm via his mouth or his hands.

Percy looks at her now like someone took a bat to his head, and instead of seeing stars, he sees little miniature Annabeths flying around. 

He pulls her to him and kisses her, entirely too sweet for what she’s just done to him, but that is also a very Percy thing. And when she leaves him with a final kiss on his cheek and squeeze of his ass, she can feel that look burning a hole through her jacket, following her down the alley and around the corner, and she finds that she doesn’t mind the weight of it at all.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Mémoire (Part 2) [End of Arc]

You’re engaged!?

Yep...Sora asked me to marry her and...I said yes.

Awesome! I-I’m so happy for you!

So am I. You two deserve happiness after all you’ve been through.

I think there’s a lot of people who deserve happiness after what’s been going on lately...

...

Ra-Ra? You feeling alright?

Huh? Oh, yeah...

Don’t worry about me...I’m feeling a lot better since...you know...

Yeah...

Sora, listen. I said this before and I’ll say it again.

Nothing you do could ever make us hate you, or spite you, or be mad at you. You don’t need to chastise yourself...

...I know...Sorry Teruya I just...

It’s was a tough experience...I really don’t want to go through something like that again...

...

I...I don’t think I want to remove my shackles again...I’d like to keep them on forever if I can...

Well...I respect that...

Also...I just want to let you know...

Sora and I don’t really want to have a ceremony when we get married...we kind of just want some time to ourselves.

That’s fine. I get it.

Take all the time you need.

Mikado Sannoji is dead...

Ouma, Hashimoto and Nijiue have escaped...

And it’s likely they’re all hiding within Future Foundation jurisdiction areas, so we can no longer touch them...

That’s the report...sir...

I see...Thank you...

Sorry Tsurugi...Things looked to be going really well and then...

Oh, don’t worry about it Mikako...I’m not upset...

To be honest...I really wasn’t betting on catching Syobai and Iroha...And I don’t think Saihara intended to let us either...

What do you mean?

All Saihara really cared about was saving his friend Keebo...to do that, he used them as a bargaining chip...

But it’s clear now that he never intended to allow us to capture them...

So he tricked us!?

Possibly...but even if he did...I’m not too terribly upset...

You’re not?

No...There haven’t been any reports of people matching Iroha and Syobai’s descriptions committing crimes...

So...I’m under the assumption that Ouma tried to put them on the straight and narrow...

So long as they stay away from the limelight...I’d gladly consider it a rehab...

I see...Well, I respect your decision on that account.

Truth be told...I can’t bring myself to spite the Future Foundation over this anyway...It’s only thanks to the Fujisaki Family that Zetsubou’s hacker didn’t breach our system...

But it’s only going to get crazier from now on...

There’s one thing that I’m not that sure about, and that’s why didn’t the Zetsubou Hacker try and save Mikado from the firewall blocking him inside of Keebo?

If he was skilled enough to hack into our system, then...

You almost tracked his or her exact location, so I think they wanted to avoid that...

That, or hacking into our system was merely a test of his skill...

I can’t accept that...

I have no way of contacting them professionally as of right now, but I’d like to at least let the Future Foundation know I’m changing my stance in this matter.

Changing it how?

I just want to inform them that I’m willing to stand by their side in this fight to stop Zetsubou...but to do so, I need their trust...

I don’t blame them for withholding information or not trusting me, but my intentions are always good, even if my methods aren’t...

Tsurugi...

“Heaven’s net is wide, but it’s mesh is fine...”

Huh?

A quote by Lao Tzu, a Chinese Philosopher. I’m saying that no one gets away with anything sneaky in the end...

Oh...they don’t do they?

Huh?

*A light smirk appears on Tsurugi’s face.

What are you saying?

Rei, I really appreciate that you remain professional even when office romance is there to distract you from hard work.

For that, I’m extremely grateful...

What are you-!?

Haha...What did I tell you...? It’s hard to get these things by me.

Easy, easy, I don’t intend to spread the word from the rooftops or whatever...

Take some time to yourselves. You’d earned it.

I don’t know what-

Ah!?

...

...

*Rei is cut off as Mikako grabs her arm.

...

A-Alright...Thank you sir...

Haha...No problem.

Mr Ouma!

Ah! Hey you guys!

*Kokichi returns to his cabaret club, greeted immediately by a worried Iroha and Syobai.

How’d you’re little “shopping trip” go? If that’s really why you left.

Actually, I did grab some supplies while I was out...Just went to go seal the deal with a few old friends now...

I see...

Say...You’re trying to stop these “Organization Zetsubou” asshole’s that Sannoji was working with, right?

Yes? Why?

I know it probably ain’t my place but...

Count me in. If you need an army, I’d be happy to join it.

I...

I would too! I-I’m not that strong or useful, b-but if Mikado was working with these people, they must be bad people!

I-I don’t want something like a killing game to happen again!

...

It’s good to know you guys have my back but for now...

All I’m really concerned about is that it’s getting late and we open soon! Chop chop!

You got it!

Heh...Sorry. I’ll get everything ready...

So you’re Chihiro’s dad, right?

Yes, he’s my son. One I’m very proud of at that...

...Thank you...

You were part of the Demon Hunting Game too, right?

Yes...I got out with some injuries, but I got out nonetheless...I see the same happened to you?

Yeah, but...Hey, a metal arm’s pretty badass, don’t you think?

Haha...I suppose so.

Actually, now that this whole spat is over, the two of you are free to do what you want...So...what are you going to do?

Well, I was actually thinking of moving back to Towa City and finding a job there...

Really?

I know the place should probably bring back a load of bad memories, but...It’s not a nice place when you think about it.

Besides, Toko and Komaru are there. I should probably drop in and say hi every once in a while.

Well, if that’s your decision, then fine. I can help you get settled in for a few weeks if you want?

That sounds great. Thanks.

What about you dad?

Um...A-Actually, I’ve been meaning to talk about that...Hey, Chihiro?

Yes...?

Would um...

Would you mind terribly if I were to ask for a job? To work in your branch I mean?

...!?

I-I would be honored!

...

Hey! Shuichi!

Hey.

*Kaede comes up with two boxes of packed lunch, and they sit down on a park bench. She hands one of the boxes to Shuichi and they dig in.

Thanks for the food!

Kirumi made these for us. I told her she didn’t need to worry, but I changed my mind when I saw how delectable it looked.

My advice would be to not ask too much of Kirumi, but don’t try to stop her when she goes out of her way to do you favors.

Oh, I know...I remember having trouble with that in the past...

Ah, it’s so good to have my memories back...

Even if...most of them are pretty tragic...We’ve sure been through a lot, right?

We sure have...Though, I’m not sure if you’re talking about the killing game, or this past week that feels like it���s been several months.

Shuichi...

Yes Kaede?

I don’t know if I said this already but...Both during the killing game...Before the killing game...And after the killing game at the Hairdressers...

We’ve met each other 3 times now...and each time...I’m really glad that we did...

I agree...You’re a really special person to me...Not everyone gets to meet a “Kaede Akamatsu” after all...

Are you sure about that? Kaede’s a pretty common first name...

*They laugh together, and instinctively, Kaede shuffles along the bench until her shoulders touch with Shuichi’s.

You know...I always one day thought I’d be able to see the real sky with you...

I guess some dreams really do come true, huh?

I’d call this a miracle more than a dream coming true to be honest...

Yeah, I guess...

Oh, and Shuichi...There’s one more thing...

What’s that?

...

You really do look a lot cooler without the cap on...

...

[End of Arc]

[END OF SEASON 1]

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'New faces' : an new chapter for "Redemption of a Bell" is out !

Chapter Summary : After waking up and been explained what happened by Dutch himself, Bell, still recovering, has no choices but to stay at Horseshoe Overlook, prompting her to make talks with the others....

To read it on AO3, click here !

Taglist : @snowgoldwaylon , @clxudtea , @efingart

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An job to do.....an job to do....Yeap, I definitely got an job to do and I have to make contacts with the others for the first time in my life. Dutch told me that I couldn't leave like that with the Pinkertons looking for us and since, it was since an long time that I didn't actually talk with someone. Maybe after all, staying here is maybe going to be better & perfect than wandering away without nobody to talk with but now....where to start ?

That was the only thing that was preoccupying me after Dutch left the cliffside : it was like the easiest thing to say but the hardest to do in reality. To who I could talk first in this whole camp ? I have no idea....so after taking an deep breath and making sure that I will not stupidly fall on the ground like I did minutes earlier because of my wound, I decided to finally move away from the cliffside to get myself back into the camp....

This place were now getting into life but each time I was passing near someone, there were like an moment of discomfort of me to be near those peoples, trying to open my mouth to say something, to present myself to them but there were something blocking me to do so. I was almost going to make another turn around the camp until I saw Hosea, drinking an coffee at the table that was near the place where everyone saw him, getting Williamson's head inside that barrel. Without any words, I moved to get sit in front of him.

"Bell." He smiled at me, his iron cup in his right hand as I was sitting, without speaking any words.

"Hi, Hosea." I finally spoke up, sounding like an shy girl....was it something I am ? Shy ? "How you've been doing ?" I asked him, fully stressed to talk to him as my hands went together under the table, trying to look away.

"I'm fine, enjoying an good coffee while I was going to read an book very soon." He replied with great enthusiasm, his eyes looking around the camp as me, it was the table I was looking. "What about you ?" He demanded, gesturing with his head towards my torso, seeing the bandages over my white shirt.

"Well, I thought that I was hit by an horse at full-speed when I woke up but since, it's getting better." I responded, taking an look too before passing my hands towards the three places I was wounded but that little move on the one in the shoulder, maked me moan silently in pain. "Actually, not so better." I corrected myself, causing him to break an little laugh.

"Next time, don't touch them too hardly." He advised half-serious & half-joking.

"Yeah, I will try to." I raised my left shoulder, the one that wasn't hurt before making an little grin before an silence came between us...it was weird for already 20 seconds. "So....uhm...Dutch told me about what happened." I broke the silence as I couldn't resist anymore...I needed to make talk.

"I hope that you were too much frightened by the news." He suggested and honestly, I was hesistating between saying yes or saying no because I was still alive and well but also trying to recover from 3 bullets that I receive.

"I was just surprised in fact about the days I spent to sleep." I told him clearly.

"You were not opening your eyes when we healed you and we couldn't let you die like that." He said to me and it was obvious for them to do that. "And I think that Dutch must have say it to you but you got lucky that him & the others find you in the mountains." He added.

"He told me that." I muttered in an happy tone before putting my arms on the table, looking around. "Now, it's all feeling weird for me." I stated, seeing those peoples living an normal life despite hiding from the authorities. "I don't know these peoples and...it seems that...well, I think I'm shy."

"If you were shy, were you going to talk to me ?" He smirked at me before putting down his iron cup on the table, he got an point. "I know that you aren't the type of person to be around people but it's better that you find an way to integrate yourself here." He argued about that, saying the same thing like Dutch before.

"In here, I only know you, Dutch & Arthur." I exclaimed, trying to find Arthur around but he wasn't looking to be here for the moment. "But now, wandering alone isn't really an option." I contended myself about that choice....staying here is better.

"You understand everything, Bell." He commented that before his look was focusing behind me as he started to spread his arms, like if to greet someone. "Hi, Arthur." He spoke up, turning around to see Arthur in his usul clothes : blue shirt, his light brown west.

"How's things, Hosea ?" Arthur started, making an sign with his hat to Hosea.

"Very good, been talking to Bell about everything." Hosea responded, causing Arthur to look at me curiously before repeating what he did with Hosea to me.

"Nice to see you back up, Bell." Arthur offered his hand to me and I accepted it, shaking hands with him. "You got some strenght in you, lady." He scoffed, an smile on his face.

"All I've got for the moment." I said, pointing at my torso before breaking an laugh out of us.

"I think you should get along with the others, Bell." Hosea suggested as I was getting up from my chair, to let him enjoy his coffee and an book he was getting out of his jacket. "Arthur, if you can help her...." He told him and Arthur nodded.

"Come on, let's make you meet the boys." He ordered as I started to follow him away from Hosea to get on another part of the camp...at another table that was this time an circled one where there were only person near it, alone and seemingly playing with an knife, he was looking mexican. "Javier !" Arthur greeted him.

"Oh, Arthur, you already come back here." Javier expressed his joice to see Arthur back here before his eyes went right on me, full curious.

"Javier, this is Bell, you remember ?" Arthur presented me back to him before turning around to look at me. "Bell, this is Javier Escuella, been with the gang for almost 4 years now." He added as I moved to shake hands with the man, keeping his knife in his hands.

"You could also say that I'm the singer and musician of the group." Javier joked, gesturing to an direction behind him with his head and it was surely pointing at an small tent with an guitar near it.

"I would like to see that." I exclaimed with an smile, curious about it.

"Yeah but we ain't fleeing the Pinkertons because of Javier's voice." Arthur scoffed him too, an small laugh out of his mouth. "Where's the others, Javier ?" He demanded.

"Well, Bill is back to sleep after he tried to shot her down while been totally drunk before Hosea make him drink water, Lenny is in Valentine to buy something and Micah...for him, I don't know." Javier replied, raising his shoulders about the last one. "I was thinking that we have now 2 Bell in here." He stated, causing me to narrow my eyes.

"Wait, there is another Bell in here ?" I questioned Arthur, looking around me because I was thinking that it was maybe an brother....

"Yeah....must forget to tell you that." He started, scratching the back of his head. "By the odds, we got another member also named Bell but for him, we prefer to call him Micah...or 'rat'" He clarified to me, whispering the last word not so loud to me. "Hopefully, you two got nothing in common except your name." He added, somehow sending an feeling of relieve in me...mostly because of the word he used.

"And not like him maybe." Javier suggested but I raised my shoulders, not fully knowing this Micah Bell perfectly to make an opinion and by hearing both of them, that wasn't pleasant for an start.

"I didn't see John, where is he ?" Arthur demanded.

"At your guess, he's with Lenny in Valentine." Javier replied in an low voice as Arthur put his hands on the table, not sitting on the chair near by, still standing up.

"Damnit, can he be just an father for Jack for good ?" Arthur muttered, looking down before he put his head, watching in an direction where this little boy I saw earlier, sitting with his mom on an tree trunk....so he's named Jack.... "Since we arrived here, he's always volunteering to go away from the camp."

"I can't tell you, Arthur." Javier complained, looking at his knife in his hands.

"This John...what is his problem ?" I asked both as I was nearly lost about that story nonetheless.

"It's hard to explain but he got an child with Abigail but he still thinks that Jack isn't his." Arthur answered to me, still looking at their direction away before he removed his hands from the table to put them on his waist. "If you want to know more, wait and since, you can go talk to her." He proposed

"Why not ?" I whispered, mixed about this idea before he was going to walk away until Javier stop him.

"Arthur, why don't we make an little Five Finger Fillet game ?" Javier suggested, showing his knife to Arthur and it was enough for Arthur to come back and to get sit in front of Javier, removing his gloves away on the table.

"Let's see if your knife isn't going to hurt yourself." Arthur exclaimed, getting out his own knife on the table.

"Well, my time is up, I'm leaving you both." I said, wanting to let the two play their game on that table and not actually wanting to see blood for the day.

Now that I was back alone, having let Arthur & Javier at that table, it was suggested that I go talk with this Abigail, still sitting on that tree trunk while she was watching her son near her, his hands on some flower to grab them in his hands. I was hesitating at first to go see them, not wanting to scare the little Jack again after what happened earlier this morning but Hosea was now peacefully reading an book, Dutch was in his tent near by, resting an little so it was my only option....I walked slowly towards the two.

"Hi." I started, slowly waving at Abigail and as I thought that Jack was going to run away, he wasn't paying attention, still in his things.

"Oh, hi, miss Bell." Abigail waved at me back, her voice sounding very pleasant to hear. "How are you ?" She asked me.

"Well, I can say that I'm fine." I replied, trying to move my right shoulder an little, putting my left hand on it to ease the pain in case. "Uhm....I think that we didn't get the chance to present ourselves."

"I already know you but you don't know me." She said in an clear and happy voice. "I'm Abigail Roberts Marston." She presented herself, offering her hand to me and like Javier & Arthur, I gladly accepted it, feeling that nice touch on my hand. "For the moment, it's just Roberts." She added in an normal voice.

"Oh ?" I breathed.

"Let's just say that my husband....John....ins't really present to take care of his son." She muttered, her eyes on her son, an little grin on her face. "Some must have told you that as I maybe heard."

"Yeah...uhm...Arthur told me that with Javier." I explained, looking at the two far away, still in their game of 'Five Finger Fillet'. "Uhm...I wanted to say that I'm sorry for having scared your son." I apologized to that event, feeling an bit bad for that.

"That ? Don't worry about it." She reassured me, gesturing that it was nothing with her hands. "He couldn't know that you were awake." She added.

"Look mom what I did !" Her son...Jack...spoke up, almost surprising me on the spot as he moved to get back to her mother, holding an made necklace with flowers on it. "Do you like it ?" He demanded to his mom that was taking the necklace in her hands.

"It's beautiful, Jack." She affirmed with an smile, saying the truth as me too, I was finding the necklace very nice.

"How do you like it, miss ?" Jack moved to look at me, asking me the same question.

"I like it too, kid." I smiled at him, telling the whole truth to him before he turned around again.

"I'm gonna see what we're eating, mom." He told her before he got an kiss from her on his forehead and then, she let him go away to the direction I was coming from, an big smile on her face to see him.

"That's my little boy." She exclaimed, talking to herself before she looked away at the horizon. "If only his father could be an real one...." She whispered, now sounding sad.

"It must be hard." I commented about that situation she was facing and she nodded. "I'm not the expert here but I hope that you will be okay." I said, not knowing anything about that type of thing....been lonely in my life must have done something to me....

"There's better men than John here but he's his father." She told me as I was looking around, trying to spot the others but I could only see Javier & Arthur, still playing and by looking at it, Arthur was winning, seeing Javier not so happy. "And you ? You ever got someone ?" She asked me.

"No, never was." I responded, passing my hands through my face. "Been wandering all of my life alone." I added but before I could speak more, I was interrupted by someone making loud noises in the camp.

"The strew is ready, you can come eat now !" It was the voice of an man shouting but I couldn't recognize it at all.

"Must be Pierson." Abigail said as she got up from the tree trunk she was sitting on, giving me the name of the person who was yelling at everyone in camp. "It was nice to meet with you, miss Bell." She affirmed, nodding at me before she start to walk away, leaving me alone and going to where this 'Pierson' was yelling and me...I was quite surprised of all these talks I had went well....

But I guess that this day is far to be done !