#s: haru x drew

[potatomountain]

CIY CH 28

Chapter Twenty-Eight

📍Pairing: detective ateez ot8 x detective afab reader 📍Summary: "Sharp Words" 📍WC: 3.2k 📍AU: detective/mafia 📍Genre: action, dark romance, poly romance 📍Warning(s): mentions of torture/r@pe, mentions of minor character death, a few punches, angst 📍Beta readers (and sole motivation): @yourfatherlucifer, @flurrys-creativity , @bunnliix, @adelusionforyourthoughts and occasionally @daemour 📍AN: just like a little warning, these last few chapters will be emotionally packed and quite angsty. While there is comfort, there is also the characters each reacting to what happened in their own way and it has made me cry a lil. While it is made obvious what has happened to reader in this chapter, once more no details were given just a brief description of the damage of her body. If this is something that makes you uncomfortable or you just dont feel up to sharing these emotions with these characters atm, that is perfectly fine- please take the time to read this when you feel up to it. It's not going anywhere i promise! 📍dividers and banner made by me! ageless blocks will be blocked immediately if you interact with this post

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Somehow, despite Yunho’s speedy driving, you fell asleep by the time they arrived at their shared home: a small industrial building on the south river that was repurposed as their base of operations. It was also Hongjoong and Seonghwa’s main residence.

Hongjoong had Jongho take you right to the master bathroom, which he followed. Jongho didn’t want to set you down to undress you, so with the hot water running from the multiple shower heads, they both stood fully clothed as they washed you up. Jongho was careful to keep the water from hitting your face, turning you slowly and as carefully as he could while Hongjoong was just as gentle cleaning the blood - and dried semen - off your body. 

It was an effort to remain calm, both freezing up when you made any movement to wake. How you managed to sleep through the entire shower, which was not quick by any means, only had them concerned. While it made sense you didn’t sleep during your time held hostage, it still hurt.

Stepping out of the shower they were faced with the dilemma of getting you dry despite both in their soaked clothes. A knock on their door drew their attention, Yunho freshly changed and standing in the doorway. “Hwa sent me as back up.” 

As if handing off a fragile valuable, Jongho gently handed you over to Yunho and into the towel he had. He didn’t take his eyes off you, pain burning brightly in them. Hongjoong did the best to comfort their youngest, patting his back to avert his attention. “Let’s change and then regroup with everyone. She needs her rest. Is the doctor here yet?” Yunho nodded, already leaving the bathroom. “I’ll send her in once I put Butterfly down. She said it was best to keep her naked until after she examines her. I’ll stay with her to put her in something comfortable after.” “Good. Clothes- ah thank you.” Hongjoong trailed off as Yunho pointed to two piles of clothes on the counter before leaving with you.

Once both men were dressed in clean clothes, and Hongjoong was sure there was no more blood on him, they left to join the others downstairs, passing the doctor Haru sent on the way.

Seonghwa had changed and cleaned up as well, standing behind the large sofa that both Yeosang and Mingi were sitting at, San pacing off to the side. There were no remnants of the rescue mission on any of them: no blood or dust or dirt. As if reading his mind, Seonghwa spoke up. “We didn’t want any reminders of what happened in case Angel woke up and saw us. Is she…?” “She slept through the whole shower and is now being checked out by the doctor. Yunho is going to stay and get her comfortable after.” With a deep breath, Hongjoong crossed his arms over his chest. “Let’s make this quick, I want a debrief.” “Now?” Mingi gawked, swallowing any other retort at Hongjoong’s glare. “Right. Um, Yeosang?” Yeosang glared at him for throwing him under the bus, but sighed and relented. “She never left the safe house.” He knew what they wanted to know the most, how you had gotten caught. Why you hadn’t been safe. “After Seonghwa let her go and joined you to fight off the Blood Hounds, she tried to find you both.” He swallowed hard, remembering what he had seen on the screen at the time, the pride he had felt followed by the fear. “Some had stayed behind after you both gave yourself up. You were barely in their van when she… she killed one of them, and then got caught. They had her in a different car.” “By the time Yunho and I got there, she was long gone.” Mingi added on, looking up at his leader. “Yunho thought it would be a good idea not to let the others know right off the bat, considering San was knee deep in Viper territory and Wooyoung was the middle man for some negotiations. He didn’t want to risk either of them getting too emotional.” “You didn’t tell me until the day of!” San swiveled on his heel as he snapped at him. “I could’ve been out looking for her sooner!”

“San, he has a point.”

“Don’t give me that shit Seonghwa! She was held hostage and tortured, and the fact no one told Wooyoung is-” “You haven’t either.” Yeosang chimed in nonchalantly. “He just knew about Captain and Hwa.”

San however looked away with obvious guilt on his face, broad shoulders somehow getting even more tense. “Of course I didn’t. He would’ve-” “And you would’ve too.” Hongjoong brought the attention back to himself. “Both you and Wooyoung will act first, plan after, especially if it would come to her. So if we wanted her back to us alive, Yunho made the right call.” That was the reason he was third in command. He made smart and logical decisions even in the middle of chaos. There were times both Hongjoong and Seonghwa had needed Yunho to keep them levelheaded even, especially when it came to you. “But we will have to tell him now. Once she’s a bit more rested.” “You know… it was shocking how Jongho reacted.” Mingi pointed out, drawing attention to the youngest who had been silent behind Hongjoong. “You volunteered to work on it, looking around the area the van was last spotted at well through the night.” Jongho was visibly uncomfortable at the topic, swallowing hard. In fact he was avoiding everyone’s gaze. “I thought they were going to kill her.” Silence fell over the room, a solemn tension as they each thought of how they would’ve felt if the Blood hounds had actually killed you. Would it have spared you from the torture? No, chances are they would have tortured you until you died. That just left how empty they would have felt with you gone, the guilt that would eat them alive.

They were still wrestling with those thoughts as Wooyoung strutted in up the stairs, letting out a sigh of relief. “You’re back!” He ran over with the intent of hugging them, but slowed once he got to San, noticing his body language and how the bigger man seemed to shrink away from him. “Sannie? What happened?” No one wanted to be the one to break the news, but they couldn’t hide it. Seonghwa and Hongjoong shared a look while Yeosang pulled out his tablet to look through the camera’s; he probably had one Junghoon on surveillance back at the precinct so he could be here for you. Mingi very obviously avoided looking at Wooyoung, even Jongho couldn’t hide the guilt on his features. Wooyoung looked at each of them, expression hardening as he realized quickly they were keeping something from him. Before he could question however, the door to the closed off loft, Seonghwa and Hongjoong’s area, opened and down the steps the doctor descended. Wooyoung’s eyes narrowed, recognizing the woman. “Dr. Handong?”

The woman adjusted her glasses as she stepped forward, adjusting the bag over her shoulder. “I finished my examination, it’s just like you had said. Most of the cuts done were pretty shallow, but there were some older ones that were pretty deep. My best guess is due to struggling.” She had ignored most of the men and spoke directly to Hongjoong and Seonghwa. “No broken bones that I could make out, though her ankles and wrists are swollen from the binds she had been in. I left some painkillers and instructions for her care with the one upstairs and I can send over a female nurse to oversee her care for about a week?”

“Can someone explain to me what’s going on? She’s not talking about our Goddess is she? Why would she be all banged up?” Wooyoung’s voice rose an octave as he barked out questions, a tremble that grew with each word. “Wooyoung…” San reached out for him, but the man dodged him and stepped more in the room. “I think you know why.” Hongjoong moved to block Handong from Wooyoung’s view, needing this taken care of first. “Is there a reason a female nurse needs to be present? We can take care of her can’t we?” “No offense, but from my experience women don’t tend to lean on men after one has assaulted her in this way for days. She’s torn up pretty bad there, and it’s going to hurt and be uncomfortable for her to use the restroom, maybe even sit. It’s likely she’ll prefer female company, and a nurse would be able to make sure she is properly cleaned so no wounds get infected.” Handong replied coolly, unaffected by the reactions of the men. “You can leave the decision up to her, call me should she request one. My lady also extended the offer to have her recoup with us.”

“She’s not going anywhere!” Wooyoung’s shout startled Hongjoong enough to glance back, not at all surprised to see the fury and pain on his features. “Her home is with us and we’ll take care of her. My mom knows that.” He hissed out, pulling his arm from San’s grip and marching past the others. 

Mingi stood up to try and stop him, but Wooyoung was nothing if not quick. Jongho however grabbed him, yanking him back from the stairs. “Will you stop, she’s sleeping.” “Oh now you give a damn about her? After all the shit you said, you care how she is?” Wooyoung snapped out, struggling against his grip. “Let me go! You all did a fine job taking care of her after all.” “Wooyoung that’s not the case and you know it.” Hongjoong followed him in an attempt to help Jongho pull him away. Seonghwa had swept in and was seeing Handong out, the others rushing in to also keep Wooyoung from disturbing you. But he could be a force to be reckoned with, especially when it came to you recently. He climbed over Jongho and onto the stairs, both of them scrambling and beginning to fight. Somehow Wooyoung was on top, connecting a fist to Jongho’s jaw and giving up on passing him. Instead, he released his anger out on him. “Stop keeping me from her!” “Woo!” San reached for him again, just to be elbowed back. The stairs were too narrow for them all to intervene. “Shut up San! It’s his fault! If he hadn’t been so dead set on keeping her out just because of his hurt pride she wouldn’t have been there! We could have kept her safe better!” He brought his fist down again, Jongho catching it and rolling them over and held him down. “Will you shut up! She’s sleeping!” Jongho hissed out, pinning his arms above his head but that didn’t stop Wooyoung from squirming under him. “Like you give a damn with your ‘I hate all women now that I was two timed by one’ mentality! Seriously get over yourself! You’re just fucking pissed your ego got hurt.” He spat out, earning a punch from Jongho that had his head hitting the concrete stairs. “You don’t have room to talk, throwing a fit she didn’t fuck you first.”

Suddenly Jongho was yanked off, surprisingly by Hongjoong, and pushed back into the others that held him still. “You two, enough. We can bitch about who’s fault it is all day but that does nothing to help her right now. It happened, she’s hurt, right now she needs-” “Don’t tell me what she needs, Captain.” Wooyoung hissed out as he sat up, glaring at Jongho intently. “San and I both told you all how well she fits. How perfect she is for us. But you didn’t want to believe it, insisting she was going to play us just like that bitch did you. She’s dead now, would it take her dying in your arms to get through your thick skull that she’s not like that?! Is that-” “No!” Jongho’s broken cry interrupted him, shoulders falling as he vehemently shook his head. “She might as well have when I caught her today. I knew she would get hurt if she got wrapped up with us and she did! I was-” “Right? Are you happy you are?” Wooyoung wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand, staring him down. “It was going to end up this one way or another. Either we killed her off or she ended up as one of us. Captain said so, Jongho! But you kept fighting! Every time we made a vote you insisted no, and this was an all or nothing decision!” Jongho winced at his words, looking away and fists clenched at his sides. “I know… I-” Yeosang stepped up to him, taking his hands in his for silent comfort. Just as he did, San made his way over to Wooyoung, hesitating to see if the man would even let him approach.

Wooyoung did, reaching out for him. “Am I wrong Sannie?”

Instead of answering, the man pulled Wooyoung onto his lap and held him. “Let’s not fight. Please? She needs us right now and… I need her to be okay.” He buried his head in the crook of Wooyoung’s neck, breathing him in as he held on tight. Wooyoung softened significantly, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and holding him closer. “Oh baby, you’re right. I’m sorry… I can’t imagine how this feels for you.” Now that it seemed Wooyoung was calming down, focusing more on finding comfort and giving comfort with San, Hongjoong let out a long sigh. He moved to offer comfort as well, just to wobble and lean against the railing. “Shit…” They had been so concerned with you that Hongjoong had forgotten that he too had suffered torture, even if it was no where near as extensive as yours. It had been days since he ate or drank anything after all, and then somehow finding the strength to pull Jongho off Wooyoung? He was starting to crash from the adrenaline, now in the safety of his home, all of his lovers safe and secure.

Mingi was the one to catch and support Hongjoong when his legs gave out, having been silent the whole time. The man had his thoughts on the situation, but no one was in a condition to listen. “Should we get takeout?”

The simple question had a few of them laughing, food on no one’s mind but definitely on their stomachs with the few growls that resounded. 

“No need, I’ll cook.” Wooyoung lifted his head, voice strained from the silent tears he was finally letting slip. “I don’t plan on going anywhere any time soon, Sannie and I can take care of our baby girl upstairs.” “That’ll be good.” Seonghwa called out from across the room, finally rejoining them. “Joong and I will eat and then rest down here. We all can take turns sitting upstairs with her in case she wakes up. We don’t want her to be alone.” Hongjoong nodded, leaning into Mingi and thankful for the support. “We’ll need some of you to be out on the field, but we can rely on Minjae and the others to oversee the Pirates main functions for now. Wooyoung can do a lot of work from here as can Yeosang so…” “I’ll have Yechan bring me some things from my place at the precinct, I don’t want to leave.” Yeosang chimed in, his entire focus still on Jongho. “You want to stay too, right?”

Slowly he nodded his head, leaning into Yeosang. “My jaw hurts.” Yeosang cracked a smile while Wooyoung laughed. “Good! My strength training is paying off. Soon I’ll have San sized muscles!” “Oh please, like we need more muscle.” Yeosang teased, taking Jongho over to the couch. Mingi also took that as a sign to start helping Hongjoong over to one of the couches around the large open spaced area. After setting him down, he helped Seonghwa. Wooyoung and San had gotten up and made their way to the open kitchen with the intention of feeding and taking care of the others. San started grabbing drinks while Wooyoung put all of his energy into cooking. Were any of them really okay? No. Silence fell over them as they busied themselves with whatever task, but every single one of them constantly glanced over at the windows of the loft, the black curtains hiding the room and any sound inside. They fretted over when you would wake up, over what your reaction would be, and so forth.

Wooyoung made a small feast and had it laid out on the coffee table so Hongjoong and Seonghwa could eat easily, the others also digging in with uncharacteristic silence. No flirting from Wooyoung or fight stories from San. No old man jokes from Jongho or mom and dad moments from their Captain and Vice. No teasing Mingi, or shenanigans that usually surrounded them when they ate together in this place.

Nothing but a heavy weight on their shoulders that didn’t feel any better with each bite. Wooyoung finally convinced Hongjoong to let him take food up to Yunho and for you, the man rushed up the stairs with a tray after he fretted over making it pretty for several moments. Stepping into the room he held the tray tightly so as not to drop it, but his heart felt like it fell through the floor. Yunho was on the bed with you on his lap, sobbing as he rocked back and forth gently. He looked up when Wooyoung entered, making a motion to keep quiet, but it drew your attention.

You lifted your head just as Wooyoung set the tray down nearby. Seeing the tears run down your swollen and red eyes hurt, but not as much as when you dislodged yourself from Yunho and lifted your arms up to Wooyoung.

The man burst into tears, easily sweeping you into his arms as he sat on the bed next to you. “It’s okay baby girl, you’re safe now. We aren’t going to let anything like that happen again.” You sniffled and sobbed, burying your head into the crook of his neck. “Wooyoung- don’t leave me.” The broken tone just tore at his heart even more and he sobbed silently into your hair that smelled of Seonghwa’s shampoo and conditioner. “Course not Goddess, how could I leave you? Never again you hear? I love you too much for that.” His own voice trembled with the confession, hands rubbing up and down your back, recognizing one of Mingi’s shirts that he kept here. They all had some clothes kept here and it was a joy to see you in them, to have you smelling like them and holding onto him like this. He just hated how it came about. 

His confession seemed to relax you, the soft touch of your dried lips on his neck sending a shiver down his spine as you breathed him in. “I love you too.” Just as his words had eased your mind, your confession eased his. He moved to lay you down under the blankets, continuing to hold you close and comfort you as best he could. 

He’d keep on his promise, never again would he leave you.

Taglist- in reblogs!!

AN about the Taglists: So to make sure that when Case: It's Us has a taglist of readers I know are reading and interacting, I will be redoing the taglist for Case: It's Us. To apply for it, I'll have special instructions on the last chapter of Case: It's You to do so. SO if you are part of the Case: It's You taglist, keep in mind it won't be carried over unless you follow the instructions I give. And considering that Case: It's Us won't be posted until late Janruary-Early March (the exact date isnt decided yet, i have a busy end of the year so i do not want to make promises), it will be best to be put on that Taglist so you know when it's available. If you have ao3, I recommend following CIY on there, in which I will make an announcement on CIY when CIU is up on ao3 and you can subscribe to it for notifications that way. I post the ao3 and the Tumblr versions usually the same day or back to back days (its easier to post on ao3 as opposed to here where i need the warnings and tags for each chapter. Thank you for loving and following along to Case: It's You! Hard to believe two more chapters after this! If you've read the note, I would appreciate in the comments or in your reblog which of all characters of CIY are your favorite! As well as which one you would like to see more of! (yes I know Jongho please don't hate me) With Love~ Doom

[ewitsren]

hi! can you maybe do reactions when the reader sees them getting into a physical fight with someone and gets scared (maybe from ptsd?) with ran, rin, sanzu, & hanma please? thanks :) also love your writing you’re so talented!

their s/o getting scared seeing them fight ft #ran, #rin, #sanzu, #hanma

pairings: haitani ran x reader, haitani rin x reader, haruchiyo sanzu x reader, hanma shuji x reader

cw/tws ⚠️: fighting, mention of blood, swearing, abusive parents, bullying, drug usage

requested: yes

barrista's note ☕: OMG I HAVENT BEEN ACTIVE FOR SOOO LONG i hope u see this and enjoy it darling 😭😭 i can barely keep my eyes open so i'm leaving hanma for later :(

#ran

ran had taken you out on a date in one of the clubs haitani brothers owned in roppongi cause you felt like dancing. and it was fun, until the leader of another gang tried to lay his hands on you. ran had dragged the guy out into an alley and both of them weren't their prettiest version to look at. you couldn't stand the sound of two men hitting each other, sight of the blood spilling on the floor gave you a sharp headache; reminded you of how your father used to hit your older brother.

"ran..." you couldn't even find the strength to call out his name so you sat down on the floor, wrapping your arms around your knees as you cried. ran, recognizing the sound of you sniffling even while he's fighting, handed the guy over to his men before kneeling next to you.

"darling i'm so sorry, okay?" you felt his hands running through your hair. "i try so hard not to get into a fight when you're around but that bitch was hella outta line." his other hand drew circles on your back as you shifted your head from your arms to look at him. he gave you a little smile and cupped your face before kissing every inch.

"let's get you home, 'right baby?"

#rin

it was a regular day, rin was checking documents for business in his office and you were reading your book laying on the couch, but not after some guy you didn't recognize barged into the office and attacked rin.

"y/n, get out, go to ran's office."

all you could think about as rin yelled was the sight of your 10 year old self cornered by bullies and getting beaten until you passed out. you tried to breathe but you choked, collapsing on the floor as you tried to get to the door. tears started streaming down your face as if the scars all over your body still hurt like they were made yesterday.

rin sweared and dragged the passed out guy to the corridor before shutting the door and kneeling in front of you.

"honey, look at me."

all you could do was to sob as he pulled you to himself, leaning your head on his chest and stroking your back.

"y/n, it's okay baby, i'm sorry 'right?" he kissed your forehead. "you're always safe with me, no one can hurt you."

rin tied your hair with your hairclip on his wrist before you tilted your head to look at him, his hand lingered on your nape, slowly stroking it to calm you down.

"look at my babyyy!" he pouted. "your eyes are swollen and your nose is red. let's go home and i'll take care of you, 'kay?"

#sanzu

it was an ordinary night for you and sanzu, him getting high on drugs in the back of the club as you sat on his lap and kept yourself busy with whatever you had in hand. sadly, your routine was disrupted when the rival gang members busted the place. before you could get a grasp on what's happening sanzu was there beating the shit out of some guy, swearing and talking about how he couldn't have a second of peace in this shithole.

suddenly all you could hear was your childhood friend crying for help as the older kids ganged up on him and beat him up as you sat there helpless, knowing you were too weak to interfere.

"haru, stop!" you were sobbing while sanzu kept beating up the wrecked up guy.

"huh? why ya cryin', doll?" sanzu threw the guy on the floor and made his way to you. he wrapped his arms around your body as he stroked your hair.

"shhh, stop crying; yeah? 's okay now darlin'. let's take you home, i'll make you forget about all this shit, yeah?" sanzu kissed your lips and picked you up.

"nothing bad's gon' happen when 'm with ya."

@ewitsren 's work, do not translate/repost on other apps and platforms

[thatjustmakesyouabetacuck]

[pernicious-pastas]

Oh my god your writing is 💗💗💗🥺🥺🥺 could I request a possessive ej with a smol s/o?

thank you so much !! 🥺 I've gotten a couple asks with similar requests of ej x a short reader so enjoy the treat ej fuckers LOVERS

Possessive Eyeless Jack with a short s/o hcs !!

☀︎︎ When Jack gets possessive, you're in for one hell of a ride

☀︎︎ He’ll try to attack anything that makes noise outside of the cabin, to the point where it's kinda funny as long as your life isn't in danger

☀︎︎ He'll be scrambling to get outside within seconds of an unfamiliar noise. once, he searched the exterior of your cabin for two whole hours when there was a small knock on your roof during the night (it was an acorn)

☀︎︎ “let go of me y/n I kNOW IT WAS ONE OF THE TRYING TO KIDNAP YOU” “JACK ITS 3AM” “THEY’RE ALL INTROVERTED NIGHT OWLS Y/N. I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE JEFFREY WOODS DON’T MAKE ME FIND YOU-”

☀︎︎ Turns out Jeff was hiding out in a tree above your cabin drunk off his ass trying to scare Jack by throwing acorns, he could only throw the one before Jack came outside (Jeff then clung to the tree for dear life trying not to be seen by Jacks paranoid ass)

☀︎︎ You later found the acorn and drew a face on it, his name is Jeffrey Jr. and he sits on Jacks side of the bed as a reminder to calm tf down

☀︎︎ Okay I got kinda carried away there, now onto you being a shortie

☀︎︎ >:)

☀︎︎ He's naturally the big spoon. He likes to wrap his arms all the way around your body like one would a pillow

☀︎︎ You watched Beastars with him and he immediately compared you two to the main characters, and ngl you can kinda see it-

☀︎︎ Once Ben watched it, he asked if Jack kinned Legoshi as a joke. Jack didn't shut up about it for a week after he found out what kinning meant

☀︎︎ “Y/n we need to cosplay Legoshi and Haru!” “Jack why would we- wait how do you know what cosplaying is?” “Ben told me :D”

☀︎︎ You told Ben off after that

☀︎︎ I GOT CARRIED AWAY AGAIN AAAAAAA

☀︎︎ Anyways,,,

☀︎︎ With Jack being 6’4+ (in my headcanon), you kinda need him to help you grab anything that's in the cabin

☀︎︎ It was specially made for his tall ass after all

☀︎︎ Want a plate from the top shelf of the cabinet? Sure babe. Need a window opened? Hell yeah i’m helping! Need to immediately close the window because I'm too afraid a coworker will kidnap you as blackmail? You betcha!

☀︎︎ He's very scared about it

☀︎︎ You're just so small!! tiny!! You could be squished like a bug D:

☀︎︎ Honestly though, he very much likes that you're so much smaller than him. It makes him feel important because your life is in his hands when he's protecting you, that he can keep you safe you from anything that could harm you

☀︎︎ he still gets nervous from acorns though

[exi-dentally]

No Brainer - Kim Yugyeom x Reader

Title: No Brainer Author: Haru. Rating: Fluffy!!!

Senior year. The year where everything is supposed to count; the most stressful part of High School - y'know, aside from the examination period at the end of each semester. Lots of people congratulated her, though, exclaiming that they'll miss her at the end of all this, how she should make this year the best and good luck. But, she didn't quite like Senior year, for one reason and one reason only - the multiple of ways her future could alter because of this; anxiety was getting to her. Stepping into her first period class, which happened to be Chemistry for grade 11, the girl timidly walked to the front of her classroom, taking her seat far from the noisy, annoying 11th graders. Glancing at all of them while they spoke, she tilted her head. Was I ever like this in 11th grade? Nails done, hair done nicely, make-up perfectly done... What did I do back then? She then heard the teacher clear his throat and she immediately sat down, opening her red, army printed notebook to its first page. The teacher was explaining to them about the Quantum. "When electrons jump from one orbital of lower energy," The teacher took out a white board pen and drew the nucleus of an atom, rings around the nucleus to make the orbitals and colored in dots to represent the electrons. "To a higher energy one," He then drew a curved line for an inner shelled electron to go on over to an outer shelled orbit. "The electron absorbs a quantum light. This process is called--" "Excitation." The girl quietly said, raising her hand. Score on impressing the teacher! That's how you get University scholarships - study ahead and make sure you're on the ball~! The teacher smiled and nodded his head, writing the word 'excitation' on the board before continuing along with his lesson. "Electrons that are located at higher energy level than their original level are called excited electrons. In contrast, whenever an electron jumps from a higher energy orbital," The teacher then picked a random electron on one of the outer shelled orbit and drew a curved line to signal the electron jumped to a inner shelled orbit. "To a lower one, an electron emits a quantum of light." Ding! Went the bell as the students starting to pack up their stuff. As the 11th graders were grabbing their phones from a clear container located at the front of the classroom, on top of the green, alphabetically labeled with white stickers cabinets, the teacher made sure to announce the homework to his students, which happened to be a hellhole amount of homework - two hours worth?! Are you trying to kill me, Sir? The girl waited as the students piled out of homeroom and made her way over to the library - or how the school called it, learning commons - to spend her time to 'study' during her spare period. "So, how was your first class?" The teacher who was supervising the learning commons for the students who had spares, spoke, smiling as she marked (Y/N)'s name present on her 'class' list. "Fun? You told me you had an interest in Chemistry." "Eh, it was okay," The girl replied, placing her binder she had taken with her - which was Mathematics; she needed the extra study time for their upcoming quiz next period - and placed it on the side before picking up a random pen from a white mug which read: 'Don't touch me, I'm reading!' and signed in on the clipboard. "I was dead tired from studying last night, so I couldn't stay awake much for the first half, but then when he talked about something I was self-studying for, I managed to pay attention at least a little." She picked up her binder once again and smiled at the teacher before making her way over to the tables situated in the middle of the library. Deciding on a nice, round, wood-looking table near the window, she placed her binder beside her and slunk down onto the red, plastic chair. "I really think my teachers are out to murder me." She muttered as she opened up her math binder, already cringing at the problems in front of her. Who really had the time to turn improper radicals into mixed radicals? Besides using it now, when is this ever going to be handy? Before she started cracking onto the books, the kind librarian / teacher walked over and plopped something onto her table, making her look up. "I thought you might wanna try this, (Y/N)," She said in a mesmerising voice, making the girl nod. "It's like those toy magic 8balls, and, I'm guessing that was something popular in your era." "Yeah, I remember playing with it as a kid." The student replied, before watching the librarian off. So, Magic 8-ball pen, what kind of questions shall I ask you. The obvious ones were probably the first things that came to her mind, making her giggle with every answer that came with the clicking of the pen. "Is prom this year going to be a complete disaster?" Click. "Wow, 'Dude, no way!'. I guess I should trust you, huh?" She laughed to herself as childhood memories started to flood into her head as she remembered shaking the 8-ball to reveal the 'magical' answer to all of her 5-year-old life questions. I wonder. Just for jokes, she bit her lip and asked the pen, her thumb hovering over the clicker. "Am I ever going to date Kim Yugyeom from Got7?" Her heart beat quickened as she spoke. Who wouldn't? The sliver of hope of dating your idol / bias? Then again, why take advice from a silly toy? Eh, it was worth a shot. Click. "'No brainer'." She whispered and tilted her head. No brainer is basically an answer to a question that requires no brain to answer to since the answer is so simple... Does that mean the answer's no? Maybe. She tried again with a different question. "Is Kim Yugyeom from Got7 my soulmate?" Click. "'No brainer'." So does that mean a yes? Or a no? Goddamn, stupid, freaking pen! Give me a straight answer!!! She then put the pen down and shook her head. No, who depends on a pen to give her the answers to her fate - but then, 'no brainer' could also mean no... "Oh, fuck, just give me a straight answer," She huffed as she pushed her seat backwards slightly, lightly banging her forehead on her binder, missing the rings. "I at least need some closure on this bloody thing."

A/N: Literally, this happened to me, today. The stupid pen was pissing me off because I didn’t get a straight answer, but you know what, I’ll just pretend the answer was yes.... Just to satisfy me. Btw, someone give me a Magic 8-ball, I miss those.

-H.

[harunnn]

32 Things About Me tagged by  .*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*  @kawaiijohn .*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*  

1)  ☆ﾟ Name: Huda / Haru 

2)  ☆ﾟ Nickname(s): Haru, Harunnn, ya boi harg (the g stands for Gay™ as explained by Gator), Gyaru, Huda yare (somalian. lang. Little Huda, a pet name), your friendly furry friend, ShirtlessMen

3)  ☆ﾟ Zodiac sign: Taurus  ♉   4)  ☆ﾟ Height: 5′7″ / 1.74 m 5)  ☆ﾟ Ethnicity: (Finnish-born) Somalian/Black? tbh I’m confused too 6)  ☆ﾟ Birthplace: Turku, Finland 7)  ☆ﾟSexual orientation: Asexual & Demiromantic

8)  ☆ﾟ Favourite fruit(s): Pears & Passionfruit & GUAVA !!! 9)  ☆ﾟ Favourite season(s): Spring / Summer  10) ☆ﾟ Favourite song(s): Currently it’s Magic by Mystery Skulls (feat. Brandy & Nile Rodgers)

11) ☆ﾟ Favourite flower(s):  Lupin flowers... the white & purpe & pink ones! 12) ☆ﾟ Favourite book(s): Twilight’s first book Eclipse has a special place in my heart because it’s the only book I finished reading in a long time. The Harry Potter - series (which I need to finish haha.....)   

13) ☆ﾟ Favourite animal(s): Siberian husky & Snow tiger 14) ☆ﾟ Favourite beverage(s): Tea / Coffee with lots of cream n’ sugar / Mcdonald’s Frappé lmao (I’ve been drinking them for 2 years straight) 15) ☆ﾟ Favourite fictional character(s): Present Mic & Eraserhead from BNHA, Yukiya from Soryanaize Darling, Shoma from Rivals Schools... Kouga from Inuyasha, Ian Salvatore from the Vampire Diaries... there’s a lot orz

16) ☆ﾟ Dream trip: I’d love to visit a country with a friend! I also want to go see my long-distance friends! 

17) ☆ﾟ Killed people: Not that I’m aware o---- oh I guess I did that one time I drew this shirtless Aizawa

18) ☆ﾟ Siblings: 5 little brothers & 1 older sister & 1 older brother 19) ☆ﾟ Horror films?: I won’t say I liked this but Sinister I & II .... I’m still creeped out, but I do enjoy horror films when I can watch them with someone, I’m curious like that.... 20) ☆ﾟ Reason to smile: Great food, friends, art, as of late hanging out at friend’s streams 21) ☆ﾟ Questions you are always asked: “What time is it for you, Haru?” & “HAVE YOU SLEPT AT ALL??? GOD”

22) ☆ﾟ Favourite food(s): Spicy food, junk food, home-made version of the Indian Butter Chicken - rice

23) ☆ﾟ A gift you currently want to receive: Mmm... not sure more money 24) ☆ﾟ OTP: Aizawa x Mic / JR x Zawa / Toshi x Inko / Bakugou x Ochako / Danie x JR / +UltraH x Nix / Takito x Isaacito / Glasses x Zawa

25) ☆ﾟOne thing that changed about you: I no longer have a buzzcut lmao (it was for a short time, I wanted to try it out before seriously trying to grow out my hair.) My goal is to have my hair reach my butt !! Currently they are past my shoulders.

26) ☆ﾟ Your first ship: BAMBAM AND PEBBLES FROM THE FLINSTONES!! 27) ☆ﾟ NOTP: I guess Adult x Underage ships? Incest - ships too... 28) ☆ﾟ Fear that you want to conquer: I want to stop avoiding conflict at the expense of my comfort (I will rather suffer than argue over something... it’s bad)

29) ☆ﾟ Favourite fanfiction(s): I don’t read enough fanfiction to have favorites but I really like Kurikuri and Sevi’s fanfics!

30) ☆ﾟ Favourite sport(s): Drawing & lazying around & pestering my friends (I did actually use to run but I’ve gotten lazy)  31) ☆ﾟ Birth of your blog: 2010 but I really started using the blog around 2012 (I also had hiatuses here and there) 32) ☆ﾟ Followers: 711 (yeah I’m surprised too? I don’t deserve y’all. This fool thanks you!)

Tagging: @isahnas, @d-lynx, @indygnayshon, @nofluffynobunneh, @mammonlovesmoney, @juustozzi, @bindingbrand, @nepeptaleijon & @knerzig