#so if the course is lead by that same professor I met in the end and it's good and the money is good... I mean why not make maps instead

[a-hermit-pining]

LaDS in Hogwarts AU

AN: Hi anon, thank you for requesting. This was an awesome one to write. Some of these could be multi chaptered but alas I am a woman of few words and even meagre attention span.

Request: a request!! harry potter au :D love and deepspace and harry potter are my two favourites ^^ thank you!!!

Pairing: LaDS boys x gn reader

Ingredients: 100% Fluff (damn, this is rare)

My Fav: Sylus and Caleb...this is a trend (tell me which ones you like pls)

Xavier:

He is the legacy Slytherin. Pureblood prince of a faraway kingdom, the kind with a family vault older than the castle and buildings named after them.

He sleeps through class but still scores the highest. Doesn’t take notes, but his potions always come out textbook perfect, somehow even better than the textbook.

Even Snape, ever the grump, seems to favor him.

He was your enemy. At least, he was supposed to be.

The nepo baby. The one who walked into Hogwarts with an heirloom wand and a last name that made professors stand up straighter.

You, who ran away from home for magic, scraping together acceptance letters and scholarships, walking into the castle with nerves and nothing else. You, who earned your place.

You hated him. Hated how the system seemed built for boys like him. How Slytherin’s points climbed every time he so much as blinked. How he didn’t fight for the respect he got. He just had it.

And worst of all? He was nice.

Quietly. Gently. Infuriatingly nice.

He held doors open without thinking. Helped carry books for first-years. Always paired with the struggling students in class because, “Well, they need a win, don’t they?”

He never rubbed it in. Never gloated. Never treated you like you were less, which made it worse, somehow. Because you wanted to hate him. Needed to.

But then he looked at you, really looked at you, and smiled like you were someone worth smiling at.

And that… was the beginning of the end.

Rafayel:

You sighed when yet another chair was dragged next to yours at the Hogwarts staff table. At this rate, they might just push you off the end completely.

But alas, such is the fate of a muggle-subjects professor in a school where “Calculus” might as well be a curse word. You’re used to the disinterest, the disapproval. The dark arts will always win over derivatives.

You’re halfway through mentally drafting your resignation letter when the new professor takes his seat, by replacing his legs with an enormous siren tail and dramatically splashing half your legroom away.

"Hello," he says, smiling with too many teeth. "Rafayel. Art professor. Lovely to meet you."

You stare. Shake his webbed hand. Stammer your name.

And then it hits you.

Arts. No magic.

Another outsider. Well—not quite the same. But close enough.

To your complete dismay, Rafayel’s subject is met with none of the disdain yours is. Students flock to his class like he’s handing out enchanted paintbrushes dipped in prophecy. Somehow, he’s the cool muggle professor.

You want to be mad.

But he keeps bringing you snacks during staff meetings. And drawing you in charcoal between grading.

So maybe you forgive him. A little.

Zayne:

“Classroom windows need to be elevated above the two-foot mark,” the man drones, leading you through Hogwarts like he built it himself.

The Ministry has to be trolling you. There’s no other explanation for sending him again.

Zayne. The most regulation-obsessed official alive. The man who’s turned passive-aggression into an Olympic sport.

“Yes, of course, Zayne,” you smile with false sweetness. “Filch and I will get right on it.” (Translation: I will do it while Filch glares and mutters about unions.)

He ignores you. Of course he does. Groundskeepers aren’t worth Ministry time.

Then he stops, turns, and hands you a thick folder. “Every storage hinge in the castle needs to be updated to a new spell protocol. Instructions inside.”

You want to hurl it at his head.

Instead, you smile. “Got it.”

What you don’t know: Zayne spent weeks compiling that list. Researching every obscure policy he could dig up.

All just to have an excuse to come talk to you.

He even bribed Filch to stay out of the way.

So that later, when you’re elbow-deep in cursed cabinet screws, he can show up with dinner.

Professionally, of course.

He’s not an amateur.

Sylus:

The newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was… a piece of work.

Many a student, mostly girls, a few brave boys, and one very dramatic portrait on the third floor, called him a work of art.

You agreed.

Which was fair, considering you hired him.

Sylus. Your oldest friend. Keeper of far too many of your secrets. Former war general, occasional assassin, and man bound by an ancient oath not to die. Because of course he is.

Was it an HR nightmare? Absolutely.

Did it matter? Not even a little.

You’re the principal with the most peaceful term Hogwarts has seen in decades. No cursed classrooms. No dark lords. No goblin incidents in the West Tower.

They can’t afford to question your hiring decisions, not when it’s working. Even if “working” currently includes the students placing bets on whether the two of you are dating, dueling, or doomed.

There are whispers. Screams, really. Squeals in the hallways every time Sylus leans a little too close during staff meetings. Every time he calls you, by your name, letting go of the official address, with that knowing smile that turns half the seventh-years into puddles.

You pretend not to notice. You also pretend not to see the doodles left behind in your healing arts studies classroom, little hearts drawn in ink, a chemical formula twisted cleverly into your ship name.

"Ten points to Ravenclaw," you murmur with a smirk, holding up the notebook for him to see.

Caleb:

They called it the sweetest story in Diagon Alley.

The Quidditch coach who kept showing up at the same little pub after every match, “for the butterbeer,” he claimed.

(He absolutely couldn’t handle it. Turned red after two sips. Giggled after three. Once tried to do a victory dance and knocked over an entire broom display.)

And the innkeeper, you, who always kept a room open. “Just in case,” you said, as if he wasn’t the reason you looked out the window every Friday night.

Together, you became the unofficial mom and dad to every half-injured, half-homesick player who passed through. Post-win snacks. Pep talks before tryouts. Holiday dinners for those who didn’t go home.

You weren’t just a couple. Your relationship was a blessing.

So of course, when Caleb finally proposed, it had to be with the team. After a big win. Pub packed, cheers echoing off the enchanted ceiling.

He slipped the ring into your butterbeer. A cute idea, in theory.

But you’d just taken a deep sip when he got down on one knee.

Cue: choking, gasping, sputtering.

Half the league panicked. Someone shouted, “She’s dying!” And Caleb, red-faced and frantic, performed the Heimlich in front of two full tables of junior league athletes and at least one reporter.

The ring did come out. Eventually.

You said yes, coughing.

He cried anyway. Ugly, happy, overjoyed tears.

[waterdeepwife]

Gale Domestic Headcanons

Pairing: Gale x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Gale and Tav/Reader are married, both negative and positive headcanons of loving this nerd, typos, NSFW INCLUDED AT THE END, Gale loves you so very much, I think that’s all?

Living with Gale in his tower definitely takes some getting used to. Especially for him since he is so used to being alone, but he also has to help you adjust to him and his domestic habits.

Bossy- I can definitely see Gale being a little bossy when you first move in together, but only when it comes to where stuff goes. He has a chaotic system and he knows where everything goes, so why are you trying to move stuff around? No he doesn’t want all the potion bottles in the same section, they are separate based on size and what he uses them for.

He tells you where everything goes and expects you to just get used to his system. Even when it’s a mess and things are where they shouldn’t be. Which leads me to my next point…

Messy- Gale is messy. Books, potions and magical artifacts are everywhere. There’s a stack of books in the bathroom. Old potions sitting among the spices in the kitchen. A glowing, strange looking magical item sitting on the night stand. No, don’t move it he wants it there.

I can see him being the type of guy that leaves piles of clothes everywhere, he hates doing laundry and would rather magic them clean and away when it gets too much. Laundry would definitely be one of your chores in the tower.

I think dishes would be a shared chore. As he often has half empty cups of tea or water, and even glasses of wine EVERYWHERE. Especially stacked up in his study, if you just finished dishes and he brings more in. Gale will give you a sheepish look and says he will handle it.

Work Habits- Gale loves you and would never fully ignore you, but he can get wrapped up in his work. Both from research as a wizard and also papers to grade as a professor. All of these things can make him come to bet later then you’d like him too. I feel like this if the biggest ‘flaw’ he actively tried to change, or balance out. If Gale sees you sad or missing him he will find ways to fix the issue. Do you like to sleep in the mornings? He will get early get some work done, then go make breakfast for you to wake up to. If you are an early bird? He will wake up with you, spend all morning with you and giving you attention before going to work.

Cooking- I don’t think Gale would want to share the ‘chore’ of cooking. LET HIM COOK FOR YOU. I feel like this can go along with his bossy and pompous attitude, he knows what he is doing. He knows what he likes and what you like, so just let him pamper you. Feeding you is another one of Gale’s love languages. He thinks he is the best damn cook in the world, next to his mother of course. If you pout enough he will let you help him make dinner, but he still wants to do most of the work.

Provider- Gale is completely devoted to you, he loves you and wants to show you how much he loves you. Now this can come in different forms depending on the marriage you want with him. He can be the ‘breadwinner’ and you can stay home, or you can both be the breadwinner. I think Gale would favor being the breadwinner because he can spoil you and come home to you, but if you want something different he is happy to adjust. I don’t think he’d ever be the stay at home type, because he truly does love teaching the kiddos, and I think he’d get bored.

Gale was rich before you met him, so money will never be an issue for you guys. Which is why he offers to let you stay home if you wish, but he just wants you happy. He isn’t the type of man to be “this is my money!” No it’s money he is bringing home to you, to support and care for you. So he gives you free rein, unless you have spending problem (like me lmao), then he will be a bit more active in controlling finances.

He loves you, but do you really need three different versions of the same thing? (Like dresses, jewelry, or whatever you are into idk).

Affectionate- Gale is very affectionate, and that only amplifies when you two settle down. He always gives you kisses everywhere; lips, forehead, cheek, hand, and even neck when he tries to get you riled up. Hugs every time he sees you, even picking you up and spinning you around for a moment. Gale’s favorite thing is when you are in the sitting room, your legs in his lap as he reads to you with the fire crackling.

Obviously he will respect your personal space, whenever you need it. Especially if you need some time alone, he understands. Gale prefers to be together all the time, but he knows you need breaks sometimes.

Considerate- As soon as you accept his proposal he is already planning things back in Waterdeep. He wants to make sure you feel right at home as soon you walk in! As you two begin the journey to Waterdeep, Gale puts his plans in action without you even knowing! It’s supposed to be a surprise! When you finally get to his tower you find that some of things has been moved to make room for your things! In the closet in the bedroom is some dresses/clothes that is exactly your style. Gale knows you, what you like, and how you like to dress. He feels so proud of himself when he sees how happy you are! When you ask him how he did it he simply says “magic!” And refuses to explain further.

Spoiler alert: the visits from Tara weren’t just visits, Gale was asking her and his mother to help make preparations for you.

NSFW BELOW.

Sex is almost daily. Now that you are in the privacy of his tower he will have his fill of you every day. Gale wants to make you scream his name, since you had to be quiet back during your adventure.

He still takes his time, reminding you how beautiful you are, how much he loves you, and how lucky he is that you’re his wife now. Gale goes slow and passionate the first night in his tower, knowing there we a thousand more nights of love making to come.

Loves to have sleepy morning sex with you, but sometimes he also just loves to please you with his hands or tongue. I can see you two lying together cuddled up in bed, your hand slowly stroking his cock and his lazily pumps his long fingers in and out of your wet pussy.

You will always come before him, he refuses to let himself come until you do. You are his wife, his everything, your pleasure comes first.

Gale has fucked you everywhere in the tower in every position. Missionary in the bedroom, bent over his desk in the study, riding him in the bathtub, having duplicates of himself pleasuring you on the balcony. He’s dry humped you in the sitting room, you’ve palmed his clothed erection while he cooks dinner.

Begs to eat your pussy every night, even if you’re not up full blown loving making. Your sweet juice is his dessert. If you tell him no he will understand and not push it further, he is a respectful pussy addict.

[bnpd]

black swan

in which you were once a girl with dreams and aspirations, before it was swept right from under your feet.

"i love your eyes," he'd said before stealing the light right out of them. 

pairings: law-firm-ceo!gojo x ex-ballerina:pole dancer fem!reader warnings: heavy angst, sexual assault, hints of being video taped while under the influence. brief mentions of stalking, obsession, abuse of drugs, coercion (none of these things are done by gojo, this is NOT a dark gojo fic), ending is kind of a cliffhanger???, reader is kind of emotionless.

NOTEᝰ.ᐟ : writing this was </3, pls enjoy. ballerina pictures edited by me. please watch these tik toks for a visual of readers dancing (she does NOT look a certain way, imagine her as you please) pole dance 1 : pole dance 2 : pole dance 3 : pole dance 4 : pole dance 5 :

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you used to be an ambitious young woman. your previous everyday life was defined by schedules and a plan that was expected to last you for as long as you would have wanted it to. as long as you kept working and pushing towards your goal, nothing could come between you.

at the age of 17 you got into a prestigious school of arts for ballet. you lived and breathed ballet. it was your everlasting passion. whatever happened in a dance studio was between you and your ambitious heart. 

your parents supported you through it all. they funded your practices and everything in-between–from attires to entrance fees for special events.

they were more than proud and excited for you when you shared with them the news of your acceptance. it was like their dream came true through you. your happiness was theirs. 

thankfully the university was not more than 2 hours away from home, so coming and going was as easy as filling in a coloring book. 

weekdays were spent in studios for dance, and regular sit-in classes for your core courses. not that it interested you in the slightest, but you excelled none-the-less. 

whereas weekends were split in between extra studio practices (saturdays) and at home (sundays). some days you had to stay on campus to participate in rehearsals for upcoming showcases, competitions or the events themselves. for these occasions your parents were happy to drive down there to see you. 

never missing the opportunity to see their darling girl.

you were an only child. it’s why your parents always spoiled you. they made sure nothing was missing in your life. it’s why they were behind you in every decision you made, making light of the good and bad.  

3 years as a student and you were at the peak of your dance career. you were constantly booked for the lead roles in ballet recitals, sought out for tips from the lower classmen, praised by your professors, acknowledged constantly by your peers, and offered countless opportunities to advance in your pursuit of your goal. 

it was possibly the happiest you could have been. 

unfortunately, good things don’t last. no matter how much you want them to, or fight against all forces to prolong them.

in your last year as a student, tragedy struck. you met a boy. a boy who would soon ruin everything you worked so hard for. 

a man, who at the snap of his fingers, could demolish every single step you’ve carved out for yourself. 

you met him on your way to class. he had dark black hair with white strands grazing the tips of it. chocolate brown eyes that reflected against the sun. he was tall, some could say handsome, and a charming yet unjarring smile. any girl would fall for him. 

just not you. to you, he was a distraction–an unsettling one at that. 

he had introduced himself to you as naoya zenin (bitchass naoya). a sweet name for the devil in disguise. he never failed to emphasize the last name: zenin. a remarkable yet well-known name. given that it was the same one as the president of the school. 

the declaration itself caused a nasty shiver to run down your spine at the mere thought of it. 

one thing lead to another and he continued to pursue you, in which you continued to politely decline. 

“i’m sorry but i’m not interested in a relationship right now. you’re a great guy, surely there are many girls interested in you.”

“yes, but they're not as great as you.”

it was then that you realized that he wasn’t necessarily interested in you. but rather what you brought to the table, which was ultimately, the status of a talented young woman at her peak. 

men like him want someone they can have around their arm. they want someone that’ll make them look good. someone to be there as an accessory to their greatness. 

unfortunately for you, naoya came to the conclusion that it had to be you. whether you liked it or not. 

no way in hell were you going to let this boy use you this way. so, you didn’t, but he offered an ultimatum. 

“alright then, why don’t we just become friends then?” you had to play it safe with a boy of his status.

you accepted. what was the harm in a friendship, you knew you wouldn’t have time to maintain it anyway. with how busy your schedule was, he’d get bored, lose interested, and leave you alone for good. 

but the zenin’s are insistent, and naoya was no different. 

always at your doorstop. constantly sending you messages, looking to hangout, begging to see you or know your schedule. anything that you knew, he wanted to know. 

so you would leave him on delivered, seen, or just completely decline his advances. 

if he wanted to be your friend, he had to know that this is how it was going to be. and that simply didn’t work for naoya. 

“come on. just one party, and we’ll leave it at that.” 

“fine, but im leaving at 10, i have a dance rehearsal tomorrow morning at 8”, after this you were going to put your foot down and let him go from your life, given that he’d brought nothing but distraction. 

“wonderful” was, sadly, the last thing you remember from that night. you woke up the next day, wearing clothes that weren’t yours, in a room that wasn’t yours, next to someone you most definitely recognized, and a camera pointed in the direction of your sleeping position. 

your heart was in your stomach. you remember the countless notifications on your phone, the one you found tossed haphazardly on the floor of the living room in the unfamiliar apartment. the way your hands trembled like an after effect of a drug that was yet to wear off.  

you quickly and anxiously looked for the remainder of your things. after gathering it all, you zoomed out of the apartment, praying that whatever you may have thought happened at the apartment didn’t. 

a buzz came from the back of your jean pocket, but you ignored it. desperately trying to get to where you needed to be: dance rehearsals. you tried to ignore the weird looks you received while on your way to the studio. 

after arriving, you dashed to the locker room, thankful to your past self for always being overly prepared, having had an extra pair of ballet shoes and practice clothes. 

quickly changing into the clothes you're quietly and quickly slipping into the dance studio, positioning yourself in the back. hoping your instructor does everything but notice your tardiness, but as the top student of the program, your presence goes anything but unnoticed. 

“miss LN,” your professor's voice echoed painfully across the studio and her tone made you stiff, “a word please.”

you felt about 20 sets of eyes turning to look at you. you follow behind your instructor, entering her office stationed beside the massive studio. 

you hear the door shut behind her, yet you remain rooted in your spot in front of her desk. 

“why are you here?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. her eyes were nothing but deep pools of emotionless cobalt, and her dark red stained lips do nothing but give her a harsher look. 

you’re a little taken aback by her question, confused to say the least. “excuse me?” you chuckle awkwardly and nervously. 

“we had a dance rehearsal this morning at 8 for the upcoming showcase, didn't we?” you question. 

she purses her lips, “yes we did, but i am afraid that statement no longer includes you.” she says coldly.

you stare at her with wide shocked eyes. “by the look on your face i am quite certain you are not aware. i suggest you check your email.”

she rounds her desk once again, heading for the door, but halting her movements to get her last words in, “and by the time rehearsals are done, i want your locker cleared out, and your access key to the studio left on my desk.” 

the door slams shut behind her. the slam of the door echoes into the deafening silence.

you’re shaking in your seat. what the hell is going on?

remembering you left your phone in your locker—given that the only thing you’re allowed to bring inside the studio is a water bottle. you retrieve your cellphone, and unlock it. 

you tremble a little as you scroll through the endless amount of messages, until you settle on the email sent by the institution. 

Dear Ms. YN LN,

It is with deep regret that we inform you that after careful consideration we have decided to terminate your position as a student at our institution. Effective immediately. 

We also have to acquaint you with the reason for this decision. On May 24 of 2025, we received an anonymous tip accompanied by a link to an adult website. The link featured a public accessed video of you, in which you were identified, and another faceless individual engaging in less than appropriate behaviour. This video was reviewed by a university appointed council to verify your involvement. 

While we respect personal freedoms and the autonomy of our students outside of the classroom, participating in publicly available adult content, undermines the core values of our university.

A permanent notation reading “Dismissed for Conduct Violation” will be placed on your academic transcript. This status may impact future applications for admission, transfer, or professional certification.

We encourage you to take this time to reflect on the importance of personal accountability and the broader implications of public conduct.

Sincerely,

Naobito Zenin Dean of Students  Office of Student Conduct and Academic Integrity Shibuya School of Arts University

now, you’re 25 years old. existing in a bustling city with nothing worth living for. 

after you read the email, your entire world fell apart. you cleared out your things from your dorm and the locker room.

you didn't break the news to your parents. so, you pretended that you were still attending school. your plan was complete school in any way shape or form. but higher education comes with a price. an expensive one at that.

it was difficult. the video blew up and it completely shattered your reputation. not like it was your choice, considering that pieces of that night were foggy to non-existent.

however, things never stay hidden forever: your parents somehow found out about it. so you ran away. back then, you didn't think you could have faced your parents. you still don't think you could. you were a coward.

the only thing that plagued your mind was that the image of their picture perfect-talented daughter was completely tainted.

what would they think of you? how could you face them after everything that happened?

fearful that they'd somehow track you down, you left everything behind. took a bus to the next city over, and stayed with a dear friend of yours: utahime.

utahime worked at a nearby high school as a supervisor. she insisted on helping you find a job, but who would hire you? most definitely not a school.

the only thing you knew to do, was dance. so, you looked up strip clubs looking to hire pole dancers, and came across a decent ad online.

it’s sickening how fast anything can be swept away from beneath you, even as you stand on it. some are lucky to remain standing, while others fall straight on their ass–like you. 

you weren’t supposed to work tonight, but your boss called you, hoping that you’d perform a solo show tonight. he said he’d pay you double your regular pay. something about a big name in the crowd tonight. 

you couldn’t care less. you needed the money. 

you tuned out the rest of the call after the talk about the pay. it was an offer you simply could not refuse. 

even if it meant missing utahime’s monthly gathering dinner. you’d just have to explain to her when you arrived at the apartment later tonight. 

you fix your lip stick in the tiny mirror taped to the door of your locker, making sure it’s perfect. 

you swallow the lump in your throat when you remember how it felt to get ready before a rehearsal, your mom was always there to adjust your hair accessories, but now it’s just you. 

“geez angel, leave some for the rest of us will you?” your coworker beside you jokes. you have moved to adjusting the straps of your tight pink performance bra when she breaks you out of your melancholic day dream. 

angel. the stage name given to you after your audition for this job. something about the way you danced resembled that of a soft angelic ballerina. 

you still remember the way your face slightly dropped at the mention of it. 

you find nothing humorous in her statement, nor her implication. 

the locker room however, finds it quite enlightening, “yeah angel, always stealing all the clients”, the grip on your locker room briefly tightens in an attempt to ground yourself. i don’t mean to, you internalize. 

you’re far from proud about what you do, dancing on stage in front of men makes your skin crawl. it wasn't necessarily about dancing on a pole, but rather who you did it for.

their faces full of lust and dark fantasies make your stomach churn. the look on their faces shows you how their sick minds envision you. the way they’d jump on stage if given the chance.

despite it all, it’s about whatever keeps you dancing. regardless of the audience, this was the only way you could continue your passion. in some sick way, it was the last piece of yourself you could salvage.

your expressions stay neutral, staring blankly at the vacant inside of your locker room. a stark contrast to everyone elses. while they have pictures, sparkles or some sort of personal touch. yours is lifeless and empty. 

you’re starting to feel a little resemblance to it. 

you sigh and close your locker room, body glitter at hand. “sorry,” you mutter, not really knowing what else to say. 

glitter particles stick to your body as you spray it all over yourself. 

“angel you’re up next,” calls the stage manager. years ago, the words would have thrilled you, now they fill a void–a void you try to fill when you pretend you’re doing something else on stage. 

you tighten your mountain high heel straps and make your way over to the stage. 

you shut down your conscious when you take the first step of your heels lands on the stage.

the lights dim and your hand grips the pole. you shut your eyes, and pretend you’re somewhere else dancing ballet. 

a place where the music is something else, and your purpose belongs for your own pleasure. a place where no man could hurt you again. 

the music starts, and you dance. 

2 HOURS AGO

gojo feels sick to his stomach. it’s his 29th birthday and geto thought it was a bright idea to bring him to a strip club. 

“come on loosen up,” he says, patting him down. they’re both still in their expensively tailored work suits. fresh out of a boring birthday dinner with the higher ups. 

gojo shoves geto away, “how can i loosen up when we’re here?” he bites back, “at a fucking strip club,” he says in disgust. 

geto gives him a look, “hey”, he warns him with a level headed look, “don’t be such a dick, i know you’re just being an asshole because of how pent up you’ve been with work.” 

gojo stares at him with an unimpressed stare. any other day he’d be more than happy to just be anywhere in the city doing anything that wasn’t work related. 

however, the mountain of piled up work cases he has to look over sit—not only physically, but mentally—as a constant burden. 

he’s been needed at work more than usual. all thanks to his grandfather who had stepped down as the CEO of Gojo Law Co., and stood up as the chairman. he had handed down the business to gojo less than a month ago. 

with absolutely no heads up. anyone can imagine how stressed he is. 

thankfully, geto was promoted to president. 

given how powerful they were as a duo in the courtroom, one can only imagine how great they’d do managing an entire firm.

geto sighs before looking at gojo, “listen i get it, you want to live up to his standards, but you can’t do it with a stick up your ass. so stop moping around and try and get your dick wet once in a while. you didn’t seem to have a problem doing it in college.”

he slings his arm around gojo’s shoulders and drags him into the strip club. 

thankfully, gojo doesn’t put up much of a fight. 

-

a whiff of cigarettes hits gojo’s sensitive nose immediately. 

the place seems well kept, better than most he’s seen in the past. security seems tight and well established, given the big bulky men stationed in different parts of the club. the music is loud and the lights are dimmed down, and different colors dim in and out. 

it’s quite a massive place. it’s spacious now but he knows that during rush hour it’s incredibly packed. he can tell that whatever they have going here, sells well and is provided on an expensive silver platter.  

there’s women walking around in tight revealing waitress costumes, holding bottles or serving platters with perfectly decorated beverages. their walks are elegant as they stride in their towering high heels. 

their smiles are bright, and certain. one could mistake them for genuine happiness. 

there’s small table dancing poles scattered around the place accompanied by comfortable booths surrounding them, but what captures his attention the most is the empty massive stage positioned towards the far end of the club covered by heavy curtains. 

the lights are completely turned off for that section of the club, but the timer displaced at the top of the curtains gives him something to anticipate. a timer that piques his interest.

he nudges geto in the midst of their journey to the bar. he tilts his chin in the direction of the stage, "what's that?” he makes an educated guess that it’s why his best friend brought him here in the first place. 

geto looks over to the direction he gestured to, and grins, “that,” he points, “is the countdown for the main event tonight. it’s actually why i brought you here.” he confessed, confirming gojo’s initial suspicion. 

gojo continues to stare at the stage. before geto interrupts him with a gentle shove towards the bar. 

two drinks in hand later, they slither their way through the crowd and to the front row. where their vip section awaits them. 

geto nods at the security surrounding their booth, and they move to create a path in the direction of their seats. 

once they’re seated and comfortable the lights dim further, leaving the club almost pitch black. aside from the lights directly above the stage. almost like it’s putting whoever will dance in their own bubble. 

gojo watches intently as the curtains open, and there stands a woman. 

you grip the pole, but your eyes remain gently shut. your pose is enticing, the music is yet to start, but you’re already setting the tone. 

gojo's mouth gapes open a tiny bit when your head rolls back, and the hair previously covering you exposes your neck. 

when your head returns forward again your eyes are open, but they hold an unreadable emotion, almost as if you were on autopilot. 

you’re nothing short of stunning. a woman with a face like yours could entice anyone. gojo was no exception. 

gojo studies you intently. from the clothes you wear, to the look on your face. the transparent slip on dress makes you look like a model on the cover of a lingerie magazine. beneath it you wear lingerie. 

the lighting of the stage defines your face in a manner that sharpens your already defined features. with the slow movement of the lights, they catch the sparkles scattered around your revealed body. 

it almost drives him insane how breathtaking you are. 

almost. but he knows what this is. it’s your job to make him feel this way. he doesn’t want to say it’s in your nature to evoke these feelings but something in the back of his mind nags at him that it’s far too easy for you to kindle these feelings in any man. 

he’s confused. 

gojo has had more than his fair share of sexual encounters. and he means more than fair. but he doesn’t think he’s seen anyone of your caliber, and he’s only looking at your face. 

there's cheers, and an ‘oh yeah baby!’ shouted from the crowd. a few whistles are scattered around too. 

gojo can’t find it in himself to do the same. despite the incredible pull he currently feels towards you all he can do is lean forward from his seat, inching his way to the edge of it. all he can do is gape at you. 

the slow sensual tune of a song begins, and you spin around the pole. your moves are elegant, fluid, and slow. it’s like you’re floating. there’s a certain gentle yet precise form in which you move. 

almost that of a ballerina, he notes. he doesn’t know why, but it hurts to watch you up there. 

his eyes desperately try to remain staring into yours, but occasionally a strands of hair will settle on your face, shielding you from the audience. 

your eyes are glazed over. 

despite your obvious attractiveness, he feels far from aroused. 

you spin on the pole before descending onto the floor, you’re now laying on the floor. within gojo’s reach. but he has no desire to invade your space. you’re in your element. 

your back arches, like the invisible string tied to your heart has been pulled. seconds later you’re back on the pole, moving again. 

gojo’s completely entranced by you. sucked into your world, but he can’t envision what you’re seeing in your head. he can’t understand it. all he can see is a shell of you. 

when your performance finishes, he’s left with a tiny gaping hole in his heart. 

one he’d like to expand by getting to know you. 

even if it means coming here every night to see you.

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Past, Present and that of Space

Masterlist

Dead-ends and Surprise Visits

“Alrightie, Duke your classes don't start for an hour right, LightBrite?” Duke snorted, nodding as he got comfortable pulling his blanket tighter around his shoulders. “Good good, should be enough time, ehhhh maybe we'll see, anyway!!” 

Harley snagged a cookie munching on it before she began. “Sooo years ago before I was a doctor and your daddio a crime-fighting college drop-out vigilante, we went to Gotham Uni. Bruce had been studying to be a Doctor like your granddaddy, so all of us had the same base classes. We actually had a study group and we'll as a ‘Fuck Professor Tanner’ club.

We met in advanced Calculus, I sucked and Brucie was my seat buddy along with Vladdie. After a bad failed test on my part and Professor Tanner purposely marking the others down, we formed a spite study group. I dragged Crane into it and Vlad pulled Jackie and Mads in! It kinda cemented our friendships a bit!” Harley snorted, shaking her head while reminiscing on the old days.

“Jackie, Mads, and Vladdie we're going for Doctorates in Science and Engineering. Jackie was more towards Engineering that was his crazy strong point while Mads and Vladdie were genius to boot. Would've fit in very well with your bunch now that I think ‘bout it! It grew a pretty decent friend group between us. Of course Brucie dropped out after that year, but Crane and I stayed pretty close with them. It was our final year when a lot of drama happened.” Harley sighed before grabbing her Tea cup downing it.

“The three of them were convinced that another universe lay parallel to ours. Called it the Ghost Zone, they'd been attempting to make a portal to it for months. Then the accident happened, it exploded and Vlad got carted off campus, didn’t see him again after that. He transferred out and last we heard he went to Wisconsin. Jackie and Mads were heartbroken, they’d been friends for a while at that point and losing Vlad made them a little unstable. Not ya know, rouge unstable but they started designing weapons to hunt ghosts. Caught some attention shortly before graduation and got a couple grants, they were really ecstatic. They left soon after we graduated, Jackie proposed and Mads said yes, went back to Mads hometown for the wedding. I got invited but at that point I was already at Arkham and well, you know my story already.” 

Tim stopped his note taking, looking up at Harley, who seemed slightly trapped in thought. He coughed slightly, breaking her out of her remembrance of who Harleen Quinzel used to be. 

“Ghost Zone? Huh? Weird niche of all things but ya know, we dress up and go fight crime nightly.” Duke elbowed him teasingly as he ate a cookie, and Tim rolled his eyes. “Right, right I forgot one of us is  a weirdo and patrols during the day time!”

“Oi! At least I don’t have an ugly ass cowl, owl head ass.” Tim gave him the dirtiest look, already calculating how far Duke dropped on his favorite sibling list.

“Congrats Duke, Damian has officially passed you on my favorite siblings list. It’s a sad day when two siblings drop below the one that has stabbed me multiple times.” Duke went to respond but was cut off by Harley’s barking laughter. Harley was bent over holding her stomach laughing so hard Duke contemplated running to get a cure for Joker Venom, but seeing the satisfied look on Tim’s face calmed him. Tim’s plan to distract her clearly worked, besides he had enough to work on now.

Of course Danny had contact with the Realms, his parents succeed in making their portal after all. 

Alfred hummed lowly to himself as he entered his bedroom for a short break. He set the tea tray down before pulling out both his chairs and sitting down.

“You were cutting it close you know, old friend.” He sipped his tea slowly before looking up at the person now sitting in the chair across from him. “You’ve set my charges into a protective mode that will lead to less sleep. Honestly the extra stress you’ve added to my plate with this stunt.”

“Apologies are in order for that, you know I should not interfere too often. Their eyes weren’t on me for only a few seconds, talking with Young Timothy was not possible.” His form shifted and Alfred hummed taking in the appearance of the elderly man in front of him.

“Your form has changed. I see you added to your family circle, congratulations.” Clockwork chuckled knowing he had taken some aspects from the kids he had practically adopted when they were fourteen.

“Indeed, not as many as your brood, but I am content. They have fine futures, fine futures indeed.”

“I see, and their futures are now intertwined with my charges.”

“Yes they are, we will be seeing more of each other in the future. Young Timothy will get along very well with my Phantom. They will be a force to be reckoned with.”

“Dear Clockwork, I believe they are on their own, together they could rule the multiverse.” Clockwork and Alfred were silent for a while, simply enjoying tea together. However he was the first to break their silence with a chuckle.

“I believe you are quite right Alfred. Quite right indeed.”

Dani typed silently on her phone as she sprawled across Danny’s back. The other Halfa too busy editing a video to pay attention to her. The others in their family were in varying places of Fenton Works but the two self-proclaimed siblings had holed up in Danny’s room. At first they simply sat staring at the ceiling, or rather staring into space, literally. After discovering Danny was the new Ancient of Space came even more power training that had Danny wish to rip his hair out.

Danny had discovered the ability to make a rift that could remain open until he willed it away, it was unlike portals that he needed to concentrate on to keep open. No those portals were Dani’s expertise, able to portal them to any place and even universes. Danny’s rifts allowed him direct access to space, and since discovering it his ceiling had been a constant show of the different galaxies that graced their universe. So often the others would come to call them for dinner and find the two’s eyes locked on their stars.

Val often joked that Dani’s love for space came from her template. Of course Dani wasn’t as crazy about space as Danny was but she still loved it. Dani paused her typing looking up at the ceiling for a moment before grinning.

“Danny, I have a great idea. Our next video should be in space.” Danny stopped editing mind racing between different ideas before his core was vibrating so hard in excitement that he was purring. Dani’s mirth couldn’t be contained as her body took flight lifting off him and towards the rift. “We could do so much!”

“Visiting other planets!”

“Space fights!”

“A day in the life with off-world species!”

“Jumping universes! People will lose their minds if we go to the ‘Futurama’ universe!”

“Oh my crown Dani! The possibilities are endless!!” Danny laughed as he took flight playfully taking the girl out of the air, both phasing through his bedroom floor and bouncing off the couch as they began a mini fight. Wes watched them amused as he paused his show, thankful he was sitting fully to the left of the couch and not in the middle. “Black holes! We can explore black holes!!” Danny announced laughing as he got Dani into a headlock only for her to phase out and land a hard elbow to his gut.

“Yes! Oooooh I want to kick you into a black hole so bad!!” We can cut the video there and the next one can be you in the Futurama Universe trying to find your way back!!” The two cackled together as their fighting amped up. 

“That is a pretty good idea.” Wes hummed, blinking as mischievous eyes locked on him. “Don’t even think about it you two.” He warned as they started grinning, he threw himself to the side flipping over the arm of the couch as they lunged at him phasing through and landing on the other side in a crouch. “Damnit!” Wes yelled as he scrambled up taking off up the stairs. The two grin as they jumped flying up through the floor to the hallway waiting to ambush him, only to be surprised when the front door slammed shut.

“Did he just?” Dani asked as she stuck her head through the wall Danny followed a second later as they watched Wes booking it down the street.

“He just juked us. Oh we gotta get him now!” The two flew through the wall, not even transforming as they rushed after him, waving to a few people who called out to them. Jack and Maddie watched them go from where they were unloading groceries from the Fenton Ghost Assault vehicle.

“Oh I hope they have fun hunting Wes!” Jack said with a laugh as Maddie slid a fifth bag onto his right arm. “Ah these kids keep up young Mads!” Maddie laughed leaning up and kissing his cheek as she grabbed the last four bags and locked the assault vehicle.

“Those kids of ours they really do, and they’re all growing up and breaking my heart! I wish we could have more.” Maddie said with a small laugh as Jack wiggled his eyebrows at her, Tucker opened the door for them as they approached and Maddie kissed his forehead in thanks as they walked to the kitchen. “Thank you Tucker dear. Are Sam and Val here?” Tucker nodded following them after he took some bags from Jack.

“Yes, they’re in the kitchen waiting to help with groceries. I was gonna let the other three know but Danny and Dani were having one of their bonding fights, then Wes got dragged into it.” Jack laughed as he put the last bags on the counter.

“We saw that! If it wasn’t for the groceries I had I would’ve ran after to join them! It's that Fenton blood after all!” Maddie chuckled, sharing a look with Sam before she moved over to the fridge starting to clean it out.

“And the fact that ghosts literally bond through fighting, it's like another language to them.” Val said with a chuckle as she unpacked some bags. “How about spaghetti tonight?” Moving aside the needed ingredients as agreements rang out from the room. “Sweet, is it alright if I invite my dad? He makes some mean garlic bread.”

“Of course Val! You’re our kid now and that makes him a Fenton too! The more the merrier!” Jack said moving over to pull out the needed cooking utensils. Sam was quick to take them from him, shooing him away while waving a spatula.

“I’ll invite my grandma over too. She made cookies yesterday and wanted more people to try her new recipe. I’ll make dinner with Tucker, you two aren’t allowed to make food anymore after those hot dogs took over the town.” Jack held his hands up defensively with a laugh as Maddie didn’t make eye contact with anyone.

“In my defense we didn’t know they were hot dogs from the Infinite Realms!”

“We came back to them trying to sacrifice Lancer, Dash and Kwan to their god.” Val said deadpan remembering the return home from their senior trip. “I smelled like hot dog water for weeks. I couldn’t look people in the eye anytime they questioned the smell.” Maddie couldn’t hold back her snort as she continued to not look at them. He shoulders shaking as she remembered the look on their kids faces the moment they stepped through the portal in front of City Hall. Laughter finally burst from her lips as she shook her head sitting on the floor in front of the fridge.

“Your faces that day!! You all, you all looked so done!” Soon everyone joined in laughing with Maddie as they remembered that day and the fight that followed.

“What's so funny?” Danny asked from the doorway Dani standing next to him with a slightly bruised and pouting Wes slung over her shoulder. Everyone turned to them laughter pausing for a second before they just laughed harder remembering when the biggest hot dog attempted to eat Danny.

Universe Hopping and Reunion Trip Planning

[om-nom-snom]

Can I request headcanons of Leon crushing on a sweet, book-obsessed reader who is also a Fairy-type specialist please?

[A Fairy Specialist]

Leon x Reader

Leon happened to meet you when he barged into Sonia's lab, wanting to ask her a few questions and deciding to just 'pop by'

Instead, he finds himself face to face with an unimpressed gardevoir and a very attractive person he's never met before perusing a bookshelf

You been invited by Sonia to look through her collection of research, a Pokémon professor in training yourself with a penchant for fairy types

Both Leon and Sonia are quick to apologise for him interrupting you, the professor chiding Leon for not asking if she was already busy

The champion is fine letting the words roll off him, however, much too interested in you

After you say it's okay for him to stay and speak with Sonia you go back to your papers, gardevoir still keeping an eye on the strange man

After a couple of questions, of which you help answer, Leon is just about swooning at how smart you are

Unfortunately, he can't stick around all day

The champion doesn't even make it home before he messages Sonia to ask questions about you

Sonia sees what he's getting at miles away and is so here for it

He does come back to the lab a few days later with the same excuses

With Sonia out on fieldwork, you make yourself and Leon a cuppa while you try to answer his questions

He tries to sneak in some questions about your personal life but he's not very slick, Leon ends up blushing every time you laugh before answering him

It does lead to him figuring out what your favourite Pokémon in galar is, however

Galarian ponyta

Unfortunately due to the nature of your work, and your interest in fairy types merely being a hobby, there's no way for you to travel all the way to glimwood tangle just for one pokemon

So imagine your surprise when Leon shows up again a week later and offers you a pokeball

Did he just go camp out in glimwood tangle for a couple nights looking for the perfect ponyta? Of course not....

He absolutely did

Seeing the smile on your face as you fawn over the pastel Pokémon is the best reward he could've asked for

Leon won't say no when you offer to take him out for coffee as thanks, though

[bvidzsoo]

Love Me Like A Rockstar (Special Chapter)

ー☆ Special Chapter: High In Low Places

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

ー☆ Warning: cussing ー☆ Word count: 8k ー☆ Genre: university!au, enemies to lovers!au, rockstar!au ー☆ Rating: sfw ー☆ Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?

A/N: Hello, loveliees! As promised, you won't have to wait so much for updates anymore! ^^ I am so-so curious of what you will think of this chapter, I think it has a special place in my heart. I think I could have written it much better, but this is how it turned out, I hope it's still good. Before you start reading, I'd like to point out that reader (y/n) in this chapter is referred to as: she/her! ^^ Listen to High In Low Places before or while reading this chapter, and check out the author's note at the end of the chapter as well, it's important hehe! Let me know your thoughts and as always, I hope you enjoy, happy reading! divider

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Mingi’s POV:

            The studio apartment Mingi can afford for himself isn’t the biggest, let alone the fanciest, but it’s a nice home. It’s cozy now that he’s finally decorated it to his liking. Yunho always complained about the emptiness of the walls whenever he came over, so now, they are decorated with prints of Mingi’s favorite artists, musicians, and anime posters. Yeah, Mingi, apparently, is still into anime. It appears so that his mother’s ‘predictions’ of him outgrowing his ‘phase’—ironically, she’s said this both about his ‘phases’ when he got into anime and on the day he finally mustered up the courage to tell her that he wanted to become a musician—so, to put it simply, yes, Mingi is still into anime at the fragile age of twenty-three, and yes, he will always be into anime, even at the not so fragile age of seventy-five.

However, about the musician part…if Noir Zenith have a break-through and make it into the industry, all of Mingi’s dreams will be accomplished. Well, most of his dreams. He fears he cannot beat the record of eating seventy-six hot dogs in ten minutes—what an accomplishment it would be though. Mingi knows he’s good—surprisingly, around two years ago, he finally started believing in himself—and he has a silver of hope that if Noir Zenith don’t make it big, he can have a successful solo career still. His professors say so, at least, and so does Yunho. The second person who’s opinion counts the most to Mingi. The first would be his professors’ opinions—and maybe hers, but Mingi isn’t yet ready for that conversation. Not that there needs to be a conversation about it. Yeah, Mingi is pretty hardcore into her and sometimes he wonders if others can see it. If she can see it.

She’s like an enigma, hard to read, yet, at the same time an open book. That’s how Mingi sees her, at least. He thinks he’s never met such a complex and beautiful person inside out. He wonders if she wouldn’t have been so animus towards him at the beginning, whether they could have started out as something other than friends—considering the wishful fantasy that she did recognize the progress that’s been made between them, leading to a potential friendship. At least that’s how Mingi sees things. He wants more, of course he does, but he will never force her into doing something she’s not comfortable with. Maybe she’ll never like him the way he likes her, and that’s fine with Mingi. He can sit back and support her from the shadows if that means he gets to see her happy and content with herself and her life.

Will it absolutely crush his heart and turn him into the emo boy he was back in highschool? Absolutely. Does that stop him from silently yearning for her to return his feelings at the end of each day? No, it doesn’t. But that’s just who Mingi is. A sore loser who loves deeply, cares about everyone else first before he cares about himself, sacrifices himself for them and regularly throws himself under the bus for these people. Maybe that’s why having Yunho as his best friend is such a blessing in disguise. Yunho had taught him a few tricks, helped him become more independent and less sacrificial—but you know, Mingi could never fully get rid of that core part of his personality.

He's cooped up at his makeshift studio at home—really, it’s just a large oak desk pushed up against the wall of his bedroom, a mixer and laptop placed on it with tons of notebooks and scattered pencils around, his expensive headset that was totally a gift from Yunho when he started university, and his shitty microphone that he should change soon if he wants to keep producing at home—and then there’s a distant rumble in the distance, the storm is coming back. It’s been raining quite often lately, and Mingi hates the rain. He prefers to cozy up underneath his favorite blanket—yeah, it’s totally yellow and it totally has chicks on it, sue him, it was a gift from Wooyoung, after all, for his birthday two years ago—and whenever it rains, Mingi likes to drink some hot chocolate and watch a really sappy movie. If he cries, no, he doesn’t, at least he wouldn’t admit it to anyone—maybe Seonghwa, but that would be embarrassing still. He has an electronic piano in his living room snuggled up in the corner of the room, taking up quite the place of his already small enclosure, but Mingi is a musician, he needs his instruments at hand at all times. Hence the three guitars lining his wall in his bedroom, behind his back, as he’s currently clicking through folders on his laptop.

He needs to work on his music—he’s behind on two assignments, and the thing is, Mingi’s been inspired often lately, and so, there are many unfinished lyrics and beats waiting for him to return to and complete them, but most require of him to be in a certain mood. Like the one he is in right now, jittery a little bit, and maybe caffeinated to the point he should make sure his heart wouldn’t bail on him. Fear not, though, it’s not his first time. After all, Mingi is a university student and this is nothing compared to the three all-nighters he pulled one after the other last year after he procrastinated badly. If it wasn’t for Seonghwa and his worrisome nature—okay, maybe Mingi wouldn’t be here right now, but he tends to stop his brain from straying towards thoughts as such. He’s had dark moments in his life before, and recalling them would completely destroy his mood.

As he clicks open another folder, Mingi pauses. Okay, so, the thing is…Mingi is a loser. And he’s so deep in this unclear relationship—friendship—that’s got his mind preoccupied lately, that if anyone were to see the folder with her name in his laptop—yeah, he’d be mortified. You see, these songs aren’t about her, per se—they totally are, but Mingi is a scared loser and he won’t admit it just yet—these songs are for her. You know, from a friend to a friend—he hasn’t dedicated any songs to Yunho yet, but let’s ignore that detail—and Mingi really hopes that one day she’ll be able to listen to these totally friendly songs that aren’t about her. Yeah.

Mingi opens the newest folder and his eyes fall on the latest documents he’s been working on. He had composed the beat for this song a while ago, when he was still unsure whether Seonghwa and Wooyoung would be up to explore something that is more indie, but now it’s been the center of his attention for a while now. For two weeks, precisely. He’s meticulous when it comes to lyrics writing, it’s an irritating defect he has, at least that’s how he sees it. But his professors always praise him for how lyric and poetic, at times, his lyrics are, so he takes pride in that and tries not to get mad at himself for taking so long to finish one goddamn lyrics.

He licks his plush lips and pushes up his glasses on the bridge of his nose as they were close to slipping off. And sue him, really do so, but he has noticed her staring at his glasses quite often. And her eyebrows always furrow just a little, deep eyes hyper fixating on his nose and glasses. Mingi can’t say for sure, but he’s pretty sure she’s bothered by his lack of unbotheredness whether his glasses are slipping off his nose or not. Sometimes he forgets he’s wearing his glasses, that’s why. He clicks on the document and it opens, so he takes his headphones and puts them on, pursing his lips as he grabs one of his notebook’s and a pencil.

‘Me and you/Me and you are fireproof’ – The beat starts off simple, nothing too crazy or jumpy. Mingi wanted the beats to be calm and chill, kind of crawl in your ears at the first listen. His raspy voice is smooth too, void of its usual raspiness this time. He can rarely control that, but after much experimenting, Mingi realized if he loosens his throat enough and sings deep in his throat, his voice comes out softer and less raspy.

‘Always try to blame my youth/I just wanna be your muse’ – The beat is steady, Seonghwa will love the fact that he gets to play the drums so early into the song, and Mingi’s voice drops significantly. He loves playing with intonations, he loves putting emotion into his words, into his voice. It’s like a play for him, a game of playing hide and seek with whichever emotion he wants to show or mask through his voice. Right now, it’s sultry, it’s breathy, and it’s exactly the way he’s intended it to be.

‘Neon light leads us to the end of time/'Cause I can see infinity in your eyes, in your eyes’ – Mingi closes his eyes as he lets the music take over him, pencil tapping against his notebook rhythmically. And he’s taken by his own words, finding himself relating to them more and more as days pass by. Whenever he closes his eyes, he can see hers, deep and dark in its color, blending in with his, always holding his gaze fiercely. Mingi’s been told that he’s an intimidating person at first glance—eyes, nose, cheekbones sharp—his face expressive and rarely hiding how he’s truly feeling, but that’s just first impressions, because Mingi is anything but cold or unfriendly. And whenever she holds his gaze, Mingi cannot help but try to ignore the way his heart jumps in his chest, pulse quickening. And whenever she smirks or her eyes crinkle from her laughter, Mingi thinks he’s getting deeper and deeper into this mess he’s created for himself.

‘You and I got some troubles we're facing/I know we can make it staying high in low places’ – The beat drops for a second, and then the instruments are back with Mingi’s voice, accompanying each other well, the rhythm picking up just slightly. Mingi can feel the words crawling together in his brain now, his body jittery again as he grins, gripping his pencil tighter. The chorus is good, but he hasn’t been able to write past it, but it’s coming to him right now.

‘Never mind all the tears that we wasted/I know we can make it staying high in low places (ooh)’ – And Mingi remembers the night he found her in his favorite diner, looking like she’s been crying for a while now, eyes rimmed red and nose and cheeks flushed. The rain had soaked her clothes, her hair sticking to her face, and Mingi swears he hasn’t seen anyone more beautiful than her. He wishes he knew when it all started, this—infatuation he feels towards her—but he’s clueless. Or maybe he’s not, maybe he’s just afraid to admit that he’s seen her around campus before and found her breathtaking. Maybe Mingi always has had his eyes on her and has just opted to remain in the shadows, because quite frankly, he sucks at approaching people and initiating anything. And maybe the day Wooyoung showed him pictures of Seulgi on her Instagram account, he had spotted her next to Seulgi, maybe Mingi’s heart had started racing with a stupid flicker of hope in it. Maybe Mingi really is on the brink of dropping a random ass confession onto her, but he knows she’s not ready, and he’d hate himself if he ever made her feel uncomfortable. He knows someone has hurt her gravely, and he wants things to go right this time. He can’t fuck it up.

‘In your arms, in your arms (ooh)/High in low places’ – Mingi thinks she can take him higher than anyone else, show him a whole new world. If there’s one thing he thinks can compete with her beauty and wits, it’s her art. Mingi doesn’t know much about fine art and paintings, but he knows goddam well that whoever that Monet guy was that she loves so much had nothing on her—and as you can see, Mingi is down bad, because Claude Monet was, and still is, a legend of Impressionism.

Mingi ruffles his dark hair, it’s gotten a little longer, and adjust his glasses again before he grins, jotting down the next words that will turn into the lyrics of his song. He’s composed the song with Seonghwa and Wooyoung’s timbre in mind, and he knows their voices will fit beautifully, complete it with a harmony that his unfortunately lacks. But that’s the beauty of their band. Each one of them has a particular charm that the other one lacks and they complement each other in a subtle, yet obviously gorgeous way—and well, Mingi isn’t a narcissist, but he is a Leo, and he can’t deny that their looks aren’t eye catching as well, definitely another asset of theirs that just so happens to add to the charm of Noir Zenith. – ‘Wasted days/Wasted 'til we're MIA/Stuck inside a desert haze/I just want to slip away’

Friday (11:30 am)

Me: i see u still haven’t checked my message… nothing too worrisome u certainly know how to make a man yearn for you lol that was a joke…dont freak out on me pls (lowkey true tho)

            Mingi was restless. He thought that when had texted her that he got home safely—you know, after they hung out at her place, waiting for the rain to stop while killing the time by watching a movie and they have almost kissed—Mingi really thought she was just busy. And he still thinks so, because why would she ignore his messages? He’s texted her a few times already and she didn’t even bother to read them. Mingi wasn’t expecting anything from her, wasn’t trying to push her, but he was a little bit restless now. Sue him, but he couldn’t help himself. He took another glance at his phone, waiting for his messages to be read, for her to finally start typing back, but there was nothing. And the fact that her contact name stared back at him as if it was mocking him wasn’t helping with Mingi’s racing thoughts. He was an overthinker, after all. In case you were wondering, Mingi has saved her in his phone as: her (my artsy girl).

Yeah, maybe Mingi was a lot more into her than he had realized at first. But to be fair, there was nothing wrong about saving her like that. She is an artsy girl, and she’s—Mingi doesn’t want to elaborate on that just yet. And so, he’s pacing up and down in his not so big living room, walking around his couch and glancing down at his phone every few seconds. Okay, he’s effectively going crazy right now and he wants to pull out his hair. Which isn’t a smart idea, he fears his handsomeness stops at him going bald. And okay, maybe he’s spiraling. Maybe his heart is about to fall into his ass, and maybe he’s trying to take deep breaths in order to not pass out. Maybe Mingi is handling the radio silence horribly. Actually, make that horrifyingly bad, that’s how he’s not handling all this.

If he stops for a second and takes a deep breath, ripping his glasses off in frustration and rubs at his eyes quite painfully, he can feel it all coming back. The warm feeling he’s felt while they settled into her bed, the way his eyes lingered on her pursed lips as she searched for a movie to watch. And her room—let him not even get started on her room, Mingi fell in love with it. It’s just so her that he feels like he knows her a lot better now that she’s allowed him inside her safe place. Her drawings and paintings were breathtaking. He—he saw the drawing laying on her bed, sketchbook all open and shit, and yeah, he fought every muscle in his body to not grin and jump up and down in excitement at the replica of him in her own sketchbook. Mingi knew she would draw him sometimes, but now he’s wondering just how often she finds herself drawing him. Does that mean she thinks of him often? Or does she just simply get carried away and mindlessly draws whatever person comes to mind first? But if that’s the case, why would he come to her mind when she wasn’t even fixating on him?

Mingi is a mess, alright, he’s panicking. He’s panicking because he can still feel the ghost of her warm breath against his cheek, the feel of her soft skin. He was right there; the opportunity had been beautifully given to him—and he does not regret not kissing her. Yeah, he kissed the corner of her lips, because he wanted it to be her choice whether they actually kiss or not. Don’t get Mingi wrong, if it were after him, he fears he would have devoured her ages ago, but after so many years of struggling with his own emotions, he became really good at restraining himself, at having control over himself in tense situations. It’s both a curse and blessing in disguise, because he really just should have kissed her, dammit. Why is he such a considerate gentleman? They didn’t even kiss and she’s ignoring him now. Great job Mingi, you tried to avoid a disaster only for it to still become reality. Sometimes, he hates himself, but he thinks that’s okay. Everybody hates themselves a little bit at times, even if they deny it.

Mingi chews on his bottom lip and decides to place his phone face down on his couch and meditate—Mingi doesn’t know how to meditate. The air is chilly outside and maybe he forgot to pay some bills so his heater isn’t exactly working at the moment, but fear not, Mingi is a big boy—he’s a man, alright—and he will pay his bills. Tomorrow. So, due to this itsy bitsy tiny little fact, he might be bundled up in his sweater. Well…the sweater’s his now. It wasn’t his two days ago. It was her cousin’s, more precisely, but since she gave it to Mingi, it’s his now. And if he wears it almost every day, no, he doesn’t. It bogs his mind a little bit that it just so happens to resemble the same sweater Yunho used to love, to the point his mother had to hide it from him, that’s how often he’d wear it—and maybe this is another factor that makes Mingi cling to it that much more. Maybe the fact that it’s from someone he really likes, and the fact that it makes him remember someone he really loves, fucks with his mind. Especially if seasonal depression is hitting hard. He’s trying to fight it; he’s trying to do better—he’s promised Yunho and himself that he’d do better—but he feels his chest get heavy, and he hopes Seonghwa hurries his ass over before he can spiral even further into the madness his thoughts bring with themselves.

And Seonghwa, like the angel he is, does indeed save Mingi from the doom that has been looming over his head. There’s a knock at Mingi’s door and he jumps up from the couch, racing to the door. He makes it there in three long strides, his apartment really isn’t that huge. Seonghwa is smiling at him softly as Mingi opens the door for him, and so very out of character, Mingi lunges for his close friend and engulfs him in a tight hug, “Thank you for coming.”

Seonghwa is speechless and frozen for a second, but then he chuckles, “My, my, my, you must have been really lonely if you’re so happy to be in my company.”

“I’m always happy and eager to be in your company, Hwa.” Mingi says with a pout and makes way for his friend to step inside. Seonghwa chuckles, his round eyes twinkling under the light of Mingi’s lamp. It’s barely noon but rain clouds are gathering outside once again, and Mingi hates it with all of his soul. Why is it raining so much lately? Isn’t it supposed to snow, rather? It is almost the end of November, after all.

“I know.” Seonghwa whispers as he ruffles Mingi’s hair, having shaken off his coat and discarded his shoes at the door, he walks further inside Mingi’s apartment. He’s been here plenty of times, and he knows he can make himself at home and do whatever. Mingi doesn’t really mind. Seonghwa has a tote bag in his hands as he nears Mingi’s round table in the kitchen area—Mingi’s living room and kitchen are just one big room, divided by nothing—and Seonghwa starts emptying his bag onto the table. Mingi walks closer, peaking at the items Seonghwa has brought over. Dye and bleach. Okay, maybe Mingi’s at the brink of a lapse of judgement, but he knew Seonghwa wouldn’t bat an eyelash if he randomly called him up and asked him to help him change up his hair. Mingi’s been wanting a change for a while now, it’s almost unfortunate that she is the one that pushed him into enough ‘madness’ to finally do it. She is a catalyst for quite a few things happening in Mingi’s life right now, or so he had noticed.

“Are you sure you want to bleach your hair, Mingi?” Seonghwa’s voice carries doubt as Mingi leans his hip against the table, grabbing the bleach out of Seonghwa’s hands.

“Yup, pretty sure about it.” He mutters, his lips pursed as he turns the box over a few times.

“How come?” Seonghwa mirrors his pose, hips resting against the table and arms crossed in front of his chest. He has that critical look on his face, and Mingi considers for a second if it was smart to ask Seonghwa over Wooyoung to help him. Wooyoung is nosy, but at least he can be easily distracted. Seonghwa, however, he presses and presses until he gets the truth out of you. Mingi sometimes hates that, there are no secrets in front of Seonghwa, yet he holds too many secrets.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, actually.” Mingi tries to sound nonchalant as he absentmindedly lets his fingers run through his dark locks.

“But?” Seonghwa raises one eyebrow and Mingi’s lips purse as he averts his eyes.

“Can you not interrogate me this time?” Mingi’s voice is whiney, nothing Seonghwa isn’t used to, “I just really need a change, no big deal.”

“Okay, fine, I believe you.” But Seonghwa doesn’t sound completely convinced as he says that, and Mingi offers him a very fake grin, smile boxy and full of teeth. It makes Seonghwa chuckle as he takes the bleach out of Mingi’s hands, and grabs his tote bag before he makes his way to Mingi’s bathroom. Like a puppy, Mingi follows after him as he grabs the dye, and turns on the light switch for Seonghwa as he places everything in his hands down on Mingi’s counter in the bathroom, “Silver blonde, then?”

Mingi hums and closes the lid of toilet, sitting on it as he watches his friend, “It’ll be a hard process though, I don’t promise I’ll be able to pull it off right away.”

“It’s fine, I don’t mind.” Mingi shrugs, fiddling with his fingers in his lap, “You’re pretty great at these type of things, I trust you.”

“Yeah, well, Hongjoong didn’t see my vision when I dyed his hair half blonde and half black.” Seonghwa huffs under his breath, still pretty salty about his boyfriend not liking the look as much as Seonghwa, and quite literally everyone else around him did. Mingi chuckles, still remembering Seonghwa sulk for a few days because of it. It was endearing how much Hongjoong’s opinion mattered to Seonghwa. When the two were together, Seonghwa’s eyes sparkled, and his skin glowed, his laughter more frequent, and disposition overall just happier. And Hongjoong—Mingi’s known him for four months now, that’s how long the two had been dating for—and despite Hongjoong trying to remain impassive around his lover, it was so very obvious of how in love he was with the taller one. Hongjoong rarely smiled, but when he was with Seonghwa, his cheeks would hurt and flush a light shade of red. Mingi quite quickly realized Hongjoong loved looking at Seonghwa, his eyes somehow always straying onto his lover, lingering there with profound love written all over his face. Mingi was witness to the almost disastrous end of their—at that time—short lived relationship as Seonghwa’s insecurities got the best of him and drew him away from Hongjoong. But Hongjoong didn’t give up, and partially thanks to Mingi—and Wooyoung—here they were now, happy and in love, looking forward to many more years together.

“Hongjoong is quite daft at times.” Mingi finds himself saying as he rolls his eyes, making Seonghwa pause his actions as he looks at Mingi sharply.

“You would never dare say that to his face.” And Seonghwa was right, Mingi would rather shit himself than badmouth Hongjoong to his face. That man might be shorter than Mingi himself, but he’s certain Hongjoong would drag him through all levels of hell and embarrass him to the point he’d be on the verge of tears—simpler put, Hongjoong is ruthless and sharp, and Mingi is scared of him.

“Of course, I wouldn’t dare say that to his face,” Mingi shudders, making Seonghwa almost smile, “He’d make me suffer in my next life too, if I did.”

“Serves you right for always talking shit about others.” Seonghwa chuckles, making Mingi scoff.

“I don’t even do that, hey, I’m just honest.”

“And dumb, but what’s new.”

            And just like that, Mingi finds himself half an hour later sitting on the cold tiles of his bathroom floor with Seonghwa, second round of bleach all set on his hair and burning just a little bit his scalp—Seonghwa reassured him multiple times that he wouldn’t go bald, but Mingi is still skeptical about it. A little bit too late for that now, I guess. Seonghwa had placed two towels on Mingi’s shoulders, one at the front and one at the back, to protect Mingi’s sweater in case the bleach dropped on it, and they were kind of dragging down Mingi’s sweater’s collar, but he wouldn’t complain about it just yet. They would be taking the bleach off soon, and he knows Seonghwa would go off on him for whining when all of this was Mingi’s idea in the first place. Music is playing softly in the background, and Mingi tsks as Seonghwa accidentally overlines his pinky nail, smudging his skin too with black nail polish.

“You’re so bad at this, Hwa.” Mingi groans, grimacing as Seonghwa’s tongue is stuck out as he concentrates on painting Mingi’s nails black. They were far from perfect, and Mingi’s heart mourns for a second, until he realizes it kind of looks cool. Edgy. Maybe Seonghwa is onto something.

“Yeah, because it’s usually Hongjoong who paints our nails, and not me.” Seonghwa’s gaze is sharp as he throws Mingi a look, Seonghwa’s own nails painted, but an obnoxious neon pink. It is a little bit out of Mingi’s comfort zone, but Seonghwa said he liked the color and wanted to try it out. And who is Mingi to judge? Plus, he would’ve been a really bad friend if he didn’t do as his close friend wished.

“Okay, done!” Seonghwa grins, closing the black nail polish and putting it aside, “We should wash out the bleach too, before you actually go bald—”

“Seonghwa!” Mingi screeches, getting to his feet in an instant as he faces the mirror on his wall, gaping at himself. His hair is a yellowish color; however it is turning whiter by the second.

“I’m just kidding.” Seonghwa snickers, and then, as if a bulldozer hit the side of the building of Mingi’s apartment complex, his front door is thrown open, and a loud screech resounds through the open door of his bathroom.

“I’ve arrived!” Undoubtedly, the high-pitched voice belongs to none other than their dear friend, Wooyoung, “And I’ve got pizza!”

“Lock the door!” Seonghwa calls out as Mingi leans over his bathtub, letting Seonghwa rinse out the bleach tenderly from his hair. Finally, Mingi’s scalp had felt like it was on fire, but he was too scared to let Seonghwa know. Now, he prays his fair won’t fall out completely. There is shuffling outside the door and then, Wooyoung in all of his glory, barrels through the open door.

“Damn, it smells like poisonous gases in here.” He gags, placing the pizza boxes on the floor as he beelines it for the small window, “And your music sucks.”

“Fuck off!” Mingi hisses, twisting his arm to give Wooyoung his middle finger, “Limp Bizkit is a great band!”

“Yeah, if you like noise.” Wooyoung huffs and suddenly the music is stopped, making Mingi groan as Seonghwa just chuckles, massaging the strawberry smelling soap into his hair.

“You are the noise here, Wooyoung.” Mingi fires back, making Seonghwa snort loudly as Wooyoung puts on some pop music, making Mingi groan. He isn’t in the mood to listen to pop music right now.

“Stop bickering,” Seonghwa says, rinsing the soap out of Mingi’s hair, “and feed me some pizza, Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung happily obliges as he opens one box, a slice already missing as he had eaten it on his way up to Mingi’s apartment, and he takes a slice for Seonghwa. He walks over to his two friends, and before he can feed Seonghwa, Wooyoung throws his left arm around Seonghwa’s waist and nuzzles up against his back, making Seonghwa sway and spray the side of Mingi’s face with water.

“Hey!” Mingi yelps as water enters his nose, making Wooyoung cackle into Seonghwa’s back as he hides his face in his friend’s back, inhaling Seonghwa’s familiar scent. Wooyoung can be a complete menace at times, but Mingi and Seonghwa would never admit they love him the way he is. It is hard not to when Wooyoung is such a good and respectful person.

“Oops, my bad!” Wooyoung giggles as he finally releases Seonghwa and holds pizza slice up to his mouth as Seonghwa takes a bite while putting conditioner in Mingi’s hair.

“You can see yourself out if you’re only here to disturb our piece of mind—Wooyoung!” Mingi, it seemed like, is Wooyoung’s target for the day as he had slaps Mingi’s ass hard, enjoying the way he is bent forward and over the bathtub. It makes Seonghwa laugh loudly, the cute sound has Mingi giggling too, and in no time, the three of them are shaking with laughter, reveling in each other’s company. There is nothing more healing to Mingi than spending his time with his closest friends—and Yunho, of course.

『In your arms, in your arms

Staying high in low places』

            More days passed and Mingi was helpless. He really doesn’t understand whether he has done something so deeply wrong to deserve this—to be ignored by her. It’s Sunday, and his texts weren’t even read. He thought of calling her, but ultimately talked himself down and found something else to do. Like write his sappy lyrics that is about her. Okay, Mingi has to admit this one. He feels like he is going crazy, and the problem is that he could talk about it to someone, but he just doesn’t want to. Not yet, at least. He is scared if he says it out loud, it would become reality. Her, leaving him. Not that they are together or anything, but Mingi just simply doesn’t want to lose the friendship that’s blossomed between them over the month. It was gradual and not sudden, he knew she still had some prejudice about him and didn’t fully trust him, but they were making progress. And now Mingi hates himself for the near kiss. If he had been a little bit smarter, more in control of himself, it would’ve never happened. And it kills him that he can’t turn back time, but would it change anything? Would he actually do it differently? Would he when she was looking at him with eyes that were shining with curiosity and want? When her expression was inviting and warm and yearning? Yeah, no, Mingi has self-control, but not to the point to stop himself from giving in when someone looked to be wanting just as much as him. And Mingi has to stop thinking about her, for God’s sake he’s been trying so hard over these past few days that he’s convinced he’s finally going mad, so when Wooyoung texts him that they are going out for dinner later tonight, Mingi jumps in delight and starts getting ready.

And they go to his favorite diner too—where him and her had met, and she was all wet from the rain and crying due to something unknown to Mingi—and he has to stop thinking about her when he’s with his friends! The atmosphere is light and cozy, lightning dim but not to the point you can’t see, and the music playing is retro and if Mingi turns around, he can see an elderly couple dance around happily, laughing and talking to each other. His stomach coils at the sight, and he tries to fight the yearning and sadness that tries to overtake him, he really does.

“So, Seonghwa,” Wooyoung breaks Mingi’s intense gaze and mindless thoughts, “how’s that art gallery looking?”

Seonghwa blushes for a second, and hides his mouth behind his palm as he tries to chew his chicken nugget faster, “Good, good. I found a spot for it, finally.”

Wooyoung beams at that and Mingi can see Hongjoong trying to bite down his smirk, “That’s amazing! Why haven’t you said anything?!”

“He thinks he’s gloating if he says anything,” It’s Hongjoong who answers instead of Seonghwa, and his answer makes both Mingi and Wooyoung roll their eyes at his words, “He thinks everything he’s achieved lately isn’t because of his own merit—”

“Hongjoong!” Seonghwa flushes even more, his cheeks already tinged pink from the alcohol he had consumed during the evening, “Why would you say that to them?!”

“So that there’s someone else other than me praising you for your hard work and letting you know that you are the reason these things are happening to you, my love.” Wooyoung pretends to gag when he hears the endearing words leave Hongjoong’s mouth, but Mingi just smiles and takes a sip of his own beer. It’s been a while since he had drunk, he felt the need tonight. He had hoped it would help him unwind—it wasn’t working so far.

“You need to stop having this impostor syndrome, Hwa.” Mingi hears himself talking, eyebrows furrowed as he steals a fry off of Wooyoung’s plate. The shorter one makes a sound of displeasure, and in a petty revenge, steals a pickle off of Mingi’s plate.

“Let’s stop talking about me, please.” Seonghwa says with a sigh, eyebrows furrowing, and it’s obvious he isn’t feeling comfortable. Mingi pretends he doesn’t see Hongjoong place his hand on Seonghwa’s thigh and squeeze. Mingi pretends he doesn’t suddenly feel a pang of jealousy towards the couple. They worked through their differences and doubts, and here they were, in love and going forward. Why could Mingi not have that too? Why did everyone abandon Mingi in the end? His parents told him he had to fend for himself if he chose to be a musician, and if it weren’t for his grandparents funding him until he has finished university—he doesn’t want to think where he’d be. Yunho had once abandoned him too, left him alone in this city, letting him unknowingly almost destroy himself. Wooyoung, now, has Seulgi and he spends a significant amount of his time with her, and is rarely up for their schedules gaming nights, Mingi feels abandoned. Seonghwa is like he has always been like, but he’s not as spontaneous as before. Sometimes Mingi just wants to go on night drives and listen to music and Seonghwa isn’t available because of Hongjoong anymore, Mingi feels abandoned.

“How’s the deal with the label going?” Hongjoong speaks up after the prolonged silence, not uncomfortable by any means, and Mingi heaves a sigh as he downs his beer in one go. Wooyoung raises an eyebrow at that.

“We’re still negotiating the terms, payment, and all the gist.” Mingi mutters, placing his chin in his palm. He’s not drunk, nor tipsy, but he feels a light buzz in his head. One more pint and he might just become tipsy.

“I see,” Hongjoong hums, rubbing his lower lip with two fingers, “But they’re treating you well, right?”

Hongjoong, as usual, is wearing fancy clothes. It’s a Sunday evening, yet he’s dressed to the nines. Mingi feels a little uncomfortable because of that—and just what’s his problem?! What’s gotten into him today? He’s never been like this before; he feels annoyed at himself.

“Yeah, yeah.” Mingi mutters, chewing on the inside of his cheek. Wooyoung, despite being labeled as someone who talks and talks without paying attention to those around himself, has picked up on Mingi’s displeased mood, and scoots his chair closer to his. He grins widely at Mingi and throws his arm around his friend’s shoulder, pulling Mingi into his side. Mingi doesn’t say anything despite not feeling up for the physical closeness, and allows Wooyoung to pinch his cheek.

“Lighten up, dude, what’s wrong?” Wooyoung asks, but not loud enough for Seonghwa and Hongjoong to hear as they have started softly conversing about something. Seonghwa is smiling, eyes narrowed and the way he’s leaning towards Hongjoong have both Wooyoung and Mingi knowing that he’s saying something inappropriate, and if Hongjoong’s eyes widening isn’t confirmation for Mingi and Wooyoung, then Hongjoong choking on his water certainly is.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Mingi gulps, picking around his food before he steals another fry from Wooyoung’s plate and dips it into his own ketchup, “I think I’m tired.”

“Dude, it’s a Sunday evening, how are you tried?” Wooyoung is confused as he finally releases Mingi, and he tries not to let it show on his face that he’s happy for the separation.

Mingi thinks for a second, though, and makes up a stupid lie, “I still haven’t recovered from yesterday’s game.”

“Right.” Wooyoung doesn’t believe him and it’s nothing new to the both of them, Wooyoung sees right through Mingi’s lies. Everyone does, actually, he can’t lie to save his life, “You know you can talk to me, right?”

“I just—” And Mingi almost goes off, but he abruptly remembers where he is as people start clapping behind him, “Nothing, I’m just tired. I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Okay.” Wooyoung whispers while looking disappointed, and Mingi suddenly hates himself for making his friend feel like that. He can’t help but think he’s made Wooyoung feel like he’s not worthy of knowing Mingi’s thoughts, of knowing what his heart desires. And he wants to talk about how much it affects him that she hasn’t texted back—and probably won’t, Mingi came to the realization—but there’s a lump in his throat that is kind of making him choke up right now. And when he hears Seonghwa giggling, and he looks up, Hongjoong is leaning towards Seonghwa with a mischievous look on his face, and then Seonghwa steals a kiss from his boyfriend that makes Hongjoong freeze. Wooyoung is typing away on his phone, and Mingi knows he’s talking to his girlfriend, Seulgi, because who else would Wooyoung be talking to? And the lump in Mingi’s throat tightens and he abruptly stands, heartbeat quickening. His three friends look up at him alarmed, and Mingi’s embarrassed, but he can’t help himself as he grabs his phone off the table and pushes it in his pocket.

“Sorry, guys, I’m not feeling well.” Mingi croaks out, clearing his throat as his tone wavers, “I’ll head home now, you enjoy yourselves.”

“Hey, Mingi,” Hongjoong has concern written all over his face and it makes Mingi almost cry. He hates how sensitive he is, “I can drive you home—”

“That’s cool, man.” Mingi is shaking his head at the offer, he needs fresh air and a long walk to try and clear his mind, otherwise he’ll have a panic attack. He can feel it, and he does not want that.

“Mingi—”

“Seriously.” Before any of his friends could insist more, he throws his jacket on and waves at them. And then he’s out of the diner in a second, feeling a little bit bad for not greeting Dahyun first, but the place feels too stuffy and warm for him to stay inside anymore. He takes off and tries to take deep breaths, but his lungs won’t expand fully. His hands are slightly shaking as he grabs his phone out of his pocket and he unlocks it, staring down at her contact. Nothing, still. Mingi’s heart clenches and he bites his lower lip, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. He can’t do this anymore; he feels like he’s breaking. He doesn’t understand why she won’t at least give him an explanation. Fine, she doesn’t want to be friends with him anymore, but she has to explain why. Mingi won’t rest until he doesn’t know the reason, and it’s making him crawl up a wall. He dials a number before he can even think more about it, and he finds himself teary eyed at the familiar male voice.

“Hey, Ming!” It’s cheery as always, and Mingi knows Yunho is smiling on the other end, “Fancy seeing you call, it’s not like I haven’t heard your voice like—four hours ago.”

“Yunho.” And Mingi feels horrible for worrying Yunho, because the last time he called his best friend and sounded like this—things were bad. And by the way Yunho goes quiet before he gasps quietly, Mingi knows he fucked up and he shouldn’t have called when he feels so all over the place, but he needed to hear his best friend’s voice, he needs Yunho. Because there’s no one else like Yunho in the world. No one else who understand him like Yunho. No one else who knows him like Yunho. No one else who’s always been next to him like Yunho has been. No one else who loves him unconditionally like Yunho does.

“Mingi, what’s wrong?” Yunho sounds panicked and before Mingi can stop himself, a tear falls down his cheek, “Please, talk to me. Do I—do I have to come home? I can drive down right now, but it’ll take two hours—”

“Yunho,” And Mingi’s now crying as he crosses the road quickly, walking to a park that’s dimly lit so he can cry in peace, away from prying eyes—not that there are many people out at this hour, “You don’t—don’t have to come home, I just—I’m so confused, and I’m tired, and I need someone.”

“Mingi, you have me, tell me what’s wrong.” Yunho’s voice is soft and Mingi is grateful they aren’t on facetime, because he’s positive Yunho’s eyes are filled with tears right now, and that would just make him cry harder. He tries to wipe at his cheeks, but the tears just keep coming, and the lump in his throat gets harsher and makes it a little hard to speak, but Mingi powers through.

“I met this girl,” He sniffs loudly and takes a deep breath, and Yunho is quiet, listening closely, “you know her, I’ve talked about her a few times.”

“The girl who paints and draws, right?” Yunho asks just to make sure.

“Yes.” Mingi sniffs, his tears becoming fewer, “And she’s—there was a heavy rain on Thursday and I drove her home before it got that bad, but I would have had to wait for it to pass in my car—but she invited me inside. And it was fine, it was fun and everything went well and then—then I—she—we almost kissed. Her mother got home and she interrupted us, and it’s just, she was a little weird right after it, but—she—she hasn’t texted back since Thursday, Yunho. She didn’t even look at my messages and I sent her plenty. I—I don’t know what to do because I think—I think I like her a lot, Yunho, and I don’t want to lose her over something so banal. We’re not even a thing, we’re just friends, but I—I don’t want to lose her too.”

What a word-vomit, Mingi thinks, as he sniffs loudly and rubs at his nose and cheeks with the sleeve of his jacket, sitting on a bench as he pulls his legs up and hugs them to his chest. Yunho is quiet for a second on the other end, until he sighs long.

“Oh, Mingi,” He sounds sad, and it makes Mingi chew on his bottom lip again, holding back a new flood of tears, “That’s so fucked, what the hell! I know you feel like shit, and I know what you are thinking right now—I’ve known you for my whole life—so, please, stop blaming yourself for her own actions and reactions. You didn’t do anything wrong and she should treat you better. You don’t deserve to be ignored and you do deserve an explanation. I’m sorry I can’t be physically there for you.”

“This is enough.” Mingi whispers, feeling his heart less heavy now that he’s said all that, “It’s enough that you listen to me and reassure me. Hearing your voice is enough too, Yuyu.”

Yunho chuckles on the other end and Mingi cracks the smallest smile, “You’re so sappy, but I’m glad I’m able to help even if I’m not there with you. I would tackle you in a big hug right now and definitely buy your favorite chips and go on a drive with you, if I could.”

Now, that makes Mingi sad again, dammit, “You know what? Maybe you should drive here tonight.”

Yunho snorts, and Mingi stands, determined to walk home now, “I am planning on going home in a few weeks, actually.”

“Why not tomorrow?” Mingi insists, eyebrows furrowing at having to wait that much more. It’s been almost two months since Yunho has come home.

“We’ll, I’ve already got—”

“Stuff to do and shit.” Mingi cuts his best friend off, already knowing what he would say. They snort at the same time and then break into quiet giggles. Mingi is content all of a sudden, head a little clearer and lump from his throat gone, finally.

“I miss you.” Yunho beats Mingi to it, and Mingi smiles from ear to ear as he turns onto his street, he doesn’t live that far away from the diner.

“And I miss you too.” Mingi says it back, tipping his head back as he looks up at the night sky. The sky is finally clear and he can see the stars and the moon. It makes him smile again, Mingi loves the moon a little bit too much, perhaps, “I love you, Yuyu.”

“I love you, Min.”

And to Mingi, there is nothing more therapeutic than talking to his best friend, hearing his voice, being in his presence and able to share his affections towards him. Yunho is too precious to him.

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Don't Be So Hard (Part 6)(Steddie X Plus Size Y/N)

A/N: I have one more chapter I think :) Enjoy the angst!

Warnings: Older Dom (30s) Coach Steve Harrington/Older Dom (30s) Professor Eddie Munson & Young (20s) Fem Plus size Sub Student Y/N, SMUT, Steve becomes a bit subby in this chapter, light dirty talk, etc. Nothing too traumatic with this one in the smut department. FLUFF, they love each other

ANGST *directs angsty traffic with an angsty outfit with angsty batons*, boys met Y/N's mom, Mr. Harrington makes a brief cameo as well as Martin's father, boys have PTSD nightmares involving Eddie being hospitalized and the same events that happened with Chrissy. Cliffhanger ending!

Word Count: 4816

Series Here/Donate to Me

You hated this. 

More than anything you hated their reactions. 

It had been about a week since you told Eddie and Steve about your acceptance into the university in New York and since that time, they had kept their distance. 

You understood. 

After everything they had been through, of course they needed time think it over and work through their feelings but there was a part of you that was a bit heartbroken that they didn’t immediately wrap you in their arms and tell you they’d follow you anywhere. 

Theo was a great friend and the perfect soundboard for your nightly vent sessions. 

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t…I feel selfish always talking your ear off about my problems. How are you tonight?”

“Y/N, it’s total fine. What kind of fake boyfriend would I be if I didn’t listen to my fake girlfriend’s woos with her actual boyfriends?”

Eddie barely looked at you during class and Steve seemed to dive into focusing on his team. You could hear his shouts from the parking lot as he screamed at his players. 

Today was parent’s day which the dean coveted but both boys had told you once before they hated especially the metalhead. Parents rarely came by his classroom and if they did it was to threaten him to make sure he didn’t “harm” their child. 

Your mother usually never came but for whatever reason insisted this time around. 

“I remember when I came here—”

“Everything was different?”, you grin as you cut her off. “Come on, mom. No need to be an old lady and remanence.”

She beams your way as she pulls you into a hug, distracting you long enough that you don’t realize where she’s leading you till you hear their soft whispers.

“I don’t know why I still appear for this fucking thing. She was right. Most of these fucking people hate me.”

“Baby, everything’s going to be alright. Do you want me to stay with you--?”

Your mother clearing her throat grabs their attention as both men hastily straighten when they see your face. 

“Which one of you is Mr. Munson?”

“That, uh, that would be me, ma’am.”, Eddie stumbles over his words as he walks around his desk to shake her extended hand.

“I know. I just thought it would make you more comfortable if I pretended I didn’t know you.”, she murmurs as she smiles kindly and the metalhead’s eyes flick to you before doing the same. “Which makes you Steve Harrington.”

Nodding, he shakes her hand as well while you stand off to the side taking them in. As always they both looked delicious even with Eddie in his “formal” teacher attire (a button up shirt, slacks, and his hair pulled back) and Steve in a track suit but even you could see they were falling apart. 

Both men had rings around their eyes like they hadn’t slept in days and your professor’s nails had the underlining stains of chain smoking cigarettes. 

“I wanted to thank you both for protecting my daughter that night outside of the diner.”

“Of course. She’s, um, she’s a really sweet young lady. I’ve enjoyed having her in my class.” Eddie tosses a smile your way as your heart breaks at the sadness in his tone. “And I know Steve has enjoyed having a running partner. I can barely keep up walking since my lungs are filled with many years of smoke.”

“She picked that up from her father. He would run every morning and sometimes take her along. After he died, she kind of…picked up where he left off.”

“I, uh, I’m so sorry about…your husband. We read what he did…saving those people.”

“Oh, no need to apologize, Mr. Harrington. You did nothing wrong.” Steve eyes shift to yours as you see the internal blame swim through them before grinning down at her beaming features. “Thank you though. I’m glad you’re able to keep her company. Maybe I can take up running after she abandons me.”

“Mom.”, you playfully whine. “Now you see where I get my overdramatic acting talent from.”

“I’m just teasing.”, she jokes as she reaches out to pull you to her side. “I’m so proud of her for getting into that school but I’m going to hate her being so far away.”

“So you are leaving then?”, Eddie asks sullenly, trying to hide it behind a lightness that doesn’t fool you.

“Um, yeah. I think…what’s best for me is to…focus on my future…”

“What about your boyfriend? Theo is a pretty good actor to. I know he’d flourish in a city like New York.”, Steve replies with an edge of jealousy that has your head tilt.

“He IS a good actor but unfortunately, Mr. Harrington, Theo will be staying here so you’ll still have your quarterback while I’ll be all alone it seems.”

“Y/N, baby, can you give me a minute alone with these two? Why don’t you run down the hall and get us a water from that vending machine I saw.”

After giving you some dollar bills, you head out into the hallway and they watch as your mom’s entire demeanor changes. 

“You both are fucking stupid, you know that?”

“Ex-Excuse me?”, Eddie asks completely thrown off guard. 

“I’ll excuse the fact that the risk the three of you took could have gotten her expelled but I can’t excuse the fact that you’re hurting my kid. Oh, don’t give me that look. I’m old not stupid.”, you mother scoffs as they exchange a wide-eyed glance. “You should hear the way she talks about you both. She’s a great actress but as a mom you can always tell. When she told me she was leaving for New York by herself I was surprised. 

I kept waiting for her to follow it with something like ‘Coach Harrington will be training a team up there’ or ‘Professor Munson found a new school to teach in’ but nothing. Are you REALLY letting her go up there alone?”

“I…we…we have to stay here.”, Steve sighs. 

“No, sweetie. You CHOOSE to stay here. No matter how you sugar coat it, that’s the truth and I know you know that!”, she shouts behind her, confusing them before you turn into the doorframe and roll your eyes. “I told you. I’m old not stupid.”, she winks, collecting you before leaving the classroom. 

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Steve slowly walked down the dark hospital hallway as he listened to the deafening sound of monitors beeping around him. A door at the end caught his attention; he knew that room number. 

“Eddie.”

Hastily, he pushed the door open searching for the man he loved but was shocked when he found you in the hospital bed before him. You were wearing the clothes Eddie had worn that night in the Upside Down, down to the black bandana around your head. Blood stained your Hellfire shirt and a cry left his throat when he noticed the same red lacerations around your neck and wrists. 

“Y/N?”

Steve’s shoes squeaked against the linoleum as he stepped forward and his shaky fingers reached out to touch your palm. 

He broke then as his hand cupped your face, careful not to move the mouthpiece helping you breathe. 

“Please…please, baby, don’t leave me. I’m so sorry. Wake up, honey…WAKE UP!”, he screamed to no avail as his tears fell. 

“Where were you?”

At the sound of Eddie’s voice, he jumped up and wiped his eyes. As he stepped forward to embrace him, the metalhead extended his arms out pushing Steve hard away from him. 

“Where WERE you? We needed you, asshole, and you weren’t there!”

“I-I-I didn’t…I didn’t know…what happened?”

“Because of you she’s in pain. Because of you, we may die!”

“We?”

 It was only then that Steve realized Eddie was bleeding from his chest. 

“This is your fault, sweetheart.”, he said with distain before collapsing to the ground.

Steve shot up in bed, grabbing his own chest as he tried to catch his breath, quickly turning to place his hand on his partner who was still fast asleep. After leaning down to kiss his cheek, he threw back the covers and got dressed. 

***

Eddie’s eyes flew open as sweat covered his face and bare chest. 

Glancing around him, he realized he was back in his room at the trailer where he lived with his uncle before…

Throwing off his blanket, he ran to his mirror against the wall and his eyes widened as he realized the scars along his body were now gone. His hands shook as he reached for a magazine near his bed and read the date along the top.

“March 1986.”

“Fuck me.”, he murmured as he pressed his palms into his eyes. 

“Do you have it?” 

A voice from the living room called as fear flowed through him. He knew that voice…he heard it many nights in his dreams. 

“Chrissy?”

She giggled but her light nervous tone suddenly mixed with another voice that had him concerned as he walked down the hall. 

“No, dork. Someone’s been smoking his own stash.”, you beam as he visually takes you in. 

You were dressed just like her; the cheerleading uniform down to the green scrunchie in your hair.

“So do you have it? Steve’s waiting for me.”

“Steve?”, he repeats. 

“Yeah? Steve Harrington, my boyfriend and captain of the basketball team? Seriously are you alright?”

“Y/N…I…this is dream. It has to be a dream. Wake up, Ed. Wake up.”

Closing his eyes, he smacks his forehead as he commands his brain to do what he wants but when they land on you again you’ve changed. Your eyes were vacant white as you stood there in his living room. 

“No, no, no, no…STEVE! HELP!”

Your feet started levitating off the ground and he began to slowly back away before he heard your voice. 

“Eddie? Wh-What’s happening? I’m so scared. Please don’t leave me. I love you so much.”

“Stop…please…wake up…”

“Eddie, please.”

“It’s not you. It’s not you. It’s not you…”

“EDDIE, HELP ME!”

He covers his ears, falling to the floor as history replays itself and he screams so loud he hopes his real self would hear his cries to wake up.

The trailer door smashed open, startling him as he watched Steve and his jock friends run inside. 

“Honey? No, baby. No…”, the man sobs as Eddie cringes at the sound, hating hearing the man he loves in pain. “You killed her you fucking freak!”

Steve rose to his full height and pointed the end of his bat towards the metalhead. 

“You couldn’t just leave her the fuck alone!”

“I love her! I would never hurt her or you!”

“Pfft damn right you won’t. You’re never going to hurt anyone ever again.”, the man hissed, raising his weapon and swinging down.

Eddie bolts awake as he pants, preparing for his partner to soothe him like he always does. When hands and a soft tone don’t comfort him, he turns to find himself alone in his bed. 

“S-Steve?”

Running through the small house, he searches but doesn’t find his boyfriend anywhere. Taking a seat on his mattress again, paper grazes his knee as he notices a note on his end table.

“Baby, 

Needed some time to think. 

I’ll be home later. 

Love you,

Steve”

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A repetitive knock on your door grabbed your attention as you placed the book you had been reading down and opened your dorm door to a wild-eyed Eddie. 

“Hey, hey, hey, um…I’m sorry…I hope—hope I didn’t wake you…I, um, I’m just…I can’t find Steve and—”

“What? Hey, hang on. Come in.”, you usher as you close the door and guide him to your bed. “Everything’s ok, baby. Just breathe.”

At your soft tone, his gaze shifts your way as he tries to deliver you a comforting smile even as his whole body vibrates with agitated energy. 

“T-Thank you. I just…I’m sorry I woke you up—”

“No, no. You didn’t wake me up. I couldn’t sleep so I was reading a book.”

“What book?” When you flash him the cover of a self-titled Dungeons & Dragons fantasy novel, he chokes a bit on a laugh coming from his throat as a tear involuntarily falls from his eye. “I read that…when it came out…during my first try at my senior year…”

“Yeah. Steve told me one time it was one of the few novels he could follow and understand.” When you giggle, he laughs with you as his palms reach up to wipe his eyes. “What’s going on, Eddie? Did you have another nightmare?”

You watch as his eyes fleet rapidly around the room but you know he’s not looking at your space but the dream he had experienced. 

“It was 86 and I was in my uncle’s trailer. I h-heard her voice but when I went into the living room, you were there…dressed just as like she had been…Chrissy…when she died.” As his voice cracked your heart broke as you scooted closer to his side and ran your hand down his back. “You kept begging me to help…but I couldn’t…Afterward…Steve came in sounding how…how he used to before…he said it was my fault…I should have left you alone.”

“Eddie.”, you coo as you lean against his shoulder. “Everything’s ok, sweetie. I’m right here and no one is going to hurt me.”

“Except us.”, he whispered so low you barely heard him before he abruptly turned and cupped your face in his hands. “We love you, Y/N, so much. I hope you know that.”

You nod silently as you try to control your own tears, ignoring your pain to deliver him a gentle smile. 

“You, uh, you said you couldn’t find Steve?”

“Oh, um, yeah. He left me a…a note saying he needed t-to think but I can’t find him anywhere.”

“Then where would he go that he knows you wouldn’t come looking?”

At your question, his eyes snap to meet yours as he curses under his breath. 

“God, I hope he didn’t go there…”

“Let me put on my jeans and—”

“NO! No…sweetheart…”, you snapped before sighing when you jumped slightly. “You don’t want to go here, trust me.”

Shaking your head, you ignore him as you find your pants and shimmy them up your hips. 

“That’s what you don’t seem to understand, Eddie. I’d follow you both anywhere…what hurts is you won’t follow me.”

***

Steve smirks from his place on his mattress in his old room back at his parent’s place. It had been almost 10 years since he had been here and he couldn’t help but be surprised that his parents left everything as is. 

To be fair, he never really had much, usually having the whole house to himself the bulk of his youth. He had so many memories of girls that had come and gone including Nancy who broke his heart. 

People who he had considered his friends, swimming around in his pool, smoking cigarettes and drinking beer. 

Try as hard as he might, he couldn’t remember Eddie at this time. Of course, he knew of him; the freak of Hawkins but he couldn’t genuinely remember seeing his face throughout the halls or the small town he grew up in. 

Grabbing one of his random middle school year books, he browsed the pages, skimming through the M’s until he found what he was looking for. 

There he was; Eddie Munson with his buzzed hair and devilish smirk as he bit his bottom lip towards the camera. Steve laughed to himself as his fingers traced the image. 

He wished he knew him then but even he knew Eddie would have hated him. 

Hell, he hated himself. 

Another memory flashed through his mind as he laid back against the covers and hugged the book to his chest; the night he came home after the mall burned down to an empty house all alone. Silently he had climbed the stairs and took a long shower as he hissed at the burning sensation of the cuts along his face. 

Steve had cleaned his wounds, flinching at the flashes of pain as he remembered the fist that constantly hit his face. After bandaging himself, he turned off the lights and laid in his bed as he sobbed, allowing his pain to overcome him now that he didn’t need to be strong for anyone. 

Steve knew Eddie would have taken care of him… Made him laugh and probably scold him for being too independent. As he fell into his memory, he closed his eyes as his lip quivered and he imagined a different reality of that night. 

“Hey, sweetheart, everything’s ok.”, Eddie would coo as he pets Steve’s hair behind his ear before wrapping his arm around his waist to pull him closer. “I got you, baby. You’re safe now.”

“It hurt so bad…I thought I was going to die…”

“I know. I know but you didn’t. You helped save Erica and that little butthead so they could save you and Robin.” The pretty boy chuckled at the name making his partner smile at the sound. “You helped save the town, Steve, and me. Thank you, baby.”

“Look, I just need to know if he’s fucking here!”

The sound of Eddie’s agitated voice cut through the fog as his protective instinct kicked in and he headed for the stairs. 

“I haven’t seen my son in over 10 years! Why would you think he would be here?!”, his father yelled causing him to hasten his pace. 

“I’m here. I’m here. Sorry, I didn’t know you even home, Dad—" The image of you behind his boyfriend at the front door had Steve freezing in place. “Y/N? What…what are you doing here?”

“Y/N? So this is the girl that ruined a young man’s life? Why are you even here, young lady? You shouldn’t be with these grown men let alone this murderous freak.”

“Last time I checked, I’m a fucking grown up as well who doesn’t judge people based on idle gossip.”

“So disrespectful.”, he spits as Mr. Harrington turns to face his son. “Why are you here? Last I heard you were punching prominent members of society.”

“I needed a place to think.”

“Hm, well, if you want to come back home, you’d have a lot to make up for, son, before you get anything from your mother and I.”

“I’m not coming back home.”, Steve declares as he pushes his father aside to grab Eddie’s face and forcefully bring his lips to his own. The metalhead was taken off guard only for a moment before cupping his partner’s cheeks to hold him closer. “I’m leaving Hawkins with the man I’ve been in love with for the past ten years and the woman who changed our lives for the better. I’m tired of hiding them—”

In the middle of his speech, his dad went inside and slammed the door loudly cutting him off.

Steve chuckled breathily as he focused on Eddie who was clinging to the man’s wrists.

“I almost lost you once, baby, and I won’t do it again…with you or her. Let’s get the fuck out of here and be fucking happy.”

Wrapping his arms around him, they passionately kissed as the metalhead nodded. It wasn’t until your sniffle caught their attention that they remembered you were there. 

“Hey, look at me.”, Steve softly instructed as he let his partner go to tilt your chin up as your head hung. “We know we put you through a lot, Y/N, but if you’ll still have us—”

You jumped into his arms and he smiled as you kissed his lips. 

“You’re never going to let me finish a sentence are you?”

“No, you idiot.”, you laugh as he puts you down so you can kiss Eddie who wraps you up in his limbs and twirls you as you both grin. 

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This was new for you. 

Usually, of course, both men carried that dominate energy but as you watched Steve bouncing on Eddie’s cock while his hands balanced on his tattooed chest he seemed so…vulnerable. 

Laying by the metalhead’s side, you tenderly kissed his shoulder and neck as you watched his eyes struggle to remain open as he continued to pant. 

“Just like that, baby, fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

The man above him threw his head back as he increased his rhythm, lazily stroking his length as he mewled. 

Eddie hastily sat up and clung to Steve’s lower back as he guided his movements. Their noses touched and the coach held on to his boyfriend’s neck just below his ears with his large hands. 

“I love you so much, Steve. Thank you for everything you do to keep us safe.”

His movements stalled as he leaned his forehead against his partners and even as his hair blocked his eyes, you could see the tears that fell as his bottom lip shook. 

“Yeah, I know, sweetheart. I know.”

“We hid because of me—”

“No, no, baby. We hid because of this stupid fucking town and your ignorant father but not anymore. We’re going somewhere else where we can be ourselves with someone who loves us.”

Steve’s head turns slightly to meet your gaze as his head leans against Eddie’s who tenderly kisses along his chest. As his fingers reach out to touch your cheek, the metalhead grips him tightly as he starts thrusting upwards.

“I’m sorry, honey.”

Your heart breaks at his whispered words as you kiss his palm.

“I forgive you. I’m so happy you’ll both be with me.”

They smirk as Steve whimpers, returning his limbs around Eddie’s neck as he met each pump of his hips with a bounce of his own. 

“That’s my good boy. Cum, baby. Cum for me.” At his boyfriend’s breathy command, the coach trembled as he whined his name and his release hit their stomachs between them. “Good…God, you look so sexy when you cum.”

Eddie smiles as Steve giggles, placing a light kiss on his lips while he continued to praise him. 

“Can you let me take care of our girl now?”

Nodding, he backed out of the way as the metalhead tackled his arms around you making you laugh as he kissed you before flipping you over to place you on all fours. A heavy sigh of pleasure left you as he tenderly kissed along your spine till his chest was flat against your back. 

“I love you, Eddie.”

“I love you to, baby. I can’t wait to start our new life with you.”

After reaching between your bodies, you both moan as he guides himself into your core and your head hangs as he gradually thrusts his cock deep inside you. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so wet. Did you like watching him ride my dick?”

“Yes, Sir…s-so handsome.”

“Yeah, he is.”

Thick fingers slide underneath you and you can’t help but smile when you open your eyes to see Steve in front of you as he plays with one of your tits. Eddie tilted back on his knees and the other boy took the opportunity to grip your sides and guide you upwards till your back was against his boyfriend once more. 

While your professor circled his palm around your throat to keep you steady, the coach leaned towards you to wrap his lips around your nipple as your own fingers threaded through his hair. 

“Oh my god.”

His tongue flicked and sucked at the erect nub while his digits blindly found their way to your clit, pressing circles against it matching his partner’s pace. 

“H-Harder, Mr. Munson, please.”

The sound of skin smacking skin echoed through the room mixing with the obscene sounds of Steve’s tongue sucking marks into your chest and up to your neck. 

“Cum, Y/N. Cum all over his cock.”, he practically begged as your face fell against his shoulder. 

While Steve hugged your head to him, he reached around you to grab Eddie’s jaw and bring his lips to his own. Your body trembled as you came and the metalhead’s grunts of pleasure filled your ears as he sloppily thrust his spend within your tight walls.

Their kisses traveled to your own body as you three toppled to your sides in each other’s embrace. 

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Your eyes fluttered open to both men in their boxers at the desk in their bedroom. Even with their backs to you, you could tell Steve was annoyed. 

“Steve Harrington, at some point you are going to need to learn how to use a computer.”

“Eddie, the words are so small!”, he whispers in agitation. 

“Ok, grandpa, but they’d be the same size on a newspaper.”, Eddie teases as he chuckles through his teeth. 

“What are you two doing?”, you ask as you sit up and lean over the bed to grab one of their discarded shirts from last night. 

“Well, I’m teaching granddad here how to navigate technology.” Steve narrows his eyes at his boyfriend as you come around to sit on the metalhead’s lap. “Then once he calms down enough and stops bitching…we were going to see if any universities in New York were hiring.”

“We probably also need to look for apartments or houses. Once the semester ends, we can fly up there and see what they have so we’ll be ready by January. We want you settled before the new semester so you’re not panicking or worried about anything.”

“So…this is really happening? You’re really coming with me?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, we are. You were right; it’s time for us to move on and live our lives.”

“I had dream the other night that you were hurt in our battle ten years ago.” As Steve spoke, you both turned to face him as he stared into the void in front of him. “You were dressed just like him, Y/N, you were even in the same hospital room… That image of him…it stays with me. Mostly because I almost lost him.” His gaze shifts to meet yours. “I know it’s a bit dramatic but thinking of you going to New York…losing you… it feels almost the same. I can’t lose him or you, honey.”

Grinning softly, you climb into his lap and hug him tightly to you. 

***

You knock on the dean’s door that Monday morning having gotten a letter from him (or most likely his secretary) taped to your dorm door. 

“You asked to see me, Dean Gillman?”

“Uh, yes, Miss Y/L/N, please come in.”

After placing your backpack down, you take a seat realizing then that there are three chairs in front of his desk compared to the usual one. 

“I heard you’re leaving us to go to NYU. Are you all set?”, he asked light-heartedly as he smiled your way. 

“Um, yeah, I got my transfer credits approved and everything.”

“Wonderful, wonderful.”

Another gentle knock startles you slightly but not as much as the two men who walkthrough. 

“You asked for us?”, Steve inquired cautiously as his eyes surveyed the room. 

“Yes, please come in and have a seat. I assume Mr. Munson is with you?” Eddie appears just as apprehensive as they both take a seat on either side of you. “Good, everyone is here. I wanted to have a calm discussion about this because this is a sensitive matter and—”

A male voice shouting at the dean’s secretary grabbed everyone’s attention as he sighed behind his desk before the door burst open and Martin’s father flew through. 

“Have you fired them and expelled her yet? I didn’t want to miss that.”, Jared announced with malice dripping from his demeanor. 

“Mr. Click, this doesn’t concern you—”

“Like hell it doesn’t! My son was expelled because of this lying whore and now I have proof!”

Eddie rose first, prepared to fight for your honor before you placed your hand on his chest to stop him. 

“You have proof of a professor and coach fraternizing with a student. NOT what happened between the younger Mr. Click and Miss Y/L/N.”

“Jesus, are you fucking kidding me?!” Security appears and the dean immediately points towards the man commanding they take him away. “What the fuck?!”

After slamming the door, Dean Gilman huffs as he places himself behind his desk once more. 

“Miss Y/L/N, are you alright?” 

While they had carried Jared away, you hid behind the metalhead with your body pressed against his back and your fingers clinging to his shirt. 

“Hey. Come on, honey, everything’s ok.”, Steve coos as he reaches for your biceps to lightly guide you forward and into the chair. He knew they were caught and there was no reason to hide it any longer. “There you go. Are you ok, baby?”, he asked Eddie as he cupped his face in his palms. 

“Yeah, I’m alright.”, he grumbles as they both take their own seats. 

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2025 wips!

hi all! :D

very low pressure tag to everyone (open tag as well!) to share what you're working on in 2025! I've hit a bit of a wall and need to get organized, and even though most of my fics are impromptu 4am ramblings, I figured I'd hold myself accountable here and make it into a game of sorts for anyone who might be inclined to do the same.

I hope you've all had a lovely new year so far! x

*obligatory slightly nsfw warning*

ex-marine henry

after being dishonorably discharged from his position in the royal marines that he never truly wanted in the first place, henry finds himself adrift, hoping to start anew in the states. he meets alex, a younger, freshly divorced lawyer with whom it appears at first he has nothing in common with, but soon finds much more than he bargained for as they embark on an at times tumultuous but ultimately fulfilling fifteen-year relationship, navigating the threads of vulnerability, grief, friendship, and love.

rejected soulmates support group

the world has begun to move past the singular thinking that one is incomplete without their soulmate. henry knows that many people live long, fulfilling lives on their own or with a partner that might not have been fate's first choice for them. but at heart he's always been a hopeless romantic, and when fate decides to take his soulmate's life before they've even met one another yet on the tail end of the still-raw grief of losing his father, it feels as if the world is against him. lonely and lost, henry reluctantly seeks out support in the form of a small group that meets once a week, each member bringing their own perspective of loss to the circle. he'd thought he'd decided on staying alone for the rest of his life, but alex, a kind, curious empath with plenty of baggage of his own, might be the fresh perspective he needs to give love another try.

the simple life au

as part of their damage control tour, alex and henry are forced to take part in a reboot of the show 'The Simple Life' with a twist -- they'll spend five episodes between texas and washington and five in the uk, taking turns learning what each other's day-to-day looks like. between the press junkets and lazy rivers in the states and the ballrooms and etiquette training in london, both of them find themselves with more empathy for the other than they'd anticipated. the cameras capture not only their fast friendship but the beginning of a burgeoning, unexpected romance as well, defying their initial objective and sparking tentative optimism for a previously impossible future. they're still far from free, though, as both countries have their best interests in mind and full control over what narrative is aired to the world. it's going to take a leap of faith to make it work, but alex is more than ready to show henry how to jump.

speak easy

alex, a computer science major, has never met a number he didn't like. until he starts failing the poetry section of his mandatory english course. encouraged to seek out a tutor, his professor points him toward henry, a known writer and fellow student that always seems to evade alex's attempts to get to know him more deeply. henry leads him through his own self-proclaimed five step program to becoming a 'poet', strengthening his voice and ultimately helping him pass the course. but finding his voice means visiting parts of himself that alex had previously kept locked up tight or hadn't even known were there in the first place, and sharing his realizations with henry forms a bond between them that not even the journals-full of prose passed back and forth can scratch the surface of. that won't stop him from trying, though.

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detroit become human inspired au

henry and pez run a safe haven for those who were once machines, deemed faulty for having developed genuine humanity and facing imminent decommission if found out. the next evaluation is in less than 24 hours, and alex's humanity is at 94%. luckily, he makes it to henry just in time.

midnight cowboy

alex, the lead singer of the widely known and highly acclaimed band midnight cowboy, is henry's biggest guilty pleasure—which is saying quite a lot. as a professional escort for the rich and elite, almost none of his pleasure is guilty these days. it feels like a fever dream when he gets the request from alex himself asking to spend a night together. he's long since being anyone's experiment, but with alex, unfortunately, henry finds he enjoys the idea of being some kind of first. (is 'only' too much to ask for?)

gynecologist henry

alex has done the college thing. the dream job thing. the casual, short term relationship thing. on paper, he has everything he ever said he wanted. it'd just be nice if he had someone to share it with sometimes. it'd be even nicer if his sister would stop trying to set him up with her gynecologist, who evidently finds himself in the same position.

+1 for the let's talk about sex! series

henry attends therapy in brooklyn once alex has moved in and things have slowed down a bit. it's predictably difficult but for the better, until they begin to cover the topic of his past relationships -- more specifically, sex. facing realizations that can no longer be shoved away, henry confides in alex and they reevaluate what intimacy might look like for them in the wake of healing from trauma.

+2 for the let's talk about sex! series

henry has to switch antidepressants and worries that his decreased libido will cause issues with his and alex's active sex life.

+3 for the let's talk about sex! series

henry arrives home early one night to find alex touching himself, which prompts a conversation about alex's past partners, misplaced shame, and self-pleasure within intimate relationships.

chauffeur alex

alex is the personal driver for henry, secret writer and infamous royal who'd abdicated and come to the states in his 20's to live freely and to marry his husband. now in his near-forties, the glamour and novelty of his story having long since worn off alongside his failing marriage, henry finds that alex is the only one he can confide in without fear -- and who is convinced that henry deserves so much more than he's getting. the last thing either of them need is to get feelings involved, but neither can say they tried as hard as they should've to have stopped them.

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texan slang +1's

henry's been learning spanish already for the last few years in an effort to connect more with alex and his family. he did not, however, prepare for the myriad of texan-ism's that he encounters once they're back in austin, which is beginning to seem like a language all its own.

aftercare (+4 for the let's talk about sex! series)

neither alex nor henry have been in a serious relationship before and are unfamiliar with aftercare since it isn’t something they had with their previous partners. after a particularly intimate and intense round of lovemaking, they find themselves both feeling a little lost and restless, leading to a conversation about how they can best be there for each other after sex going forward. 

bottoming 101 (+5 for the let's talk about sex! series)

alex wants to bottom for the first time post-canon. henry walks him through the process—even the not-so-glamorous parts—and alex experiences a newfound appreciation for the previously unknown efforts that they go to to express their love.

dom bottom alex

self explanatory, really.

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[violetvines]

heyy! could you write headcanons about alisa and a new spanish boyfriend please??

yesss perfect timing! i was thinking of doing something w alisa and a potential significant other too~

a very successful lawyer & a very annoying frenemy ⚖️

- let's call him... [lorenzo]

- they met in law school bc alisa decided to continue pursuing her studies and get a phd

- more specifically... they met in a simulation course where alisa was the attorney for the "defendant" and he was the attorney for the "plaintiff"

- alisa ended up not winning (but the professor said it was a close one) and she's not used to losing... so you can imagine her reaction

- lorenzo studied in england before coming to america so when he speaks english, his spanish accent is nearly gone, leading alisa to believe that he isn't fluent in spanish

- age gap of a year or two (alisa is ahead of most people her age)

- alisa is ice, not fire, but somehow he manages to always get on her nerves (even if he isn't doing anything wrong in particular)

- their trope is mainly enemies to lovers

summary: how alisa and lorenzo's story begins

warnings: slight swearing + spanish (with english translations!)

Alisa looked at the man before her. Her opponent. The plaintiff's attorney. Alisa Ortega was not used to losing, and perhaps in that way, she was every bit a Hawthorne as Tobias Hawthorne was.

She channeled her inner strength and power, as she did every time she fought a case and began presenting herself.

Twenty minutes later, after two rounds of going back and forth, the professor, seated in the judge's seat, pounded the gavel. Her opponent had just finished his sentence.

Was she going to let him have the last say?

She ignored the professor, locking eyes with the suit-clad figure before her. If you think I'm going to let this slide, you are dearly mistaken.

She continued with her points. When she spoke like this, she was like a force of nature. She made sure to mention all the points he had and counter them with arguments of her own. Her words flew out naturally like throwing stars, all aimed at one person's head.

Lorenzo Ramirez, he called himself.

During their introductory class, he'd told everyone that he'd been born in Spain but moved to England for the early years of his childhood. She doubted he was even fluent in Spanish, since he hadn't reacted when she'd asked him "¿Eres fluida en español? Are you fluent in Spanish?" She had thought about it that same night of her first class and had wanted to roll her eyes at the memory.

Why had she even bothered to ask? Maybe it was because she thought it was a coincidence that someone who shared her heritage had entered her life. It was ridiculous, now that she thought about it.

She ended her argument with a crossing of her arms. Then, her professor cut in, before that Ramirez could say a word.

"Thank you, Ms. Ortega. I commend you for your display and how you carry yourself, but I'd like to remind you that this is a university class and not an actual courtroom. We are now fifteen minutes behind schedule."

"Because of that, Mr. Ramirez is the winner of this round. I'd like to add that it was a close one, but it's important to maintain order in the court."

Alisa didn't know how she looked in the moment, but she was glad she couldn't see herself. She hoped she managed to maintain her composure. "I'm sorry, sir. I got too carried away."

"It won't happen again," she said, through gritted teeth and she looked up, just in time to see Lorenzo Ramirez grinning at her. So he was happy she had just gotten humiliated in front of everyone? Fine. She would wipe that grin off his face, sooner or later. Preferably... sooner.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

She didn't like eating in the cafeteria, because it reminded her too much of high school and all the ridiculous cliques. The coffee place opposite the campus was her go-to.

Alisa had been typing away on her laptop, replying to emails, when someone decided to set their tray down on the table she was occupying without even asking. She was about to open her mouth when she realised who it was.

"You look like you've seen a monster," Lorenzo muttered. He looked at her like he was concerned. That was good. He should be concerned.

"That's because I'm looking right at one." She replied, making sure to look right at him. He sat down, unfazed.

"Why are you here?" The question was a simple one, but somehow, it seemed like all questions were too difficult to be answered by him. He only stared at her like she was crazy.

"Because... it's lunch break?"

"You blockhead! ¡No es eso lo que quise decir!" (That's not what I meant!)

Alisa sighed. He probably didn't even understand. She had a habit to reverting to Spanish when she was frustrated. She wished he would just go away.

"Sé lo que quisiste decir." (I know what you meant.)

He said it so quietly and quickly, had Alisa not been fluent in Spanish, she wouldn't have been able to catch it. Now it was her turn to stare at him. So he could speak Spanish. And he was fluent in it.

"Blockhead is too strong a word, don't you think?" He continued, not missing a beat. "You're talking to the winner of the case."

She knew he said that just to spite her. She didn't know how or why she was feeling this way, she was usually able to keep her cool, but there was something about this guy that ignited the fire inside her.

"Agree to disagree. My counter-argument was good and you know it." She countered.

"Well, I don't know... you just said I'm a blockhead, so maybe I don't know it." He shrugged, like he hadn't been saying the opposite thing one second ago.

"What-"

Alisa slammed her laptop shut. She couldn't do this. She couldn't sit here with him. But before she could get up and go, he slid over his cup of coffee to her.

"I wanted to apologise for just now. My grinning at the end of our... exchange or debate or whatever that was back there in class must have made me look like an absolute jerk."

"Please take it. Don't leave a gentleman like me hanging." He had the audacity to wink.

She took it anyway, just because she needed coffee right at that moment. Their fingers brushed slightly and they locked eyes.

He smiled softly. And Alisa didn't smile back.

Because she would never admit that her heart had warmed just a little bit more, with a different kind of fire, when she was met with the sight of his smile.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

They walked back to campus together. Before parting ways, they had a final exchange, one she would go on to remember forever.

"So... are we friends now?" Lorenzo asked. He didn't look afraid if he thought she would say no. There was something self-assured about him, in a good way.

"No... not even close." She replied, because she wasn't used to letting people in.

"Frenemies then?" He tried again. He was persistent, too.

She decided to give that a chance. "Frenemies."

- they end up dating a few months after this exchange and he has a habit of getting her a different bouquet of flowers each time they go out for a date

- they study together and graduate together with flying colours <3

- most of their dates consist of study dates but he also loves taking her out to dinner at expensive places (she feels bad about it sometimes, but she secretly loves it and he can see that)

- he makes sure she isn't too hard on herself bc alisa is alisa

- anddd he becomes the hawthornes' most trusted attorney (after alisa!)

- they have spanish inside jokes

- they open a law firm together, one of the most successful ones ever

- they love debating w each other, even if it's about silly topics

- they are the intimidating power couple and they always coordinate their fits to match

i hope you like these <3

[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (Yandere Werewolf!Wonwoo) 3.4k, yandere, ABO dynamics, aggressive behavior, supernatural, kidnapping, restraints, biting, blood (@starillusion13)

“Ignore the Sigma House.”

It was your first day of uni and you were following a student tour guide around campus. Your whole group were incoming freshmen, all of you bright eyed and unaware of what uni was really like. After the initial tour you wound up at the involvement fair, a place where all the clubs and sports gathered around to recruit new people. Of course this also included the fraternities and sororities. You were all allowed to go your own way as this was the end of the tour, but your tour guide did warn you to avoid the Sigma House.

“Those guys are just a bunch of animals.”

The warning did nothing to help as those same people overheard and came over to greet all the freshmen. They were super energetic and welcoming, going to show maybe the tour guide had a personal bias they were pushing on you.

“… ha… hi…”

You didn’t notice someone had approached you until you heard a nervous greeting, turning around to find a tall boy with glass giving you an awkward smile.

“Hello…”

“You’re really pretty.”

“Ah, thank you.”

“Uh… so, I’m Wonwoo, and the Sigma house is-”

“I’m y/n, and I’m a girl, and Sigma is a fraternity, right? Which means boys only.”

“Right, right, sorry…”

“It’s okay. I’m sure you’ll find some great guys to recruit. I’m gonna check out the rest of the fair.”

“Yeah, yeah, have fun.”

“You too.”

As you said, you took a look at all the tables at the involvement fair, signing up for a few things to get freebies, and thinking of giving them a shot down the line. When you finished with all that you went off to your dorm, needing to unpack, and still get some boxes moved in. While moving around you ended up bumping into Wonwoo.

“Hello again.”

“Oh, hi, what are you doing here? Don’t you dorm in the frat house?”

“Yeah, yeah, we just like to help others, especially when it comes to moving into the dorm.”

“Ah…”

Without asking he took one of the boxes you had and gestured for you to lead the way. You weren’t going to deny some help, so he followed you as you got all your things to your dorm and the two of you started to get to know each other.

“What year are you?”

“Junior.”

“Oh wow, halfway there.”

“You can say that.”

“Do you like this place?”

“The professors are good, and there are plenty of resources to take advantage of. I think you’ll like it.”

“This was one of my top choices, but this will be my first time living alone. Well, not completely alone as I have a roommate but you know what I mean.”

“Yeah. It’s something else, but I’m lucky to have my brothers looking out for me.”

“Brothers? Oh, you mean the frat house.”

“Yup. You know, we are having a party tonight to celebrate all the new people. It’s open to everyone. You should come by. It’s a great way to socialize and meet new people.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“If you come by-”

“Wonwoo!”

You were startled as someone shouted, seeing another boy come over and grab Wonwoo. He offered you a smile, but said nothing as he pulled Wonwoo away. 

“I’ll see you at the party!” Wonwoo yelled. “Bye now.”

“Bye.”

It was kinda weird that someone just showed up and dragged Wonwoo away, but you figured it was probably one of his frat brothers who needed him for something. Now that it was just you it was much easier to unpack and get your things all set up. While you were doing that you met your roommate, Misu. You helped her with her things and you both began to get acquainted with one another. You also used the time to mention any allergies or rules you kinda wanted to set down.

“So, I heard the Sigma house is throwing a party, you in?”

“I don’t know…”

“The rumor is they throw the best parties.”

You really weren’t one for parties, but in the end Misu ended up convincing you to go with. You had nothing else to do, so it wasn’t a bad thing in any way. You weren’t sure what to expect, but there were certainly a lot of people. The atmosphere was definitely vibrant and alive, everyone around seeming to be having a good time. Unlike yourself, Misu was a social butterfly, immediately engaging with people. You felt more awkward than anything else. It wasn’t long before Misu disappeared from sight and you were alone.

You thought to hang around for a while, going into the house and looking around. You didn’t see Wonwoo though, figured he was busy with others anyway. This was his party so he probably had things to do. After a while you dipped, preferring to take in the campus at night before returning to your dorm. Tomorrow was day one, and you wanted to be well rested. Going by the noises around you, that wouldn’t be the case for others. It would take some getting used to all this, the bed and atmosphere, but this was what you wanted. Eventually you’d get used to it all, but you had to take it one day at a time.

🖤

It wasn’t exactly easy to sleep that first night, but you were ready for the first day. There wasn’t much to expect though. As freshmen, and this being your first week, it was all mostly syllabus talk and class expectations. So you were just going from one to another, which was honestly kind of boring, and that’s how the whole week went.

“Y/n.”

After one of your classes you heard your name, surprised to find Wonwoo waving you over. He had been waiting for you.

“Hey, how are you?”

“Good. I missed you at the party.”

“Yeah, sorry, I was tied up.” Wonwoo explained. “How’s the first week going?”

“Oh you know, the usual, just going over class stuff. No real learning just yet, although I do need a partner for-”

“I’ll do it.”

You chuckled. “Wonwoo, you’re not in my class. I need a project partner.”

“Ah, right, right…”

It was kinda funny to see how Wonwoo got. He was probably shy around you, but still making an effort to talk to you. Although you had no idea how he found you. The campus was huge and you were going back and forth all day. Guess he got lucky.

“You know… we’re having another party at the end of the month.”

“Wow, guess you guys do party a lot.”

“No, not really, but this next one is to celebrate getting past the drop out deadline, meaning you are committing to your classes. Or at least intend to.”

“I see. Well, I’ll think about it.”

You started running into Wonwoo more often. He liked talking to you, and he also checked in with you, asking if you needed help with anything. He was very sweet, especially that time he brought you a smoothie. Besides keeping you company and making you feel less alone, he really did let you know about all the best places around campus. You knew where to go when you really needed to focus, and what the best drinks on campus were. To you he was like your unofficial mentor, making it easier for you to adjust to uni life. Of course you didn’t always have time for him, but he did his best to be around.

“Hey, y/n!”

You heard Wonwoo shout for you, finding him in the crowd and waving over to him. Before you could get to him you noticed someone else grab him and try to drag him off. You could see a little altercation going on, but couldn’t make anything out. In the end they dragged Wonwoo off and you were left a bit confused. You figured he had something important he had neglected. You didn’t think too much about it until you were approached by someone else.

“You’re y/n, right?”

“Uh… why?”

“Keep away from Wonwoo.”

“What? Who are you to-”

“You’re a distraction for him and he needs to focus on his studies.”

“I don’t understand. Doesn’t he balance-”

“He has responsibilities, and you’re just getting in his way. For both your sakes, I suggest you avoid him.”

“But-”

“We’re not gonna let some freshmen mess him up, got it?”

“I… I’m sorry… I didn’t know…”

“Just stay away from him.”

“Okay…”

You really couldn’t understand why things had gotten so serious, but you tried to make sense of it. After all, Wonwoo was part of a fraternity, those people tended to take the brotherhood seriously, and look out for one another. Not to mention they had all kinds of codes and rules among themselves. You didn’t see Wonwoo for a while after that incident, but soon enough you ran into him again. The first thing that came to mind was his tall friend cornering you and telling you to stay away. Despite seeing Wonwoo, and probably making eye contact, you ducked your head down and tried to get lost in the crowd. That didn’t work though as Wonwoo chased you down and grabbed your arm.

“Hey, I was calling you.”

“I have to get to my next class…”

“You have a free period right now.”

“Look, I don’t wanna cause trouble or be a burden to you, so can you please let go.”

“A burden? Who said that?”

“I appreciate you looking out for me, but I can take care of myself.”

Those words seemed to piss him off as his grip on your arm got tighter. You whimpered and asked him to let you go, but he did no such thing.

“Who told you all this?”

“Wonwoo-”

“Who? Did one of my brothers say something to you?”

“No one said-”

“Don’t lie to me. Who?”

“I don’t know… he was tall… and told me to stop being a distraction…”

“They are unbelievable.” Wonwoo hissed. “Come on.”

“Huh? Wait, Wonwoo, where are you taking me?”

He didn’t answer you, instead pulling you along. By now the crowd had basically disappeared, and no one cared to get involved with the scene. That is until a few other boys came by and pulled Wonwoo away. You expected there to be some arguing, but instead Wonwoo threw a punch. You stumbled back a few steps as the group of boys began to grab Wonwoo and basically try to restrain him. One told you to leave, but you were kinda frozen in place from the shock.

“I told you to leave!”

The guy shoved you with enough force to knock you down. It was so unexpected you ended up scrapping your hands, drawing a bit of blood. You whimpered, taking a look at your injury when you heard a growl. Your vision snapped over to see Wonwoo fighting against his friends, his eyes locked on you. For a moment you swear his eyes changed, but next thing you knew someone was in your field of vision and helping you up. They took hold of your arm and pulled you away from the scene. You tried to look back, still wondering what it was you had seen, but you couldn’t see Wonwoo clearly anymore.

The person who took you away from the scene brought you over to one of the gender neutral bathrooms on campus. Without saying anything he began to attend to your cuts, cleaning them up and getting the first aid kit to properly wrap them. They weren’t harsh, which you were grateful for, although they didn’t seem that friendly either. This wasn’t the guy who had come to see you before and told you to stay away from Wonwoo. Still, the silence was awkward and you had to at least thank him. It seemed like he was reading your mind as he spoke before you got the chance.

“I don’t need a thank you, but you were told to avoid him.”

“I… I tried… but he-”

“We know. We’ll keep a better eye on him.”

“Okay… can I at least know your name?”

“Jeonghan.”

“And all you guys are from Sigma, right?”

“Yes.”

“So-”

“Enough. Make sure to check on the wound so it doesn’t get infected.”

With that said Jeonghan left the restroom. You hung around for a moment, collecting your thoughts. It seemed they would keep their word as you didn’t see Wonwoo for weeks. You figured they finally got it through his head that it was a bad idea to hang around a freshman. It did suck as it felt like losing a friend, but you had also been using him as an excuse not to socialize. One friend was enough, or at least you told yourself, but it would be better to have friends your own age who are going through similar things as you.

You got into your own rhythm with school work and social activities. Before you knew it midterms had arrived. Of course your roommate had mentioned some parties, some hosted by Sigma, but you skipped out on them. The alcohol and loud music and possible drugs and one night stand objectives wasn’t really you. Besides, you’d be more likely to run into Wonwoo if you went out partying. You didn’t think you were missing anything. Most nights you’d head over to the library for some studying. It was always quiet once the sun went down, that is unless you walked by a party.

“Y/n.”

You didn’t even stop to look, just picking up the pace but you heard footsteps right behind you, and soon enough a hand grabbed your arm and turned you around.

“Don’t walk away from me.”

“Please leave me alone.”

“Look, I need to apologize.”

“Apologize?”

“My brothers crossed the line with threats, and shouldn’t have involved themselves.”

“Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve been gone for days now… I mean I don’t know your schedule or anything, but you’ve been okay, right?”

“Yeah… I’m fine.”

“Then we can part ways.”

“What?”

“You really helped me adjust to campus life, but your brothers are clearly worried about you, and I don’t want to get in the way of anything.”

“You’re not. I-”

“Your brothers don’t want us to socialize, and I’m gonna respect that.”

“Fuck them.”

“What?”

“They don’t know anything! I’m not just gonna leave you alone cause they said so. I want to get to know you and be your friend, your closest confidant, and they’re not-”

“Wonwoo, do you hear yourself? What is going on with you!? Cause you’re not the person I met.”

“I’m fine, we’re fine, so can we just move past this and-”

“No!” 

You tried to get yourself free from Wonwoo, but his grip was firm. As you struggled his hold only got tighter, and it started to hurt.

“Wonwoo… let go… you’re hurting me…”

“I’m not gonna let them get in between us again.”

“Wonwoo, what are you talking about? It’s my decision-”

“It’s not! They’ve said stupid shit and you believe them.”

“It doesn’t matter if I do, I don’t want to be around you.”

“You… you don’t mean that…”

“Wonwoo, please let go. Maybe we can talk later or-”

“No, there is no later. When they realize I snuck out and-”

“You snuck out? See, your brothers are worried about you.”

“They don’t care, they’re just getting in the way.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Us. You’re coming with me.”

“Wonwoo, I’m not going anywhere with-”

“I’m not asking.”

Now you were panicking and really trying to free yourself, but Wonwoo wouldn’t budge. He began to drag you along with him, but you fought him. Although when you started screaming he pulled you close. You could barely register what was happening until he had your back pressed against his chest, and he was forcing your mouth open while he poured some liquid down your throat. You tried not to swallow, but you soon began to feel dizzy, your vision starting to go dark.

“… wonwoo…”

🖤

As you began to regain consciousness the first thing you felt was cold. You opened your eyes to darkness, and even once you adjusted to the light there wasn’t much to see. You apparead to be in some kind of concrete room, like a basement. You were sitting on a mattress and then you realized the chain around your ankle. Panic started to build up and you tried to get the restraint off, but it was no use. You couldn’t do much else but scream for help, hoping someone would hear you. The only way out was the door, but you soon realized you couldn’t get anywhere near it. You were about to scream again when you heard voices.

They were approaching fast, and it seemed to be some kind of commotion. You quickly backed up, tripping over the chain and collapsing onto the mattress. When the door opened you were momentarily blinded by the light. Although once you could see again the scene before you didn’t make much sense. A group of boys threw Wonwoo into the room, yelling at him to get his head on straight and calm down. In response Wonwoo growled back, making an attempt to escape, only to get thrown back in. You locked eyes with him, seeing them glow in a strange way which struck fear into you. That’s when everyone else became aware of your presence but it was far too late. 

Wonwoo scrambled over to you, pulling you into his arms and nuzzling your neck. You went still, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. Your eyes were wide with fear and the others had come into the room, all of them in disbelief as well. They tried to get Wonwoo to let you go, only for him to snap back at them and bite one of them. You saw blood spill on the floor, trying to cower away but then Wonwoo pulled you close again, this time getting behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He had your back pressed against his chest, nuzzling the crook of your neck once more as he breathed in your scent.

“Wonwoo, let her go!”

“How the fuck did she get in here?” One asked. “When?”

“Wonwoo!”

“She’s my mate.” Wonwoo growled. “She can’t leave!”

“He’s in a fucken rut right now, he’s not thinking straight.”

“I told you guys we shouldn’t have let him out!”

“Then what were we supposed to do with him?”

“Someone go get Seungcheol and Jeonghan.”

“What’s going on…” You mumbled. “I… I don’t…”

“Y/n, right? Everything’s going to be okay.”

One of the boys tried to get close, only for Wonwoo to growl and his hold over you to get tighter. You could feel something digging into your arms, looking down to see Wonwoo had claws and they were digging into your skin.

“Let go!” You cried. “Please, please, Wonwoo…”

“It’s okay.” He whined. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

“You’re hurting me…”

“I’m sorry… I don’t mean to…”

“Please, just let go.”

“But then you’ll try to leave.”

“I won’t run away, I promise.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Wonwoo let out a whine, pressing soft kisses onto your shoulder, then you felt the pain. You screamed as he dug his teeth into your flesh, feeling the blood run down your arm. The guys really started to panic then, yelling at Wonwoo to stop and desperately trying to get you away from him. One of them broke the chain that was around your ankle, and the managed to get you out of Wonwoo’s grasp. They pinned him to the ground, a handful of them using their own weight to keep him still. By then your vision had gotten blurry and you could barely stand on your own. You collapsed to the floor, the world spinning around you. Your breaths were heavy and labored as you tried to calm yourself down.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, what do we do?”

“The fuck happened!?”

“Don’t yell at us, Seungcheol! Yell at Wonwoo!”

“You were also supposed to watch him.”

You could barely make out the gentleman in your field of view. He was trying to talk to you but his voice sounded so far away from you. His hand hovered over your bite mark, looking it over.

“Is the bite gonna take?”

“I’m not sure. Wonwoo, what the fuck!?”

Seungcheol and the others looked back at Wonwoo. He had stopped struggling but was merely watching everything. Once he realized all eyes were on him he smiled, showing his bloody teeth proudly.

“Mine.”

[fawnpalmer]

WIP Wednes(thurs)day!!!

Posting this to put some fire under my ass to finish up the most recent chapter in my Solavellan hell modern university AU, Tenure Track

Tagging @carnalapples @goldcranes @snail-eggs @weaponizedvirtue if they feel like it!

Solas x Lavellan

Summary: Once, Leonora Lavellan was his student. A bright, focused graduate student pleased to catch the eye of the distinguished Professor Harel whose seminars on Classical Greece were the stuff of legends.

Now she is his colleague, freshly minted junior faculty in the same department where she started her Ph.D., where they became so entangled, where so much went wrong.

She intends to pretend as if she never knew him and, at first, it seems that he intends to do the same, but they cannot escape the almost supernatural pull between them.

Will it lead again to their ruin or will something bloom in the rubble of their former love?

-or- Redeemed Solas Arc but make it modern au

~

2018

“I don’t believe you work on the classical world,” he says, moving with the grace of a dancer from behind his desk to where she is standing now in the archway above his office door. She hadn’t expected him to be so long, so lean. So handsome. She’d looked him up, of course, before this meeting. Found a department profile intimidating in its sparseness and a headshot set in intriguing, pretentious abstraction. In it, she could see his shaved head and the strangely classical lines of his face. What the photo didn’t show is the deep-set sparkle in his pale eyes, the soft lines of his wide full lips so set apart from the rest of his face. A hollowness to his cheeks that highlights their severity, speaks to a man wedded to his books and his work. What that photo, or his lengthy attached CV, could not convey, is the power of his presence. A smooth, stern sort of presence. She imagines he could hush a room. Leonora feels wild. Hair dark and waved about her face. A smoke around her eyes to heighten the olive skin she got from her mother. She wonders if she looks Greek to him. If she looks ancient. Her thoughts spin. She is unprepared. “Certainly, I would have met you before now if that was the case.” And there’s a weight to it that Leonora must be creating in her own mind, but she castes a glance, on instinct, to his ring finger and finds it pleasingly empty.

“No,” she says, “but I do work on the end of the world.”

[masked-vee]

Harmonia Warm Welcome

The three young prodigies met their professors with the burlap Baneumbreon, making double sure that the children were safe in the university, and he was reassured, multiple times.

After a teary goodbye, from Mouse and Stitches, Marcin lead the trio to their dorm.

"And here we are. Home, sweet dorm." The shiny Lopunny smiled. "The previous students that lived here had a bunk bed in one room. Since that Stitches guy said that Mouse can't sleep by themself, you three will need to discuss the sleeping arrangements."

The trio listened while getting accustomed to their new surroundings.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to call any of your councilors or professors at the front desk." The Lopunny assured. "Now, if you three got everything under control, I'll be out of your way. I've got a mountain of paperwork to file..." Marcin mumbled at the end.

"Thank you for having us here." Grey bowed politely.

"You're quite welcome, young mix." The shiny Lopunny returned the bow. "Welcome to Harmonia University." Was the last thing he said before closing the door. He sighed, and hopped his way to the staff room.

Unbeknownst to him, three students were walking down that same hallway.

"Remember you two, we need to make a good impression on these kids, that means no Mankey business." The Sneasler said.

"I'll refrain from the fangirling, Fiona. What I'm more curious about is the rumors around them." The shinx said.

"Violeta, these kids haven't been here for a day, and they've already got rumors about them?" Fiona asked.

"Yeah, I heard whispers that the little masked Eevee's dad is actually a demon. And the kid wears that mask to hide their demon face." The Lycanroc exclaimed.

"What about that rumor about the Rockruff, I heard he was killed and revived with amnesia." Violeta said.

"Or that Zorua being a princess from another dimension."

"Medley, Violeta, while those rumors are plausible, I think It'd be best not to bring those rumors up around them." Fiona said. The trio quieted down when they heard voices on the other side of the door.

They all put their ears to the door...

"...All I I'm saying is that we're going to need a code word when things get overwhelming for Mouse." Grey said.

"Of course, But what would be a good word...?" A more mature female voice said.

"Maybe fluff?" Oaken suggested. "That would be my word, but since it's Mouse's word, we should let them come up with it."

"I like fluff." Mouse signed.

"Looks like fluff is staying." The woman's voice said.

"Did one of them bring there mom here?" Violeta asked.

"They couldn't have, only their dad dropped them and their friends off." Medley replied.

"Hold on... I think I heard something." Grey said as footsteps approached the door.

Thinking fast, Fiona knocked on the door. There was a moment of silence, until the door opened slightly, and the Zorua peered out. "Are you one of the new prodigy students?" The Sneasler asked.

"Yes... Who are you?" Grey asked in a suspicious tone.

"Fiona, and these are my friends, Violeta and Medley." Fiona answered. "May we come in and introduce ourselves."

Quietly, Grey opens the door, allowing the the trio entry. Oaken was sitting at their desk writing things down, and Mouse backed themself into a corner, wrapping their arms around their knees and tail wrapped around their feet.

Slowly, Medley sat down next to Mouse, carefully as to not make the nervous Eevee feel cornered. "I'm Medley. What's your name?" The Lycanroc said.

"I'm Mouse." Mouse signed, still nervous.

Medley smiled a little, not really sure how to react. "I... I don't know what that means."

"I do, they said their name is Mouse." Grey said. "They're too shy to speak, so they use sign language to communicate."

"By the way, do you have someone else here with you?" Violeta asked.

"What do you mean?" Oaken tilted his head. "It's just me, Mouse, and Grey."

"We thought we heard another voice." The shinx explained.

"I think you mean me." Mouse pulled a green hilt out of their pocket. "My name is Elizabeth. And I'm this kid's guardian and protector." Everyone looked at Mouse and Elizabeth in amazement. "This child may be small, but they're stronger than they look."

"Mouse and I were enrolled due to our better than average stats for your typical Eevee and Zorua." Grey explained.

"And Oaken?" Fiona pointed to the Rockruff.

"I'm just really good at math." Oaken smiled with a giggle, causing everyone laugh with him.

"Anyway..." Fiona cleared her throat. "Anyway, we just wanted to stop by and give you three a warm welcome."

"And what better way than inviting you to a little friendly game night." Medley smiled, wagging their tail.

"And don't worry, we'll make sure our friends aren't too immature." Fiona assured.

"We're gonna be playing Jackbox!" Violeta grinned.

"You just need a phone, a tablet, or a laptop, and the game host takes care of the rest." Medley explained.

"Only if you guys want to." Fiona said.

Grey thought for a moment, then looked at her friends, as if they shared the same thought. "Okay, We'll join you." Grey smiled. "It sounds fun."

"Great!" Medley jumped up. "We set up in one of the library's study room tonight at 6:00."

"Alright, you two, let's leave so the kids can finish unpacking." Fiona said as she ushered her friends out. "We hope to see you soon."

When they left, Mouse stood up very excited. They looked over to see Grey's with a conflicted look on her face. They put a paw on her shoulder, making her look at the tiny Eevee. Reassuringly, The Zorua held their paw. "It's okay, Mouse. Letting my guard down is hard after what happened. Hopefully during the game tonight, I can actually relax."

Later that night, the Jackbox session went off without a hitch! There were laughs, jovial names thrown, snacks shared, a good time was had by all.

Maybe this would be a safe place after all.

Marcin, Fiona, Medley, and Violeta belong to @harmonia-university

Hope you liked it!

[curiouswisp]

On my knees begging!!!! For the first time rukhana realized she might be falling for emmrich.... (and vice versa?????) im so nosy i have to know

Ohhhhh I felt obliged to actually write instead of just yap because she’s your OC-in-law so have some Rukhana musings below:

Home: Rukhana x Emmrich

Home. It was a complicated subject for Rukhana. For some people it is a place, or maybe a person, or somewhere more specific; a lab or a battlefield. She had spent most of her life feeling adrift, present but not included. Almost belonging, almost happy. She had made the most of her unusual upbringing rising though the ranks of the Mourn Watch guard and, through some fortuitous circumstances, eventually finding her way to political advising. Then the War of the Banners happened and turned everything she had built for herself upside down, exiled for daring to protect the only place she had ever know as home. She had spent half a year away from the Necropolis, anger and hurt taking root as home in the space left behind.

Her first visit back after exile was to meet with Professor Emmrich Volkarin. She dreaded the visit so much it made her stomach turn, but never one to back down from a challenge she returned "home" with all the customary greetings and ceremony expected of her. She laughs now to think about the man she thought she was going to solicit for help. In her mind, the Professor would be a stuffy old man, morose and macabre, that she would have to babysit during their quest to stop Solas. Instead, she met a charmingly enthusiastic companion who tended to keep an eye on her more often than he needed watching himself. Along with him came Manfred, his skeletal assistant. Rukhana was besotted immediately with Manfred. She had, of course, worked closely with many of the skeletal inhabitants in the Necropolis, but none of them had the same personality, the same zest that Manfred did. She often stopped by Emmrich's office in the Lighthouse to inquire after the former wisp. She may have been on the receiving end of a few grumbles after teaching him the game rock, paper, scissors, and Emmrich certainly wasn't pleased when she introduced the concept of gambling to him, but she was enamored with his curious nature and the excitement he showed when learning something new. After the gambling incident, Emmrich would join in on their time together, writing in journals while they sparred with sticks in the courtyard, or playing a round or two of dice games while Ruk tried to explain the concept of probability to Manfred. He claimed a pretense of supervising Manfred's education, but he began to invite her to spend time with the two of them just as often as Ruk came to visit.

The first time he asked her to accompany him (and Manfred of course) back to the Necropolis had been after a particularly grueling visit to Lavendel. Days on end of fighting Darkspawn in the muck had left their group exhausted and in poor spirits. Emmrich had insisted they return to the Necropolis the next day.

"One mustn't forego their duties as a Watcher, even amidst the chaos Solas has wrought"

And so she accompanied him to the Memorial Gardens to perform the sacred rites of remembrance. While there, he confessed that he too was an orphan, by circumstance instead of by birth like Rukhana, but was raised among the dead the same as her. After that, he asked her to accompany him again, this time to deal with some hauntings. And another time simply to grab some ingredients to cook a Nevarran meal for their companions. Without her realizing it, with each visit he asked her to make to the Necropolis a little bit of her hurt and anger was pruned back slowly making room once more for home.

Today he asked her once again for a favor, to join him on a trip to Blackthorne Manor. He had been studying the Hand of Glory they found on a Venatori in the Necropolis and the trail lead to the manor. She's sure it's convenient for him to have a warrior at his back when dealing with situations like these, after all it's not unlike her duties to the necromancers back home. A part of her hopes that her skill with a sword isn't his only reason for the invitation. She enjoys spending time with him and would be pleased if he felt the same. The realization stuns her.

She's flirted with him, sure, but she flirts with everyone. And if she's elated every time the tips of his ears and his cheeks turn a little pink when she says outlandish things to him hoping for a reaction, well everyone has to get their amusement somewhere don't they? The way that her heart beats a little faster when he calls her 'My Dear'? None of her business. Or the fact that he was one of the most kind, patient, handsome men she had ever met. Or that somehow, throughout all of the craziness they were facing together, HE had started to feel like home.

Uh oh.

[hrtfilm]

that one girl ?! natalie scatorccio

request :: “okay okay so listen what if nat and reader hooked up at a party (reader is in college) and they definitely got intimate while on drugs and then reader has to do this thing for extra credit were she as to co-coach.” warnings :: placeholder name “ladybug”, mentions of smut, mentions of hooking up, arguments, high schooler (eighteen) + college student (nineteen), so i was listening to causal by chappell roan.

you didn’t want to even be a co-coach, but you needed the extra credit. and it was more of a “volunteer” type thing anyways, and you were failing a class; and your professor, being a friend of coach scott, said you could get extra credit if you pitched in. didn’t mean you wanted to, you just had to get through the rest the season, and somehow help the girls.

nor did your desire to leave grow quicker and more prominent when your eyes laid soon a sight you dreaded; the girl you hooked up with at a party. god, had you fucked up. you thought she was in college, and you had never seen her. but she was just so fuckin’ cool, and you wanted to.. experiment. with drugs, cocaine. and drinking, mainly drinking. and she was there, willing to help you, in a free bedroom. of course, leading to activities that had her head, in between your legs, enjoying you like a twelve course meal.

and all that, came flashing back in an instant whenever you saw the very, very blond headed girl run across the field with a soccer ball.

only for her to almost, fall over when she saw you, beside coach scott. quietly observing the other girls like she was nothing. y’know, it was no lie you didn’t forget. but, with you being her first girl, she expected for you to maybe call her back. even with you tangled up in your college classes. and natalie attending a party she shouldn’t have been at to begin with, although the scar was still fresh.

and it burnt like hell, and you were the salt in the wound. worse of all? coach martinez and scott had to make a ‘round up’ to introduce you. coach martinez’s voice ringed as he introduced you “this is.. this is—” “ladybug.” you muttered, “you can call me ladybug.” your eyes met natalie’s as she gave you a far from comforting stare, although the others seemed to welcome you. which really was a given; due to the predicament you seem to find your self in. “cute name.” jackie muttered under her breath, the yellowjackets afterwards not hesitating to throw compliments at you.

all except natalie, which of course had the team looking at her like she was a crazy person for not complimenting you. but you weren’t to upset about it, you really had not right to. she grew strings, and you didn’t expect her too. nor did you know until the stares she had been shooting you without hesitation. “yes, ‘m ladybug, ‘n ‘m here for class credit. so i’ll be here every afternoon for practice ‘til the end of the season, and hopefully get you to nationals.” you noticed the eyeroll from natalie, but moved on, letting the other coaches talk about the play, even giving you a copy of the playbook once back on the sidelines.

you watched the girls who definitely showed more than exceptional skills to nationals, although you felt weird. because no matter who you were watching with the ball—you would self consciously check to see wether natalie was alright. “so what do you think?” coach scott asked you, cutting your train of thoughts. which was filled with that beautiful burnout on the field.

“i think their great.” you nodded as your eyes wondered across the field. on a latter, you felt like you were suffocating inside, to watch the same girl who had you crying out with pleasure the night before; it was almost—guilt ridden, because after practice, you waited for the locker room to clear out before going to talk to her. you approached natalie, in a scared—but yet trying to keep her from running off type manner.

“nat,” your voice broke the lethal silence that seemed to take over the room. “can we talk?”

her head snapped up from shoving spear clothes into her duffel back, “don’t call me nat, i don’t know you.” you raised your hands in response, as to say you surrendered to whatever wrath she was going to put you under, as you deserved in her eyes.

although the turmoil swimming in your stomach told you a sharp difference. that you should be mad because she lied to you, lying, saying she was a college student, when it was obvious she wasn’t. or maybe it was your fault for being so gullible, and believing what a stranger said to you. all because you had a desire to experiment with drugs, when you should have been studying for your final. and now, all that could run through your head was the eurphoric feeling of her leg in between your thighs, feeling the cocaine taking full affect of your body as your let yourself unravel for a girl you didn’t know, and had just done drugs with.

“natalie.” you said firmer, your nails digging into your palm, feeling your hands grow clammy by the stand off that seemed to be happening. “‘m sorry, i didn’t call you back—i didn’t know you wanted me too.” you folded. even though you had told yourself you were going to stand up to her. but her piercing eyes told you otherwise.

with anger growing on her face, rather than fading away, she quickly said, “yeah, well sorry isn’t a good enough excuse—i trusted you.” natalie’s voice was sharp, accusing—and it stung.

even if you didn’t know her, you’d gained that much trust within those few hours you were with her, and left her hanging. “natalie, please—” “god, just leave me alone!” she scoffed, slinging her bag around her shoulder, just—leaving you there. without a single thought as you stood awkwardly in the girls locker-room.

[medea10]

Medea Played Pokemon Scarlet & Violet, The DLC’s (Part III)

Just because the main story is over, doesn't mean you have to stop playing the game.

Once you get back from your adventure in Area Zero, Briar has quickly written a book about the ordeal.

An apology for doing absolutely fuck-all when Terapagos was kicking all of our asses and for not controlling Kieran. Fuck no and fuck you.

Actually, you don't have to keep it for long. In Kitakami, go to the Crystal Pond, have Terapagos, and watch as things make no sense.

That's right. A mist comes through and you meet with the professor. You have an in-depth chat about things and in the end, you exchange Briar's book for the Scarlet Book. Everything comes back around full-circle. Back at the school...

Go to Amarys and she'll feed Koraidon/Miraidon a supplement that'll make him fly now.

No, she still doesn't call them by their actual name.

Outside the school, you can meet Mr. Snacksworth. A man who has apparently met nearly every legendary (except Dialga and Palkia) and has crafted snacks for each one.

Once you capture 200 pokemon for your Blueberry pokedex, go to Perrin for a special quest in Area Zero. However, after you complete the request Perrin only gives you a Park ball. You know, the balls you use at the National Park in Johto.

In the clubroom, you can spend those BP's on the item printer, throwing styles, or changing the music.

Cute choices and all, but might I suggest some better songs?

*Mt. Pyre

*Route 27

*Route 44

*The three lakes in Sinnoh

*Lavender Town

Just to name a few.

And of course, you can invite coaches to the club room. Invite two certain coaches at the same time and they might strike up a conversation and you might learn something. Here are some of the things I learned.

*Katy was the one who gave Kofu the Venonat wallet

*Grusha was a fan of Iono's back when she first started streaming

*Nemona knows Lacey from a party a few years prior and gave us confirmation by saying her father Clay's name

*Poppy is nine-years old

*Hassel knows Drayton and his granddad

*Clavell thinks Mr. Jacq-strap is a total slob

*Drayton is a total dick to Kieran long-after the incident

*A lot of the gym leaders are a bit resentful towards Geeta

Let's not forget the gifts and trades! After you battle the coaches, you get a gift. The first time, you might get cool stuff like phone cases, Drayden's black tracksuit, and...

Clive's wig? I look so dead inside.

Invite everyone on the list at least 3 times and trade with all of them will allow you to invite the mystery person named Saffron. That person of course is Cyrano, the director of Blueberry Academy. Defeat him in battle and he'll trade you his Shiny Blitzle.

Let's return to Uva academy and help Team Star.

I got major whiplash seeing Eri here.

Giacomo and Eri ask you for help in tutoring the other Team Star members and hide it from Penny too. It didn't go as planned, but there was a happy conclusion. Plus, you get some new outfits in the process.

This leads to Atticus being grateful for the help that he makes his own garment knock-offs to be bidded on.

Many of these items you might recognize from past games like shoes from Aether, helmets from ORAS, and another reminder of Ball Guy's existence from Sword/Shield. Getting all the items are very costly with most auctions costing as much as 365,000 wing-wangs.

And now, let's get to the Mochi Mayhem.

First of all, you must get this mythical pecha berry from the mystery gift. Once you get it, go to Peachy's store in Kitakami. You notice a certain pink object move and then Arven calls asking to stop by your home. Next thing you know, the object is gone.

Back home, Nemona and Penny joined Arven. There, you also get a letter from Kieran asking for you and your friends to come to Kitakami. He's using snail-mail due to not having a smart-Rotom phone. Before we leave, we learn something about Penny.

Her father used the word "Adven-tour". So it's a good chance that her father is Peony. Which means her sister is Peonia. Which means her uncle is Chairman Rose. I have so many questions and this is the only time we hear about Penny's papa. Once we're in Kitakami, we're greeted with a familiar face.

Kieran is a meek cinnamon roll again. I guess the answer all along was to have him battle with Nemona. Nemona beat the pants off this boy but also had him enjoy himself.

Unfortunately, there is something wonky going on in Kitakami. Carmine has been acting weird. And...um, how do I go about this?

She flaps like a chicken and says the word "Mochi" over and over.

With Carmine acting strangely, there's only one thing to do.

I am...just wow.

After this idiocy, we step outside and it turns into a cliche horror film trope.

Everyone in the town is slowly turning into these flapping, mochi-munchers.

Even Kieran's grandparents get hit with this mochi-demic.

Also, not helping in my suspicions on these two being Jessie and James. I know that's not their names, but Gramps battles you with Arbok and Weezing.

Back at Peachy's, we find the mystery pokemon causing this trouble. But it winds up shooting mochi at us.

Penny and Arven eat up. I avoided it. And Kieran got conked on the head with it. And before you can say, "Mochi, Mochi"...

They were under the mochi spell.

Before you know it, the entire place is surrounded by moch-ombies.

It's just that Nemona is too hard to possess fully.

Once you beat Nemona, you have to fight Peacharunt and catch it.

And those are the DLC's.

The Teal Mask was just okay. I think the only thing I really liked was just Ogerpon and the ability to catch some of my favorite pokemon.

The Indigo Disk, I was actually surprised by. The fact that you couldn't play that one until you've finished Teal Mask and the main game in total meant some major stuff was going to go down. Plus, the battles are a lot harder than normal.

Mochi Mayhem was cute. It reminded me of some of those events for legendaries like the ones in R/S/E or the Victini one in B/W. I'm glad that we got an event pokemon through mystery gift. Something I wish we could have had with Zarude back in gen 8 instead of that bullshit joining a newsletter or something stupid.

So...I suppose this is the end of Scarlet and Violet. Unless we get more mystery gift surprises, this is probably it. I am a little upset that there isn't a battle tower like in previous games. And more important, Pokemon Horizons is going to go off and do it's own thing, not attaching it to the game whatsoever. We'll see what happens at the end of February as Pokemon Day always arrives with huge news in the games department.

And that was Pokemon Scarlet and Violet.

[lutiaslayton]

Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva

ＰＡＲＴ　０３

〚ＦＩＲＳＴ〛〚ＰＲＥＶ〛〚ＮＥＸＴ〛

Disclaimer: This is a fan-translation for the Japan-exclusive novellisation of the movie Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva. The original novel was written by Aya Matsui under the supervision of Akihiro Hino, and belongs to Level-5.

This translation only aims to be a pleasant read for non-Japanese fans, nothing more: I made a few deliberate changes while translating in order to get the writing style closer to what is usually found in English fanfictions, as the Japanese storytelling can sometimes be different than what we are used to.

── Three years ago

＊ A Letter from Janice Quatlane

“Professor, there is a letter for you!”

I held out for him an envelope which had his name on it in neatly drawn cursive.

“Who is it from, Luke?”

He did not look up to read it himself, as I noticed that his eyes were currently glued to his microscope. Scotland Yard had sent him some fossils and asked for his expertise on them.

So I turned the letter around to look at the sender, and read:

“Janice… Quatlane…”

“Janice…” he repeated, deep in thought.

I frowned. “P-Professor, this isn’t the same Janice Quatlane as the opera singer Janice Quatlane, is it?”

“Of course it is,” he simply responded.

“But… You’re saying it so casually! Janice Quatlane is an immensely popular singer in London, maybe even in the entire United Kingdom! Her records always end up selling out so fast in Misthallery…”

As I was still talking, Emmy came back. She was working as the professor’s assistant and would travel around every day to help him with his puzzle solving.

“Luke, you’re so loud that I could hear you all the way from the front gate. So, what’s sold out?”

“Music records… But that’s not important. The professor received a letter from Janice Quatlane, that singer!”

“Whaaat!?”

I was ready to assume that Emmy’s surprised voice must have reached all the way up to the bells of Big Ben, not just the front gate.

“Professor, are you acquainted with Janice Quatlane?”

Our shared excitement finally convinced him to look up from his microscope.

“Janice graduated in Gressenheller. Her major was in the Faculty of Arts, but she also opted for some archaeology classes. She was an enthusiastic and serious student.”

Having said that, he took the letter from my hands, a paper knife from his desk, and removed the seal.

As soon as he ran his eyes over the letter, tension flashed on his face. Emmy’s expression became stern when she saw him.

“Is that a new case?” she asked gravely.

Once he was done reading, the professor took a deep breath, then answered:

“I am not sure we can yet call this a case… but this certainly seems to be a very curious puzzle.”

Emmy eagerly took the letter from his hands when he offered, and she started reading it aloud so I could hear.

Professor Layton, how have you been? For my part, I have just met quite the astonishing event. My friend Melina Whistler, who died of illness a year ago, has come back to life. What’s more, she is now taking the form of a seven-year-old girl… This child knows secrets that only Melina and I could know. I can only assume that this truly is her. To my utter shock, she also said: 　　“I was granted eternal life, Janice.” There is an upcoming performance for a new opera at the Crown Petone Theatre, called ‘The Eternal Kingdom,’ in which I will play the lead role. Professor, please come to this opera. I need you to solve this mystery. 　　　　　To Professor Layton, 　　　　　　my esteemed teacher, 　　　　　　　　　　　Janice Quatlane

As the contents of the letter were unravelled to me, I couldn’t help but get excited.

“Granted eternal life, she says?”

In the ten long years I had lived, never had I ever heard of such a strange story. And yet, ever since I met professor Layton, my days had been a long series of surprises and incessant puzzle-solving.

“Professor, we have to go now! Let’s go to that theatre… to the Crown Petone!”

The professor smiled gently. “It appears that we still have to wait a few days until the performance, Luke.”

“Oh…”

“Come on, you’re in such a hurry,” Emmy giggled mockingly.

As I blushed with embarrassment, she pulled out two tickets from the envelope and showed them to me.

“Hm, she sent two tickets… One is for the professor, of course, but what about the other?”

Oh no, there only were two?

“P-Professor, I’ll go with you!”

“But, as his assistant and as someone who is older than you, it should be my responsibility to go—”

Emmy often loved teasing me like this. This was such a bad habit.

I knew she was not mean-spirited, and that it was my fault for falling into her provocations so easily, but…

Sure, she was his assistant as an actual job. She was older than me, and I was younger than her. Those were facts. But this specific situation was absolutely non-negotiable!

I had decided I would be a perfect gentleman, just like him. From the very moment I saw the professor’s brilliant puzzle-solving in action in Misthallery, this had become my goal.

I could not afford to miss the chance to see him solve another case from up close once again! I had to convince him to let me go…

Just as I was thinking this, he spoke up:

“Emmy, I need you to do some research regarding this ‘eternal life’ matter. Gossip, rumours… Anything you can find. You have to start working on it immediately.”

Instantly, her face switched from her teasing expression, to her working mode expression.

“Right away, Professor!”

And with a quick stride, she ran out of the office. She had only come back a few minutes ago, yet now she was already leaving again, full of energy. This was something I really admired about her.

“Professor, what about me…?”

“Well, I shall ask you to do some research regarding a certain opera called ‘The Eternal Kingdom,’” he said with a wink. “Go to the library, look for recent newspaper articles, and see what you can find.”

“Y-yes!”

“The more mysterious the puzzle, the better it is to have prior knowledge of it,” he explained. “It will serve you greatly once you come watch the opera.”

My eyes widened. “S-so that means— I’m going to the theatre!?”

The professor did not say a single word; but as he looked down on me, his flashing smile answered every question I had.

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