#the first one was far away from the rest of the whiteboard by the way.... so it was a joke about that......

[wowitsverycool]

screenshots of my drawings from that one ISAT whiteboard in april

[bunny584]

OBSESSED: ITADORI

A/N: Quarterback Itadori with #20 on his jersey realizes he has a little (big) problem with a certain cheerleader turned Chem tutor (who also happens to be just a little bit older 🤭). Anon this one is for you! I hope you enjoy 💋

S/N: I’ve never giggled so much writing a piece. This one was so funny to me.

C/W: Aged up characters (19+), college AU, Mature, 18+

“ITADORI!”

Oh for fucks sake.

Yuji can’t drag away from the pyramid of cheerleaders right of center field.

“Coach?”

“IF YOU WANT TO WEAR A SKIRT AND BACKFLIP FOR THE BOYS THEN JUST SAY THAT?!”

His teammates erupt in a chorus of laughter. Coach Yaga is an ass.

Fact.

But he is also living, breathing, comedic relief.

“I would coach, but they aren’t my type!”

Yuji yells back, eyes still lasered to your back. He knows it’ll sear Yaga’s skin right off the bone.

Whatever.

What’s a few more seconds, right?

You are just so…hot.

In a mind-bending kinda way. An optical illusion. Or desert mirage.

A fresh water oasis in a destitute wasteland. Always just a few more steps away. No matter how long he’s been crawling on his knees.

His knees.

He’d kill to be on his knees for you. Diving head first into—

“SHUT THE HELL UP AND GET BACK ON THE FIELD. PINK TOP IDIOT!!”

“Yes sir!” Times up.

“Dude, she’s a smoke show.”

The team’s starting running back (#14) rests his arm on Yuji’s shoulder. Just as four bodies fling you so far against gravity it is questionable whether you’ll come down.

“She’s perfect.”

“And a junior.” #14 reminds him, tugging his helmet back over his head.

“So?”

“Okay, freshmeat. Someone’s got mommy issues.”

Yuji bursts into full belly laughter. Stealing one last glance at you before pulling his helmet on.

His teammates never fail to remind him that he’s the only freshman in Tokyo University history to make starting lineup.

Not to mention quarterback.

“#14, #20 IF YOU DONT STOP RUBBING DICKS ILL WEAR BOTH OF YOUR ASSES TO THE BONE THIS AFTERNOON.”

Yuji promptly takes position at center field. He knows better than to push his luck. Two-a-days are already brutal enough, he has no intention of making his life harder than it is.

But you do.

You are setting flames to the hoops Yuji has to jump through to get through study hall and afternoon practice.

Why else would you wear those yoga pants?

They’re a second skin, for Christ’s sake.

Might as well be body paint. Outlining every tantalizing, serpentine curve. Pretty, full hips. Plump, tight ass. The mouthwatering, puffy rose between your legs just begging to be watered. By his tongue.

Yuji’s palm digs into his crotch. Trying to force his pulsating length from tenting up into the table. Cursing himself for changing out of his compression shorts.

“Hello? Yuji?”

Your dulcet voice echoes between his ears and curls around his dick. Jerking him back down to earth.

“Y-yeah? Hi.”

Yuji forces an acknowledgement through the sharp edges of his voice box. Sitting fully erect in his seat. Scrambling to find the pencil that was supposed to be mirroring your work on the whiteboard.

Because not only are you a perfect 10 on and off the field; you are a prodigy when it comes to chemistry.

And currently in the middle of trying to diffuse some of your excess knowledge into his very deficient head.

You toss your head back. Your laughter is definitely why tales of fishermen being lost at sea exists.

Light.

Breathy.

Soprano crescendo that’s rutting against the few folds in his brain.

“Why are you so distracted today, Yu?”

“Distracted?” His voice cracks.

“Ha—no, I’m not distracted. Sorry, walk me through it again.”

But before Yuji can retreat back into his daydream, you catch him in the Venus fly trap of your gaze. Tilting your head slightly.

Yuji swallows thickly. Frozen in place. Hand pushing down on his cock with all his might. As if you could see through the table.

Did you know he was staring at your ass? Can you tell how hard he is? Is there drool on his face? Shit, there must—

“Woah, the way the sun is catching your eyes right now, Yu.”

You take a half step to the side, allowing the full beam of light to caress Yuji’s already hot face.

A shaky hand swipes along the back of his neck.

“H-huh?”

“Your eyes are so pretty. Warm. Like hot chocolate with cinnamon.”

Your full lips curl into a soft smile. And Yuji bites down a pitiful whine.

“I—thanks.” You don’t hear him. Because he whispers through a wired shut jaw.

Yuji lets his erection tent up, grazing the table. He fists his base through his athletic pants. Ears fiery hot with embarrassment. His hand glides up and down his clothed cock without his permission.

Did you know?

That you snapped his self-control in half?

And shoved him into the darkest recesses of his mind?

Where his most depraved thoughts (and the King of Curses) lives?

Because all Yuji can see is the way your ass ripples and bounces while you scribble hieroglyphics on the whiteboard.

His mind’s eye is currently picturing him fucking you dumber than he is.

Fist full of hair in one hand. Both of your wrists behind your back in another. Mesmerized by the way your plump, fleshy mounds slam against his hips.

Maybe he’ll fuck you in front of a mirror?

So he can make you repeat how pretty you think his eyes are while he brands the shape of his cock into you.

Then he’ll tell you how pretty you are. Creaming all around his length. Drool raining down from your lips in sync with his thrusts.

Maybe he’ll stick a dildo on the mirror so he can watch your mouth get stuffed while he violates your insides?

You’ll look so pretty. When he fills you up with something warm. A little thicker than ‘hot chocolate with cinnamon.’

“Yu? Are you okay?” Genuine concern knocks his lust-drunk thoughts loose.

Yuji blinks himself back to this dimension. Chest heaving. Cramps blooming from his fingertips to his biceps from grasping his sex so hard. He doesn’t need a mirror to know he’s stained blood red. From chin to hairline.

“I-uh. Sick. I’m—I feel sick. Be right back.” He takes off to the male locker room at inhuman speed.

Yuji nearly doubles over the porcelain sink, glaring at his blown out pupils. Olive skin flushed like he just finished a marathon.

He can’t believe he was just groping himself like that in public. In plain sight.

All because you complimented his eyes?!

Who the hell is he?

“Sukuna, give it a rest.”

Yuji hisses poison at his curse. Because he surely wasnt responsible for those lewd actions.

“Oh, I’ll rest you PERMANENTLY you asinine little b—“

“I’m serious. Quit it.”

Yuji darts around the empty locker room. Accidentally raising his voice.

“Quit what, brat?”

“Quit…making me think..things like that.”

Sukuna’s bellowing laughter sounds like nails on a chalkboard. Deafening between Yuji’s ears.

“That’s all you kid. I’m only 10 fingers in. Don’t have that power…yet.”

Sukuna retreats to Yuji’s subconscious. Leaving him stunned. Disbelief crashing into him like tornado winds.

Yuji has never been a pervert.

Sure, he’s had crushes. But he knows how to control his impulses.

He might be dumb like one, but he’s not an actual dog…right?

Wrong.

Yuji dives into an empty stall while his teammates file in. Study hall is complete and afternoon warm-ups are starting soon.

And his neglected, weeping sex is clamoring for attention.

Missing it’s muse — your soft, curvy frame and the ways he wants to fill you.

One hand clamps over his mouth. While the other one tugs his pants down. Thick, heavy length springing free. Sticky and slick with his precum.

His head meets the cool wall. Hips thrusting against his fist. Broken whimpers pushing through the web spaces of his fingers that are digging into his cheek. Choking himself quiet so no one hears his pathetic hormone driven state.

“Mnnhgh f—fuck.” Muffled curses slip past his hand.

His cock is red and engorged. Angry from his abuse. But his hips can’t stop rutting into his hand. Picturing abusing your pretty, swollen cunt.

A hot tear rolls along his cheek, between his fingers. Salty on his tongue.

Curtains start to shade his vision and Yuji’s hands move to cup his bulbous tip. His muscular core tenses and strings of warm, thick seed fills his hands.

The world slowly starts to piece together. His heart rattling in its cage comes to a normal pace. Choppy, incomplete breaths gradually replaced with deep, relaxed ones.

Shit.

He’s in trouble.

Because he needs to pass chemistry to play football. And he needs you to pass.

But he can’t ever look you in the eye again after this display.

After one measly compliment.

How will he act if you bend over in front of him?

Or lean over a little too far?

God forbid you touch his arms or brush against him.?

Then a lightbulb goes off.

Yuji has the perfect solution.

He scrambles to clean up. Putting on his street clothes. Ignoring the quizzical looks from his teammates. He’s going to fix his little problem.

“Coach Yaga?” Yuji is met with an open office door and his coach’s nostrils flaring. Vein along his temple pulsing.

He draws in a steadying breath.

“I can’t play football anymore coach. I quit.”

“….YOU WHAT?!?!”

[mahboimahboi]

TEACHER'S PET x M!Reader (featuring Actor Mackenyu)

Smut (⚠️)

"Yo, our P.E Teacher is so fucking capital H-O-T. Do you think he's married?" You nudged your seatmate, eyes lingering towards the instructor who was standing at the front while he wrote some very important notes on the whiteboard. 'Damn, even the marker look so small in his hand', you thought to yourself, too lost in your thought. It was never your intention to especially fall in love with a teacher, let alone someone who's really strict, but it was the way how he looks so above average than the rest of the teachers in the school. He's so out of this world and looked as though he came straight out of a comic book. Oh, and let's not forget the biceps and the strong arms. He's just so ethereal.

"That's what I've heard," You got snapped out of your trance and looked at your classmate confused. She sighs and stops from listening to the lesson for a minute and turns to you, knowing you were once again daydreaming about the instructor who's literally a whole lotta years older than you. "I mean, I've heard that he's a married man and has a child. So, if i were you, I'd stop sending heart eyes to him, unless you want to get fucking obliterated by his wife." She deadpanned.

"Oh, well—"

"Mr. L/N. Yes, I'd really be glad if you'd come visit me in my office after our class." Your instrutor said, fixing the glasses he had on, before he looks towards you and eyes you. "Don't think I haven't caught you not paying any attention to my class. All you did is disturb your classmate. I can't tolerate that." He let out with a deep, authoritative voice. It sent shivers down your spine and you swore you felt yourself go pale at the sight of his tiger eyes eyeing you down with anger.

"Y-Yes, sir Maeda." You stammered, not even daring to look at his eyes. With all the times he taught the class, this is the only time he called your attention out for not listening to the class. You are finally at the last strike. Only for this specific teacher, you wanted to be seen as a good student. One who studies and does well in class to impress your instructor, but all you ever did so far was to irritate the male. So much for a good impression. Embarrassed, you buried your head in your arms, wanting to just vanish.

Later, after your class session with Mr. Maeda ended, the instructor gestures with his eyes for you to follow him to his office. You did as you are told, hanging your head low, ashamed of yourself. Usually, Mr. Maeda would talk to you about important stuff, but now it is rather silent and... awkward. The rest of the walk was quiet, too much that it was deafening.

Once you both arrive at his office, he lets you in first, looking up at him only to see him raise a brow at you. You squeaked in fear and entered the room quickly, scared with what he had in plan for you. "Mr. L/N. Your attitude in class is getting out of hand." Mr. Maeda starts, his voice low as he puts his books on his table before sitting down his swivel chair. "It's quite disrespectful staring at your teacher with so much going on inside your head." Hearing those words, you hesitantly look up to see the adult male with a smirk on his handsome face. He tilts his head to the side, then stands up from his seat and slowly starts striding his way towards you. "Tell me, what goes on in your head during my class... Y/N?" His voice came out like a slither, a spell from a book that entranced you.

You swallowed the huge lump that formed in your throat, looking away from the male. The male scoffs, leaning on the edge of his table, now stood in front of you, crossing his arms. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, Y/N. Haven't I taught you proper respect enough?" You stayed silent, but you could already feel yourself start to get hard. You subtly moved your hands to cover your erection that made an obvious tent on your pants. "Well, look who got excited." He mocked. "Y/N. While I'm asking nicely, answer me."

"I-It's... too absurd." You answered him, but the other male was unfazed.

"Well, I don't care how absurd it is." But then, a bright idea flickers in his head and a soft chuckle moves past his lips. "Alright, if you're afraid to tell me," He trailed off, moving towards you. He sat down beside you, enticingly spreading his legs open and whispering to your ear. "Why don't you show me?" His smirk grows wider, when he notices the red color on your face.

You covered your ears and moved away as far as you can from him. "S-Sir. I mustn't. You have a child and a wife. I can't simply—"

"Who told you that?" He asks you, his voice stern and sounded frustrated. You didn't say a word. "Y/N, I'm starting to get fucking bored." You started to think about it, whether or not you'd take the opportunity, but the fact that he never confirmed whether or not what you heard is true, scares you and it isn't just right.

In the end, it only took one forceful and lust-filled kiss that was initiated by Mackenyu who had one hand behind your neck. At first, shock was the only thing you felt, before the male started to feel you up and down your waist. This wasn't right. It didn't feel right at all, but why did it feel so good at the same time? You, soon melt into the kiss and start kissing him back lavishly, following the same rhythm.

Much to the male's surprise, he didn't know you were that easy of a prey and he was a predator, ready to eat the result of his hunt. Too high in the clouds and your head filled with lust, you made your way to ride on his thighs, being careful not to break the kiss. Mackenyu notices how you still looked a little hesitant. Wanting to help, he pulls away and puts his hands on both sides of your hips. "Listen, Y/N. Don't believe everything you've heard about me. You're getting too stiff for me to handle." You blushed at his words, then nodded your head in reply. "That's a good boy." He commented, before pushing his lips back to yours.

Your bottom felt a slight poke, catching your attention. You pulled away from the other male, watching you start to stroke him. "Whatever you want, doll." He smirks.

You got down to your knees, feeling the warmth he gave off. Hurriedly, you unzip the zipper to his pants only to realize that he wore no under garments underneath, turning you on even more. Due to his tight pants and the girth of his cock, the button pops off, almost hitting you on the forehead. "Oh my, sir. I've always imagined just how big you are." You stated, smirking proudly to yourself now that you've finally made a dream come true.

The male groans and puts his hand on top of your head as you desperately wrap your lips around his cock. Mackenyu lets out a breathy moan, pushing his head back as he lets you do your own thing. It felt good to know a person is very skilled with their mouth. "Fuck, doll. You're making me feel so good." He hums in pure bliss, standing up as he takes a hold of your head and starts fucking your mouth out with his dick, surprising you. Fortunately, you have trained yourself enough to get through a rough mouth-fucking, but the taller male's size is a lot larger than what you've thought. You took it good, though and it was enough for Mackenyu who looked like he was having the time of his life. "Holy shit. Fuck." He grunts, biting on his lip.

This went on for a few minutes, before his thrusts started to get sloppy, indicating that he was near his climax. He doesn't say a word or heads up, only shocking you when he buries his thick cock in your throat and finishes. "FUCK!" He moans out with his mouth left hanging open, convulsing in place.

He gives your mouth a few more thrusts to ride out his high, before pulling out and taking out spare pants from his drawer. "Haven't felt that good for so long, no rather, at all." He told you, yet you are still in a daze with what just happened, smiling to yourself. "I don't think you'd want this to be the first and last, right, Y/N?" He asks you in a sultry voice.

"No, sir." You let out making the teacher smirk in success. You pass out in his office room and the male lifts you into his arms and puts you down on a bench near his desk where you can rest comfortably.

"Good pet." He laughs softly, before he goes out of his office and moves to his next class.

[miley1442111]

i wanted to- b.floyd

a/n: intended for fem or male reader, so imagine what you like:)))))))))

Avoidant/restrictive food intake disorder (ARFID) is a condition that causes you to limit the amount and type of food you eat. ARFID can cause you to lose interest in eating.

summary: your boyfriend cares about you. a lot.

pairing: bob floyd x ARFID reader

warnings: fluff, talk of ARFID

You shuffled around his kitchen, trying to be as silent as humanly possible. You scrawled a note on the whiteboard on his wall, telling him you love him and that you’re sorry you have to slip out, the usual necessity of having to have breakfast- a difficult task when you had ARFID. Though it had gotten better. You had around 30 safe foods, but only one safe breakfast food, porridge with honey. But it had to be made with a certain milk and it had to be your favourite brand of oats. You knew Bob hadn’t been at his apartment in weeks. He’d come home from deployment and you’d gone straight to his hometown to celebrate one of his cousins getting married.

It was 5:09am, and to be honest you were exhausted. You wanted to stay in bed with Bob and not have to drive back to your own apartment (your apartment that was a 30 minute drive away). To be perfectly honest, you wanted to live with Bob. His apartment was home for you- even though you’d only been officially dating for 6 months. You leaned against the counter, closing your tired eyes as you waited for your morning coffee to brew. You felt familiar hands rest on your waist, his chest against your back. You hummed softly as his warm hands explored beneath your shirt, never going too high. He was always the perfect gentleman. A smile spread across your face and he huffed. 

“Come back to bed,” he mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep and hoarse from not using it. His morning voice made you practically weak in the knees. “Please?” he added meekly.

“I have to eat,” You sighed. “But I wish I could.”

“I bought your breakfast stuff,” he yawned, and you turned around, your chests meeting. His eyes were still closed, his glasses were crooked, and his uncovered chest was radiating heat. You could almost cry at his gesture. None of your past boyfriends had really cared all that much about your condition, one going as far to say ‘get over it’. 

“You didn’t have to do that-”

“I know. Bagman and Rooster said I was whipped when I picked them up on the way home from base. But I wanted to,” his southern drawl was more prominent when he’d been around family, and you’d just spent the past weekend with his siblings, cousins, and parents. “Now come back to bed.”

“Let me pay you back-” You knew your specific products couldn’t have been cheap, they were hard to find, a specific brand of porridge oats and a local honey. 

“No,” He yawned, a lazily smile making its way to his lips. “You made me split the bill on our first date.”

You rolled your eyes, he always brings that up.

“Don’t roll your eyes,” he had finally opened his eyes. “Come back to bed.”

You chuckled into his shoulder, your tiredness taking over. “Don’t know if I can walk all the way back down the hall.”

Now it was his turn to chuckle, then he picked you up as you squealed, and placed you back on his bed. He got in after you and wrapped his arms around you as you curled into his side, your head slotting perfectly between his shoulder blade and neck. He smiled as you snored softly. 

He thought you were perfect. 

How did he ever get so lucky?

[ducktoo]

Syncing Dream [Aespa x M!Reader]

20. Kabe-down

Note: this is so dumb lmao

Masterlist here

It had been a whirlwind month leading up to the release of “Supernova,” aespa’s next major comeback. Every day had been packed with rehearsals, recordings, interviews, and meetings. Y/n had barely had time to breathe, let alone recover fully from the tension of the previous weeks.

Though things between him and the group had patched up after their argument, the stress was still there, simmering beneath the surface.

The comeback was only a few days away, and the pressure of everything coming together had everyone on edge. Y/n had late nights going over scheduling details, answering last-minute requests from staff, and reviewing their choreography for any final adjustments. Though exhausted, he couldn’t help but feel proud of how far they had come.

But today was different. Today was a rare, precious day off. No rehearsals, no interviews, no meetings. Just a day to unwind before the final sprint toward the comeback. The atmosphere at the dorm was strangely quiet for a group that usually thrived on chaos, and Y/n thought they might actually take the time to relax.

At least, that’s what he thought.

“Jung Y/n!” Ningning’s voice pierced the quiet of the dorm, shattering his brief moment of peace.

Y/n didn’t even bother looking up from the screen, his voice dripping with resignation. “Yea Ning?”

Before he could get a proper answer, Winter popped her head into the room, grinning mischievously. “You’ve been on that game all morning. Time to earn your keep, idiot.”

Y/n groaned, but still paused the game, fully aware that ignoring Winter and Ningning was a fool’s errand. “Can’t a guy get some downtime before things go crazy again?”

Winter smirked, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Downtime? You’ve been checking your emails and gaming every five minutes. This isn’t downtime.”

Caught red-handed, Y/n let out a defeated sigh. “Alright, what’s the next disaster this time?”

Ningning stepped into the room with a flourish, dragging a whiteboard behind her, already filled with scrawled text. “We figured it’s time for some fun! Behold, the Day Off Challenge Series!”

“…seriously?”

“Cmon! Just hang out with us please?” Ningning pleaded. “Just a fun way to amend after that whole thing.”

“But thi-.. Ah whatever. Does sound funny now that I think about it.”

Y/n stood up reluctantly, walking into the living room where the rest of the girls were gathered. Karina and Giselle were lounging on the couch, watching with amused anticipation as Ningning set up the board.

“We’ve got a list of challenges,” Karina explained, gesturing to the board with a sly grin. “And you, Y/n, are not getting out of it.”

“Since when I can..”

Giselle, stretching her arms lazily, laughed. “Besides, we need to lighten the mood before the big comeback. You’ve been way too serious lately, Y/n.”

“…we could’ve just played Uno.”

“Eh. Too boring. Pass.” Giselle waved off.

Y/n eyed the whiteboard and spotted one challenge in particular that made him cringe: Kabedon Challenge. Scribbled in Ningning’s unmistakably messy handwriting, it was clear they had something up their sleeves.

“Ning, one, fix your handwriting. Two, really? Kabedon?” he muttered, narrowing his eyes at them. “How is that supposed to be relaxing?”

Winter smirked, stepping closer. “It’s trending, and it’s fun! Besides, it’s harmless.”

“It’s not even trending…”

“Tsk. Whatever, Aeri-unnie just wanna see some spicy stuff apparently.”

“Nice of you to throw me under the bus, Minjeong.” Giselle glared.

Y/n let out an exaggerated groan, throwing his hands up. “Harmless for you guys, maybe…”

Karina stood up and walked over to him, her expression unreadable. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Y/n. Come on, first round—me.”

Y/n stared at her for a second, almost reconsidering the whole situation. “Is this an undercover to get Rina and me to make up from that fight again? I told you we're cool now”

Ningning beamed, already recording on her phone. “Yes! And also it's just funny so do it!”

Y/n sighed. “Please don’t rocket punch me, Rina-ya.”

“No promise, mister.”

Resigned to his fate, Y/n stepped forward. He placed one hand on the wall beside Karina’s head, leaned in slightly, and did his best attempt at a dramatic kabedon. His face was inches from hers, their eyes locked.

But Karina didn’t even blink. Her expression remained neutral, even bored. “That’s all you’ve got?”

Y/n pulled back, blinking in confusion. “Tsk. Your face card is too strong that I can barely do anything!”

“Make no sense but whatever”. Karina shrugged, crossing her arms. “Try harder next time, Y/n. You’re going to need more than that to impress me.”

Giselle burst into laughter from the couch. “She’s right, Y/n. You’ll need to crank up the intensity to crack the ice queen.”

Y/n shook his head, stepping away from Karina. “Alright, I give up. You win this round.”

Before he could retreat to the safety of the couch, Winter stepped forward, blocking his path with a mischievous grin on her face. “Wait a minute. My turn!”

“You?” Y/n stared at her, blinking in disbelief. “You want me to do the kabedon thing on you too?”

Winter leaned casually against the wall, tilting her head with a playful glint in her eyes. “Come on, idiot. Let’s see if you can handle me.”

“Uh…” Y/n glanced at the others for some kind of lifeline, but they were all watching with anticipation. He couldn’t back out now. “Alright, fine.”

He stepped toward Winter, but something about this felt… different. Maybe it was the look in her eyes, or maybe it was because the atmosphere had shifted since the Karina challenge. Either way, as he approached, he felt the tension rise.

Y/n placed his hand on the wall beside Winter’s head and leaned in, close enough to feel her breath on his skin. The playful grin on her face faltered, replaced with something more serious.

Winter blinked, her gaze shifting between Y/n’s face and his hand. Her cheeks flushed just the slightest bit. “Okay… you’re not going easy on me, huh?”

Y/n smirked, his voice lower than usual. “You told me not to.”

Maybe because he ignored everything around them, but his sense was extremely heightened. Her cheeks were beat red. It seemed like she used the perfume he got for her after the recent tension. Her breathing went in tandem with his racing heartbeat.

For a second, neither of them said anything. The room, usually filled with the girls’ teasing remarks and laughter, was now eerily quiet. Even Karina, the so-called ice queen, watched with wide eyes, sensing the sudden shift in energy.

“Uh… guys?” Ningning whispered, her eyes darting between Winter and Y/n. “This is getting kinda… spicy.”

Y/n was about to pull away, feeling the weight of the moment, but Winter reached up, lightly grabbing the collar of his jacket. Her voice was softer than before.

“Ya… don’t back out now.”

If this was in the hospital, his monitor would be a straight line after that bombshell.

Before Y/n could respond, Ningning’s loud, teasing whistle broke the tension. “Woo! Y/n, you’ve got game!”

Winter quickly let go of his sleeve, her face turning a shade redder than before. She cleared her throat, trying to play it off. “Okay, okay, maybe you win this one.”

Y/n took a step back, laughing awkwardly to diffuse the situation. “Alright, enough of this. Can I please go back to the couch?”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s enough!” Ningning shouted, breaking the moment with a loud laugh. “Winter’s getting flustered!”

Winter quickly straightened up, clearing her throat. “I’m not flustered! It’s just a game.”

But her flushed cheeks betrayed her words, and even Karina couldn’t help but chuckle. “Looks like you’re not as tough as you thought, Winter.”

Winter shot her a glare, but before she could respond, Ningning raised her hand. “My turn!”

Y/n rubbed the back of his neck, giving a half-hearted laugh. “Are you guys really all going to do this?”

Ningning didn’t answer; she just marched up to the wall, positioning herself with an exaggerated pose, ready for her turn. “Come on, Y/n. You’ve got to do this one right.”

“But my co-“

“Shush, Jung Y/n, and let me have my fun!”

He stepped forward, feeling like this was the weirdest day off he’d ever had. He placed his hand against the wall, trying to keep things light. But Ningning, true to her chaotic nature, had other ideas. As soon as he leaned in, she let out a dramatic gasp and clutched her chest, making it seem like she was in some cheesy drama.

“Oh no, Y/n, what are you doing to me?” Ningning wailed, throwing in some fake tears for effect.

Y/n couldn’t help but burst into laughter, stepping back with a grin. “Ning, you fcking Kdrama addict.”

Giselle, barely holding in her laughter, waved her hand from the couch. “That was more dramatic than actual dramas, Ningning.”

Ningning stood up straight, dusting off her shirt. “I live for the drama, thank you very much.”

Finally, all eyes turned to Giselle. She grinned, shaking her head. “I’ll pass. No way I’m getting roped into this.”

But Ningning wasn’t having it. “No way! If I had to do it, you have to too. Come on, Aeri-unnie, take one for the team.”

With a sigh of resignation, Giselle stood up, making her way to the wall. “Fine, but I’m not making it easy.”

Y/n, by now feeling like an (self-claimed) expert in kabedon, stepped up once again. He braced himself against the wall, leaning in toward Giselle. Her eyes narrowed as she stared him down, refusing to let him fluster her.

“Is this supposed to be intimidating?” Giselle asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Because it’s not working.”

Y/n chuckled. “Okay, okay. I get it. I’m not cut out for this.”

Before he could pull back, though, Giselle leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between them just enough to make Y/n freeze. “This is how you do one, boy.”

Before he could react, Giselle’s boldness had gone just a little too far for one person in the room. “I-I…”

Without missing a beat, Winter, sitting nearby, narrowed her eyes at the sight. The playful atmosphere turned slightly competitive in her head. Her gaze flicked to Giselle, then back to Y/n, and without a word, Winter stood up and stealthily made her way toward them.

Just as Giselle seemed ready to continue her teasing, Winter stepped in and, with no hesitation, pinched Giselle’s arm.

Hard.

“Ow! What the—” Giselle jumped, pulling back from Y/n as she rubbed her arm. “What was that for?”

Winter didn’t bother with an explanation. Instead, she crossed her arms and shot Giselle a look. “You were getting too close, unnie.”

Giselle raised an eyebrow, surprised by Winter’s sudden interference. "Jealous much?"

Winter, though slightly flushed, kept her cool, or at least tried to. "No….Just keeping things in check. I’m the only one allowed to make him flustered."

Ningning cackled at the scene, pointing between Winter and Giselle. "Oho, look at this! Jealous Winter is out here protecting Y/n like a guard dog."

Y/n blinked, trying to wrap his head around what just happened. “Wait, what? Why does it feel like I’m caught in some sort of territorial dispute?”

Karina, leaning against the arm of the couch with a smirk, chimed in, “Looks like someone’s a little possessive today, huh, Winter?”

Winter shrugged, her cheeks a little pinker than usual. “Tsk. Just making sure things don’t get out of hand. That’s all.”

Giselle, still rubbing her arm, shook her head with a laugh. “Fine, fine. I’ll back off. But you didn’t have to pinch me so hard.”

Y/n let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I feel like I should be worried about you all at this point."

Winter flashed him a satisfied smile, happy to have ended the kabedon challenge before it escalated further with Giselle. “You should be more worried about yourself, idiot . You’re not as smooth as you think.”

The room erupted in laughter again, with Ningning still poking fun at the situation, but Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that this playful banter between Winter and Giselle might not be over anytime soon.

For now, though, it was just another ridiculous day in the dorm—a break from the intensity of their upcoming comeback, but with a bit of chaos to keep things interesting.

“Alright.” Karina clapped. “While Minjeong is still being jelly, time for Y/n to get kabedoned back.”

“Wait, what-“

[thetarttfuldickhead]

It’s a little unclear, in the end, how the conversation gets there, because all in all the Richmond dressing room isn’t the site of that many sex jokes, not since Colin came out and no longer feels the need to make them. But they’re still lads, yeah, and young, mostly, so the jokes still happen, even if it’s just gentle ribbing, and silliness.

So: somehow, one morning halfway into Roy’s first year as head coach, the topic turns to sex, of the rougher variety. Roy’s only listening with half an ear, he’s busy sketching out the new trick plays Nate’s dreamed up on the whiteboard, and he doesn’t really catch the build-up, but when Jamie’s name is mentioned his ears perk up without him even really noticing. It’s become instinct at that point, keeping track of Jamie (even as Roy does his best to give all his players at least some semblance of equal attention).

“We know that Jamie likes it rough, though,” Zorro says, and the rest of the group oh:s and ah:s either knowingly or in surprised glee.

“Eh?” Jamie sounds startled by the assertion, but not particularly put off. (He never really is, as long as he gets attention, Roy thinks with an internal scoff that’s far fonder than he’d ever admit to.) “What makes you say that?”

“You told us!”

Out of the corner of his eye, Roy can see Jamie shake his head. “I don’t know what you’re on about, mate.” Still not bothered, but clearly not understanding what Zorro is getting at either.

Isaac throws him a disbelieving glance. “You don’t remember, bruv? It was when you first came here, before you started going out with Keeley.”

“Yeah,” Colin interjects, “You’d only been here for about two weeks, I think, but you came into training with these marks and bruises, and it turned out you’d hooked up with a girl the night before, but you hadn’t known she was a professional dominatrix before you got to her place.”

Hoots and titters at that, delighted and amused but not unkind.

“Exactly,” Zorro says. “And you told us you’d just gone with it because you have to try everything at least once, and it hadn’t been bad.”

Ah. Roy remembers now. He’d already been absolutely fed-up with Jamie’s attitude, the arrogance and selfishness and incessant need to put others down, and the striker’s total lack of shame and casual smugness about the marks had rubbed Roy entirely the wrong way. Not because people should be ashamed for liking that sort of stuff, of course (Roy wasn’t), but there was such a thing as common decency and unspoken rules about not parading around the dressing room like you were in a fucking porno or some shit and—

If Roy was honest about it, he’d mostly been pissed because it was Jamie, and everything Jaime did pissed him off back then (though, to be fair, most of what Jamie did back then was fucking shitty, so it’s not like Roy was wrong to be pissed. Most of the time).

“Oh.” Jamie’s voice is soft, suddenly. Small, in a way that has alarm bells going off like air raid sirens in Roy’s head. “Yeah. Um.”

The realisation hits Roy a second before it does the rest of the team, and his ears are already filling with a terrible ringing as the room falls silent behind him. He can feel himself grow rigid with rage, and with cold, curdling shame.

“Shit, man,” Isaac says eventually.

“Jamie, I’m so sorry.” It’s odd, the way Colin’s earnest, unhappy voice seems to be coming from so very far away.

“What?” Zorro, still not getting it, and then he does, and Roy, at a great distance, can hear his face crumpling. “Oh shit, Jamie, I didn’t mean—“

“No, don’t worry about it, man. It was a long time ago, yeah? It’s fine.” It’s a heroic attempt at sounding casual. Might have succeeded, too, back before they all knew Jamie as well as the do now.

Roy doesn’t stick around to hear the team offer their comfort and Jamie try to wave their concern away. He walks into the coaches’ office, and the only reason he doesn’t slam the door as hard as he can is because he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself. 

“You all right there, Coach?” Beard looks up at him from behind his book, brow creased in quiet assessment.

“Oh my God, what happened?” Nate jumps down from the desk he’s been perched on. “Did someone die?”

And Roy wants to tell them to fuck off. Wants to punch the wall so hard it stops his mind from spinning. But he’s been talking with Dr. Fieldstone about that, hasn’t he, how his maladaptive coping strategies are tripping him up, and fucking over the people he cares about in the process.

So he takes a deep breath. And he doesn’t look at them when he starts talking. “Back before Ted came here Jamie came in with these bruises all over his chest and back one day, and he told us he’d had sex with a fucking dominatrix. And I believed him, okay? I just… I fucking believed him, even though it was weird fucking bruises for— That’s not the fucking point. But because I thought he was an arrogant fucking prick and I fucking hated his guts, I told him— “ He trails off, looking up at the ceiling. Uselessly, his cheeks are burning. Maybe his eyes are, too, if he’d let himself feel it. “I told him I’d be happy to pay to see someone give him a trashing. Give ‘em extra if they knocked a couple of his teeth out so he’d shut up for once.”

Beard doesn’t say anything, but he leans back in his chair with a look on his face that lets Roy know that, yeah, he’d fucked that one up good and proper.  

“Oh,” Nate says. “So it was his dad who— That’s— But— I mean, that’s not good, obviously, that’s awful, but it’s… It wasn’t you who hurt him, Roy. And I mean, you and Jamie have said all sorts of thing to each other. Done all sorts of things.”

And that’s true, isn’t it. And mostly Roy is happy enough to write it off as tit-for-tat, old foolishness and bygones, Jamie a prick and Roy sometimes an idiot, and they’re both better now. And he doesn’t know how to explain to Nate and Beard how knowing that Jamie looked up to him ever since he was a kid, knowing that he never took that poster down, even after that, after everything, makes his casual cruelty and failure to protect Jamie all the harder to bear, even if he hadn’t known at the time that there was anything to protect Jamie from.

“Coach—“ Beard begins, but is interrupted by a knock on the door, and before Roy can tell whoever it is to fuck off, Jamie sticks his head into the office. Must have made his escape from the rest of the team, then. “Sorry, Coach, are we getting started or what? The lads— “ He catches sight of Roy’s face and his eyes widen. “Jesus, Roy, what happened? Are you all right, man?”

Under other circumstances, Roy might have found it remarkable how quickly and effortlessly Jamie makes the switch from Roy’s respectful star player to Roy’s friend, his entire demeanour changing as he moves into the room. As it is, Roy doesn’t say anything, but he must have made some sort of noise or moved some sort of way, because Jamie’s face twists in alarm, and then he’s across the floor and gently but firmly pulling Roy into a hug. “There, it’s all right, man, I’ve got you, lad, it’s all right.”

Roy blames all the fucking therapy he’d been doing for the past eight months for not pushing Jamie away but instead allowing the other to hold him, and allowing himself to hesitantly wrap his arms around him in turn. Fuck Nate. Fuck Beard. Fuck the team. Fuck anyone who thinks they get to have opinions on that.

He’s got an inch on Jamie, but Jamie’s broader, solid and strong. Steady, as he puts a hand on the back of Roy’s neck, murmuring nonsense that Roy knows is supposed to be soothing, and which maybe is. Mostly, it’s reassuring to have Jamie there, whole and hale and safe.

“What’s going on? Is Phoebe all right? Did something happen to your sister? Keeley?” Jamie is starting to sound a little freaked out, and Roy realises that he can’t just stand there mutely forever and let the fears grow in Jamie’s mind, he needs to fucking say something, explain.

He’d rather never say another word.

Tough fucking luck, Kent. “Do you remember what I told you when you said you’d had sex with a dominatrix?”

The way Jamie stiffens tells him that, yeah, Jamie does. “Roy—“

Roy tightens his grip, not wanting Jamie to pull away. “Don’t fucking tell me it was fine, because you were a nightmare for the rest of that day, you were absolutely fucking horrible to everyone.” Worse than usual, lashing out—not that Roy had known it at the time, or had thought it anything more than Jamie being a fucking prick for no other reason than to be a prick.  

For a few moments, Jamie doesn’t say anything. Then he lets out a long sigh, relaxing into the embrace and pressing his face against Roy’s neck. “Yeah, okay,” he mutters, “it was all shit, mate. I mean, all of it was, it wasn’t just you— But, Roy, listen… “ And now Jamie does pull back, just enough so that he can look at Roy. His eyes are tired, but the set of his jaw determined. “You fucking hated me, right? Back then, I mean. You hated me, ‘cause I was a prick, and I hated you, ‘cause you were a bitter old cunt.”

There’s no fucking denying it, is there. Roy gives a sharp nod. “Yeah, but—“

“No, let me just— I’m not saying that makes it all right, yeah, I just— You hated me, okay. But, would you have said what you said if you’d known what really happened?”

Roy’s lips twist into snarl. “What? No! Of course I wouldn’t fucking have— “ He might have ached to put Jamie’s head through a wall several times a day, but he wouldn’t have stood by for Jamie’s piece of shit father—

“See?” The little twat has the audacity to look triumphant at that, as if he’d scored a particularly neat goal. “That’s what I’m saying, yeah? Even when you hated my guts, you wouldn’t have said that, if you’d known what was going on. But you didn’t know, ‘cause I didn’t want you to, or anyone to, and I’m an amazing actor, yeah? So, like, it’s not fine, but it’s… Don’t beat yourself up over it, man. You didn’t know.”

It’s absolution, the kind Roy doesn’t think he deserves and the Jamie is far too quick to offer. But Jamie is also right: Roy hadn’t known. Wallowing in guilt won’t do anything to change the past, or help Jamie now.

“All right,” Roy says. “But that was still a shit thing to say and I wish hadn’t done it. You never deserved any of what that arsehole did to you, and if… fuck it, when I made you feel like I thought otherwise, that was my fucking bad, and I’m sorry.”

Jamie nods. “Yeah, okay. Thanks, man.” And there’s a tremulousness to his faint smile that makes Roy think that for all his claims to the contrary, it had still been something Jamie needed to hear.  

It does Roy’s fucking head in that Jamie’s been up to see his dad several times since he got word that James Tartt is in rehab. But they’ve argued about that already, bitterly, and Roy has very reluctantly admitted that it’s not his call. All he can do is offer Jamie whatever support he needs, whenever he wants it.

Clearing his throat, Roy gives Jaime an awkward pat on the shoulder before carefully extricating himself fully from the hug. “We’re still on for dinner with Keeley tonight?” He’ll make Jamie’s favourite dish, he decides. Throw in some dessert.

“Yeah, of course, yeah.”

“Good.” He jerks his head to the door. “Go on then, tell the lads to get on the pitch, and we’ll be there in a minute.”

“Yes, Coach.”

As the door shuts behind him, Roy turns on Beard and Nate who – wisely – don’t say anything.

“I don’t want to fucking talk about this,” he tells them sharply. “I don’t want you mentioning a fucking word of it ever again.” Because maybe he’s gotten to a point where having a fucking breakdown and hugging it out with Jamie in front of them isn’t the end of the world (even if it’s a near fucking thing), but if someone tries to make him discuss it, he’ll need to start head-butting people, and he’s been trying to stay off that since he became manager, because it just isn’t a good look, is it, and he’s trying to be better about that sort of thing.

Nate and Beard glance at each other. Roy doesn’t really care for the knowing look in their eyes, but they merely offer a nod and a yeah, yeah, of course, sure in reply, and that will have to do.

In this messed up world, a lot of things would have to fucking do.

“Right,” Roy says, already moving to follow Jamie. “I’ll see you on the fucking pitch.”

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A/N: This was supposed to be the fourth of the stand alone ficlets I call The Locker Room Conversations, but it got quite a bit darker (and less team focused) than I usually do for those, so I’m not sure. I’ll sit on it for a bit, maybe fiddle a little, and see where I put it when it goes up on AO3 eventually.

If you like the idea of the team uncovering sad truths about Jamie’s past and are into heavier angst (and more of the team taking care of Jamie), I highly recommend checking out i should be the poster kid for this shit by anotherlongstoryshort / babytarttdoodoo

[specialagentlokitty]

BAU x Male!reader - past work

I was wondering if I could request BAU Team x Male reader who used to work in x-files(classified cases dealing in supernatural phenomenon) and has both seen/been through things that are humanly impossible. Reader having Marie Antoinette syndrome and they react very differently compared to the others on the team calm/clear level headed(nothing seems to surprise them) But what if the team take a case that has to do with a 'cult' and the team get a chance to learn what kind of work reader did from the way he knows information of what dealing with the real thing is, and reader starts to avoid sleep cause nightmares start being more frequent. Reader getting some comfort from the team - @xweirdo101x 💜

Sitting in your car, you watched as your phone rang for the third time, and with a heavy sigh you sent them to voicemail so you could read the messages they were sending you.

You called your boss back and stuck it on speaker, setting it in your dashboard as you began to read through some of the papers you had.

“You’re ignoring our calls.”

“Sorry Hotch, I was driving, what is it?”

“We have a case, where are you right now?”

“Hold on.”

Grabbing your phone, you began to check your location before telling him.

“You’re not that far off from the town we’re heading to, are you able to meet us there and get everything set up?”

“Yeah of course, see you later.”

You hung up and put in your destination on your phone, checking how far you were and you were only a couple of hours out.

After sorting a hotel room and everything, you began the drive to the town for your next case.

When you got there, you checked yourself into the hotel first, sorting a few other rooms for the rest of your team before heading to the police station.

“I’m looking for the sheriff.”

You handed the woman your badge and she checked it before smiling, pointing you in the right direction.

After speaking with him about the reason you were here, getting some files from him and setting up a room for the team you began to read through everything.

You weren’t aware of how much time had passed until you heard people walking in.

“So this is where you ran off to, you’re really far away from home.” Derek said.

“Well I was in a drive visiting some people, so I happened to be driving past.”

You set the pen next ti the whiteboard and turned around so you could start talking to them about everything you had been working out while you waited for them.

“You’ve been busy.” Rossi chuckled.

“I had some time to kill, did one of you grab my go bag?”

“Yeah, I have it it’s in my room.” Hotch said.

You nodded, sitting back down at the table.

“How did you figure all this out? Reid only got halfway through the trip here.” JJ said.

“Previous work. Oh by the way the morgue are waiting for one of you.”

With that you wondered away to do something else.

You tended to work on your own, and this was a particular case you had to work by yourself because you were convinced there was more to it than what you thought.

Sitting back in your chair, you tapped your pen against the papers.

Grabbing your laptop, you logged in and pulled up some old encrypted files beginning to work on them and read through them.

Closing the down, you put your laptop away.

“Reid what’s your thoughts on the case?” You asked.

“Well, based on the evidence, I would say it’s some sort of cult, though it doesn’t refer to any religion or cult I’ve read or heard from before.”

You got up, walking over you stood behind him, resting your hand in the table as you began to look through his papers.

“Not a mainstream religion, are you sure it’s cult?”

“Everything points to that, these are very well thought off kills, they’re meticulously planned, everything is precise and done with care.”

“I devised the murder itself was with poison, is that correct?” You asked.

“Yes, the tests didn’t show anything, but Hotch and Derek did find that there was an injection point under the tongue.”

You nodded your head and pushed yourself away from the table.

“I have to make a few calls, I’ll be back soon.”

Grabbing your phone you left, going to your car to make the phone calls.

You were connecting all the dots, and you needed some way to solve this without getting your team involved for their own sake.

Unfortunately it didn’t work out that way, because a few days later when the profile and been delivered and you knew exactly what you were doing, while you were sorting something out the team had made their move.

Hotch told you to meet them there, and you had to rush to get there but it was too late.

They were tied in the middle of a pentagram, and you stepped inside, ducking by a bookshelf as you rummaged through your bag.

“What are you doing?! Get us out!” Emily hissed.

“Give me a moment.” You replied.

Taking a small vile, you opened it, pouring the dust into your.

Walking over, you knelt down, gently blowing the dust at then and you watched as a shimmer appeared around the circle.

“Just like I thought, barrier.”

“What the hell does that even mean?!” Derek snapped.

“It means that I can’t get in, you can’t get out, I need to break that barrier to help you.”

Heading back to your bag, you grabbed the knife you kept in there, putting the hilt in your mouth as you stuffed it out of the way.

“Are they still here?”

“They went upstairs.” Reid said quietly.

Nodding your head, you looked towards the stairs, grabbing a marble from your pocket.

You rolled it across the floor, towards the stairs and it triggered a trap, a large spike of ice shooting down from the ceiling.

You heard running from upstairs and stood up, holding the knife in your hand, grabbing the hilt of your gun with the other hand.

“Get out of here!” Rossi yelled.

They all shouted and panicked while you stood there calmly, not a single emotion present on your face.

The three woman came running down, stumbling back a few steps when they looked at you.

“They said you died…”

“Apparently they lied, I never died. I left, and you have been causing issues, so, now I’m here. Let’s talk.”

The team could only sit there and watch as a fight broke out, and you had detained two of them before turning to the third who was younger than the others.

“New blood?”

She backed herself against the wall and nodded her head.

“You’re going to break that circle and let my team go, do you understand me?”

“Yes sir…”

She undid the circle and let them all go, holding her hands in the air as she turned to look at you.

“Are you going to kill me…? I heard you kill people…”

“No. And I have. You’ve been misguided, there’s another team coming, I’ll have a talk with them. Sit down.”

She nodded, sitting on the floor and you turned to your team.

“I will answer all your questions after this.”

And that’s what you did, after getting the young witch into a training school for young supernaturals you went back to the hotel to tell your team everything.

In a way it was like a weight lifted off your shoulders, but life was never that simple.

The case had opened memories you had tried so hard to forget, sleep was hard to come by now, so you took some days off to try and work it out but nothing was helping.

You were growing more and more tired, to the point where it wasn’t safe for you to drive or work.

Walking into your living room, you sighed, running a hand down your face as you set your coffee on the table.

Your door opened and you gripped the hilt of your knife.

“It’s us!” Rossi announced.

“Living room!”

You set the knife back down and turned to the doorway to watch as the teamed came in.

“How’re you doing kid?” Derek asked you.

You shrugged a little, sitting in the arm of the couch.

“Could be better but that’s life.”

“Is this about the case?” Garcia asked you.

You nodded your head letting out a small sigh.

“There were things from my previous job that I was trying to escape, but I suppose some things can’t be buried forever.”

Emily walked over, sitting next to you.

“You know you can talk to us right?”

“I know, but trust me it’s things you don’t want to hear about. It’s nothing that won’t pass. I’m just constantly on edge, I have nightmares and flashbacks.”

“Come here.” JJ said.

You looked at her and walked over, sitting next to her in the larger couch, and she rested your head on her shoulder.

“We’ll stay here, keep an eye on things okay?”

“Yeah! We’ll watch over you while you sleep.”

Garcia walked over with a blanket and covered you up and they all sat around you.

“Go on, it’s alright.” Hotch said.

“The moment you start having a nightmare we’ll wake you up, it’s a promise. You did it for me so I want to do it for you.” Reid said.

You smiled a little.

“Thanks guys, I don’t think it’ll work, but thank you.”

You grabbed a pillow, putting it in JJ’s lap so you could lay down, and she ran her fingers through your white hair.

They did everything to soothe you into sleeping, and when you were asleep they quietly spoke to one another.

Even if they needed to stay here for the next few weeks, taking turns to look after you they would.

They knew you had been through a lot at your old job, the scars and your ability to remain stone cold in even the most upsetting situations gave that away and they wanted to help you

[endiness]

s4 whiteboard leaks i am thinking about rn (S4 + BOOK SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY)

"[—es]/witcher night time"

RI already confirmed that coen will be back this season so that HAS to refer to him which means for some reason we're getting him with the lodge (also i know only coen was confirmed but pls lambert too 🙏)

"NORTHERN CAMP [—r]d smokes his pipe + enters"

i hope this refers to vissegerd and that he's, y'know, actually present in this storyline *cough* so that radovid can be used as a replacement for daniel etcheverry *cough*

"[—d] will hang jaskier [—lt] early... last words! [—] for the save."

also rly hoping that first name refers to vissegerd and not radovid. also lemme live in delulu land and pretend that radovid is the one who is being referred to as "for the save" and that he ends up saving jaskier (and geralt)

"[—s] in boot"

referring to this book moment obvs:

"[radovid] leads army out!"

i wonder if this means we'll get to see radovid in armor? on a horse? fight scenes with him? 🤔

"g sees ciri"

i wonder if this will be, like, for real? as in freya actually filming something on location with them or if it'll just be, like, here's a far away shot of a person in a white blonde wig that geralt is hallucinating is ciri. and if it's not that and actually the former and freya, i wonder if it might not literally be ciri and the show is including stuff from ciri's time travelling, universe hopping adventuresTM early? idk.

"jaskier shot"

i still wonder if the show won't make jaskier's injury way more serious than it was in the books since the show sort of already did a fake out with the seriousness of jaskier's 'injury' in s3.

also, inch resting that the show's including milva and cahir in the northern army camp escape/battle since they weren't in the books. 🤔

[gazrgaley]

C.R.O.W (Chapter 27)

Grendel let his legs hang over the counter, away from everyone else in the dull conference room. Though Rex was talking mostly, his words became white noise in the background, something Grendel couldn't be bothered with. After all, he had just spent the last two and a half hours doing the thing. What was the point in going over it again?

He idly played with the skin around his nails, finding it a better use of his time. Normally, he kept them short; they were far stronger than a human's and could easily break skin, even his own. As he rubbed along the length of his thumb, the nail slowly extended out from the cuticle, sculpting into a fine point at the tip.

Quickly remembering why he kept them short when he pierced the tip of the opposite thumb, a small drop of blood pulled as he quickly rubbed it away. That small amount wasn't enough to make him sick, but it was a habit now to do his best to hide any blood from himself.

He quickly started to wonder if his blood was another colour, other than red. Would it still bother him as much? Or was it the texture and the smell that got to him? With his fingers back to there original length he did his best to pay attention to the rest of the room. In hopes they would say something new, something worth listening to.

He managed to get about two or three words in before they drowned out amidst the surrounding chatter. He attempted to focus, truly he did. But nothing seemed to penetrate. What was the point of all this? It was supposed to serve as a distraction -- from Ma'at, from the expectations of the Others, from... the dull ache that pervaded his entire being, a constant and indescribable dread, day and night.

He had truly hoped to feel better by now, especially after what happened two weeks ago. But no. While the pain might have lessened in severity, it remained excruciatingly present. It was challenging to gauge any improvement; it all hurt so much, still. All he yearned for was to regain a semblance of his former self.

He believed he would get over it someday, hopefully. When you lived as long as he did, moving on from things became somewhat easier. Time, for him, was different. Days, weeks, even years could slip by in what felt like mere seconds. So why was this particular pain so excruciating? Each small reminder felt like a stab to the gut. Fortunately, there weren't many violet-haired witches aimlessly wandering the streets.

Milo's theory, the one that made the most sense, suggested that she was cut off from him before the year mark -- the time when the person and the Ka-Sekhm shared their strongest bond. And that was why he was feeling the way he did now.

Grendel had turned a few people in his time. Some he loved dearly, keeping them in his life for years after they were turned, while others departed after that first year. But never had someone... He couldn't even think about it. That night, he lost two people, and now he found himself unsure of what to do next.

"Grendel," his name echoed from a distance. He recognized it, knowing it was his name and that someone was calling for him. Yet, it took a few more repetitions before he could fully grasp that a response was expected of him.

When he finally acknowledged the room, it became evident that it was Rex who had been calling him. "Do you have anything to add?" Rex barked, arms crossed, his gaze piercing. He remained at the head of the table, in front of a whiteboard that was once empty but was now covered in notes, charts, and various other things Grendel had no interest in understanding.

Rex had never concealed his dislike for him. However, it intensified once he discovered Grendel's true nature--or perhaps that was merely an excuse. Regardless, after a month, it had become increasingly apparent that Rex wanted him dead, and he desired to be the one to carry it out.

Grendel slowly shook his head. Rex turned to Victoria with a triumphant grin, mouthing an "I told you so." Then, with a dismissive wave of his hand, he cleared the room.

Gradually, the room emptied until only he and Victoria remained. She made her way over to where he sat, hopping up on the counter to sit beside him. "Are you okay?" she asked, offering a gentle smile. "You seemed a bit out of it today."

"I just don't see the point," Grendel said, struggling to divert his attention from his own thoughts.

"How so?"

"I mean, what's the use in talking about things we all just experienced? We were all there. We all saw it happen. We came, we saw, we killed some vampires."

"We gather to gain different perspectives, to see if someone else noticed something you didn't," she explained, shrugging as if unsure if that reason was adequate. "You do realize you matter, right?" She now wore a sympathetic look. As if Grendel was talking down about himself in some way.

Grendel chuckled at that notion. He held himself in high regard, considering himself perfect in every way. And when he wasn't, well, that was simply a charming quirk. It was other people who failed to recognize his greatness, with a few even daring to describe him as a narcissist. Whatever that meant.

"I'm sure Rex would disagree," Grendel said, adjusting himself in a manner that placed a few of his fingers just over Victoria's hand. He played it off as if he was oblivious to his action, yet he sensed the muscles in her hand involuntarily tightening.

"Rex is just... well, Rex," Victoria said, her tone carrying a hint of uncertainty.

"I'm sure it didn't help that," Grendel began, tilting his head with a wide grin.

Victoria's face flushed red. "Yeah, I'm sure that didn't help. Sorry about falling on you, again."

Grendel hopped down, deliberately brushing the side of her thigh with his hand. As he stood before her, he gently traced the outline of the large black and blue mark on her forehead, relieved that the fall hadn't broken the skin.

"How is it feeling?" Grendel asked. He found it perpetually jarring how fragile humans were. It was the primary reason he avoided prolonged connections with any individual among them. This unspoken rule extended to most life forms, but particularly to humans. Their lifespans appeared far too brief, and they seemed to break so easily.

He found himself forming attachments far too easily. Whether it was romantic or platonic feelings, he swiftly began to worry about their well-being. He was often consumed by the dread of losing track of time and them simply disappearing into the wind.

Feeling Victoria move closer, her knee sliding between his legs, Grendel sensed her warmth. "I'll be okay," she whispered into his ear before he could respond, then placing both hands gently around his face, she kissed him.

Left in an awkward position, Grendel had to choose between allowing her to continue or reciprocating the kiss. Not wanting to remain passive, he leaned into it. She wrapped a leg around his hip, drawing so close that there was no longer any gap between them.

This worked, this would do fine, Grendel thought, until he realized their situation, where they were. He pulled away slightly, causing Victoria to rest her forehead against his. "What's wrong?" she whispered, her breath catching.

For a moment, he contemplated saying nothing, letting their intimacy continue. He could fully engage in this moment. Yet, the weight of their surroundings loomed heavily. What if someone walked in on them? What if it was Rex? Grendel was certain Rex wouldn't hesitate to attack him, and while he believed he could defend himself, the possibility unsettled him. He detested the fact that there were numerous things in the building specifically designed to kill him.

The black blood of the Necorbest, he remembered it vividly. The small scrape he had received, the tiny amount of its blood that had seeped into his veins. The excruciating pain that had ravaged his body afterward was unforgettable. He swore that if he never experienced that kind of pain again, it would be too soon.

He let his hands explore her body, slowly kissing her neck as he pulled her even closer. Then kissing the lobe of her ear. "Let's go to your place. I want this to be perfect."

Perhaps, just maybe, this would bring some relief. Hopefully, it would make him feel a little better.

There was a charge in the air when Grendel made it to the warehouse. The horrible pain that had consumed him earlier was now gone, replaced with a dull ache that enveloped him. As he walked up the large, rusted-out stairs, he knew he wouldn't find anything good.

He wasn't sure what he would find on the top floor, but it certainly wasn't what awaited him. Computers lined the back walls, while weapons designed to kill vampires were scattered in every corner. In the center of the room, there was a strange symbol, as if someone had been attempting dark magic. Unlike any magic circle he had seen before, this one was lined with wires.

Yet, all of this was background noise compared to what held his focus: red shards resembling rubies scattered across the floor. They might have appeared beautiful, reflecting in the moonlight, if he hadn't known the grim truth of what they truly were--the only remnants left of Kit-Kat.

He collapsed to the ground on his knees, a sharp pain piercing his stomach as he doubled over, screaming into the void. However, no relief came from it.

He searched desperately for her body, hoping to find a larger part that hadn't been completely destroyed. The scattered shards couldn't possibly account for an entire body. Despite his frantic search throughout the building, hours passed, and he ended up empty-handed.

[stleoshi]

Top 4 Fic Recs

If I could only read four fics per fandom for the rest of my life, I would choose these.

Under the cut are recs for Danny Phantom, Daredevil, House M.D. Rurouni Kenshin, Sherlock Holmes, Supernatural, and Thor, though I may add more later.

Danny Phantom

The Disparaged Series by imekitty (gen, rated T) Long

Maddie Fenton’s obsessive quest to capture Danny Phantom brings disastrous consequences.

A recent take on the classic “dissection fic”, with Danny/Maddie’s relationship at the center of it. The first two fics in the series are complete, and the third is currently being updated monthly.  The author skirts the limits of the readers comfort in an absolutely fascinating way which would not work in a lesser authors hands. I’ve been loyally following it for a couple years now and I find that I’ve never had to reread a previous chapter in order to remember whats going on. It’s very memorable.

Masks by Cordria (Gen, rated K+) Mid-Length

Sometimes, people hide who they truly are behind masks. This is a short story about the day that Lancer decides enough is enough when it comes to Daniel Fenton. Sequel is 'Plunge'.

It feels a little blasphemous to pick this Cordria fic when they have many, far more iconic fics to choose from (*cough* PITS) but this one just holds a special place in my heart.

Phantom of Truth by HaiJu (gen, rated T) Long

Locked away in a secret government lab with Phantom as her subject, nothing stands between Maddie and the truth... except, perhaps, herself.

Everyone and their mother recommends this fic, and that’s because it fucks severely. There’s a complete sequel now, but I find that I prefer this fic over it. The progression of Danny and Maddie’s relationship is titilating, you’re constantly on your toes wondering how he’ll make it out of this situation half-alive. 

What A Nice Surprise by DarkNymfa (gen, rated T) Long

A ghost and two ghost hunters, sitting around. Like a family. Which they were, but, well. The other two didn’t know that. --- AKA the story of how the Fentons accidentally adopt their own son.

In a fandom full of fucked up and sad fic, it’s nice to have this cute, fluffy series to come back to at the end of the day.

Daredevil

Lucky Devil by ChuckleVoodoos (Matt/Foggy, rated T) Mid-Length

Matt gets caught, Foggy gets a clue, and cases get won.

Emotionally intimate, loving and believable. I’ve read this fic a thousand times and can never look away once I’ve started it.

Of Monstrous Shape by RosaLui (Gen, rated M) Short

“Put me in the ring,” Matt said. His glasses were cracked like a spider’s web, and in the shifting shadows it looked as if he was raising hackles in disgust.

“The House doesn’t profit from quick deaths,” said the jailor.

This fic is dark, violent, dramatic, and insanely engrossing.  The author deftly paints the world of Daredevil and I am always in particular gripped by the climax.

Trial and Error by shyday (Gen, rated T) Mid-Length

'You're a lot of scary adverbs right now, my friend. Trust me when I say that "fine" is not one of them.'

This author loves to get into Matt Murdock’s head and imagine the world the way he perceives it, and they do it very well. Each fic of theirs is a sensory trip, but this one is my favorite. Very strong dialogue between Matt and Foggy as well.

Trust: Handle With Care by ceterisparibus (Matt/Karen, rated M) Long

Matt and Foggy's new client is a mother whose son was sexually abused by a priest.

This is a fic that deals with the heavy topic of abuse in the Catholic Church, but if you are able to stomach that it is an expertly executed fic. Not many authors would be able to craft a fic like this, but you can tell that every aspect of it comes from a place of deep personal knowledge and care. Also, the author is a lawyer, which is a rare treat in that the legal case is legit.

House M.D.

Codependency by debbiel (Hilson-ish, rated PG) Short

 It was the sort of diagnosis that wouldn't rate a sad-face on his whiteboard.  And yet it could change everything.

I’m a huge sucker for the premise of this fic, but none that I’ve found have hit quite like this one. Like a soulmate au, but more poignant ;)

Down to the Water by Blackmare (Gen, rated PG-13) Short

After Amber’s death, House and Wilson try to figure out their place in eachother’s lives.

So many little moments of this fic have stuck with me over the last decade, it’s quiet and beautifully melancholy. There’s a sequel as well which you can find on blackmare’s profile.

The Open Road by Pun (Hilson, rated M) Mid-Length

Wilson goes along for the ride.

Another road trip fic! This one is how I used to imagine the show would end, and somehow in the end it.. kind of was. This is still better.

Two Solitudes by mer_duff (Gen, rated PG) Short

"You were protecting me," House snapped.  "What would you have done if he'd had a gun?  Stood there and taken the bullet?" Wilson shrugged.  "Better me than you."

A short exploration of Wilson’s tendency towards self-sacrificial protectiveness for House. I come back to this fic constantly.

Rurouni Kenshin

An Unexpected Lesson by Conspirator (Gen, rated PG-13) Long

Three years after the end of the Bakumatsu, a chance encounter with a kabuki troupe teaches Kenshin an unexpected lesson in survival.

A wandering era fic that gives us a window into what might have aided Kenshin in developing his “bumbling rurouni” act. I’ve read it a hundred times over the years, it is a great story with believable OCs and balance of humor and drama. 

Out of Time by Siriusfan13 (Gen, rated PG-13) Long

During a trip to Kyoto with his friends, Himura Kenshin winds up in deep water... thirteen years in the past. How will Kenshin deal with the Revolution again? And how will his friends deal with Battousai, who has traded places with him?

This is such an earnest and loving study of Kenshin, who is my all time favorite character. This is certainly in my top fics of all time, and shares a  similar premise to my other favorite fanfiction Bargaining, which just goes to show I have consistent taste lol.

Recovery by hakubaikou (Gen, rated T) Long

As Kenshin recovers from his wounds after his duel with Shishio, his friends sense a threat and take precautions for his safety. Complete.

Kenshins characterization rings absolutely dead on and the tone in general is like canon . This fic always feels like a warm hug to me, and I come back to it often. Hakubaikou was an amazing writer and she is missed every day, I’m so happy she shared her work with us.

Twelfth Knight by an_earl (Gen, rated T) Long

A bloody street-side massacre has been identified by Saito as the product of Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu. There are two suspects: Himura Kenshin and his master Hiko Seijuro the Thirteenth. Unbeknownst to them, a third user of their exalted style has time travelled to the future: Hiko Seijuro the Twelfth.

A fic about mistaken identity inspired by Shakespeare's Twelfth Night.

An ongoing fic that reads like a fandom classic (and I mean that very, very affectionately). The author’s Saito/Kenshin interactions absolutely crackle.

Sherlock Holmes

Bel Canto by bendingsignpost (Johnlock, rated T) Long

After years of waiting for wealthy patrons to faint, Dr John Watson discovers a far more interesting patient in the opera house basement. (AU through a Phantom of the Opera lens.)

The Phantom of the Opera AU I hold all others to as a standard. So delightful and entertaining.

How Sherlock Holmes Was Compelled to Remember One Festive Occasion Per Year:  A Reminiscence by John H. Watson, MD  by MirithGriffin (Johnlock, rated M) Short

Known to the SH fandom as The Turkish Bathhouse Fic. Charming as hell with ACD canon flavor, reading this fic has become a Christmas tradition for me.

Particular Peculiarity by saavik13 (Johnlock, rated M) Long

“How high is your regard for me, Watson?” He asked abruptly, his eyes still trained on the fire.  “If I were to confess my darkest secret would you leave? Would you abandon me here to my melancholy?”

A case forces Holmes to reveal the truth to Watson and risks both their reputations and their liberty.  Just how understanding is John Watson?

An obviously well researched and beautifully characterized fic. It feels very Granada in Holmes’ mannerisms, though it can be read as ACD or Granada. This fic is like a warm cup of tea on a cold day to me.

The Quiet Man by ivyblossom (Johnlock, rated E) Long

"Do you just carry on talking when I'm away?"

This is a BBC fic, as opposed to the rest on my list. It’s well worth the read though, ivy’s prose is so organic. It was a fandom classic for good reason.

Supernatural

a turn of the earth by microcomets (Destiel, rated M) Long

Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run. Frigging fantastic.

(Or, in which Castiel gets stuck in Dean’s timeline preseries and Dean kind of hates it—until he doesn’t.)

This fic is overflowing with love, desire, longing and loneliness . It’s a time-traveling Cas fic which is something of a trope in this fandom these days, but the premise of Cas being dead by the time he meets a young Dean just lends something special to it.

I CARRY YOUR HEART (I CARRY IT IN MY HEART) by unicornpoe (Destiel, rated E)

“Take me,” Dean says. He doesn’t have to think about it. “Take me as your vessel, Cas.”

or: Cas is cursed into an endless sleep. Dean offers himself up as his vessel while they try to break it.

Compassionate, tender, and full of evocative imagery. It’s about being taken care of, and the act of caring for another.

Phantom Load by lovesrain44 (Gen, rated M) Long

Dean and Sam return to Boulder, CO, where they investigate a haunted school. The job seems simple enough to Sam, who has good, although vague, memories of living in Boulder back in 1992. Dean, however, has altogether different memories, far less pleasant and far more damaging.

Quiet, moving, and melancholy. The past-present scenes are woven together very well. Subtle where it needed to be. Just an amazing fanfic, though it deals with some possibly upsetting subject matter which is presented up front in the warning section.

So Says The Sword by komodobits (Destiel, rated E) Long

Castiel doesn’t mind working security duty; he was briefed shortly after the initial salvation of the Sword from the pit, and again before taking up his position. He knows what to do. However, it’s easy to forget that the green room isn’t real. Time moves differently there, the space ever-changing to make a prison of mountains, cathedrals, salt flats, orchards, and whatever Castiel was led to believe about Heaven’s greatest weapon—Dean Winchester is something entirely unexpected.

Original, dazzling and creative, komodobits was an absolute force in this fandom. They took it upon themself to recreate the entire Destiel relationship timeline, and did so beautifully.

Thor

Bargaining by Proantagonist (Gen, rated T) Long

Faced with an eternity without his brother, Loki strikes a bargain to change the past. Post TDW.

This is a near-perfect fanfic, and one of the most emotionally satisfying stories I’ve ever read. Cannot stress enough how much this fic means to me, it’s possibly my favorite fanfic of all time.

Mirror, Mirror by Lise (Gen, rated T) Mid-Length

While poking around in corners of the palace, Loki finds a peculiar mirror that doesn't show his reflection.

It’s clear that I love Loki’s various issues, and this fic puts an industrial spotlight on them.

Slow Poison by Mikkeneko (Gen, rated T) Mid-Length

Years before the events of Thor and Avengers, Loki is working as a spymaster for his father the King. Or at least... that's what he  thinks he's doing.

I love miscommunication and fucked up family dynamics. This fic is like a friend to me.

[yeombin]

part ii.i: the stars have fallen asleep

(prev - series masterlist - next)

pairing: beomgyu x fem!reader, soobin x fem!reader, platonic ot5 x fem! reader

genre: angst, fantasy, fluff - adaptation of an interpretation of the txt storyline

section soundtrack: link

word count: ~17k

chapter warnings: if anyone gets mad for the use of soccer instead of football, pls take it out on my americanized school system. also talks of cheating

a/n: endless thanks to @pastelsicheng​ whose help i couldn’t do this without ❤️ also thank you for waiting!! it’s been a hectic few months lol

Save him. 

The voice echoed throughout the darkness, like a hand reaching out from above while you’re drowning. 

Save him. 

It repeated, yet the voice was like a skipping rock - bouncing forward, reverberating and echoing. Regardless, the voice was dainty, fragile; almost inhuman, almost ethereal. As if it was a guardian angel guiding you through the voice inside your head. 

Save hi-

With your blaring phone alarm going off on your bedside table, you were startled awake - drenched in sweat. All you had to do now was find a way to calm your poor heart down. As if your hand was the cure, you rested it against your heart. Even the metal chain of your pearl necklace, which got caught underneath your palm, was a source of comfort. 

In its essence, the dream - or well, nightmare - wasn’t new. Yet today, the details varied more than it regularly does. Since you were eleven, the same dream has recurred every full moon; a voice echoing around you, an outstretched hand from the darkness, mismatched eyes hidden within the depths of a forest. At eleven, you thought this was just a result of watching your first horror movie. It did make sense - the visuals of your nightmare accompanied by the sensation of being trapped by a pair of hands desperately clasping around your ankles dragging you into the ground was quite reminiscent of the plot of the movie.

But last night? The hands weren’t dragging you to the ground and instead, only held you in place. It felt oddly safe, as if they were protecting you from whatever being owns those mismatched eyes. Moreover, you weren’t alone. Instead, you saw five silhouettes - three running, one standing still, and one crashing to the ground. This was also the first time the voice told you to do something, not just some vague nonsensical advice you swear was your subconscious misquoting some bullshit from Harry Potter, Hunger Games, or hell, even Kung Fu Panda. 

More specifically, the voice was telling you to save someone. 

But who? 

You glanced back at your phone, the alarm still blaring beside you as the haze of your vision disappeared. Pressing the snooze button, the date displayed on your phone only brought you misery. The sudden influx of notifications from your friend group complaining about the uniforms was the final nail in the coffin. 

First day of school. “Can’t believe I’m a sophomore already.” 

Your parents swear it was just yesterday you were in elementary school, sitting in Mrs. Kwon’s room - staring at the alphabet on the whiteboard. You would like to believe you vaguely remember it yourself, although you have to admit you can only recall one story; a boy in art class who dunked his hair into a pot of paint (instead of his hands) for his hand (well, head) print. It was an unclear memory - bits and pieces lost to the passages of time, but your parents always said you were best friends with the boy; always walking out of school together, hand in hand. 

From downstairs, you hear your mom calling. “Come eat breakfast! You have to leave soon, or you’ll be late!” 

An unfortunate but currently unchangeable fact of life is that you live quite far away from the school. From your knowledge, not many students live too far off from Hyejijum High. Most live in the area; whether it be just around the corner or a ten minute walk. For you, the journey - shortened significantly thanks to the train - could take up to an hour and a half. On average, the train trip takes about forty five to fifty minutes. 

Your route? Two blocks down the road, take the left at Choi’s convenience and bakery, and then continue straight until the train station is in sight. Annoyingly, you still have to turn a corner after that as the station only has one entrance and exit. But, it's the price you pay for a quiet night life, less traffic on the roads, and a super safe suburb. From the train, wait five stops and you’re essentially just outside Hyejijum High. 

The route initially seemed impossible to memorise, too many smaller details that will get lost in sleepiness. However, now it's practically your muscle memory. 

Earphones blasting whatever music was on your Spotify Daily Mix, you were mentally preparing to get back to school.

gorgeous gorgeous girls

lia: we just got to school and it's SO different this year

yeji: she’s exaggerating haha the toilets are just nicer

lia: automatic faucets!!! 

y/n: lmaoooo ofc lia would fangirl over faucets

karina: is @lia still able to meet before class starts? 

lia: should be!!

ryu: just woke up, will be there a bit late lol 

After two whole months of summer where some of your friends were out of town, you can finally be all together again. Due to having family abroad, Lia had left while Karina was travelling. In that time, you got much closer to Ryujin than you initially expected. In fact, both your families came together for dinners in response to how much time you two were spending together. She was with you when your parents would ask you what you wanted to do in the future, who you wanted to be. A question to which the answer was still so far from your grasp, and Ryujin provided (extremely) appreciated relief when she admitted confusion too. 

For now, your answers were based on your elective choice; biology and chemistry. 

Upon the sight of your favourite landmark, you knew you were almost at the train station. Should I get something? Choi’s bakery was the staple in your neighbourhood. Everyone knew it, loved it, relished it. Each and every product was mouthwatering, from their most intricate baked goods to even their most basic loaf of bread. You remember how when you would go to the middle school in your neighbourhood, your snack breaks would purely be some sort of pastry from Choi’s. 

Your internal debate was soon interrupted by a voice breaking through the music playing from your earphones. “Hi, sorry, excuse me?” Taking off one earphone, you smiled at the awkward boy in front of you. Tall, for sure. He looks familiar, however, in your suburb? Everyone has seen each other at least once. “Do you go to Hyejijum High?” 

The question, if asked on another day, would’ve been creepy. Most people in the town go to the suburb’s high school, staying within the area. If a stranger comes up to you and asks you if you attend a school that isn’t common for children in your area? That would be a bit freaky. However, you knew why he got the suspicion: you were wearing the famous Hyejijum High uniform. Honestly, you’re assuming he asked so he doesn’t look creepy compared to if he just (even correctly) assumed you were going there. 

“Uh, yeah! Do you?” Again, a question with an obvious answer. While you may be wearing the Hyejijum female attire - a white button up, the navy blue vest and gold crest, and a school skirt-  he was wearing the same but with the uniform pants. 

He nodded. “Do you mind if I ask you how to get there?” 

A new student, the realisation dawned on you. You remembered your first day as a freshman last year; you were in the same position as him now. Awkwardly approaching someone wearing a similar uniform at the train station, all you wanted to do was clarify your train stop. Upon arriving at the school, you learnt you asked the school’s ‘it’ boy Yeonjun. How did you know? As soon as you arrived, a crowd flocked around him. It was especially impressive, considering he was only a sophomore then. 

Okay, maybe you’re exaggerating about the crowd - but it was surely more than ten people who rushed to his side as he got off the train. Based on your extensive knowledge of TV and Film stereotypes of ‘popular kids’, you can definitely tell he meets all the requirements - except the one of being a dick. He was lovely to you, making small talk throughout the train ride, but after learning he was an ‘it boy’, you refused to make eye contact with him for the rest of the year (even when he tried to wave hi). 

“Oh, you can come with me if you like!” You invited, now taking off your earphones completely and stuffing them into your pocket. I really appreciated when Yeonjun offered the same, you remembered, I should do the same. “My name is Y/N, by the way. What’s yours?” 

The boy smiled wide and gratefully, “I’m Kai! I’m a freshman so I may just be a tad bit lost.” 

“Just a tad?” You teased, now walking past Choi’s bakery without getting any of their delicious treats. Almost immediately, you regretted teasing him as his face turned pink. Regardless, he laughed loudly. His laugh was particularly special; it was loud and fun. It’s a good laugh, you decided - smiling to yourself. “I was the same though, don’t worry about it.” 

You felt an odd and overwhelming urge to protect him. Why? I just met him. Sure, he was cute in a playful way - you wanted to hug him and squish his cheeks. But why does he feel familiar? And not just in a passerby sort of way? Maybe you knew him from your childhood…or even a past life, if you believe in that. “What year are you?” 

“Just a year above you.” He nodded thoughtfully at your answer. “May I see your schedule? Who’s your homeroom?” 

The two of you slowed down so that he could shuffle around in search of his phone. As the ‘epitome’ of modern education in your greater area (as seen by the automatic faucets, obviously), the school has moved towards turning everything but teaching online. “Someone named….Mrs. Ho? Do you know her? Did I say her name correctly?” 

You grinned. Mrs. Ho, or as she prefers Mrs. J, was your homeroom teacher too. Even if she wasn’t your homeroom, she is the guidance counsellor for freshmen that every student loves (but every parent hates due to her absolutely unrestricted candour). Having her as a homeroom teacher? Kai is one absolutely lucky student, especially when you hear horror stories of other homeroom teachers like Mr. Sooman. “She prefers Mrs. J, and she’s absolutely great. She was my homeroom teacher too.” 

Relief washed upon Kai’s face. It was evident how nervous he was; from his shaking and fumbling hands, his tense demeanour, and how his voice seemed quiet and uncertain (unlike his boisterous laugh). “Oh, and just to check, am I allowed to wear necklaces with the uniform? I heard from a friend that the school is super strict with its dress code.” 

You heard those rumours too. To be honest, it is quite true. Hyejijum High bans wearing clothes that are not from their uniform or merchandise shop during school hours. There were also restrictions on hair colour, hair length (especially for boys), and hair styles. However, their only rules against accessories were no rings and nothing inappropriate. 

“Yeah, absolutely. Look.” You pulled out your necklace that was tucked underneath your button-up. It wasn’t that you were hiding it, it’s more like it got underneath your shirt as you got dressed. 

However, the action received a different reception than you expected. “No way!” Kai reached for his own neck, taking out his own necklace. “That looks like mine!” 

Surely enough, he was right. Normally, this isn’t something too surprising - you’d just assume you shopped at the same stores. Considering the fact that the necklace was basically a pearl on a metal chain, it doesn’t get more common than that. However, it’s all about the details. 

Both of your pearls seem to be opaque in its lack of opacity. In a way, you feel like you can see through it; yet what you see is definitely not in front of you - as if it was a portal to another world. It was mesmerising, almost enchanting. Both pearls have swirly designs, as if individual universes were existing in them. While Kai’s pearl was a beautiful shade of blue, yours was a deep green. Regardless of the spirals, it was clear the pearls weren’t painted and were naturally found like that. When you first met your friends last year, they asked to find their own versions - all stating to be so in love with the design. So you went on a search, and you came up with…nada, nulch, nothing.  

You assumed the necklace was made using a specific practice or pattern that is no longer produced. Afterall, you were told this necklace came from your grandmother from her grandmother when they were just a little girl. You could never find replicas either. He vocalised the same thought; how a necklace relatively so simple is so rare to find. 

“Maybe this is a sign we’re supposed to be friends.” He grinned, the two of you now returning to normal speed. His happiness when you (at the time jokingly) agreed was practically contagious. 

If you remember correctly, Hyejijum High was constructed in the 1980s. Relatively new, yet the building remained brutalist in its design. It wasn’t unpleasant to look at; whoever designed it at least had the idea to add some colour. Known for its soccer team, Hyejijum High has an extensive sports program - highlighted by its humongous field, an indoor pool, and a series of courts and studios that annoy the students in the underfunded arts program. 

At the sight of it, it was clear that Kai was intimidated as he started to hesitantly waddle towards the school. His eyes were as wide as an owl while he attempted to understand and make sense of everything happening around him. 

“I know it’s a lot,” you sighed, also remembering how you were in a similar nervous state a year ago, “but you got this. Walking around the place will soon become second nature, promise.” Although you did say soon, you know it wouldn’t be within the next few weeks. With Hyejijum High’s endless hallways, it feels impossible to navigate. Although you can probably walk around and navigate, you definitely couldn’t be certain in giving directions. Ultimately, you decided to distract Kai from the bustling crowd of students going to their lockers. “Do you know anyone in your year yet?” 

Your own eyes glossed over the crowd to find your own friends, however, you knew they would be in your usual meeting spot. “Yeah, I have one friend from my old middle school.” 

“Which middle school did you go to?” 

Kai’s grip around his backpack straps noticeably tightened as a group of girls bumped into his shoulder accidentally, the girls immediately apologising. “Do you know the one near the bakery? Choi’s?”

You nodded. It was the same middle school you had gone to. “Oh, why did you choose to come here?” Based on today, you can say that everyone but three students (yourself, and now Kai and his friend) from your middle school didn’t go to the high school in your immediate area. 

He shrugged, “My mom got a flyer in the mail.”

“The flyer looks nice, Y/N!” Your mom exclaimed as you groaned about having to leave your friends, Chae and Winter. Admittedly, you can still see them outside of school hours - but it’s not the same. Who are they going to meet when you’re not with them? What inside jokes will you not be a part of? 

“Is that really all your basing this move off?” You groaned, slamming your head into the wall (much to your own suffering). 

Your dad sighed, “We’re still going to be in the village. We just think this school will be better for you. Even your guidance counsellor received a recommendation letter for you to go here.”

You rolled your eyes, “From who? Why do they have to recommend this place? Why didn't my guidance counsellor do it?” 

“You should be really grateful, you know.” Your mom now tsk-ed, “You are getting a scholarship because of this recommendation letter from one of the city’s department of education officers…Mrs. Dae or something.” 

Narrowing your eyes, you were beyond sceptical. “Why would they put so much focus and effort into one simple kid?” 

“Hey!” Your father jumped in, now reaching out to hold your face in his hands, “You’re more than just a simple kid, you’re special. Honestly.” 

Groaning, you stormed up to your room; locking yourself in (only to open the door when your mom called you for dinner). 

“Where are you heading by the way? I can take you to your homeroom classroom or…”

Kai shook his head, interrupting you now, “I told my friend I’d meet him in the library. Do you know where that is? I don’t want to take up more of your time.” 

“No, no, I’ll take you!” You offered, “Honestly, don’t hesitate to ask for help. Like you said, we’re destined to be friends.” The cheeky grin that came out during your conversation on the train reappeared. “Wait, pass me your phone.” 

Inserting your contact details, you saved your phone number under ‘Y/N (Train)’. “In case you have any emergencies or questions or you just want to take the train with a friend, feel free to message me.” Under normal circumstances, you’d never do this. You weren’t often the person to introduce themselves or to invite others to future events. Even your friends here have introduced themselves to you first. Something about Kai just felt welcoming though, like you wanted to give him a hug - he looked like he could give the best hugs. 

“You may be getting a lot of spam messages from me.” He laughed, “You really do not need to take me, if you have somewhere to be.”

You brushed it off, wanting to provide comfort to who seems to be (on first impression) a ball of sunshine. “It’s alright! What’s your friend's name? Did they mention which library?” 

Unfortunately, the idea of multiple libraries seemed to shock Kai further. His shocked expression told you one thing though; he doesn’t know. How’d you expect him to know? “How about I’ll take you to the main one then, huh?” 

Through walking with Kai to the main library (the other library’s only difference is the name), you got to learn more about him and his friend - Taehyun. The two have been friends since kindergarten, always partnered together for projects. Taehyun also lives in your area, however, he decided to come to school earlier than Kai wanted to understand the ‘lay of the land’. You also learned that Kai’s locker was 553 on the second floor; located in the hallway you decided to walk past (despite the additional two minutes) so that he knows where to put his stuff. Kai was also thinking of joining the band or orchestra, which you immediately responded to by saying you’d introduce him to your friend Lia. 

Kai also got to learn more about you, although he mostly just suggested hanging out with him and Taehyun. “I think you’d like him,” he stated, “you two would get along I think.” 

As much as you wanted to spend more time around Kai, you had to meet up with your friends. At this rate, Ryujin might already be there. Luckily, all that is left to reach the library is one more staircase. 

The library was shared between the third floor and fourth floor. When you first got to school last year, you hid yourself away between  he tall shelves - not really wanting to socialise with new people. You were super grateful that Yeji, Karina, Lia, and Ryujin introduced themselves to you. However, walking this way the first day of school makes you think about what you could’ve been doing if they hadn’t. 

“Okay!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands and motioning to the double doors. “Here you go! It’s quite a maze in there, but I unfortunately have to go. Don’t ever hesitate to message, okay?” Based on your watch, classes start in ten minutes. You should be at the courtyard by now. Oh shoot, the realisation hit you, the student council meeting would’ve ended by now. “I’ll see you later!”

With the number of people you met and swore to meet again yet failed to, you can tell - and you hope - that you’ll see (or at least hear from) Kai again.

“Can’t believe I’m not the latest.” Lia teased, seeing you round the corner around the courtyard. “What were you doing? Did you miss the earlier train?” 

Shrugging, you planted yourself between Yeji and Ryujin, “I was helping a new student around. They seemed nice!” Your friends raised their eyebrows suggestively, implying that this new student would be a new crush. “Not in that way!” You quickly objected, “He’s younger than us, he feels a bit like a younger brother.” 

“Oof,” Ryujin jokingly grunts, “brother zoned before school even starts.” 

Rushing to change topics, you turned your attention to Lia. “How was the student council meeting?” 

“Not too interesting,” Lia started, taking a bite of what you can only assume is an apple that was supposed to be part of her breakfast, “but we started to discuss some events for this year. How do you feel about a formal? Or a carnival?” 

Before anyone could respond, she interrupted the conversation she initiated. “Wait, don’t be late to the assembly today,” she directed her pointed stare at Ryujin - notorious for skipping the weekly assemblies altogether, “I’ll be making the opening remarks.” 

“Of course I’d go,” Ryujin sing-songs, leaning towards Lia’s shoulder - before making a joking mocking face towards you, “for you!” 

Karina perks up, “Does that mean Soobin will too?” Lia immediately nudged her to the side. Soobin was one of the student council representatives from your batch, and much to Lia’s dismay, is the subject of Karina’s infatuation. 

“You know, you should just ask him out at this point,” Yeji started, although this conversation started to get filtered out while you scanned the courtyard. 

Placed right next to the soccer field, you were quite surprised to see the soccer team already practising for the year. “Are you still thinking of joining the soccer team, Ryu?” 

She ecstatically nodded, before motioning to Yeji and Karina - taking them out of their conversation. “Yeji and Karina will be my personal cheerleaders.” 

“If I get into cheer, of course.” This will be Yeji’s first year while Karina joined last year in the second semester. All of you groaned at her response - Karina immediately reassured her, knowing so well that if the cheer team didn’t accept Yeji - they would be making the worst mistake of their life.

Lia asked, “When’s tryouts?” 

Before Yeji or Karina could answer, a soccer ball came flying towards the table - knocking you directly on the top of your head, making you stumble slightly. The ball, after hitting your head, rebounded and bounced onto the wooden table - Ryu quickly grabbed it to prevent it from hitting anyone else. 

An ‘apology’ in the form of a scream, followed by miscellaneous laughter, came from the distance. 

“Are you okay?” Yeji quickly checked your head while Ryujin started to glare at the person who was sprinting over - their friend, laughing like a maniac, in tow.  As of now, you can only assume he is the one at fault.  You nodded at Yeji, watching as your friends passed you their water bottles to place against the pain. With the minor headache, you aimed your eyes at the wooden table - before ultimately closing your eyes. 

 The voice that got louder as he got closer seemed to be familiar. Was it from the dream tonight? It can’t be though, right? Maybe you’re going crazy from the ball hitting you too hard. Surely, that must be it. “I’m so sorry, oh my gosh.” 

“It’s alright,” you started, not making eye-contact quite yet - trying to reduce the pain through limiting the amount of light entering your vision. “Just a mistake, right?” 

Now that the initial shock has worn off, most of your friends are also laughing. Admittedly, you want to laugh too. 

Ryujin, however, was eyeing the two who approached your group up and down. “Are you guys on the soccer team?” Although to the passerby, it sounds like an innocent question - you can hear the slight edge of annoyance in her voice as her free hand went to rest on your shoulder. 

“Um, yeah.” One voice said hesitantly, the same voice who was profusely apologetic. The other, however, was quick to introduce himself. 

“Yes! We got placed in the team last year. ” He answered cheerfully, “My name is Jeongin and this is my friend Beomgyu!” Beomgyu…you can assume he was the one who hit you.

“I’m assuming defence?” She returned the ball to the friend. Over the last academic year and this summer, you had learnt how to identify when Ryujin was annoyed. This judgement, you can presume, was her annoyance at their lack of aim on a Monday morning. 

However, Jeongin doesn’t seem to pick up on this. You can’t blame him, Ryujin was really good at being subtle. “Offence actually!” 

You decided to finally open your eyes, the pain finally subsiding. Turning around to find your attacker, you immediately made eye contact with soft brown eyes full of concern. You couldn’t deny you found him attractive; his features were rounded and welcoming - from his rounded lips and his heart shaped face. His eyes, however, felt magnetising. Why does it feel like I’ve seen these eyes before? 

“Uh-hum,” Lia faked a cough, taking you out of your temporary trance. This is definitely going to be blackmail material, you thought - noticing the cheeky smirks on all of your friends’ faces. Thanks to this, you noticed his friend - snugly holding the ball underneath his arm - also wearing the same smirk, revelling in this moment too.  You also noticed that Beomgyu wasn’t wearing a school uniform, instead donning a red sports jacket, white shirt, and black joggers. That certainly isn’t the soccer uniform either. 

Pushing away any remaining pain, you smiled. “I’m all good, don’t worry.” 

“This is Y/N, by the way!” Karina perked up, introducing yourself for you. To cover up the obvious attempt at being a wingman, Karina then introduced everyone else. 

Let them leave, let them leave; a request that repeated like a mantra in your head, but it seemed like all your friends wanted to enjoy your misery. 

Lia, who you thought would never want to purposely put you in situations you want to leave, joined in. “What year group are you guys in?” When will the bell ring? 

Almost as if you had willed it to be, the bell did (finally) ring. The sound of the shrill alarm reaches even the furthest point of the olympic sized football field. “Oh shit, I have to change back into uniform before homeroom.” He looked back at you, before focusing his sight on the gravel floor, “I’m so sorry again.” With that, Beomgyu quickly escaped - his friend, still obviously enjoying this predicament, followed soon after. 

While you focused on fixing your backpack (and waiting for Yeji as you two shared homeroom - which would be replacing the first thirty minutes of your first class for today and today only), you felt everyone’s eyes on you, watching your every move. 

“Oooh la la,” Yeji started, smirking as she threw her bag on, “first the new student and now a soccer player?” Even if you weren’t looking at her, you could hear her smug smile and wiggling brows. 

Throwing her arm around you, Karina joins in. “I think we have a little heartbreaker over here!” 

You glanced back up at that, jokingly shoving off her arm as you challenged her. “Oh really? How many confessions did you get for Valentine’s Day last year?” 

If you hadn’t wanted to see your friends today, you would’ve found an excuse to stay at home. Like every first day that exists, today was purely an introduction of the expectations for the year. Teachers went on and on about the curriculum, assessments, classroom rules, and in all honesty? All of it was old information or information you can deal with when the time comes. For now, you really didn’t have to think of the exam at the end of the school year. 

One new thing you learnt today is that whoever decided your schedule hates you. While you have been wanting to see the freshman and his friend - you didn’t even pass by him in the halls. But you know who you did pass by? Beomgyu. As if by a twist of fate, Beomgyu appeared in almost every corridor you had to go through - especially when you were going in between classes with your friends. Hell, he’s even in your physical education class with Ryujin.

Another thing you learnt today? Hyejijum High sends an unnecessary amount of emails to your school email. From at least three emails reminding you of the final assembly in place of homeroom for the first week to the cafeteria menu for the next month - you spent a majority of the day ignoring the redundant lectures on class expectations and instead, emptying your inbox. 

One email, however, was very intriguing. The subject line caught your eye even before you could delete it.

SUBJECT: SPECIAL PILOT CLUB - EXCLUSIVE INVITATION, STAR SEEKERS

FROM: HYEJIJUM HIGH COUNSELING <counseling@hyejijum.high>

Hello!

Welcome to the new school year. All of you were selected to join STAR SEEKERS, an exclusive new society that will be test piloted this year. We heavily implore you to attend today’s first session after school in dance studio 4. Any pre-existing after school commitments have already been made aware of your absence today. 

We look forward to seeing you today. 

Location: The Dance Studio 4

Time:  3:30 PM to 5:30 PM.

Sincerely, 

THE STAR SEEKERS SOCIETY

Is this some sort of astronomy club of sorts? You weren’t into astronomy, and even if you were - it would be weird for the guidance counsellors to be aware of it. Who else was chosen? The simple email only plagued your mind with questions, one after another. In a way, the vagueness piqued your interest. If this was some strange marketing technique, it certainly was working. I can always peep my head in, you decided, and leave if I hate it. 

So lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even realise class ended until Yeji started putting her stuff away. “Ready for assembly?” Like you, Yeji opted for the science pathway - deciding that she can go onto personal training in the future, so biology from science would help her in understanding movements in dance.

Nodding, you fumbled to put your laptop away. “Have you heard of anything called The Star Seekers before?”

While Yeji wasn’t on the student council, she practically knew everything that was going on at the school. You and Ryujin joke about her being the unofficial school spirit squad as you’re certain everyone knew who she was. If she was an upperclassman, she’d likely be in the same ‘it’ group as Yeonjun.

However, your usual informant seemed to be as lost as you. “No, is it a new astronomy club or a Dungeons and Dragons sort of thing?” She tilted her head, probing you for the same information you were trying to learn from her. I guess she didn’t get the email, you realised as you heard her repeat the name quietly as if it was foreign on her tongue.

“Nevermind, it’s nothing. Let’s see Lia shine?” You changed the topic, now ready to join the students exiting the lab.

“And see Karina be lovesick.” Yeji pretended to gag, “I used to be upset we weren’t all in the same homeroom, but I’m so glad she isn’t in our homeroom now.” You laughed, agreeing. If she was in your homeroom, she’d spend every Monday from 2:30 to 3:00 working up the courage to talk to Soobin.

Though your friend and her crush are now the topic of conversation, this ‘club’ still lingers in the back of your mind. Sure, conversation with Yeji always helps you take your mind off things - but there was certainly no way that could’ve been junk mail. The voice inside your head wanting you to check it out, to see if it’s legitimate came back - however, this time it wasn’t your voice. It was the voice from your nightmare. 

Assembly flew past in a flash, although you have to thank Ryujin for that. Surprisingly, Ryujin was at the assembly hall early. With her early access, she threw her school and soccer bags over five seats - essentially reserving them for the four of you (Lia would have to sit in the front row) and Chaewon (Ryujin’s soccer friend who quickly also became a good friend of yours too). Granted, while Ryujin claims her teacher let her out early: you heard from Chaewon that it was because she slipped out before her class ended. You would like to believe Ryujin’s story more. 

While their company and Lia’s five minutes of fame made the assembly some sort of enjoyable, you're unfortunately now forced to wait on campus without their presence. Like 99.99% of the school (the .01% being you, Kai, and his friend), your friends live nearby and could easily go home as soon as the bell rings. You, unfortunately, have to wait for the train scheduled every 30 minutes… or wait for the bus, which would be an even longer commute. Another inconvenient truth is that they all had lives outside of your friendship; Lia was part of the band, Ryujin and Chaewon played soccer, and Karina and Yeji were part (or, well, trying to be a part) of the cheer team. 

So here you sat, alone, at your usual table in the courtyard. Despite the familiarity and comfort (and some false sense of ownership of the spot), you were prepared to duck at any sign of a soccer ball flying towards you - especially as the prospective soccer players lined up for tryouts. You spotted Beomgyu in the bunch, lined up with his friend. While looking around, you swore he made eye contact with you - leading to you quickly turning away. 

Time is weird, you decided as the courtyard clock designed to let students know when class starts only gave you misery. What felt like a minute ago, you were leaving assembly at 3:00 and walking with your friends to their respective extracurriculars. Now, at the courtyard, the clock told you it was 3:14. Since 3:14, it felt like 15 minutes had passed - yet it’s only 3:15. 

What can I do to pass the time? You searched your immediate area, your eyes landing on the same ones from this morning. Oh, so he is on the soccer team. Now wearing the soccer team jersey - an honour previous team members would have among those trying outs, you spot Beomgyu in the group huddle….although, his attention appeared to be on you. 

Heart beating loudly, your eyes darted down to your phone. I definitely wasn’t looking, you defended internally, texting your group chat. 

To: gorgeous gorgeous girls

good luck girlies!! (as if you need it) - let us know how it goes <3 currently praying that the star seekers thing isn’t as cult-like as it sounds

There’s only so much you can text to people who are currently preoccupied with tryouts and other activities. Unfortunately, despite your proximity - you were unable to watch Ryujin prepare for hers. As the male soccer team uses the left side of the field, the female team has taken over the right. Consequently, if you dare try to watch and support Ryujin you could either cross the field (and risk getting hit by yet another ball) or watch from a distance (and look like a creeper on Beomgyu). 

Yeah, no. Your friends already have enough ammunition off that one interaction, you don’t want to give them another reason. Turning your attention to your phone, you decided to try again in researching Star Seekers. If they wanted to test-pilot at the club here, it must be somewhere else.

No results. 

What on earth did you get signed up for?

Well…more like, who thought of you as a potential member for this club? 

But most importantly, why are you so compelled to go? 

Located on the top floor, just besides the tennis court, was the dance studio. You knew the way here quite well; Karina and Yeji often dragged your group to their personal dance rehearsals during lunch periods. Likewise, the layout was as you remembered it; a computer tucked away in the back of the room, one wall of pure mirrors, dance bars, and gym mat flooring. 

You dropped your bag on one of the benches lined up against the wall before sliding down next to it. No one else was here yet, but then again - you were seven minutes early. Who would even come? Who met the criteria to even be invited? Who is the supervisor? 

Endless questions, but you knew they all would - or at least, should - be answered soon. 

Seven minutes left, every second felt longer than the last. Scanning the room, you noticed a lack of preparation. Was this all a prank? If this ‘Star Seekers’ club is as boring or as sketchy as you currently think, you could always just leave early. That’s the one thought keeping you from freaking out. Otherwise, if I’m trapped here - my parents could always sue the school. 

There wasn’t much you could do while waiting. For the first time in your life, you were annoyed you had no homework assigned. Instead, you decided to try and…find your inner peace? You genuinely couldn’t think of anything to pass the time; your friends were at their own clubs and if you had to read one more dumb post online about Little Miss Tax Invasion or whatever, you’d lose all your brain cells. I’ll just close my eyes, you decided. At least with your eyes shut, the pain from the fluorescent light is significantly reduced. 

“Hello?” A voice broke through the silence, echoing off the walls. “Are you here for the Star Seekers?” Despite being initially startled, you were grateful to have someone here. Opening your eyes, you immediately spotted someone everyone in the school would know - still wearing his uniform with his student council pin on display. 

Soobin was also chosen? What do the two of us have in common? Is it a year group thing? You tried to rationalise why on earth you were chosen to be in the same club as the school’s favourite soft boy. What you didn’t realise is that this trail of thoughts made you stare at Soobin, wordlessly. “Hello?” He asked again, getting your attention. 

“Oh yeah, sorry.” You stood up from your seat, brushing your palms on your uniform skirt, “Yeah, I’m here for Star Seekers. I’m Y/N, by the way.” 

He smiled, dimples appearing on his cheeks. “Yeah, Lia’s friend - right?” You nodded, partly surprised he recognized you. “I’m Soobin Choi.” Cute. He must’ve known he didn’t have to introduce himself, especially considering that he had to speak in front of the whole school not even an hour ago.

“Please tell me that as a student council member, you have an idea about what this club is.” You sat back down, motioning to the spot beside you (the one that wasn’t occupied by your bag) - to which he quickly accepted. 

Turning pink, it was clear that Soobin had no clue either. “I was just invited as well. I thought it could be a good experience. That, and if it’s a good club with a successful test pilot - maybe more people can join.” 

Quirking your eyebrow, you looked him over. He, like you, decided to lean all the way on the wall - resting your back against the solid surface. The divots in the wall may be a bit uncomfortable, but it certainly was more comfortable than holding you back up straight. “Why do you think we were chosen?” 

“Not sure,” he shrugged, “I had to tell my parents that I was staying later than usual at the last minute, so that’s not great.” 

You snorted; of course, that’s what he’s worried about. Your parents are happy that you’re staying behind at school, looking for clubs or spending time with friends. Even if sometimes, staying late makes you arrive just in time for dinner. “Are your parents super strict?” 

Soobin shook his head. In all honesty, you weren’t sure what you were expecting; did he seem like he had strict parents? He certainly behaved more proper than a lot of people your age; he looked like he was taking good care of himself. You can tell that whoever his parents are would be proud to call him their son. 

“Not necessarily,” Soobin commented. Shoot, his voice is truly calming too - not even when he’s just speaking for assembly. You’re starting to see why Karina’s crush on him was so intense. Of course, his voice is calming - you rationalised - he speaks at every assembly and you’ve had at least one conversation with him. “ I just help out at their shop every once in a while, and I live quite a bit away so it’ll take me longer to get back.”

Wait, Soobin…Choi? “Shop?” You asked. 

“Um, I’m not sure if you heard of it. It’s like a local bakery in my suburb,” He smiled sheepishly, a small dimple poking out. “It’s called Choi’s Convenience and Bakery? We’re really known for…” Your jaw dropped before he completed his sentence. 

“I love that place!” Leaning forward, your hand rested on his shoulder as disbelief took over. Someone else in your school live near you? And they happen to work at your favourite shop? You were even thinking of applying for a summer job there last year. “You sell the best pastries. I get breakfast there sometimes! I’ve never seen you around though?” 

Soobin also seemed excited about this revelation, “Oh! I leave early.” He brushed off, and honestly - you don’t question it. Lia has to get to school half an hour earlier than you guys on Mondays - maybe he’s just adopted it as part of his routine. “Do you live in the area too? It’s like 40 minutes out. Not many students live there.” 

“Do you know Kwangyuu Street?” 

He eagerly nodded, “Yes! My aunt lives there!” 

“I’m the fourth house down the street!” You started to chuckle, “You’re the first student here that I’ve met who also lives in the area.” 

Soobin snickered, “Do you know that one TikTok sound?” Your brows furrowed. “The one that originated from Spongebob? It was like, if I had a nickel for every time that happened, then I'd have two nickels…” He trailed off, his eyes searching your face for any sense of recognition. 

“It’s not a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice?” You tried to finish, to which he excitedly nodded. Okay, you can fully understand how Karina is heads over heels for him; something you admitted when Soobin ran his hand through his hair, revealing his full face that was always hidden behind bangs. There was no denying how cute he was; with his wide gleaming eyes and charming smile. “You don’t know anyone else from our area either?” 

“Not really,” He grinned, happy to have found someone to trek with, “how about you?”

You search your brain, “Well, I know Yeonjun uses our train stop so I’m assuming he does - oh! And I met a kid today who -” 

The door opened once more, causing you to glance at the clock. 3:32. 

“Speak of the devil!” A whisper under your breath soon became a full exclamation as you jumped to your feet to welcome your new friend from earlier today. “Are you stalking me? I was just talking about you!” 

Excited squeals filled the room; an unfortunate situation for Soobin and Kai’s acquaintance’s ears. “It’s you!” He hurriedly pulled you into a hug. Normally, you don’t hug people you meet the same day - but it felt safe with Kai. Who could deny him? Once the hug finished, he reached behind him - pulling someone into the room with him. “This is Taehyun!” 

Have I seen him before? You have to assume you saw him in passing - maybe near Choi’s bakery, or maybe he just has one of those faces.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Y/N.” As much as you were happy to see the two of them, it meant one of your theories as to why you were all here was disproved. So the criteria wasn’t based on batch. 

Taehyun’s mouth formed an O-shape as he realised who he was speaking to. “It’s nice to put a face to the name! Kai was telling me about you all day today.” His statement was quickly followed by an ow as Kai hit his shoulder. You, however, were curious. What was he saying? Hopefully all good things. 

Kai seemed to notice this, quickly jumping in to explain. “I was saying you seemed really cool and how you knew someone in orchestra and band and how you give good vibes and…” Deciding to save him from rambling, you jumped in and thanked him for the compliments. 

Saving Kai from any further embarrassment, Soobin quickly introduced himself. It was in this round of introductions that the door opened once more, revealing the same face you’ve been trying to avoid all day.

3:35. 

The next face that appears is one that makes you want to groan. Why him? Of course, it is Beomgyu - the same boy from earlier. He’s wearing the soccer gear you just saw him wearing a while ago, his hair plaited with sweat across his forehead. “Hello!” He excitedly greeted, before his eyes lied on you. “Oh.” 

You just nodded at his acknowledgement. 

“My name is Soobin, and you are?” 

“Beomgyu.” 

As introductions were shared - yours was done as just a nicety, time started passing further. Why is it only five people? This is a small club. No one would be ten minutes late, right? 

“You know, this is like the teacher rule thing.” Beomgyu started, changing the conversation from the small talk of how the first day was to the ticking of the clock that resounded throughout the room. “If a teacher is fifteen minutes late, you’re allowed to leave.” 

Kai nodded; “I heard about that, but I feel like I always had luck with timings.” He hummed, “I’ve actually never been late to a class where the teacher has not been late either.” 

“I heard that was a fake rule though,” Soobin added, “or at least an American one.” 

“Do you reckon we should leave if no supervisor comes in?” You ask, trying to gauge what everyone was thinking. I mean, technically - they can’t hold us here forever. 

Taehyun chipped in; “I mean, what else are we supposed to do right now? Anyone have homework?” Everyone shook their heads. It’s a collective understanding that if a teacher does assign work on the first day, then they’re assholes. 

The door creaks open, silencing you all. Is it the supervisor? No, certainly not - the supervisor wouldn’t come in with echoes of laughter behind them. You could hear a pin drop in the silence within the room. 

Oh god. 

You were met with eyes you knew for a short period of time that you have since avoided; Yeonjun. 

“Hey everyone!” A voice that you encountered almost a year ago today exactly; the voice that provided temporary comfort from your confusion. “Sorry for being late!” Despite scrambling to the seats, he still looked cool. Damn him. His apologies were halted by his observation; “Wait, is there even a supervisor here?” Everyone shook their heads, staring at him wordlessly. Yeonjun needs no introductions, of course. His eyes flicked over to yours, and you swear there was a sign of recognition. You certainly hope not. 

So what even is the connection between you all? 

“Um, should we talk until a supervisor comes?” Soobin stuttered out from beside you. Despite his confident facade on stage during assemblies, you now can see that underneath it all was a shy teenage boy uncertain of his voice. His sudden shyness makes him more endearing; the soft pink blush tinting his cheeks, his ears turning slightly red. Cute. “What do you think this club is all about?” 

Beomgyu, however, speaks over him - making his question unheard to those not next to him (aka, you and now Yeonjun). “I could’ve been playing soccer with the team. We have a game already in a few weeks.” 

“Already?” Kai asked, shocked - Taehyun and him joining the conversation. You can see that this ignorance has caused Soobin to sink into himself, uncertain. However, you weren’t the only one who noticed this. 

“What do you think this club is all about?” Yeonjun spoke loudly, commanding the attention of everyone in the room. “Soobin-ah asked the question. What do you guys think?” As silence followed, he filled in the gaps. “I honestly have no clue. How about you? Y/N right?” How does Yeonjun know my name? The internal question seemed to be present on your face as Yeonjun quickly comments on how he remembers you from last year, before a quick and playful reprimanding for avoiding his waves. 

You looked towards Soobin and Yeonjun; two pairs of eyes that are oddly comforting at this moment. “I initially thought it’d be an astronomy club, but wouldn’t it meet at night?”

The youngest in the room jumped in - “I’m a Leo! What are your signs?” 

Taehyun smacked the top of his head lightly, “That’s astrology, not astronomy, dumbass.” Kai however insisted that everyone still answered. “Do you guys believe in astrology then?” 

The eldest shrugs; “It doesn’t necessarily hurt to believe it, it’s always a bit of fun.” 

Soobin smirks as he lets out a chuckle, “My zodiac sign says I’d be the life of the party, but I’m quite introverted.” 

“I can’t tell that though,” Yeonjun smiled, nudging Soobin with his knee. 

You added, “You have a very bright and calming presence, like…I feel like you would be a great party host.” Bashedly, Soobin smiled and thanked you. “Do you guys think you match your zodiac sign descriptions quite well?” 

After a long conversation about zodiac signs, one that made you realise how you truly feel about the very controversial science, Beomgyu returned to the original topic. “It could be like a dungeons and dragons sort of club?”

Taehyun shook his head, “There’s already one.” In unison, both him and Soobin said the name; ‘the DnD Destroyers’. 

It only continued. Silence was a rare sound for the next hour. Even without a supervisor, the conversation felt natural after a while - as if you knew each other for quite a while. Sure, you still tip-toed over some topics; uncertain about where comfort zones lie, but it felt like a solid friendship just started. Or, well, a good moment to look back. Unfortunately, like all things - the conversation must come to an end; a silence filling the room. Is it time to go? Maybe, but the question at the back of your brain is still left unanswered. Plus, it’s been enjoyable to be here; more enjoyable than you thought. Part of you wishes this would happen again, while another part wishes that time travel exists so you could return to this moment as you please.

As the group of you all collected your bags to head out, the final thought that’s been at the back of your brain was getting annoying - like an itch you couldn’t reach.  “I’m so sorry if this sounds creepy, but I’m still trying to figure out why we’re all here and what this club is about.”

“I’m the same,” Taehyun added, “So far, I have a few theories?” He said it as a question, uncertain if you all wanted to hear it. 

Yeonjun smiled encouragingly, “Go on then.” 

“I think it has to be that we all live in the same suburb,” Taehyun started - making everyone turn around in revelation, “I’m saying this based off the fact that I live near Kai, and Kai mentioned how Y/N lives in our area, and I know that I see Soobin at Choi’s Bakery when I pick up pastries for my sister.” 

That’s a good point, you turned to face Yeonjun and Beomgyu. “Not to sound creepy, but do you guys live near the Hybedosi station too?” Both of them nodded slowly. That must be the connection, you thought - certain that Taehyun was on the right track. 

In actuality, Taehyun must be a kindred spirit as you relate to everything he’s saying. “I have done so much googling and research, and I haven’t found anything about this club at all.” 

Kai snorted, “We spent thirty minutes before coming here in the library. He was looking for old yearbooks to try and find some hint of the club.” 

“So it’s definitely not an international club, nor is it well-known,” Taehyun continued to talk, as if Kai hadn't spoken, “- so it must be like…some sort of way to connect us?” 

Soobin agreed, nodding his head as he further elaborated. “This…like, lady came to one of our student council sessions and emphasised the importance of building smaller communities, so maybe one of the administration people decided this.” 

“Isn’t it a breach of safety?” Beomgyu chimed in, “Like, or mishandling of personal information?” 

Taehyun shook his head, “Technically, they haven’t given out the information beyond us. And even then, we deduced it.” 

“Would you guys like to go back together then?” Kai invited, “And maybe we could even go to school together tomorrow? We can even grab breakfast at Choi’s.” 

With the six of you agreeing to the plan - 6:30am at Choi’s tomorrow morning - you all headed to the trains, getting to know each other more.  (And, something that will change up your routine - even just a little bit more - to look forward to tomorrow morning)

A MONTH LATER, 

y/n: wru all wtf we’re gonna be late

Passengers walking into the train seemed to be taunting you. While you’re stuck at the platform, anxiously clicking the power button to take a peek at the time; curse them. You think back to a month ago when this problem wouldn’t have existed. 

gyu: look behind you

You pushed yourself off the column you were leaning against, quickly turning to look behind you - your eyes trained on the ground until you fully turned. What? Ready to give these assholes a piece of your mind for making you all later than you’d like (and hate on Beomgyu for adamantly lying to you), your focus turned to your phone once more.  

“Boo!” To say your heart temporarily stopped was an understatement. The sudden push that came from behind you - well, what was in front of you moments ago - startled you even more. Your phone slipped through your fingers, luckily caught last minute - but that alone only added to your fear. 

“I literally hate you.” You groaned, your hand going to your heart as if it could calm it down. 

Beomgyu smirked, before leaning against the same column you were minutes ago. “You have to admit, you’re impressed I’m here before Soobin.”

“That’s the definition of bare minimum.” Like a magnet, you buried your head into Beomgyu’s shoulder. Unfortunately, Beomgyu convinced you to stay up late calling last night - so getting out of bed today was especially miserable. It’s a miracle Beomgyu was as chipper as he normally is. “Soobin has to be here. He’s performing less than bare minimum.” 

His hand went to rest in your hair, teasingly ruffling it as you complained against his shoulder. He couldn’t see your face - only could feel your persistent pout through the uniform vest - but he smiled. “Well, men are trash anyways.” With his other hand, he typed a private message to the school council member. 

to soobs (private chat): if you’re still at the bakery, can you bring extra pastries for y/n??

Within an instance, Soobin responded: 

soobs (private chat): already on my way there, but already on it. 

“How are you so chipper this morning?” You pulled away, now resting so that your chin is on his shoulder and you’re looking up at his face. Cute; his hair was a bit more unruly than usual and his eyes a bit more dazed. The bags under his eyes were a bit more sunken than usual - probably something that you shared with him today - yet he still made your heart flutter. 

He smirked, “Because I’m with you.” You fake-vomited, now pulling yourself off of him - immediately making him pull you back into his chest. 

“That’s so cheesy.” He’s been playfully flirting with you for the last two weeks. It started after Yeonjun had asked him his best pick-up line, which happened to be the most cheesy thing you’ve heard (well, until now). It quite literally earned a visceral reaction from you, and Beomgyu seemed to make it his mission to make you react like that again. 

“This is a public location, lovebirds.” Kai sang, sauntering towards you with Taehyun in tow. The two were direct neighbours and have been their whole lives, you had learnt soon after meeting them. “You shouldn’t be doing PDA out here.” His comment released Beomgyu’s grip on you, preventing him from pulling you back into his embrace. 

You rolled your eyes. Beomgyu was not your boyfriend; something you had to remind your friends way too often that you would want to admit. The first time your friends realised you befriended the boy who could be arrested for ‘attempted manslaughter’ (Ryujin with her dramatics), the amount of teasing you got lasted for days. 

“Where’s Soobs?” Taehyun asked, also expecting Soobin to be the first one here. “How long have you been here for?” 

Time to make him feel guilty, you decided - planning to tease them. “Literally, I could’ve been at school already.” You were here before everyone else a maximum of five minutes before Beomgyu sauntered in, but they didn’t have to know that. Taehyun, however, never falling for your tricks - raised his brow interrogatively. And Taehyun being your favorite best boy (as you joke Kai and him compete for), you crumpled under his pointed stare. “Nah, I was just here for like five minutes,” you shrugged - falling back onto the wall beside Beomgyu. 

“Nice try.” Kai grinned, laughing at your now sheepish face. “How are we all earlier than Soobin though? Isn’t he the one who usually gets here early?” 

“He also lives closer than all of us.” Taehyun added. “Yeonjun is also usually early.” 

From an outsider's perspective, the four of you must look like a cliche high school movie group - some sort of terrible remake of the Breakfast Club or the Brat Pack. Beomgyu decided to let loose on his uniform; his tie slightly undone and varsity jacket thrown over his shoulder with his backpack hanging onto a single shoulder, of course, plays the role of a rebellious jock. As the stereotypical nerd, Taehyun had a set of books tightly held in his arms - despite how bulky his backpack was already. And Kai? He looked like a version of a band freak, one shoulder carrying his shoulder bag - the other shoulder holding a guitar bag; both appearing like an ‘X’ against his chest. On top of it all, there was you - not quite fitting in any special clique, just the friends of the cheerleaders who can fit herself into any puzzle; a side character you can put into any random friend group of any scene, and it’d make sense.  

You squint your eyes, silently questioning that statement; Yeonjun is always late. Taehyun quickly rescinded it. Unfortunately, two pairs of ears heard the statement; bloating one of their egos so much more. 

“I know I’m always early.” Yeonjun gloated ‘fake news’, “I’m always the first here.” Soobin, despite always being the first there, didn’t seem to care that he took his title. With a pulled back smile, Soobin passed you a small doggy bag of your favourite pastry. He then handed out the others.

Thank the lords, you praised - quickly opening up the bag after thanking him and biting into the delicious treat. “Choi Soobin, you’re actually the love of my life.” He chuckled, blushing wildly. Luckily, he didn’t have to respond as the train brushed past. 

“Let’s goooooo!” Kai sang, “Time to go to schoooooolllll.” 

How anyone can be this happy about getting onto a train to head back to school defeats you.

And as per the usual for the last month (except on Mondays when Soobin has to get to school thirty minutes earlier), the six of you talked about absolutely anything and everything you can think of throughout the trip (yes, even the fact the air was feeling a bit crispier than usual or the idea that time is simply a concept created by society). Today’s conversation topic? The school sleepover that would be happening tomorrow night; the same school sleepover that you six planned just because Yeonjun wanted to confirm the existence of the school ghost Kai heard about and Taehyun immediately started to theorize about. 

“We should see if it’s true!” Yeonjun proposed excitedly; the six of you standing in the train full of adults making their way to work. “We should stay overnight, to try and support it.” He turned to Taehyun, “We can confirm your theories!

Ever since Kai heard from a fellow classmate about the ghosts wandering Hyejijum High, a ghost called Ki-woo, the six of you decided to have fun with it. From Soobin mentioning the name like a curse word in front of the school administration to gauge their reactions to Taehyun scouring the library for books about the school's history. There was evidence that Taehyun found about the school being built on land with a questionable history - however, he thinks he could find more in the restricted books section. The desire to see a ghost only became worse after watching Buzzfeed Unsolved at Yeonjun’s house.  

Specifically, you and Soobin started to join Taehyun in the library - creating funny and strange theories about what could’ve happened. 

Beomgyu, of course, loved the idea. “We can stay out after school, say it’s a club bonding experience.” Despite the STAR SEEKERS club being absolute bullshit, the six of you are still enlisted underneath the club. In all honesty, you probably meet more than a normal club would. “C’mon, Soobin - you should ask!” 

“Or,” The unease radiating from Soobin’s eyes alerted you so you tried to give him an out, “we could just have a sleepover and watch scary movies. I’m pretty sure my parents would be okay with it.” 

Unfortunately, the other four seemed persistent. “It'd definitely be an interesting experience,” Taehyun added, “it’d be a good way to see it with our own eyes.” 

“You can’t seriously be thinking of this!” You protested. There were so many logistical elements to work out; how will the security guards not see you? How will you even be able to stay past the school being locked down? “What about security? How will we even stay on campus after -” 

Kai interrupted you, snapping his fingers as he thought of a solution. Turning to Soobin, he pointed at him. “Make a whole school event out of it; a school wide sleepover. You can sell tickets, do some fundraising for a charity or future school events, and we can sneak out during the chaos.” 

“Huening Kai, I love you.” Yeonjun planted a huge, sloppy kiss on his cheek, making Kai cringe and wipe it off in an exaggerated fashion. “And, with our beautiful Choi Soobin,” he now wrapped his arm around the subject’s shoulders, “teachers will believe we’re not doing anything wrong and will be preoccupied with everyone else.” 

Okay…that makes more logistic sense. After all, Lia did say how the school wanted to host more fundraising events. Yeonjun seemed to notice how your facial expression became just a little bit more relaxed, and decided that was a sign you agreed. “Great, so Soobin - just suggest the idea during your meeting today and we got ourselves a ghost to catch.” 

By the time you all arrived at the school gates, Yeonjun and Beomgyu stopped informing you of their highly detailed scheme. “I’ll see you all later then.” The oldest grinned, before turning to the usual question; “What time is everyone done for today?” 

As per usual, everyone ended around 3:30 while Beomgyu had soccer practice. “Let’s head back around 4:30?”

“Ew no,” You quickly contributed in a teasing tone, “at least fifteen more minutes so you can change out of your soccer clothes. Stinky.” Beomgyu chuckled, placing his hand on the top of your head - ruffling your hair. 

“So 3:30, yeah?” Yeonjun teased, already walking away. 

“YAH!” Beomgyu called back, flicking the air as if it was Yeonjun’s forehead. They always had a cat-and-mouse-type relationship, teasing each other relentlessly. But you know, that if it ever came to  it - they’d die for each other. 

As Yeonjun runs to his ‘it’ crew, the five of you discuss your plans for today. “I’ll spend lunch time in the library today,” Soobin started, “I’m behind on an assignment for history class and if we do actually follow through with tomorrow, I'm going to need to finish it now.” 

“Oh, me too!” You exclaimed, “Is it alright if I join you?” Soobin nodded. 

Kai starts laughing, “What do you mean actually? Of course we’re doing it!” Beomgyu enthusiastically agrees with Kai. 

“Let’s just see if it works.” Taehyun interjected. “I’ll join you then, yeah?” With that, you all went off your own ways. As per usual, you headed towards the courtyard to meet your friends. As per the new usual, Beomgyu accompanied you. 

“Oh, hello, Y/N and co!” Yeji grinned, still reveling in the fact you were far more out of your shell than you were last year. The rest of the girls turned to face you, and when they did, Karina immediately faced the floor. 

“And goodbye, Y/N and co!” Beomgyu mused, mimicking Yeji’s greeting. From the distance, you heard Jeongin calling for his best friend. “I’ll see you later?” He asked, refusing to take his eyes off of you. You nodded, putting your backpack down on the ground before sliding into the seat. Smiling at the response, he sprinted off towards Jeongin - even running backwards at one point to glance back at you. Obviously, you were oblivious to this - your friends, however, were not blind. 

“I’m happy to see you having more friends this year,” Yeji smiled, “you seem really happy.” 

“Friends?” Karina poked in, “Beomgyu does be acting like a boyfriend. Which reminds me, can you introduce me formally to Soobin? Lia refuses too.”

Lia lets out an exasperated sigh, “I’m saying! He’s a friend, but not a good friend. We’re just on council together. I’m not going to be like ‘hey, my friend is obsessed with you. Date her?’.” 

You furrowed your brows - remembering how last week you got Soobin to join you for lunch, “Hasn’t he sat at our table already?” Karina huffed, before turning to the side. “I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you talk.” 

“No, but like we haven’t talk-talked - you know?”

“ANYWAYS,” You jumped to swap the conversation, not wanting to continue this further - “Ryu, when’s your soccer match?” Soccer season, unfortunately, is coming to an end. While you promised to support Beomgyu’s game with the guys, you have to make sure Ryujin’s game isn’t at the same time. Ryujin was your friend first. 

“It’ll be next Friday afternoon!” Thank God, you thought - Beomgyu’s was on Saturday. “Around 4:00pm!” 

You decided to extend the invite for Saturday, partially knowing they may be going anyway. After all, Ryujin and Yeji have been asking you to attend more sports games since last year (you always denied, unless Ryu was playing). Plus, it will let Karina interact with Soobin. Part of that made your heart twinge; the idea of them hitting it off and clicking as if they were meant to be, as if their souls were tied together throughout time. You’re not sure why - you should be happy about it. After all, he was your friend’s crush. Regardless, you brush the feelings aside. It’s probably nothing. “Would you want to come with me on Saturday to see the men’s soccer team?” 

Lia dropped her jaw, before starting to sing. “Is this because of Beomgyuuuu?” 

“Is little Y/Nie in loveeee?” Yeji continued.

You rolled your eyes, about to defend yourself when the bell rang. 

“Literally saved by the bell.” Ryujin laughed, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. With the sound of a voice calling your name from a distance, she smirked. “Speak of the devil!” Your friends started scattering off - Yeji and Lia had English literature, while Karina had maths. You, however, had history. 

I should probably text Soobin to ask if he has any questions for the teacher. You pulled out your phone and sent a quick private text to him. While doing this, you heard heavy panting coming from behind you - Ryujin now released her arm from her shoulders; freeing you - only for your shoulders to be held by someone else in just a few more minutes. Thursdays are the days you have two classes with Beomgyu; one at the start of the day, and one as the second to last period in physical education with Ryujin. 

“I’ll see you later, Gyu?”  Ryujin chuckled - notifying you of who's behind you. She was not ignorant to how Beomgyu paused and watched you with doe eyes. Luckily for her, Ryujin had study hall as her first class for Thursdays. Like most people, she uses morning study halls to nap or eat breakfast somewhere. “I’m going to head to the school cafe.” You nodded, before quickly telling her you’ll see her during the morning break period. 

You turned to face your friend, who - when you think about it - the fact a friendship has blossomed between you two is surprising. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, probably from playing soccer with his friends while in his actual school uniform instead of his soccer gear. It definitely wasn’t good to be playing soccer in his vest and slacks on a sunny morning. “Ew, sweaty.” Beomgyu poked out his tongue, before taking your bag from your hands. 

“I’ll carry this!” 

You widen your eyes, “Gyu, I can carry it myself.” 

He smiled, “I know you can, but you won’t.” He pulled you closer, and while the sweat clearly dripping from his hair disgusted you, you welcomed the embrace. “You can pay me back by doing my history work for me.” You pushed him away, both of you laughing as you rolled your eyes. 

“I can’t even finish my own.”

“Did you know,” Soobin started, taking his eyes away from his research paper to continue the accidental game the three of you started, “that when grass is cut, the smell they release - it’s like it's a distress signal? So it’s practically screaming in pain to warn the others.” 

You and Taehyun hum in appreciation. 

The game started accidentally. Soobin, in an effort to make his assignment more interesting, decided to start spurting out any fact he deemed fun or interesting. Taehyun, however, wanted to one-up him. And you of course had to jump in. 

Unfortunately, you had to tisk him. “That has nothing to do with your essay though.” Even his screen, which you have a full view of with your seat beside him, was pulled up on ‘fun facts’ instead of his essay. This game was to motivate him, you remembered, not to distract him. 

“Tell me what else I can tell you about Ancient Greek culture without it being about Zeus having sex with another person that isn’t his wife.” 

Taehyun joined in the temporary hate-on-Soobin club; “Didn’t Zeus turn into a golden shower once to impregnate a random woman?” Both you and Soobin turned your heads, unknowingly sharing the same questions that relate to why Zeus did it, how it worked, what even happened - but most importantly; why does Taehyun know this?

“That’s a very specific kink.” Soobin muttered under his breath; eyes wide, making him look like a young child. The shock of Soobin saying such a statement so innocently made you flinch; your head landing on his shoulder as you had to muffle your laughter. Even the librarian came by to shush you. “I don’t get why someone would cheat…” He now mumbled under his breath. 

It wasn’t something that often came to mind. Like a mindless and endless conversation with Ryujin and Yeji, you decided to elaborate - launching the conversation to a whole new direction. “Do you think physical or emotional cheating is worse? Do you think cheating is ever okay?” 

The essays both you and Soobin had to work on were long forgotten, Taehyun just revising for a maths exam in a month from now (who studies this early anyway?). “ I think physical cheating, sure, is more concrete but surface level. So emotional cheating is worse.” Taehyun said, matter-of-factly. “But, I don’t think cheating is always terrible? Like in toxic relationships, I think it’s natural and may help the people end the toxicity to emotionally cheat. But yeah, I guess it also depends on intention or following behaviour, like if they’re hiding it or purposefully lying or intend to keep doing it behind their back.” 

Despite a relatively detailed answer from Taehyun, Soobin seemed to be launched into an even more detailed answer. “Neither is good, there is no such thing as worse in this case.” He started, “However, if it is true love - like obviously they are made for each other, I guess it’s okay?” His statement led you to a question; but how do you know if it’s true love?

As Soobin continues to ramble, you get lost in your thoughts. You were still young, uncertain of love and what it feels like. Is it supposed to feel exciting every day? Is it supposed to be like what an adrenaline junkie craves? Excitement running through you, blindsighted with no regard for consequences because you’re so consumed with this person. Is it supposed to be like home, like comfort? Like an introvert’s dream, or a rainy day inside with a warm cup of hot chocolate - wrapped up in sheets? From television and books, you were taught that love was supposed to hurt; to be full of raging passion. However, from the love you’ve seen around you and from your own passion - you don’t know if you want love like that. Full of back and forth, bickering, toxic combinations of love and hate; maybe love was supposed to be love. But to know what love is supposed to be like, it’s important to ask if -

Taehyun scoffed, stopping Soobin’s spiele and your thoughts from unravelling further. “You need to get back to work.” He eyed both of you, to which you immediately turned your laptop and raised your hands in defence. You had more done on the history essay than Soobin, at least, so Taehyun hummed in some sort of approval. Whereas, Soobin received a disappointed sigh. 

“So, Y/N -” Taehyun turned to you, “Did you know there’s a belief that Ned Fulmer’s affair is secretly part of a Try Guys Try A Scandal series?” 

Soobin and you puff. “Did you not listen to their podcast?” 

Whatever you’re feeling right now is completely, utterly, absolutely irrational, right? Right?

In your non-uniform clothes but also not yet your pyjamas, you and your friends settled around the gym. 

From your spot, you can see Beomgyu with Jeongin and another soccer friend Hyunjin; Yeonjun with his friend Wooyoung enchanting his crowd with laughter; Soobin with Arin and her girlfriend Yoo-bin; Taehyun and Kai with some of their classmates like Jake and Sunghoon. 

You had to wait until Yeonjun gives a ‘go’ single. Fortunately, Yeonjun’s friends are always willing to make a scene - so upon Yeonjun’s instruction, Wooyoung will cause their group to start…well, Yeonjun said he wouldn’t tell you what exactly to give you all deniability. 

It was also Soobin’s idea, surprisingly, that you all sit separately from each other. The chaperones will take notice of larger groups, so if one group disappears - it’d be noticeable. If one person per group disappears? Not too obvious. 

So your current feelings of being scared absolutely shitless is unreasonable, right? 

No, but you know you have to convince yourself otherwise to follow through. 

“What’s on your mind?” Ryujin asked, noticing your silence. Your friends knew about the plan; you didn’t want to scare them when you disappeared. “You worried?” With your silence, she prodded further. “Are you scared about getting caught with your boyfriend?” 

You remained silent, your eyes laser focused on your hands. Will you get in trouble? Will you get caught? Should you follow the plan, or maybe should you just stay with your friends? 

“Hey,” Ryujin’s voice lowered, her hand resting on your shoulder. The rest of your friends were too engrossed in a conversation about a series of TikToks. “What’s up, really?” 

Words are failing you. How are you even feeling? Yes, sure - scared, nervous, worried. But you’re also excited. This is time with five people you’ve loved spending time with, who excite you, who challenge you. You want to spend time with them, but like this? 

“I don’t know.” 

A response of a soft smile was given. “Okay. Well, for now, I’ll be right here. And when you do know, and feel comfortable to share it, I’ll be right here to-” 

Music broke through the gym. Wooyoung is screaming bloody murder as he tries to get everyone to stand up. You see Yeonjun through the crowd, his eyes roaming as he searches for you all. When his eyes made eye contact with yours, his eyes went wide. 

This must be the sign.

…

…

Of course, the distraction had to be Gangnam Style. 

Regardless, it worked. Almost every student and (oddly enough) a large number of chaperones joined Wooyoung, of course with his persistence. You’re pretty sure Wooyoung dragged the head chaperone into a dance circle. However, you can’t be certain; Ryujin distracted you, wishing you luck and sending you off. 

Don’t think about the consequences, you heard Ryujin say in your head - something she has said a thousand times when she’s about to do something you swear is as dumb as the actions of a character in a horror movie. Unless the consequence is death, nothing worse could really happen. 

So, you crouched down and made your way behind the crowd gathering at the centre. Well, nothing worse could happen - you thought of all the potentials. Unless this world is secretly magical and this could bring about the end of the world, the worst consequence could be expulsion - certainly not death.

The tale of the Hyejijum ghost is that of a long time ago. Before the school was built, it was a small village. At the time, trains and the other transport of today didn’t exist. Instead of the train tracks and roads, there was a forest. 

According to the story Yeonjun and Kai have respectively heard, both the practice rooms and a place somewhere along your train route once harnessed magical energy. It was a result of the barrier between the different worlds being at its thinnest. The story says, the reason why the worlds were closer than they ever could be was because a group of children of gods followed a black cat into its clearing, unaware that the cat was the evil god in disguise. Somehow, the group got separated and the oldest - the leader of the group - died in cold blood by the hands of a friend whose soul got corrupted. One of the others - the lover of the corrupted - died trying to save them. 

(“Sounds like a Percy Jackson fanfiction” Taehyun snorted as Yeonjun and Kai took turns telling the story - a choice that made the plot very disjointed - in the dark. 

Yeonjun lightly pushes Taehyun’s head to the side - his flashlight that was shining on his face from below him shaking along with the movement. “You’re ruining the mood!”) 

Here, the ghost story here diverges based on who is telling it. From the version Kai heard, after the two deaths and the disappearance of their corrupted friend - the others came back to the village - to the exact coordinates of the practice rooms - and bore the bad news. It was here where the three survivors broke down, releasing their pent up sadness at the loss of their friend. It was here that they died, unexpectedly, from heartbreak. It was told they still wander the halls, telling the stories of their lost friends. 

According to Yeonjun’s version, the coordinates of the practice room is where the friend who had murdered the other came with the god and destroyed the village. It’s here that the old civilisation ended to make way for a new society. Unfortunately, the ghosts of the friends remain here; still wandering the halls in an attempt to stop him. 

“Do you think multiple universes even exist?” Kai prompted, the six of you peeking into the practice rooms with your phone torches on.

Taehyun shrugged, “It’s a scientific theory that has yet to be disproven.” 

“I think it would be fun.” Yeonjun added, “Imagining how else we’d be living. Do you think I’d be famous in another life? Do you think we’d still be friends?” 

Glancing towards you all with a soft look in his eyes, Soobin smiled; “I think we’d be.” 

“Don’t worry Yeonjun, you’d still be the same annoying hyung.” Beomgyu’s comment earned a slap to the back of his head. “I do not see anything.” 

Unbeknownst to them, your hand started towards the wall; patting around in an attempt to find the light switch. Sure, it’s less likely to call upon a ghost - you thought - but whoever is holding your hand right now is trembling and light would probably help. Their conversation around you muffled out as you suddenly felt a fear that wasn’t yours moments ago. “Can you guys find the light?” You asked, struggling to find the switch. Based on the grip on your hand and the distance of their voices, you can probably assume it wasn’t Yeonjun or Taehyun. 

No one heard you, all focused on everywhere there torches shined light on. From the blue mat lining the floor, the series of chords for the speakers, the -

Something moved in front of you. “What was that?” Soobin squealed - the grip on your hand tightening. So it was Soobin. The sound of footsteps soon echoed throughout the room. 

“Guys, this isn’t funny!” You called as Yeonjun moved the torch to try and find what noise was being made. 

When the light revealed the mirror, your heart dropped. 

“AH!” Three of you screamed. Behind Soobin and Yeonjun’s reflection were…Beomgyu and Kai making weird faces. Lights suddenly flickered on, showing Taehyun had covered the light switch the whole time. 

“HAJIMA!” Yeonjun screamed annoyed, hitting them. Whoever thought of the prank, it was apparently directed against you, Soobin, and Yeonjun. Based on the smug look on his face, you knew it was Beomgyu’s idea. Also, knowing Taehyun and Kai quite well - they wouldn’t come up with this without letting you in on it. “What the fuck was that?” Yeonjun’s anger soon dissipated as he started to laugh. That was pretty good, Yeonjun realised after a minute.  

You groaned, putting your hands over your eyes - the sudden extremity of light hurting them. “Come on, this place is a dud.” Taehyun deadpanned, “We should go to the library and look for more clues.” 

“Ew, no.” Kai whined, “We literally can be anywhere right now, and you choose the library?” 

Taehyun pouted, “We can have unlimited access to the restricted books section!” 

“Nerd!” Both Beomgyu and Yeonjun synchronised, both holding the ‘L’ sign towards their forehead. 

What would be a fun place to go at a time like this? You, like everyone else, started thinking of all the potentials; the cafeteria, however, that’s pretty much creepy in the daytime too. The gymnasium is obviously occupied by the rest of the student body, the -

Arms draped loosely over your shoulders; his chest against your back as his arms crossed in front of you. “Didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry.” You rolled your eyes, pushing him off of you playfully. 

“Oh, what did you mean to do then?” You tease. Simply put, he decided to prank you guys in the dark. What was he even meaning to do if not to scare you? “Were you trying to cure cancer then?” Beomgyu rolled his eyes at your response, trying to grab your arm to pull you closer again. When he failed, he pouted. But he just scared you, Soobin, and Yeonjun shitless. So, you immediately mocked his (admittedly cute and adorable) annoying expression and exaggeratingly pouted back.

Kai was the one who came up with the best idea. “How about the roof?” While not much convincing was needed, Yeonjun’s acceptance was the final confirmation. 

Getting up to the roof was easy. In fact, a lot of students would camp out there eating lunches. It’s not allowed by the faculty, but kids will always find a way. Specifically, there was a staircase accessible by a broken lock the school had forgotten to fix. Once you go through the double doors at the top of the stairs, your jaw drops. Running towards the railing, you leaned out to see it all. 

You’ve come here on occasion throughout your freshman year, and started frequenting it more this year because Kai is absolutely enchanted with the view up here. However, you’ve never been here at night. 

On this starless night, the moon shone brighter than ever. However, it didn’t defeat the lights from the city below. Living in the Hybedosi suburb means it was mostly quiet, not much light beyond the convenience stores and the lamp posts. In the city, it was different. Instead of the sky, the stars could be found in the buildings below. You saw the lights line across the river and you felt like you were in a movie. 

“Good idea, Kai.” Yeonjun sighed in content, staring at the view too. The beauty of this school is that due to its many facilities and being developed to be quite a prestigious school, the roof was actually quite high up. 

However, a view can only be so interesting for so long. While Taehyun opted to remain standing, the five of you sat down on the ground - Yeonjun showing some TikToks on his phone. From his position, you could see a nasty burn on his hand - covered by a large bandaid. You see the ruptured skin poking out of the Minions bandaid. “Yeonjun, what happened here?”

“I was baking last night with Wooyoung.” He commented, shrugging as if the constant pain wasn't there. But he got used to it, in his eyes. Or, he’ll get used to it soon. Sure, it stung when it got touched - but it’ll soon become numb. No one should be concerned.

You rolled your eyes, “Give me your hand.” As he followed your instructions, you dramatically kissed his hand better - making Yeonjun equally dramatically pretend you were inviting him to a ballroom dance. 

The way you kissed his hand was like how movies show princes starting ballroom dances with princesses. “I will dance with you, Miss Y/N!” Pretending to be a dramatic princess from some sort of terrible Bridgerton remake, he dragged you to your feet - now spinning you around and dancing beneath the starless sky. The group laughed, as always, at Yeonjun’s antics. 

By the time Yeonjun wanted to give up his dramatic act, he returned to his place beside Soobin and Kai. You decided to approach Taehyun while the four spoke about TikTok and celebrity drama once more. His eyes seemed preoccupied as he anxiously bit on his lip. “Penny for your thoughts?”

Taehyun shrugged, chuckling. “I just can’t believe that these dumbasses got their stupid plan to follow through.”  

“You know what that means?” He shook his head, “You joined in on the planning, so that means you’re a dumbass too.” You teased, turning around and crossing your arms against the rail. “I am wondering if there's more we can find about the ghost though. The plan was to find something.” 

“Well, technically, it was to prove or disprove something. So far, we have disproved it.” 

“Are we sure it was the practice rooms though?” You pushed, “Especially as you did find that this was built on a town that was massacred.” You saw the glint in his eye, and you knew what he was going to suggest. So, you did it for him. 

Clapping and walking towards the exit again, you got everyone’s attention. “YAH! Where are you going?” Yeonjun called. 

“Library!” You sang, making Taehyun chuckle and follow quickly behind. 

Beomgyu, however, groaned. “Are we really going to listen to Taehyun right now?” 

“Yes!” You quickly retaliate, not leaving more space for complaints. “So you can either stay here or shut up.” 

Although the initial plan was to find more information about the ghost, especially through the restricted section, Beomgyu and Kai quickly turned the search for information into a game of tag. It started with Beomgyu whispering his scheme to Kai, who quickly enacted it by psst-ing and tagging Taehyun. Everyone quickly sprinted in different directions, torches helping guide the way. Of course, your friends are notably clumsy people and therefore, the occasional yelp or ‘ouch’ proved that they were guilty of bumping into corners regardless). 

You’re not even sure who ‘it’ is as after every few seconds, you could hear a squeal and laughter. It was only when you heard Beomgyu approach, singing ‘I’m going to come get you!’ in a creepy voice that you realised he was after you. 

Fuck, you thought, and you did so well at hiding. You ran for it; as fast as you could, hearing his footsteps creeping behind you. Running so fast, you bumped into Kai - who even stopped in the middle of the aisle; directly in Beomgyu’s way. I’m safe, you realised as Kai was now in his way. However, Beomgyu just screamed at him to move out of the way as he can’t squeeze through him and the shelf without touching him.

“Beomgyu!” You laughed, your stomach hurting as you ran away from the tagger. “Kai was right there!” 

“Don’t throw me under the bus!” His voice was now distant, obviously grateful that his accidental escape plan had worked. 

from Yeonjun to soobin hate club (jokes): whoever is it now, we should corner Soobin.

Now tired from running around, the six of you decided to stop the game. Yeonjun had opted to lie down on an empty desk, one knee bent while the other leg was hanging off the table as he spoke with you and Soobin. The two of you sat on the floor, leaning against the wall underneath the window. Yeonjun had a direct view of the starless sky just above you, yet the moon still appeared to be spotlighting your little corner. On the other side of things, Beomgyu and Kai were still bustling full of energy; attempting to find the funniest title, wandering through the aisles and giggling. Unconsciously, you smiled at their antics; especially as Kai screamed out through his laughter; “And on the eighth day, God created hairdressers - I have contributed in many ways to the field of beauty”. 

The title made you chuckle, especially when Kai sprinted back to show you the book cover; a cover that looks like it was made in the centre of hell or on a Tumblr shitpost (essentially, the same thing). He then ran back to Beomgyu, who was already trying to one up him desperately - as you can tell through his exasperated and playful yells. 

Out of all of you, however, Taehyun was back on track - finding a book about the history of the school and the area. “Maybe the ghost story is in a different universe,” he commented as he showed Soobin, Yeonjun, and you the page. “Look. You mentioned the town being called Hybehead, right?” Yeonjun nodded, “The town that was here previously was named the same as Hybedosi, so I’m assuming our suburb just became smaller over time.” 

“Maybe it was all fiction then?” Soobin posed, raising his eyebrow. You dropped your head on his shoulder; tiredness from lack of sleep already starting to settle in. With Soobin, it felt natural. He always felt cosy - maybe that’s why even when you don’t have class, you visit the bakery in hopes of seeing Soobin. If you had to explain the feeling of being around Soobin, it would be sitting in your room on a rainy day with a mug of hot chocolate and a warm blanket. 

“Or!” Yeonjun basically yelled, jolting upwards, “Or, it’s another universe seeping into ours. Maybe the practice rooms are like the portal to them.” 

“This sounds like some terrible Riverdale episode.” You joked, remembering the news of Riverdale having a five episode special to a location called RiverVale. 

“How dare you call Riverdale terrible?” You heard Beomgyu scream in offence from the other side of the library. At his offence, Kai and him apparently decided to rejoin the group; panting as they approached the four of you huddled at your current area. The older of the two sat down next to you, while Kai peeked over Taehyun’s shoulder. “Well, if it is true - maybe it's just coordinates? What’s below the practice room?” 

This line of thought essentially brought you to the indoor swimming pool’s locker rooms - which Yeonjun realised were four floors directly below the practice rooms. 

“What time is it?” You asked, your voice hushed as you walked past the gymnasium all your classmates slept. 4:10am. “I don’t think it’s going to be dark for much longer.” 

The group agreed through a series of hums and nods of acknowledgements. “I think this should be our last stop before heading back.” Everyone agreed with Yeonjun - despite Kai’s obvious want for the night to continue. Part of you wanted the night to never end as well; wanting to stay here. Despite your initial fear and worries for the night, this has been the highlight of your year - if not your life. 

Wandering in a comfortable silence and the occasional comment, the six of you looked everywhere. This is how you found out that, in contrast to all the stereotypes,  the male locker rooms are actually significantly less gross than the females. However, is it because no one was actively using it? The lack of stray hair on the ground was definitely the only and main factor for its cleanliness. 

When you turned your head, you saw Yeonjun poke through the exit; back towards the pool. With him letting out a whistle and a motioning signal, the five of you followed his lead. 

The pool glistened under the torch’s light, yet was still. It has never felt more eerie than this; the only sounds echoing off the tiled floors and walls were your footsteps towards the body of water. There were no ripples, no students swimming, nothing. 

The world felt still. 

Your eyes felt trained on a random spot in the pool, watching how the water has changed its appearance. “We were just learning about refraction,” you remembered Yeonjun telling you guys - remind me to ask him about it later. 

A voice brought you out of your trance. “It’s a good temperature!” Kai screamed, his lower half submerged under the pool - a ripple following. 

And with that, the four other boys ran and jumped in -  the only things left on the side were their phones and the hoodies they had wrapped around their waists. The splash the four of them made together lifted the water above, almost splashing you in the process. You, ultimately, decided to sit on the diving board; watching the five silly boys splash each other. 

A year ago today, you wouldn’t be expecting this. A year ago today, if you told your old self you’d be spending time with this group of idiots (lovingly) - you wouldn’t believe it. You wouldn’t believe the fact that Taehyun, Soobin, and you have weekly study hangouts at random libraries or parks. Or, that Beomgyu has been joining Ryujin’s long-term goal of getting you to play soccer. You wouldn’t believe that you’d have almost daily walks with Yeonjun, pop-culture debates with Kai, or random trivial games with Taehyun. You wouldn’t believe you’d have monthly (well, so far - it has happened two times) movie nights at Yeonjun’s house, or picnics fully stocked with Choi’s bakery treats. 

The five of them have changed your life, and for the better. You’re happier, freer. You feel that even with the weight on your shoulders from school and life obligations, you have a stronger support system than previously. Yes, the girls are a strong foundation - but it took a while for that relationship to build. Or well, in better words - it didn’t feel as natural as this. 

“Dive in, Y/N!” Yeonjun called - the water splash war temporarily ending. 

You shook your head, laughing. It’d be a clear cut sign to anyone if you all came back with wet hair. “I’m good!” The group in front of you protested.

“If I can’t even swim, you can jump in!” Soobin called in retaliation. You scoffed, noting that he doesn’t even need to swim to survive - his feet touching the ground as he stood in the pool.

As the five of them swam (in Soobin’s case, walk) closer towards you, you noticed something you didn’t notice before. Maybe it was because of the jump or the water making it float, but the five of them had the same necklaces. You’ve known since meeting Kai that you two had the same necklaces, but what are the chances that all six of you have the same design? You’ve never seen anyone wear it beyond you and Kai before. Could this be a connecting factor behind the club? No way the school knows about your necklaces… Oh god, was I secretly born into a cult? 

While you were in your thoughts, Beomgyu was swimming towards the foot of the board where your feet are gently grazing the water. His hand went to the top of your socks, tugging on them slightly and letting the elastic slap back against your skin repeatedly as if trying to nudge you in. 

He looked up to you, with his big teddy bear eyes. You felt something shift. For some reason, you felt enchanted by his eyes. In them, you could see the smile that was also on his lips. You’re brought back to the last few months; every time you’ve looked him in the eye. You remember how he looked when he told you about his childhood, and you remember how he looks when he tells you about his passions. 

When did this feeling start? The bubbling in your stomach, the excitement that arises. Was it the way the light bounces off the pool and onto his face, making him look serene. Your friends always call him your boyfriend, and sure - you’re quick to deny - but is that so bad? Did you want to be able to call him that? 

Is it a sign you have feelings for him when he’s one of the first people you think of in the morning and the last before you go to bed? Is it a sign you have feelings for him when something happens and you get excited to tell him about it? Over the last few months, all five of them have become integral in your routine - you never went more than 24 hours without talking - but Beomgyu and Soobin are the two who have been present every single day. 

The look in his eyes drew you in. In the water, he was like a siren; calling you in. He reached his arm out, and invited you to take his hand. Another invitation to join them.  You couldn’t say no, not when he’s looking at you like that. 

Well, you couldn’t say no anyways as he pulled you in. Your thought process felt like hours, but honestly - were mere seconds. 

“What the fuck!” You exclaimed, bringing yourself out of water to hear the sounds of laughter. Restarting the splash fight, you started to splash - directly at Beomgyu. Beomgyu, however, didn’t retaliate and instead - he reached out to your wrists to halt your moments. 

Please stop, you thought - not wanting to dive into these thoughts even more. Beomgyu was your best friend, he didn’t think anything more of your friendship. His eyes were magnetic. They were pure, full of good. All you could do was smile and stare in awe. As cheesy as it sounds, the world around you seemed to slow down; falling into a trance. The conversation between Soobin and Yeonjun faded, Taehyun and Kai running up the ladder to jump in again was ignored. 

Luckily, their jump splashed the two of you - breaking you apart. Thank God. You left his grasp and swam towards Soobin and Yeonjun, leaving Beomgyu to Taehyun and Kai who immediately invited him to do more dives. 

“Y/N! Can you see who can hold their breaths for longer?” 

The rest of the time spent in the pool was full of swinging each other into the water (namely Taehyun being swung in by everyone else), diving competitions, and general races. It was always a friendly competition between them, and with every competition, they always tried to either single out Soobin or interfere with each other’s plots. You also made sure not to lean into Beomgyu’s touch, avoiding an instinct that has become natural over the last few months. Instead, you made sure someone else was always beside you if you’re next to him. 

With the final competition, the chlorine in your eyes finally exhausted you. Pulling yourself out of the pool, you approached the bench. However, on the way, you saw the band aid that you ‘kissed better’ earlier on the ground. “Oh shit, Yeonjun!” You called. A burn, on its own, is painful - but an injury submerged under chlorine definitely would make it worse. “Do you need another bandaid?” 

He looked confused, now glancing at his hand - he swore he was still wearing it. He felt no pain, in fact - the constant pain had subsided substantially. Sure, the band-aid is missing; but also, the burn - and any traces of it - was too.

At 5am, the six of you headed back towards the gym. Prepared to get at least four hours of sleep before the mandatory pick-up time, you wanted to sneak into your sleeping bag next to Ryujin. Sure, your hair may still be wet and you may wake up with a cold in the morning - but you wanted to slip into a deep slumber asap. The exhaustion of running around school has finally hit you. All the fears you’ve had of potentially regretting this whole thing are gone. Everything was amazing and went according to pla-

“Fuck!” Yeonjun cursed under his breath. His forehead fell onto the metal doors, “It’s locked.” Water from the pool escapade trailed behind you, dripping as if tracing your steps. “It’s fucking locked.” 

Jinxed it then. 

The cold air from the open hallways are making you shiver; an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Beomgyu and Soobin. While Soobin made a move to pass you the hoodie he wore earlier that now rested around his waist (which he opted out of wearing to keep it dry), Beomgyu brought you into his chest. Fuck. You’d pull away, but you knew he wouldn’t let go - especially with how you trembled and were practically ice cold. 

“We can’t just stay out here.” You commented, voice shaking, “We’d get in trouble for sneaking out.” 

Kai turned to look at everyone, the six of you forming a circle outside the gym. “What about our stuff?” 

“I’ll text Wooyoung for mine.” Yeonjun quickly commented, “You should text your friends. No one bought anything super important?” Living so far away meant that it’s probably unlikely to get your stuff back unless you make an effort to see them before school on Monday. “I can ask Wooyoung to pick it up and drive it to our area.” 

“But how do we leave?” Soobin asked, confused. They can’t just-

Kai’s unfazed face terrified all of you, admittedly. “Jump the fence.” How does he look so innocent while saying this? Regardless, you followed his lead. How did he know where the lowest part of the fence was? He said it was just luck, just his intuition - but that can’t be; he basically found this place immediately. 

By 5:40, all six of you were over the fence; now damp, the wind having dried you up a little. 

5:47 was the time you got to the train station, sprinting past the gates as your train was to arrive in three minutes. Regardless, the station was empty. Why would anyone be up at 5:47 on a Saturday morning? 

The train arrived at the station at 5:50, the six of you shuffling on and dropping down onto the ugly seats. From a TikTok, you recently learnt that the design of the seats was purely to hide the dirt. Since then, you’ve avoided sitting down on them as much as possible. Despite it being possible to stand, your exhaustion tells you to sit down - your legs feeling weak and your brain feeling hazy. You weren’t feeling this way moments ago, but something about the atmosphere felt heavy - intoxicating. 

At 5:51, your head fell onto Soobin’s shoulder. 

At 5:52, Kai opens his mouth to speak. However, for some reason - potentially the air feeling heavier, the train feeling like it sped up, a screeching sound piercing through the silence - you felt the need to tighten your grip on the closest thing you were holding. Everyone else did the same. 

At 5:53, everything hits you at once.

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For  you

Summary: Naruto and Hinata are highschool sweethearts. Naruto has planned their holiday, and it must be perfect. Because he has a very importan question to ask. 

One-shot: For you

The clock ticks, ticks, ticks, and Naruto can’t stare hard enough at it.The class is taking forever, and he knows he will have to ask Shikamaru for his notes next week. The last thirty minutes have only been white noise to him. 

At any other time, he would have left already. Hell, he would have left the moment his brain had decided to stop working properly, staying seated while being talked about shit he just couldn’t process was annoying as fuck. 

But he knows that it’s either him waiting here with his leg bobbing up and down in anticipation while sending daggers to the clock above the whiteboard, or him prancing around the hallways, checking at his cellphone every second just to make sure that the time is actually passing and keeping himself from leaving this place to go see Hinata.

Hell, he knows the moment the class is over he’ll sprint to her.

The bell rings, and Naruto grabs his stuff immediately, darting for the door before anyone else has even closed their notebooks. He says bye to Shikamaru without making sure if the man heard him at all and leaves with his bag still clasped tightly in his hand. 

He runs.

Along the way, he puts his backpack on properly while dodging the other students that have begun to pour out into the hallways. Their campuses are far away, so Naruto sprints over. His hair is in his face, and he feels the sweat starting to pool at his back and armpits. 

At any other time, he would have worried about this. With anyone else doubly so. But this is Hinata we're talking about. His girlfriend. 

His girlfriend who made the first move back when they were in high school. Thank god. 

He's sweaty, he knows, probably looking like a hot mess. He inhales deeply, trying to look a little less winded than he feels and looks around. 

Hinata always takes her time; she only begins to put her things in order when the bell rings, her laptop and notebooks and binders, all neatly ordered inside her bag. Naruto checks his cellphone again, no new messages. She has to be still inside the building. 

Some of the students leaving the place look at him like some sort of attraction, and Naruto ignores them. He knows what sort of rumors go around concerning him. An orphan who knew how to speak only using his fists, now the boyfriend of the heir to the Hyuga conglomerate. He has learned to tune it all out. It’s not worth it. 

He's trying to keep his hair away from his eyes when he catches Hinata’s form among the students. She's wearing the skirt Naruto himself chose last night through their video call. He waits at the end of the stairs for her, staring and hoping she will feel his gaze and look back. Her eyes find him midway through the stairs. 

She turns and says goodbye to the friend beside her, walks the rest of the stairs with a hastened pace, looking at her feet in order not to fall. It takes everything in Naruto not to grab her just before she reaches the ground and twirls her around. 

Patience. Patience.

Hinata reaches the ground and smiles at him immediately after. That is enough to make him melt. She rummages through her bag and brings out a purple handkerchief she uses to dab Naruto’s face, his forehead and neck, where the sweat pooled. 

“Sorry about that.”

She giggles, and Naruto is immediately entranced, “Did you run?”

“Yes.” Her touch is comforting and something he knows by heart, and yet he can’t help but lean into it, making her cup his cheek for a second. 

“Do you want some water?”

“Nah, I’m fine,” he pats the bag that slings over his shoulder, “got some water, too.” 

“I’m sorry you had to carry all that by-”

“I offered.”

Hinata looks at him and he stares. They gauge each other and then Naruto offers his hand in truce, “Let’s get going, I don’t want us to lose the train.”

Hinata gives him an amused look. He has been going on about this trip since forever, making plans and asking for him to be in charge of everything. She knows very little, and although she loves seeing him so excited, she can’t help but tease him regardless, “We have almost a full hour to walk a 20-minute walk.”

And Naruto makes it as if he doesn’t hear, shakes his head even. He tugs at her hand for her to start walking and Hinata starts to feel herself grow excited. She doesn’t want to think too much about it, but Ino and Sakura have been going on and about how this trip fits perfectly just before her birthday -which is just after Christmas- and how this whole ordeal must mean he’s planning something else.

Naruto isn’t one to shy away from a big celebration, so the possibility is there. But she doesn’t want to go into it, she doesn’t want to put pressure into this whole thing, and Naruto looks so excited she knows it doesn’t even matter if he didn’t prepare anything but the trip. They will have a blast. She can’t help but skip a few steps and smile at him when he looks back in question.

He crouches in a second before she can even register it, and then his lips are pressing on her and his breath is on her face, and then he’s walking again. Her feet follow after him out of habit and she brings her hand to her mouth. Naruto doesn’t look back, but Hinata can see his ears are red. He probably couldn’t contain himself. 

She understands. She wants to kiss him, too. 

Hinata feels the stares as they leave their campus. Knows the rumors going around. But Naruto just kissed her so she feels invincible and she presses herself to his side. 

Her boyfriend glances back at her -her hand on her mouth- and he has to bring his hand to cover his face, which is growing redder by the second. 

•···•···•

Hinata waits on the seats, with Naruto’s big ass duffel bag at her feet. He left her with a hot drink in one hand and a muffin in the other, and Hinata has not been able to keep her smile away from her face for a while now. 

Naruto has everything planned. The tickets are printed, he knows by heart the schedules of the trains they have to take and the stations they will go through -although he mutters them low enough for her not to hear-, and yet; and yet he goes to check with an assistant again, and yet he goes check the time he already knows on the board around the train station, and yet he checks on his phone to check he has already checked everything that needs to be checked. 

It’s endearing.

It’s adorable.

Hinata wants to eat him up for being so cute. 

He walks toward her with a frown on his face as he checks his phone. There are a few faces she recognizes around the station. It doesn’t surprise nor bother her, the station is close to their university, and today is Friday. People go back to their homes or, like them, go take a trip somewhere fun. 

What bothers her are the obvious glances some people give her boyfriend. They are somewhat famous in their own campuses, and more people that she likes to think about know about them throughout their university, but that also means that everyone also knows Naruto is kind of head over heels with her.

Obsessed, likes to tease Ino. But even Hinata knows that using that word is not fair. 

He has told her many times that she is the closest he has ever felt to family.

Naruto thinks that Iruka -the orphanage director- doesn’t count because he has to take care of his children. Even though Iruka has kept contact with him to this day. And his relationship with his schoolmates he believes to be some kind of mix between pity and camaraderie that relies on some sort of give and take. 

He has trouble believing he is good and enough just as he is, but Hinata believes he’s been making progress. He is very close friends with Sakura and Sasuke. Although Sasuke hated his guts -as he himself put it- and Sakura became friends with him out of duty rather than choice, being class president back when he transferred to their school and all. 

But time had been good to them, and although Sasuke was still aloof sometimes, they learned to make their friendship work. And then highschool started and Naruto shone with the light of a thousand suns, as he fought everything and everyone that laid eyes on him. With Sasuke in tow, who also wanted to see the world burn, and Sakura behind them, oftentimes cleaning up their mess.

Sasuke got some sort of free pass as his grades were astounding and people attributed his attitude to the horrific accident he witnessed when he was younger. But then Naruto got the brunt of it, being almost always held responsible alone for everything they did. 

Which was substantial. 

Iruka tried to fix things but Naruto was so angry at the world that nothing could stop him. Until due to his grades their teacher asked Hinata whether she could help Naruto with his studies. A pleading look and a tired sigh and Hinata was paired with him immediately after. 

Hinata was already in love with him at the time and he was blunt and a little too eager to choose his fists over anything else, but deep down he was kinder than most and it only took him a few days to warm up to the shy and quiet girl who repeated things time and time again without a hint of annoyance. 

He shared with her once that it drove him mad seeing people give up on him just because he couldn’t understand things at once. Hinata had been patient before, but after that she was also encouraging whenever he tackled something new and Naruto came to enjoy being with her. 

And just by being near a calming presence, and just by having someone who looked at him as if everything he said held importance, he felt his own fire subside. His grades rose and his innate ability to get along with people exploded.

When he single-handedly brought together every class in their highschool to organize a long lost school festival the people’s attention was on him immediately. His popularity sky-rocketed, and he grew anxious. 

He confided in his friends -Hinata now among them-. And seeing all the attention he was getting from the girls at school made Hinata so restless about their relationship, she called for him to wait until everyone left school and confessed to him with a hand-written letter in front of their classroom. 

His face had been even redder than hers.

Naruto reaches her seat and kneels in front of her, “What are you thinking about?”

“About our time in highschool.”

Naruto makes a disgruntled noise and looks away, trying to hide his shame, “Please don’t.”

“And how popular you were back then.”

Naruto whines. His arms to either side of Hinata’s chair, and he hides his face on his bicep. “Baby-”

“Remember how many love letters you received after your closing speech at the festival?”

Naruto nuzzles into Hinata’s lap, whimpering as he moves his head, “Why are you remembering that?”

There are still a couple of women who look at Naruto with interest, but now he has his arms around her torso and he’s asking for a peck on the lips with puppy eyes. 

“Just ‘cause,” Hinata answers, and then she brings her mouth to his. 

•···•···•

Naruto puts his duffel bag on the overhead rack and sits heavy in his place. Hinata is accomodating herself and her own bag right beside him as the train starts to fill up by the second. 

    He’s sure Hinata already has an idea of where they’re going, but she doesn’t say anything and he’s grateful for that. He wants this to be a surprise, he wants this to be perfect. 

His phone buzzes and he smiles the second he checks its content. "Baby, look."

Naruto pushes his cellphone to her and Hinata comes face to face with an excel spreadsheet full of grades. She searches for Naruto's name and then checks the latest addition. She does a little dance as a result. 

"Congratulations, baby!" 

Naruto looks at her with shining eyes and her smile makes him smile too. "Are you proud?"

Her arms circle his neck before he can finish his sentence. He has to crouch and bring his body down to accomodate to her height. "I'm always proud of you, silly."

And Naruto can't help the warmth that fills him. Because out of anyone ever, he knows Hinata’s words are true. 

    Even back when he was just a nuisance to those around him, even when his face was filled with cuts and bruises she would tend to. Even then, she had been proud. He was a failure by any and all measures, and yet she told him that trying hard enough and never giving up were strengths on their own. 

"I know," he whispers, and he revels in the way his arms fit around her body, in the way Hinata keeps on giggling as she kisses his neck before reaching his face. And then his chin, and then his cheek, and then his-

A man clears his throat loud enough for Naruto to startle and it takes him one look to know the man doesn't approve of such displays of affection. 

Hinata grows red on the face and Naruto accommodates himself, growing conscious of every part of his body. Until he realizes that the man is turned all the way to look at them and then Naruto looks back at him, confused at his need to be such a prick. 

Naruto motions with his hand for the man to look straight ahead and both frown at each other. The stare contest lasts just a few seconds, as Hinata is quick to grab his attention again. 

“Come on, don’t let him get under your skin.”

“Asshole,” he whispers and Hinata snorts before squeezing his hand again.

“Come on, let it be, we just have to wait a little before we can be alone.

“Oh? How so?”

 Hinata looks at him with an expression that Naruto mimics immediately. But she doesn’t want to say the place she thinks they are going to, so she tilts her head to the side, then to the other. Naruto follows her movements and also adds the flutter of his eyelashes in an annoying manner. 

“You’re insufferable, tell me about your classes.”

“Horrible, all of them, all I could think about was going to get you. I’m gonna have to ask Shikamaru for his notes.”

The train moves, Naruto forgets about the rude man in front of them and Hinata gets to stare at his face as he whines about teachers going on and on about a topic that can be explained in half an hour.

•···•···•

Naruto shakes Hinata up five minutes before they are scheduled to arrive at their destination. 

He is hoping for her to be surprised. She had looked at him with her eyes furrowed the moment they had passed the station she believed was their actual destination almost an hour ago, so he might still have a chance.

Naruto had to fight the urge to come clean under her gaze, to tease back, to give in and tell her everything. But he stared right ahead, kept his eyes fixed to the man diagonal to him. He was reading the newspaper and Naruto zeroed in on letters he didn’t care about.

Hinata had accommodated herself against his shoulder and slept the way they had left.

Naruto tried to follow suit, but his brain was filled with thoughts that swirled around. He could barely close his eyes before a thought made him nervous and he had to check information on his cellphone. 

He gave up midway through, and spent the rest of the journey asking Shikamaru for his notes and revising for an upcoming test after the holidays. He had given a date wrong on the last oral exam that still haunted him. He had memorized it immediately after, out of spite, but his frustration was stronger.

Hinata wakes up with the cutest of blinks and looks from him to the window. She can’t see much, night is falling and the scenery outside is the same as it has been for the last half an hour. 

“Are we there yet?”

“In a couple of minutes.”

Hinata nuzzles into his shoulder and breathes out heavily. She won’t fall asleep again, she hates waking up and being hurried into things. 

The moment they stand in the train station and Hinata realizes where they are she looks at Naruto with her mouth open and a mix of questions and worry in her eyes Naruto shuts with open arms and a loud voice. 

“Surprise!” 

People around them turn their heads at his antics, but aside from shaking their heads or smiling at the couple they keep on their own way. 

Hinata can’t form words, and Naruto takes advantage of it and grabs her hand before her mind can go down the wrong path. 

“Come on, just enjoy this.” He nuzzles into her neck and her good humor comes back with a chuckle. 

“Naruto,” she says, with a tone in her voice Naruto knows very well. Is everything all right? Are you sure of this? 

And of course, of course it is. He kisses her lips and cups her cheek. “We are gonna have a great time.” A promise. 

Hinata melts into his touch and nibbles the palm of his hand, “Let’s check us in, then.”

The entrance to the resort is opulent and the room they arrive at is several square meters bigger than it even needs to be. 

“Naruto,” Hinata starts again, this time both scared and in awe of the place.

Naruto is beaming with joy as he realizes the place is even better than what he had hoped for. Now this is a place for an anniversary. 

Now this is memorable.

The windows cover the wall completely and Naruto drags the curtains out of the way to lay eyes on the asset he is most eager to try. A private jacuzzi just outside their room, with a nice view of the snowy mountains outside.

Hinata doesn’t miss the change in his demeanor. And it makes her immediately melt her worries away. She drops her bag on the king-sized bed in the middle of the room and runs to hug Naruto from behind. 

Naruto is chuckling, he searches for her hand and then brings it to his lips. “You like it?”

“It’s beautiful.” And whatever gripes she has about this whole outing she bites down, because Naruto’s face shines when he turns to her. 

“I swear I didn’t just blow up my savings.” Hinata is quick to smile and nod to reassure him, but he knows she worries. She always worries about his financial situation, and who could blame her? She was the one who accompanied him through whatever bureaucratic bullshit he had to face to ask for grants and scholarships, even loans when the need arose. Her father owns the city - though Hinata denies it- and although the man himself offered to sponsor Naruto years into their relationship, Naruto politely rejected his offer.

He won’t ask if it is not absolutely necessary. 

And Hinata honors his will. She adjusts to his spendings. Which is why they have never been to such a fancy looking place.

Ever. 

Naruto can’t say he doesn’t feel some type of remorse about the whole situation. But they know they are a unit, and Hinata has never made him feel less or lacking. 

And still Naruto can’t fight hard enough the need to explain. “I got the place at like half the price, and I think they upgraded for free, because- well, I paid for a good place but this is a whole other level.” Hinata snickers and Naruto feels his own nerves calming down. “You know I wouldn’t be irresponsible like that.”

“I know.”

His hands are on her face, cupping her cheeks. He leans over and lands a peck on her mouth, “Let’s have a good time, all right?” His voice is so sultry he surprises himself and prepares to have Hinata poke fun at him, but her hands reach his chest and they travel up and down his torso with an intention that travels all the way from his brain to his dick. 

“Let’s,” is all she answers, before biting her lower lip in anticipation. In the way that always makes Naruto want to gobble her up. 

They kiss. All tongue and without decorum. They are reaching the bed when Naruto thinks about the hours they’ve spent traveling and how, maybe, Hinata may feel uncomfortable. “Do you want to take a shower first?”

The back of her knees hit the edge of the bed and she falls on her butt. Her face now level with his stomach. Hinata grabs his legs, brings him closer to her, “No.” Her face gets lost in between his coat and sweater in an attempt to lay kisses down his body. She then reappears, looks up to him, “Do you want to take a shower first?” 

“Fuck no.”

Her hands find his waistband, and she giggles as she unzips and unbuttons Naruto’s jeans. Naruto’s jacket flies off into the distance. He is reaching for his sweater when Hinata pulls his pants down. 

He feels her breath before anything else. “You’re still not ready, baby?”

Naruto can feel himself growing harder by the second. He can feel his hair standing up in whichever direction when the sweater comes off too. “Just give me one second, love.” 

His hand finds her and Hinata nuzzles into it. “I can help,” she says, a soft smile in place, all cheeky. She dives right back into his stomach and Naruto lifts up his shirt with one hand, the other caressing her hair. 

Her lips leave kisses everywhere she can, a trail of saliva down his stomach. Her hands are cold and Naruto shivers as she cups his testicles. He lets out a moan when her tongue meets his shaft. 

Hinata pumps him up, slow movements she accompanies with her mouth. The sounds she gets out from the blowjob send a tingle down Naruto’s leg, his fingers curling up at the pleasure. “Babe.”

She hums back in answer, her mouth opens and then Naruto’s penis stands tall between her and her boyfriend. “Did I do a good job?”

Naruto chuckles. He lets his shirt fall down again and then gently pushes Hinata down into the bed, his legs kick off his jeans and underwear onto the floor. He pushes his erection against Hinata’s stomach, his mouth already covering her own. “You tell me,” he moans. 

Hinata smiles back at him. They undress her, her jacket and sweater first. Followed by Naruto licking whatever skin he can get to. Her shirt flies off and Naruto buries his face on her breasts. Her jeans next, they get tangled at her left foot, and both the garment and her underwear get left there. 

Naruto growls as his fingers find her entrance. Wet and dripping already. “Oh, love.” 

“Condom,” Hinata babbles. Her hand at his arm, in an attempt to keep him from overstimulating her. 

“Fuck.” Naruto rushes to his discarded jeans, fumbles for a second searching for his wallet and takes a condom from there. He tears open the package and steals a glance to his girlfriend as he puts on the preservative. 

Hinata is touching herself. Her mouth slightly open, her legs propped up and ready, waiting for him. Her eyes are on him and Naruto practically jumps back into the bed. Sloppy kisses against sloppy kisses. His hands on her body, squeezing at every inch he can get to. 

She positions herself under him, her hand slithers between them, grabbing him and guiding Naruto inside. Naruto pushes, his mouth open in a silent moan Hinata gobbles. They find their rhythm. And it helps them ride into their climax. Naruto’s shirt gets bothersome sometime after and he bites into the garment to keep it away. Hinata’s hips shoot up, seeking more pressure, and Naruto stands on his knees, his hands at her waist.

He can feel his testicles pressing against her bottom. He can feel himself sinking deep into Hinata, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. 

Hinata digs into his arm, into his thigh, her nails bite into Naruto’s skin, but the pain only makes the pleasure shine brighter. Naruto can feel himself tightening up, angles himself to apply pressure into Hinata’s clitoris. He earns himself the sight of Hinata’s head pressing back, her whole face contorted, seeking the same relief as him. 

He hugs Hinata’s legs with one arm, and his other hand finds her sex. Their fluids coat her thighs so he swipes it off with his thumb and then starts circling her. Hinata screams and brings her own hand to her mouth, she whimpers as she tries to keep herself from crying out. 

Naruto doesn’t stop any of his ministrations. Hinata tries to get away, her hand pushing at his knee, the other at her mouth. Her teeth leaving marks on her skin already. 

“Ahhhhh.” Her muscles tighten around Naruto and she grabs hold of whatever she can grab onto. Her whole torso turns to the side, her face pushing against the mattress, yet Naruto keeps her in place. She screams his name against the bed, a sight he loves to see.

He’s close. He hugs her legs to him with both his arms, his hips thrust and thrust and he can feel himself closing in on his own climax. Hinata is grabbing at his arms, her cries rising in volume as he drills into her. 

His lungs are going to explode and he doesn’t fucking care. Just this is important. Just his dick going in and out of Hinata. Just finding release.

Sweet sweet fucking release.

His hips push hard, then harder. Once and twice and he spills himself into her. His chest raises and he is out of breath and Hinata lays in front of him, her eyes lethargic, her legs trembling and her pelvic muscles squeezing into his penis.

He feels himself spilling. One and two little spurts after his big release. He sits on his ankles and Hinata reaches her hand to him.

Naruto grabs hold of her hand. He wipes the sweat off his forehead with his shirt and then he takes off the condom. He walks on his knees to his girlfriend, her bra all the way up to her collarbone. He lays his condom on her stomach, with some of the semen inside dribbling down onto her skin as she breathes in and out. 

Naruto leans into her, one hand on her breast. He squeezes as he lays his mouth on her neck, making a trail up her mouth and face. “You all right?”

“In heaven,” she whispers.

And Naruto snickers as he brushes her hair off her face. 

Then he remembers. “Shit. What time is it?”

“I have no idea.”

Hinata lays unmoving, basking in her afterglow. Naruto makes an attempt to leave her side and check on his phone but Hinata doesn’t let go and whimpers for him to come back.

“Babe.”

“Don’t go.” Her pouty lips are adorable enough for Naruto to stop whatever he’s doing immediately. 

“I just want to check the time, baby.” Her lips look plump and full and are now red enough for Naruto to imagine his cock on her dainty mouth. 

“Why?”

“There’s a show at 11 today, you’re gonna love it.”

“I can think of something else we both are gonna love.”

Naruto looks at her, an accusatory look in place, “I could keep you in bed for the whole weekend, you know that.”

Hinata squirms, her other hand reaching his used condom, her fingers playing with his seed. “I wouldn’t say no to that.”

Naruto has to will himself out of his fantasies. “No,” he says, out loud and with conviction. “We’re watching that show -we so are-, go get washed.”

Hinata blinks prettily at him. She raises and then gets real close to him, her breasts pushing against him. “We could have some fun in the shower.”

“Hinata.”

Her smile is mischievous and she leaves the bed first, bare and with their fluids still coating her inner thighs. Hinata realizes she still has her underwear and jeans caught at her ankle. 

She doesn't hesitate. Down in one swift motion, her buttocks exposed to Naruto in plain view. She leaves her clothes on the floor and then walks to the bathroom while taking off her bra. 

She can hear Naruto muttering to himself at her back. 

He reaches her just before she can open the door. His hand across her torso, the other at the handle in front of them. His breath is heated and still labored. 

"I'm gonna rail you against the wall."

Hinata giggles to herself. Can already feel her stomach heating up at his words. 

When Naruto promises something…

•···•···•

Her chest is pressed against the bathroom wall. The water pools between her breasts and her hair sticks to her skin. Naruto nuzzles behind her neck, one hand across her stomach -holding her in place- and the other digging at her bottom, angling her to help him inside. 

She doesn't feel the floor. Her fingers are tiptoeing, but she's not the one keeping herself up. 

"Ah, fuck." 

Naruto bites into her shoulder and the pain makes Hinata curl her toes. He's close. His hips hit against her with a vengeance and he moves his hands to encircle her waist. She’s floating. 

One hand on his arms, the other to the wall -in a useless attempt at stabilizing herself. Naruto's breath warms her shoulder and the moment his hand travels up her stomach to squeeze at her breast Hinata can feel herself wanting release. 

She lets out a lengthy moan that echoes inside the room, barely drowned by the water falling around them. She feels Naruto coming inside, the condom expanding. He muffles his own voice against her skin, but his hands keep at work, one at her center, circling her clit, the other keeping her anchored to him. 

"Ah, Naruto. Naruto."

Her release soon follows. A scream that shakes her body, her legs tremble as they close, trapping Naruto's hand inside. The little strength she has leaves her body and it's only his arm around her body that keeps her standing. 

"You all right?"

Hinata hums a yes. Still feeling the pleasure coursing through her body. "I don't feel my legs."

A dry laugh fills the bathroom. "Good." Naruto crouches one second and the next he has Hinata in his arms. "Now you won't egg me on."

Hinata feels her body growing tired by the second. The bed seems like a great place to be right now. "Maybe so." Whatever to let him know that she's still up for it. 

They keep up the good humor inside the bathroom and Naruto manages to help wash her and himself and get them out of the bathroom in record time. 

Hinata dries herself up while Naruto hurries around her, picking the clothes they discarded around the room and leaving them in a somewhat neat pile on one of the fancy chairs. He then rummages through his duffel bag to put on clothes. 

His hair is still dripping wet. He looks handsome. 

He stands tall then, his cellphone in his hand, his blue eyes stuck to Hinata.

“Yes?” she asks. His eyes still drilling holes through her skull. 

“Would it bother you if I left now and came later to get us to the show?”

Hinata barely takes time to think about his question. “No?” She takes the towel she’s using to dry her hair and puts it on her lap, “You’ll come get me, right?”

“Of course.”

“You do know we don’t have to go to the show, right?”

Naruto squints his eyes. “Sure,” he then insists, “but I want us to go.”

“Then we will, love.” Hinata is quick to add. “Go and do what you have to do, I’ll be here drying myself and getting ready.” Hinata sends a kiss his way and Naruto makes a show of catching it and saving it inside his jacket.

“Don’t move from here, all right? I’ll come and get ya.”

“I won’t move a centimeter.”

Naruto runs to her, steals a peck, grabs her hip with more strength than necessary and leaves. “Just don’t leave the room! I’ll be back!”

Hinata sits there. Still naked and with her hair still sticking to her skin. She laughs to herself and as she keeps on drying her body remembers that she left her cellphone on mute to sleep while on the train. 

Her screen lights up and a bazillion messages show up. 

Are you dead or sumthng? CALL BACK, MAAM

I say she’s having the time of her life, let the woman breathe

HINATA JUST LET US KNOW YOU ARRIVED WHEREVER YOU WERE SUPPOSDED TO ARRIVE SAFE OKKK

Due to the urgency in their messages, Hinata calls Hanabi first. Her sister picks up after two rings.

“Sister.”

“Hanabi, we arrived already at the resort.”

“Good. Everything all right?”

Hinata blushes as she remembers how all right everything was. “Yes. Naruto brought me to the Suna Resort.”

“Whaaaaat.” Even aloof Hanabi can’t hide her surprise. “Did he sell a kidney or something?”

“He told me he didn’t.”

“Knowing his luck he charmed some high-ranking dude and they handed him a spare ticket or something. Don’t worry I’ll get it out of him when I see him.”

“Hanabi.”

“Am I allowed to tell Father?”

“Yes, of course. Tell him everything’s fine and we’re having a grand time.”

“I bet.” Her tone is playful and Hinata has to keep herself from falling into her sister’s trap.

“So yeah, I’ll call you when we are on our way back.”

“Aye, aye. Maybe then I’ll finally be able to call Naruto brother-in-law.”

“Shut up.”

Hanabi’s laugh cackles through the phone. “Whatever, as if this is not the perfect opportunity for him to get on one knee and pledge his undying love.”

“Shut up, I said.”

“See ya, then. Have a good one.”

“Thanks, take care.”

“As always,” Hanabi finishes and her voice still carries mirth that annoys Hinata.

The chat screen opens up and Hinata is in her undies as she types an answer.

Got here all right, everything’s fine. Were having a great time already.

**We’re

Her pants are halfway up her bottom when the video call gets through. Sakura’s pink hair covers the whole screen.

“Hinata!” she screams. 

Hinata is trying to put on her shirt as quick as she can, because she knows Ino-

“What!? Why are we looking at the damn ceiling? Babe, we want to see your face!” Ino whines and Ten-Ten’s voice carries through immediately after.

“Are you alone? Or is Naruto with you?”

“I’m alone, I’m putting on my shirt, give me a second.”

They all howl at the same time and Hinata can’t help the blush that covers her face.

“Gotta say,” Hinata can see Ino being all smug and proud, “my boy gets the work done. You raised him well, Sakura.”

Sakura cackles. “He’s in love, Ino, I bet he wants to do our Hinata all the time, wherever he can.”

“Have some tact.” Hinata raises the phone to catch her face on the camera and her friends all raise their hands in celebration.

“Babe, it’s so nice to see you!” Ino claps at her words and Hinata can only shake her head at her enthusiasm.

“We saw each other today.”

“Don’t mind her, she’s drunk,” Ten-Ten quips, earning herself an elbow from Ino.

“So are you, bitch!”

They scuffle in the back and Sakura quickly brings the camera closer to her, “Don’t mind them, we’ve been drinking and you know how they get.” Their laughs get louder and Sakura shakes her head. “Everything all right, then?”

“Yes, everything.”

“Where’s he, though?”

“Oh, well, he left to check on the show we’re going to see now. He’s coming to get me after.”

Sakura raises an eyebrow, her mouth a line. “Interesting.”

“Oh, come on. Not you, too.”

Sakura can only keep her face as plain as possible. “I’m just saying.”

“Shut up.”

The phone gets taken and Ino’s nose appears. “Babe, if he doesn’t ask for your hand in marriage then I will.”

Hinata rolls her eyes. “We’ve had getaways like this before, all right. It’s not meant to be different this time.”

“Really?” Ino tilts her head, confusion evident. “Hinata, sweetie, you can’t believe Naruto-”

Ten-Ten takes the phone this time, Ino trying and failing to get it back. “Out of all of us, I would say I’m the most ‘feet on the ground’ person in the group,” Ino is heard squabbling with Sakura in the foreground and they both stop a second to add an ‘agree!’ to support Ten-Ten’s statement. “And even I would say this time Naruto means business.”

“Whatever.”

“Oh, come on!” Ino cries. 

“I don’t mind either way, all right! If he does then fine and if he doesn’t we’re gonna have a grand all time anyway.”

“Oooooooooh,” they tease. 

“Well, if he does, are you gonna say yes?” Ino asks and Hinata gets embarrassed all of a sudden.

“Of course I’m gonna say yes,” she mumbles.

Their squealing fills the room and Hinata has to hide her face behind her hand.

“Shut up, we’re still students I don’t think-”

Naruto opens the door and his blonde hair appears a second later. “Babe, are you ready? We’re just in time to catch the show.”

Hinata squeaks, her phone falls from her hand and bounces off the carpet. 

“Naruto!” her phone screams and Naruto looks confused for just one second.

“Hey, girls!” He walks closer as Hinata frantically tries to grab her phone and finish the call. “Do you need more time?” he asks Hinata, who can only shake her head no.

“Naruto, my boy, go get-” Ino screams and Hinata can hear Ten-Ten and Sakura keeping the blonde under submission. 

Naruto is none the wiser and only laughs, “Ino! Hey!”

Hinata manages to grab her phone and like never before has the hardest time turning it towards her. “Was good talking with you all, bye!” She presses the button to end the call and can hear Ino’s struggle to keep on talking behind Sakura and Ten-Ten’s measured goodbyes.

Naruto kneels beside her, a hand to her back. “Babe, you all right?”

“Yes,” Hinata squeals. 

Naruto can only laugh. “Are you ready? The show is on in 10.”

“Yes, yes,” Hinata stands, her heart beating out of her chest.

“Were they teasing you?” Naruto remembers how the girls would leave Hinata a blushing mess whenever he was to go closer to his girlfriend. He never got the chance to hear what they were talking about, but he knew he was the main topic of conversation and well- they had a lot to bring up if they wanted a blushing Hinata.

Hinata bites her lip and nods, but makes no attempt to keep on talking about it. “Let’s go see the show.”

Naruto can only smirk. He puts his hand on Hinata’s lower back and guides her out of the room. “Let’s.”

•···•···•

The show is colorful. Dance and magic and some public participation events. Naruto doesn’t seem to be able to lay low. He is asked to participate and Hinata can only sigh and appreciate Naruto’s witty remarks that earn him a room full of laughter and the warm pats on the shoulder from the performers. 

Naruto can’t help but shine in a room of people. He just attracts attention. 

He jogs to his seat and people look at her with interest the moment he kisses her cheek and starts whispering in her ear. He just doesn’t realize people are still looking.

And even if they were, she's sure he would do it anyway.

The show is engaging and fun but the moment she catches Naruto stealing glances at her she leans towards him, one hand on his thigh. “This is so much fun.”

He turns to her completely, “Are you having fun?” His eyes twinkle and he’s trying so hard to keep his face under control Hinata can’t help but get closer and kiss him on the lips. 

“I am, thank you.”

Naruto still tries to keep himself from smiling too hard, but he scoots closer to his girlfriend and reaches for her hand. The rest of the show her hand is intertwined with his, right over his thigh.

His other legs bounces up and down, nervous. The lights of the show hit his face and he’s beyond relieved to see Hinata from the corner of his eye laughing and smiling as the performances come and go. 

He can do this.

He for sure can do this.

“Love?” 

Naruto blinks and realizes the people around them are standing and grabbing their sweaters and coats. Whatever they brought to fight the cold on the way to see the performance. Hinata’s face is close to him and she smiles as he looks at her.

“Caught you out of it, didn’t I?”

Naruto laughs and shakes his head, “I was just mesmerized by your beauty, love.”

Hinata laughs in return and she’s the one that stands and tugs at his hand. She doesn’t press further, her sister and friends have messed a little with her and she does not want to expect things that may not come to happen. 

“Let’s go back, then.”

Naruto is fast to comply. He grabs her on the way out inside his coat and Hinata giggles as she feels his hands traveling around her body. 

The people are slowly getting out of the room and Hinata doesn’t realize the attention they’re getting until Naruto rounds his arms over her body -covering her under his coat-, and he stands to his full height, his attention elsewhere. 

A couple of young men are quick to duck their heads and look ahead. 

“Naruto?”

His mouth falls to her ear, “They were ogling at you.”

“No, they were not!” Hinata snickers. And though Naruto keeps his arms where he put them before, his smile comes back to his face.

“I can’t wait till we go back to our room,” he purrs, and Hinata can feel her cheeks grow hotter. 

“Stop it.”

His hands rest on her belly as they make their way outside and the moment they leave the mob of people he brings his hands up and squeezes at her breasts. Hinata catches the moan that tries to escape her and she turns to Naruto, trying to hit him with her elbow. 

He snickers and Hinata can hear the noise getting farther away. Until he closes in on her. “Shall I carry you so we get there faster?”

“Naruto,” Hinata starts, but his groin is now pressing behind her and his hands are pressing on her body with more intent. With hunger. And her own body responds. 

She can’t help the moan that escapes her. 

And she wiggles out of Naruto’s grasp with a hand to her mouth, her eyes looking around to see if someone else-

“We’re alone, baby.” He whispers, his hand still at her back.

“You-” she starts, and Naruto’s face changes slightly, worried, “you asshole,” Hinata slaps his arm and starts chortling. “Gods, I was getting so embarrassed for a second!”

Naruto snorts, “Baby, you know I wouldn’t,” he tugs at her waist and Hinata falls back to him, “you know I wouldn’t do that with- you know, people around us,” he gives her a knowing look, “unless… you wanted that.”

Hinata falls back with laughter and steals a kiss before running down the hallway. She calls for the elevator and the numbers barely blink before Naruto catches her, her whole body up in the air.

Her laughter is high-pitched and Naruto grabs her ass as he settles her back into the ground. His eyes are filled with lust and Hinata rounds her arms around his neck before kissing him. He moans this time. And he doesn’t seem to get close enough to her, the way his hands press her into him.

People turn right into their hallway and Hinata pushes back immediately after. Naruto lets her get some distance, but he grabs her hand and he pushes her to him. 

He’s blushing and his voice is low as they greet the people coming for the elevator. Hinata is the one who twirls inside his arms, and Naruto hides his reddening face on her hair. 

The other group takes the elevator downwards and It takes everything for Hinata to keep a straight face until their door closes. Their elevator is coming slowly and Hinata loses it the moment she takes a peek towards her boyfriend.

He has his mouth pressed into a line, his body rigid and his gaze stuck to the floor. 

“Do you think-?” Hinata starts.

“Oh, god, I hope they didn’t hear me moan, jeez.” He covers his face with his hand and Hinata can’t help the laugh that comes out of her mouth. Naruto grabs her and he hides his whole face on her neck. “Babe,” he whines, and it only makes Hinata laugh harder. 

Their elevator arrives and there’s no one inside. And only Naruto’s heavy sigh and Hinata’s snickers echo as they make their way to their room. It’s already late and Naruto can feel the tiredness from their travel catching up to him. He lets himself fall into their bed, face first. He hears rustling around the room, before Hinata’s hand comes to rest up at his back.

“Are you tired, baby?” 

Naruto only manages a groan. He can feel her smile. 

“Should I help undress you?” His face turns before she can finish her sentence and Hinata snorts. “I said it with no ulterior motives, I swear.”

“Sure, but now that you said it…” 

Hinata has to fight the laughs that threaten to spill from her mouth as she begins taking Naruto’s clothes, his whole demeanor lusty to the point of being humorous. 

She unbuckles his belt and Naruto wiggles his hips. “And here I thought you would offer me a drink at least before taking my pants, ma’am.”

“Sir, you are drunk.”

“I am very sober, thank you very much,” he says, mock hurt lacing his voice. “Maybe I could demonstrate?” 

“Yeah? And how would you do that, sir?” 

He only has his shirt and underwear left on his body and then Hinata lets out a yelp as he sits and tackles her to the bed. His legs straddling her. “I can think of a few things,” his mouth is on her ear and Hinata slaps at his back.

“Sir, I have all of my clothes on!” 

“That can be easily fixed.” He kisses her. 

Her laugh slowly transforms into slow breaths. And when Naruto sneaks his hand under layers of clothes and reaches her breast Hinata is already feeling hot and bothered herself.

“Wait,” she breathes and Naruto stops and stares at her, as she sits on the bed and takes off her own coat. The garment flies away and then she turns to Naruto, presses her hand on his chest and pushes.

He falls and bounces, his brain immediately catching up where this is going. A smile forming on his face. “Should I take off my underwear?”

Hinata is taking off her jeans, “No,” they also get thrown to the distance, only one sock  covering her lower half now. “I’ll do it,” she says, her hand reaching for Naruto’s pants, looking for his wallet.

“My coat. My wallet’s on my coat.”

Naruto rests on his hands behind his head, admiring the visual of his half-naked girlfriend looking for a condom for them. She turns to him with a black square on her hand, and then her whole body covers his. 

“Should I keep my hands behind my head?”

Hinata considers his offer, a kiss to his mouth, and then nods as she travels down. Her hand cups his balls and her mouth feels his shaft. Naruto’s hips raise and he can already feel the tension filling his body. Her mouth covers his groin and Naruto feels her tongue through the fabric, wet and eager, Hinata swirls her tongue around his head and Naruto’s body jerks upward. He groans and closes his arms around his ears, his hands still at the back of his head. 

Her fingers move up and down his length, the fabric sticking to his skin. She whirls her index finger around his head and lets her breath wash over him. The change in temperature and her touch make him whimper. “Love.”

He can feel her smile. She takes a while longer teasing him before caressing the line between his skin and his underwear. Naruto is almost turned to his side completely by the time Hinata raises his waistband and lets his erection free. He can feel his precum leaking, falling down his shaft. He presses his elbow to have a better view.

Hinata gives his head a kiss before blowing air over his groin. “Hands,” she reminds him.  

“Oh, fuck.” Naruto whines and he falls back again, his hands now interlocked behind his head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, can I move my legs at least?”

“Yes, sir.”

Naruto opens his legs but his underwear stops him. Before his frustration rises too much, Hinata lets her hands trail down his thighs before dragging his boxers down. 

Naruto sees his underwear fly into the distance and then he settles again. This time his legs wide open, letting Hinata-

Her mouth gobbles him up and Naruto rises his hips to meet her, his breath catching on his throat. Hinata meets him, one hand on his thigh as an anchor, the other at his testicles. 

“Holy fucking shit,” Naruto hisses. His heels dig into the bed trying to push him forward, his whole body tense, and the noises he hears coming from Hinata’s mouth are enough to drive him to the edge. 

Hinata starts pumping his shaft along with the bobbing of her mouth and Naruto just lets his dick follow the rhythm. He comes into his girlfriend’s mouth with a breathless moan. 

Hinata lingers at his dick. She swallows and licks him all over, he falls limp against his thighs and he can only snort as he feels Hinata’s mouth leaving kisses over his groin. She bites at the space between his thighs and a shiver runs down his body.

“Oh, fuck me,” he swears, and Hinata rises from her position. His cum dripping from her chin -surprise on her face- but then the sweetest smile appears.

“Oh, that I can do.”

She climbs on top of him and Naruto chuckles as he finally brings his hands forward, one grabbing at her hip and the other cupping at her face. “Just give me a minute, baby.”

Hinata settles on his stomach and Naruto can’t help the way his muscles tighten at the feeling of her on top of him. Wet and slippery. Her face falls to his and he can taste himself on her. “I can wait,” she whispers, her tongue licking at his upper lip, “I’ll wait all you need.”

He is in heaven and Hinata’s hand roams through his torso with an intention that blurs the thoughts going on inside his head. She looks like a goddess, her black hair looking almost blue under the light, her ample breasts swinging with her every move, her mouth slightly open, a shuddery breath leaving her. 

He wants to be inside her so bad it hurts. 

His hands roam her body. Her hips, her waist, her chest. His hands dig and he feels his fingers sink, eliciting moans he is mesmerized by. His hips shoot up, his whole body intent on entering hers, even though his own dick lays limp near his thigh.

It’s Hinata who sets the rhythm, who grabs his hands and brings them to her back, who doubles over and kisses him with such passion he lets himself get lost on her tongue. 

He barely registers the time passing but he can feel his blood rushing down, his dick rises and rises and then stands proud between his legs. Hinata lets her bottom fall to it, her hips riding his pelvis. She coats his cock with her heat and leaves unceremonious kisses down Naruto’s chest as she straddles his thighs. She fumbles around looking for the condom and Naruto hands it to her with a smirk on his face. 

“Here, love.” 

His hands play with her thighs as she puts the condom on him, his hips rolling under her. She laughs. 

She loves him. 

The feeling of him inside her in this position is marvelous. He feels thick and she feels him deep and most of all, the way he looks at her… like she’s the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. 

In between the taste of him in her mouth, the way his sweat pearls at his neck and the grunts that escape him as he jumps his hips to meet hers, she comes undone fairly quick. She feels herself squeezing Naruto, and his own face scrunches in exquisite agony. She rides her high with his kisses on her hair, his hand on her back -his fingers barely touching her sensitive skin. 

She still feels him hard inside of her and the sound of his heft leaving her body is bubbly and wet. Her own body clenching in search of Naruto is enough to make her blush, but she doesn’t let it take over. Naruto has long told her he finds it extremely hot and flattering. And as he carefully lets her rest on her side, his fingers tracing her body, he sits at her legs, moving them in order to look. Stare, really. 

He kisses her calf, lets it rest over his shoulder and he moves closer. His erection still wrapped in a condom. His hands hover over her body and when his breath hitches again, when his penis looks harder than before, he takes off his condom -lets it fly wherever- and then grabs himself and pumps. Slowly at first, his fist squeezing hard, as if choking himself, but then the air grows thin and his mouth bites against Hinata’s leg. Her own hands touching herself, opening herself for him to look and Naruto looks and stares and eats her up and then he grunts and moans and feels himself spilling. Over her sex, over her stomach, some of it even reaches her breasts. And her chest rises and falls almost in tandem with him, as if she’s come again. 

“Come,” she breathes, her hands beckoning him and Naruto almost but throws himself at her. His mouth nuzzling against her neck.

“Do you want to shower?”

“We can shower tomorrow.”

He drags his semen over her body, lets his hand rest over her stomach. “Want me to move over?”

But her arms just squeeze him harder and he chuckles. He falls asleep soon after, tired and blissfully spent. 

•···•···•

Naruto wakes up with a start. He didn’t check his alarm before sleeping and he’s somehow scared he has overslept, so he wakes and rises and jumps out of the bed. 

Hinata wriggles on the bed, and he grabs his cellphone with his heart on his throat.

Please let it be early. Please let it be early.

It's 9:48 and he sighs and rakes his hand over his hair. It’s fine. Everything’s fine.

Things are still going according to plan. Thank fucking god. If they don’t make it in time for today's lunch… fuck, if they had to run to get there it would have been so fucking embarrassing. Horrible. Terrible. 

“Baby?” Hinata’s voice is full of sleep and Naruto wants to kick himself for being such a dumbass. 

“Yes, love, I’m here.”

“Are you all right?”

“Yes, baby, I was just worried and wanted to check something on my phone.”

She chuckles. And Naruto can feel his body relaxing, good, he hasn’t fucked up everything. 

“Are we good, then?” Her hair is all tousled and the sheets fall from her chest, her breasts in plain view.

“Yes, I just got scared thinking I overslept. Sorry if I woke you.”

She smiles back, shaking her head. “No, it’s all right, means more time for us, right?”

Naruto pouts. He loves her. HE LOVES HER. He runs to the bed and jumps over. Hinata’s shrieks fill the room and he makes a show of kissing and blowing raspberries over her skin. 

They let the sun wash over them -seeing as they never closed the curtains back-, and Naruto stretches, letting his hands roam over Hinata’s body with intent.

“Sir.”

“Just stretching, just stretching.”

She looks so happy Naruto just stares. And it’s her hand that finds his. “So,” she starts. “Do we have some time?”

He raises an eyebrow.

“You know, yesterday you were pretty eager to try the jacuzzi outside, so-”

Naruto smirks back and his body starts to be pretty enthusiastic to go to the jacuzzi asap, too. Images of Hinata’s body over the jacuzzi, her bottom to him, his body drilling into her and-

His mouth is salivating so he has to gulp down first. “Well, yes, but- and believe me when I tell you that this is a tough decision to make,” she slaps his shoulder in laughter, “I would rather we start preparing for our lunch, if that’s okay? I would love to take a short stroll around, you know, take in the view?”

Hinata reaches for him and she kisses him with such care Naruto follows her as she sits back. “Let’s get ready then, okay?”

They clean up the mess they made the day before. Naruto in only his boxers and Hinata wearing his shirt. It’s big on her and it always makes Naruto want to pound on her. So when they have tidied their clothes and Naruto has thrown away his used condoms, he walks to Hinata with intent and humps her body. 

She gives him one of her sultry smiles and they end up having a quickie right against the window. Naruto doesn’t even take off his underwear, and he bites a little too hard on Hinata’s body, as she ends up with a bright red bite mark on her shoulder.

“Sorry about that.” He washes the soap off her skin.

“Don’t be,” she covers the bruise with her hand and he can see her blush from here. “I liked it.”

Naruto groans, because they can’t keep on getting derailed from getting out of their room, and Hinata finds his suffering hilarious, because she makes a show of shoving her ass to him. Her bottom soft and inviting and-

Naruto just concentrates and takes off the edge by grabbing harder and kissing and biting whenever he has the chance. Hinata rewards him with squeaks and yelps he eats right up. And her eyes- oh, her eyes are telling him she really has no problem staying inside this room the whole weekend.

And in any other outing, he might have given this train of thought some chance, but now he has a very important mission. The most important mission of his entire life. So his dick will have to wait.

He’s sure it will be thankful along the way.

He washes the shampoo off Hinata’s hair and takes the time to wash his hair as Hinata puts on her conditioner. Naruto blows dry her hair as Hinata puts on her make-up and when they are ready he can feel his hand trembling. 

“I’m ready,” Hinata sings. Her energy eager and soft and everything he has ever loved. 

He breathes out, pats his jacket to make sure the box is there -inconspicuously, while HInata checks her purse before leaving- and then beckons for her to grab his hand.

He wonders whether it’s a good idea the moment he feels his hand sweating way too much, but taking it back now would be more suspicious so he sucks it up. Hinata says nothing as they walk down the hallway, making small talk about the show from yesterday and the beautiful architecture of the Suna Resort. And they fall into a rhythm- their rhythm and it helps Naruto calm down.  

The Suna Resort is beautiful, and Naruto feels genuine curiosity at its design, so they go take a round through the ginormous gardens. They walk hand in hand and marvel at some flowers and trees they see. Going out of their way to watch them closely, and take actual photos with them. 

They have a weird obsession with plants, sue them. 

They are taking the piss by guessing which of their friends would kill a particular plant the fastest and between Sasuke and his snooty attitude and Kiba and his need to show himself capable they guess they would end up killing them at the same time but for completely different reasons. They laugh out loud as they come up with the excuses they would give and time just flies away. Like everytime they are together. 

They are walking back to the resort with time to spare, because though Naruto has tried to seem nonchalant Hinata can feel his anxiousness. She doesn’t say anything, though.

Bless her soul.

Naruto does try to make Hinata go on first -he wants to check with the clerk at the entrance if everything is ready-, but he had forgotten that Hinata does hate leaving him behind. All his fault, of course, he had once shared with her how that was one of his worst fears.

Being left alone, but you know, like being left behind for mundane shit, just, people not realizing you’re not there when you stop to tie your shoelaces and they keep on walking, or people just being entranced and not realizing you’re not part of the conversation anymore, that type of stupid stuff. Being left behind and seeing that you really didn’t matter that much anyways.

It’s dumb.

It’s not that he cares that much anymore either. He had shared that with her back when they were literal children, 12 and shit, and Naruto was really fucked up about being abandoned and being an orphan and not really feeling like he belonged anywhere.

It’s not like that anymore. It hasn’t been like that since he got actual friends, and even less with Hinata. 

Fuck, his relationship with her is one of the things he would swear by, put his neck on the line and stuff. So he doesn’t have it in him to keep on pushing and he just hopes that the talk he had yesterday with the dude is enough. He has bothered them enough, what with the calls and the emails and him checking again yesterday. He has to believe everything’s going according to plan. 

They sit and they eat beautifully arranged food that Hinata seems to be delighted by. When they wait for the next course she scoots over to him and takes a couple of photos of them, Naruto looks slightly nervous so he makes it a point to smile naturally. The food is tasty, so Naruto lets himself be absorbed in it, it’s not hard. Hell, he’s so glad for all this he’s going to grovel and kiss Gaara’s metaphorical ass when he goes back -Gaara will look at him dry and refuse anything, of course, so Naruto will whine and thank him harder-, the dude has been so pivotal to this whole ordeal…

They’re onto desserts now and Naruto has to put his hand over his knee to keep it from moving. Everything’s fine. Dandy. Good. 

Hinata loves him and she- 

She wouldn’t-

“That was a lovely meal.” Her hair flutters along as they walk to the gardens again -Naruto insisted- and she looks so pretty he somehow, stupidly enough, begins to think that maybe, just maybe, Hinata is not ready for this. 

He is sure of this. This is the most sure he has ever felt about anything in his life. But he’s him and Hinata has a life… that doesn’t really need him in it. If she were to turn around and give him the cold shoulder he would probably never recover from it. The mere thought of it- 

He knows the thought anchored itself as a pretty common nightmare back in the day. When she made herself at home in his tiny, horrible apartment, and then when she would shower him with love he didn’t believe he deserved. He has buried those fears and those feelings but sometimes they just spring forth, you know? Like maybe if he wasn’t in the picture she could have a boyfriend with actual money and she wouldn’t have to live like he does. Worrying over finances and fearing the future. 

She is an heiress and she’s filthy rich -though she doesn’t flaunt it-, and she’s hot as fuck, too. The mere idea that he, in some way, somehow, deserves her is funny.

Ridiculous, even. 

Fuck, maybe he should wait a little more. A couple more years, till he has some more concrete offers in life. A good life. The life she deserves.

She crashes into him and Naruto has to catch her in his arms to keep himself from staggering. Fuck.

“What’s wrong?”

Fuck.

She always knows, somehow. Appears when he needs her, says just the right thing at the right moment. Pushes him to better himself without actually making him feel less or lacking or inadequate or defective or poor or orphaned. She squeals when he hugs her back, all his body around, her back curving. FUCK.

“I love you so much.” And maybe that’s all he needs and all she wants. If she’s stayed with him all these years.

Years, jesus. She has been with him for literal years. And the only time they even had the tiniest semblance of a fight was when he wouldn’t let her father lend him money. And sure, they had said their pieces and tried for the other to understand. 

And then they did. 

And that was it. Naruto took most of the opportunities he could without relying only on being Hinata’s boyfriend to get them. And yes, he still somehow felt guilty, but he wanted this life with her so…

He wants this life with her. And- 

It had been once, Naruto was cleaning around his apartment -it wasn’t nice and having it being messy made it look atrocious, so he had to be at least fucking tidy- and Hinata had stirred in his bed. And it had looked so surreal, that moment.  

The woman he loved, who somehow loved him back here in his apartment. Here in his little, mediocre bed after having sex. And the cup noodles in his hand and his own fucking body made him feel so inferior. So unsuitable. He had kept on cleaning and his thoughts were awful, and it only made him feel worse. 

When Hinata finally woke up, naked and beautiful, Naruto just stared. Told her he was preparing something for them and kept on brooding. And she- 

She had put on one of his shirts and kept on tidying around, came up to him with a smile on her face and made a show of smelling the beat-up pot and making as if the smell was wondrous. It broke him.

“Are you sure you’re happy with me?”

In hindsight, it had been a dick move. They had become acquainted with their bodies only for a couple of months then and they were in his fucking apartment. She was naked and it was late at night, the thought makes him feel so fucking stupid now.

Her face had fallen and her body had gone rigid. She had pouted, frowned at him. “Yes,” she had breathed, and then everything fell silent and she went to sit at his bed. And he hadn’t had it in him to go to her and kneel, ask for forgiveness -beg for it. He still thought he was somehow doing her a favor. Dumbass.

Then he felt his eyes prickling and could he be any more of a fucking piece of shit? Sure, bring forth that dumb question and then get sad for it. He had sniffled and served the noodles in two bowls. And she had been dressed. All her pretty clothes on her pretty body and he had frozen. He had frozen. The nerve. 

“Maybe I should go back home,” she had whispered. Her eyes red and her face stricken with dried tears. 

“I’m sorry.” He can’t remember where he left the bowls of noodles, and if he ran to her or walked to her slowly. He only knows he was standing one second and then on his knees the next. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have- Sorry.”

She hadn’t cried. She had stared at him, her mouth a thin line, her face hard. “Don’t…” she had struggled for words, maybe she had wanted to slap him, that would have been good. “Don’t doubt my feelings for you.” He nodded, his hands hovering over her, as if he wasn’t allowed to touch her. “Ever.” Her voice had been final. So full of hardness his mind had gone blank. 

“Okay.”

“Promise me.”

It had been the roughest he had ever seen her, the angriest she had ever been. And his heart had been leaping with joy. And then he began crying. “I promise. I swear, I’m sorry, I just- you’re so good and you’re so-,” he waved his hand around, encompassing her. Hinata had looked pained. “I am nothing,” he spat, “I have nothing to offer but hardship and you don’t deserve that.”

And then she began to cry and Naruto just let his hands rest at her thighs, his thumbs caressing her in an attempt to fix what he had done. Why the fuck had he brought that up? “I’m really sorry, I don’t know why I brought that up,” only he did, so he backtracked immediately, because, shit, if he was gonna lay his feelings then at least take the fucking shot, right? “No, I do, I just- I’m terrified of you realizing down the line that, you know, I’m fucking baggage- or that you can do better, so much better than me.” His face to her legs, because fuck it if he was gonna watch as she finally realized this truth. As she finally started to look at him like… others did. 

She brought his eyes to hers, and the fire in her eyes, the strength in her hands just made him feel worse, he had broken this, all his fucking fault because he had been scared.

“Naruto,” her voice serious, low, echoey. “You really don’t know how great you are, huh?” She had chuckled, and the spell was broken. Her kisses all over his face, her bubbly laugh all he could hear. “I love you, too,” she shared, “and I also worry, Naruto, that you'll find me too much work, you know.”

“What?”

“Yes,” a laugh, “I also worry, haven’t you seen how people look at you? You’re hot.”

“What? No.”

“Yes, yes.”

He had laughed, dried his tears on his shoulder and hugged her. Hard, like he could make them forget this whole moment. Bury it. And then her voice had been so soft. So very soft.

“Please don’t ever doubt my feelings, please.”

“I won’t, sorry, I never will.”

“But you know, also let’s have talks like this every now and then, all right?”

“Promise.”

So maybe Naruto ought to remember those things he said and keep them at the forefront of his mind. He had promised not to doubt her, so why was he doing that now?

Hinata is still giggling from his impromptu confession and he fills up on courage from he doesn’t know where. But he’s ready now. 

“Shall we-,” he gulps, “shall we go to that gazebo over there?”

His intentions don’t go unnoticed, that’s for sure, but as they walk there he realizes it doesn’t matter. The flowers are visible from afar and the gazebo looks like a dream with some lace hanging and fluttering with the wind. It’s perfect. He could kiss the clerk right now. 

Hinata stills a second and yes, the cat’s out of the bag and she hasn’t run. So that’s good. He’s sweating and he worries whether he should let go of Hinata’s hand, but she grabs onto him so he soldiers on. His hand goes to his pocket, where the solid presence of the ring box helps him focus. 

He is a man on a mission. 

He steals a glance back to his girlfriend and her eyes are glued to the gazebo, her hair billowing at her back and Naruto has to force himself to keep on walking and not get on his knee right there and then. 

There are a couple of people looking at them curiously and Naruto even catches an old couple smiling warmly at them. He catches a clerk somewhat hiding between the trees and maybe doing this out in the open wasn’t the best of ideas…

He’s already nervous as is, he doesn’t know if he needs the extra attention. 

But then he’s in front of the gazebo and Hinata lets go of his hand, taking the few steps before them and turning to him. She looks like a painting, like a memory he wants burned right into his brain. He can only smirk, huff even, because he forgets everything but her and this place, what do they matter. He walks to her, a hand to her back. 

“Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful.” Her voice is filled with awe and Naruto has to remind myself that he has to give her the flowers first, talk to her and tell her how much she means to him and his sorry life before actually popping the question. 

“Will you marry me?”

Her eyes grow big and she looks flabbergasted. And then Naruto remembers he fucking skipped like 8 steps to this whole scenario. “Wait,” he hurries, reaching for the table and grabbing the soft bouquet he has prepared for the occasion -his hands are shaking-, “I have this for you, should have given them first.”

Hinata’s eyes fall to the flowers and he sees the tears pooling there. They are the same ones they had talked about -ages ago-, when talking about hypothetical scenarios, Naruto had had the brilliant idea to sneak in the question of which flowers should she want for her wedding bouquet, followed by the ‘well, then, what about for when you’re being proposed to?’

A beautiful arrangement of purple and white for both of them was the answer. And judging by the way her tears are already falling, he feels pretty proud of himself already. He squares in front of her, his hands to her, covering her -also trembling- hands over the bouquet. “Hinata,” he starts, and he gulps down the lump in his throat, “I-” he smirks. Hinata’s chin is trembling slightly and she’s thinning her lips to keep herself from crying harder. “I love you.” It’s that simple, actually, the whole truth. “I love you more than my life, I-” he gulps again, “I love who I am when I’m with you, I love our routines and our secrets and our jokes and I- I don’t think I want to live without you ever. I want to- to grow old with you and hopefully die before you do because- because,” and now he’s crying and biting his lips in order to keep his composure, “just being without you is torture and I don’t want that, so- uh,” he reaches for his pocket and brings out the ring box and Hinata gasps, he falls to his knee and looks up at her with the box open. A simple engagement ring, because he couldn’t afford the more luxurious ones, not without being irresponsible about his money and that’s something Hinata worries too much about. “Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

There’s a second of silence, but he’s not worried. Not even when the wind picks up and the lace and Hinata’s hair swirls around, and time seems to still a second too long, as if minutes pass, but he somehow knows now. He’s sure she will accept, so he’s not scared, nothing like the turmoil he was feeling just a second ago. The tightness that had been following him for weeks now. Nervous and anxious and filled with thoughts he knew were unfounded.

Now he is sure, he knows, he is certain. So he smiles, taking in the way Hinata’s hand grasps at her bouquet, the way her other hand stands between them -the trembling of her fingers visible- as she nods, almost imperceptible. He feels his cheeks hurting now. 

He chuckles as their hands touch, their trembling hands trying their best to let Hinata’s ring fall right into her finger. She reaches forward and lets the ring rest snuggly against her skin. It looks beautiful.

“It’s perfect,” she whispers.

Naruto smiles, he stands as he clasps her hand on his. It’s not perfect like he wanted, but if Hinata is happy with it, then he’ll roll with it. He will buy her another one down the line, if she wants, he will do his best, try his best and give her the life she deser-

“It’s perfect,” she jumps to his arms and he only hugs her closer. Yes, she’s right. “Thank you, Naruto,” and Naruto only snorts, because really he should be the one thanking her for being in his life. 

“I love you.” That ought to suffice. He gives her another squeeze before putting distance, relishing the way her face brightened and is now beaming. He ducks and kisses her, hard. And when they return to their room the clerk that was hiding behind the trees reaches them and hands him an envelope. 

They spend the rest of the afternoon laughing at their faces in the pictures and touching and reaching for each other around the small table. 

Hinata singles out a bunch of photos -the best ones- and spends more time on one of them, the perfect shot of them just before Naruto kissed her. Their bodies are curved and their foreheads are touching, the love is obvious and their smiles shine with the sunlight reaching them. Naruto will have it framed. 

“You know,” Hinata starts, Naruto still engrossed in the photos before him. “This holliday was just perfect for me, you know?”

Naruto gives her a radiant smile. As if hearing her say this was the best thing he could ever hope for. 

“Which is why,” she continues, “I believe you deserve a reward.” And then he perks up, his attention on her. She giggles. “What do you say we use the jacuzzi now?”

It’s a flutter of laughter as he begins undressing himself and working the jacuzzi and then coming back and undressing Hinata, all the while whispering sweet nothings that intermingle with his “you make me so hard, look,” which only make Hinata’s laughter grow lusty and her touches more intent. She pumps him when he’s too close. 

“Ma’am, I want to blow inside you, please.”

“I’m sure we can make both happen.” 

So he comes on her breasts first and then ravishes her on their bed. His tongue all over her body, her legs hooked against his shoulders, giving him an anchor to let her soar in ecstasy. They laugh again as Hinata’s moan echoes inside the room.

“What a great day,” Hinata sighs.

“About to become even greater, come on.”

It’s the joy of their commitment, the relief of their union that makes them seek the other. As if confirming, as if consecrating. When they get into the water Naruto lowers Hinata while peppering kisses on her skin, a string of I love you’s flowing from his mouth.

They make love slowly. Their skin sliding against each other, creating delicious friction. Hinata moans into his ear and Naruto comes undone soon after, the knowledge of his ring on her hand, its roughness against his skin a new feeling he welcomes with intense pleasure. 

Hinata slips into the tub and Naruto catches her midway, his arm strong as he sits on the steps, resting her weight against him. He hides himself on her neck. Her body the only thing he truly feels, the only thing he ever truly wants to feel.

So when their fingers trace patterns on the other’s skin, they remain silent. The water bubbling around them, moving Hinata’s hair in the water. 

Her whole body against his chest. “I love you.” Her declaration of love.

“I love you more,” he bites her skin and then it’s her bottom playing against his body. His blood singing already. “I only brought one condom.”

“You can pull out,” she turns to him, her eyes indecipherable, “or not. I would love a family with you.”

Naruto wants to cry. He lets his erection rub against her. “I’m gonna pull out, but just because we’re still students,” he stands, letting Hinata grab hold of the edges in order to steady herself. Her back to him, her ass against him. “The moment we get married…” He sinks his fingers against her body, leaving marks when he lets go. Hinata moans. He bends over, his teeth leaving marks where he can, “You’ll look so pretty with my child in your belly.”

Hinata mewls as she pushes back against him, his name leaving her mouth as a moan. 

He feels he can’t breathe. The water sloshes and the sound of their bodies is lascivious. Hinata ends up with her body out of the jacuzzi, resting on the wood around it, Naruto drilling behind her, his hands white as he grabs the edges. She drags her nails at his forearms as she comes, red flaring up. He meets her body a couple more times, his grunts growing frenzied, and then he leaves her, with an audible pop that only makes her miss his touch and his pressure. She feels the warmth raining on her back and his ragged breaths against her wet skin. 

“What a great day,” she mumbles. Her mind still groggy.

Naruto cackles.

[xpeachesncream]

lowkey (jjk) | 02.

⦿ boo’d up in the daytime

⦿ mackin’ & hangin’ in the nighttime

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summary: in order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, jeon jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the ways of dating.

pairing: popular!reader x nerd!jjk

genre: college au, fake dating au, friends (with benefits?) to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.2k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content/mature language, kissy-kissy koo, mentions of a boner, mention of sex and cum, seokjin’s still toxic

note: posting this chapter a little early since it’s butter weekend, plus the last part of liquid courage should be up sat/sun. still sticking to my schedule in my faq though, srry loves! i’ll do my best to update as soon as i can. 💗

tags: @taegularities​ @jimidol​ @miinoongi​ @bluesharksandfish​ @ggukkieland​ @unicornbabylover​ @thebeebi​ @preciouschimine​ @ladyartemesia​ @moonchild1​ @jikookiekosmos​ @marcoazz2​ @kootaes​ @wearenot7withu​ @codeinebelle​ @bigbootyjoonie​ @thisartemisnevermisses​ @maichiverse​ @ppeachyttae​ @fairysunooo​ @secretlycrazyhummingbird​ @yukiehyukie​

"I heard you were in an accident last night, babe. Are you okay? I'm so sorry I got mad at you yesterday." Seokjin comes towards you, cupping your face to look at every inch, every detail. You move away from his hold, backing up to give yourself some space.

"Seokjin, I told you to stop calling me that. Jesus. I'm fine. Don't need you to check up on me."

"Are you really gonna keep that up? I said I was sorry."

"Okay, and? I heard you."

"Really, that's it? Y/N, why are you being like this? What's the real reason?" He follows after you as you make your way to the library. To say Seokjin was persistent is an understatement— he was persistent for the wrong reasons. Like, keeping you close so he had you to fall on when things went wrong with another chick, his safety net.

"Because this is done, I don't know how many times I have to tell you. I'm tired of you doing this so, please. Just go." You slightly turn towards him as you climb up the stairs.

"I wanna work this out with you. Don't push me away. Let me help." You don't respond. He watches as you adjust your bag strap and wave at Jungkook. Seokjin chuckles and grabs your wrist gently, making Jungkook suddenly hop on defense as he balls his fists. Like he could do shit. Seokjin would probably wreck his ass with those broad shoulders.

Still. He hated how much of an asshole he was to you.

"Wait, what the fuck?" Seokjin laughs his rare, deep laugh that he uses when he's caught off guard. "You're hanging out with nerds, now?"

"And if I was, that would be none of your business." You snatch your arm away while glaring at him. You shake your head and continue walking towards Jungkook, relieved Seokjin finally left you alone today. Probably off to tell Namjoon, Yoongi and his friends how much of a bitch you've been and that you actually left him to hang out with a nerd.

Sunmi knows you're being tutored. However if that wasn't the case, she would question you, but she never take their side on shit. She remained loyal to you, and always supported you through whatever. That's why she's remained your bestfriend until this day. The senior chicks Seokjin and them hung around with though? Questionable. As long as Sunmi was by your side and you by hers, you both didn't care much for getting close to them.

"Hey, sorry you had to see that." You say as you sigh and set your bag down alongside of you on the long table.

"It's alright." Jungkook replies softly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. Thanks." You give him a tiny, tightlipped smile. "So, should we get right into tutoring, or should we talk about the details of our deal? I have all afternoon." Luckily, it was quite loud in the loud section of the library. No one cared much to listen in to your secret deal with Jungkook, nor did anyone care because it was Jungkook.

"I do too. I guess, whatever works for you?"

"Let's get this tutoring over with first then iron out the rest." He nods.

"Sure." He pulls out his notebook. "Tell me, what are you struggling with?"

"Everything." He does a small head tilt.

"I doubt that. I'm sure you understand some things."

"No, you don't understand Jungkook. I'm legit drowning. I don't know what I'm doing wrong or where I'm lacking." Jungkook simply looks at you, lips pressed together before he nods. You're not lacking anywhere, he thinks. You're really not. The subject is just shitty and the spawn of the devil.

"That's okay. Well, can I go over some basics? Throw in some tips?"

"Yes, please. Lead the way. I need you." You chuckled, but it makes the heat rush to his cheeks. He hopes you don't catch the rosy tint creeping up on them, so he instantly grabs at the whiteboard near your table and starts to go over the very beginning, the very basics of this semester's OChem class. Maybe a bit from last semester, but last semester wasn't entirely that bad compared to this one.

He didn't expect you to be all that engaged for some reason, but he should have known you'd ask questions left and right, taking the black whiteboard marker from his hand to practice what you've learned with him watching and guiding you from your side. You were always focused, always so determined. You were incredibly smart. Incredibly beautiful.

Honestly, Jungkook go on for days.

The both of you hadn't realized it was nearing close to 5PM and neither of you had really eaten much since lunch. You sit, feeling pretty good about your first session with Jungkook. You feel a little bad having kept him for so long over OChem, realizing you still had things to iron out with him.

[sunmi] 4:34pm: hey babe, not gonna be leaving for a bit. i forgot i had to work on this psych project with jennie. you okay with leaving around 6/7?

"Crap."

"What's the matter?" Jungkook glances at you as you continue to stare at your phone and scroll away.

"Sunmi isn't leaving until later. I'll probably be stuck here for a little longer after you leave." You put your phone down, now resting your chin against your palm, nails slightly digging into your cheek.

"I-I can give you a ride, if you'd like? Plus, we still need to talk.. about stuff." He shyly says.

"Jungkook, that's too much to ask for."

"It's really not a big deal. How far do you live from campus?"

"Maybe a 10 minute drive, the next exit off the freeway." He shrugs.

"I'm going in that direction too."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. We can just talk on the way home."

"Would you be willing to stop by for dinner? We can talk then. Maybe it can be considered our 'first date.'" You joke with a small giggle.

"Oh, sure. Yeah." He gives off a tiny, nervous laugh. "Where did you have in mind?"

"Can we get.. hm—" You hum. "Fire Wings? Down the street?" He almost feels intoxicated watching how your eyes gleam under the light, how they brighten and widen when you mention food. You were cute, and you didn't even know it.

"Only if you tell me what flavors you get." He tries to get smart, which makes you laugh. He made you laugh.

"Is this judgment day? Gonna see if you should call quits on our deal before it even starts?"

"Maybe." He goes along with it.

"Okay. Garlic Parmesan and Dragon." You pack up your things before shooting him a look.

"Okay, solid flavors." He nods. "I guess we can continue on."

"You're funny." You giggle as you both throw your bags onto your backs. You stay in your position until Jungkook comes to your side so you can walk by him. You don't know much about him, but he has a soft demeanor and he makes you feel comfortable. You had only seen him a couple of times across campus, not really noticing him much in class either. You feel a little bad knowing you didn't even try being that he sat behind you, but better late than never I guess? Maybe there was a reason for all of this happening. The way he tutored you today was insane, too— he was super smart, but broke it down perfectly, was patient. He was patient.

No wonder Dr. K loved his ass.

"What about you?" You picked up the conversation.

"I usually go for a dry rub and Garlic Parmesan."

"I haven't tried any dry rubs."

"You can try one of mine later."

"Okay." You suddenly remember to shoot Sunmi a text before she comes looking for you everywhere on campus. Jungkook stays silent beside you, allowing you to do your thing without being too overbearing or nosy.

But, he honestly can't help but glance a few times.

[y/n] 5:11pm: sorry just saw this, hitching a ride with my tutor. don't worry about me! ty ily, have fun working on your project.

[sunmi] 5:13pm: tutor, as in jeon jungkook?

[y/n] 5:15pm: yeah, he offered.

[sunmi] 5:16pm: okay, that was nice of him. if he tries anything tho i'll beat his ass. text me when u get home?

[y/n] 5:17pm: don't worry about him, he won't lol i will.

[sunmi] 5:18pm: kk love u b

"Sorry." You say, tucking your phone into your pocket. "Had to text Sunmi."

"That's okay. You two are really close, right?"

"Yeah, since high school."

"Cool." At this point, Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok are coming out of the café at the same you two are passing.

"What about you, where are your friends?"

"Um." He sighs, trying to avoid his friends obnoxiously waving and calling him from the distance. You glance over from behind his figure, chuckling a little bit. "That's them."

"Cute. You all are really close, too?"

"Ya, I've known Jimin the longest though." You smile and wave at them, causing them to gasp and whisper amongst each other with huge smiles on their faces.

"I'll need to meet them if we're gonna do this thing for real. Do they know?"

"Yeah kinda."

"That's okay. We should probably work on keeping it between us though." He nods.

"Okay, but. Can we save meeting them for later? They're a bit.. much." You smile.

"Sure."

"D-do I have to meet Sunmi?" You nod.

"If you wanna make this believable, yeah."

"She's kinda scary."

"Jungkook, she's not gonna bite your head off. She just has that look, but I promise she's sweet." That look, that resting bitch face. Really, you could be biased because it's Sunmi. She really only had issues if she felt disrespected. Other than that, she meant well. Same with you— you've been accused of being intimidating and having the same look but you don't mean any harm by it.

"Okay." Jungkook unlocks his black 2016 Honda Civic and pops his bag in the trunk. You do the same, while Jungkook goes to open the passenger door for you.

"Thanks." You smile sweetly at him. He climbs into his seat, hitting the button to start the car and sighs. The music in the background starts to play, and it sounds mellow, soothing— like it came straight out of a fairytale. His eyes widen as he rushes to lower the volume before shyly looking at you.

"Sorry."

"What, no. Don't be. What is this?"

"A Final Fantasy lofi mix." He begins to drive off as you turn the volume back up.

"It's nice. Pretty relaxing."

"Ya, it's nice to listen to after a long day." He pushes his glasses up at the light.

"Do you have family here?" He nods.

"I do. My mom and dad live about an hour away. I'm the only child. What about you?"

"Same. They're probably 30 minutes up north."

"Do you live alone?"

"Yeah, I live in a studio. It's actually my coworker's. She bought the space to rent it out. She lets me rent it for pretty cheap though."

"That's nice."

"You?"

"I live with Jimin. Our parents are close."

"What about your other friends?"

"Hoseok is dorming, and Taehyung would rather live back home with his family and commute. He's close to them. He'll crash at ours or Hoseok's from time to time."

"Are you close to your family?" He nods as he turns into the plaza lot.

"I suppose, yes. I'm just really quiet overall, so they think it's hard to read me sometimes." He parks and you watch as he shuts the car off with the same button. "You?"

"Yeah, I'm really close to my mom. Dad, a little questionable."

"Why, if I may ask?" He comes to open your door again, causing you to give him a small smile.

"He, um. Just got into some stuff." He watches as your body tenses while you fiddle with your fingers waiting in line.

"It's okay, don't think about it. I won't ask again."

"It's okay, Jungkook. Really. Maybe another time?" You look up at him and he nods. He stands way taller than you, almost at Seokjin's height, if not the same. He likes to wear baggy, dark clothing and doesn't do much to fix or style his hair.

He's simple, but in a good way.

You both order your food with Jungkook going first so he can grab a table afterwards. Before he could pay though, you offer to cover him for dinner as your way of thanking him for driving you home. You make your way over to the table he snags, Jungkook silently sitting at the high table with his legs pressed together and his hands clasped tightly on his lap.

"You okay?"

"Ya, why?"

"You look tense."

"Sorry. It's not everyday I have dinner with Y/N." You smile.

"Stop, relax." You watch as he slightly eases up. "So, this deal." He nods. "A month?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"We have to convince people it's real or else people will know something weird is going on." You look at his hand, now resting on the table. "You're gonna have to hold my hand and kiss me, you know?" He swallows the lump in his throat. Shit, he thinks. Don't know if I can actually pull this off?

A kiss?! Fuck.

"Y-yeah."

"When was your last relationship, Jungkook?"

"8th grade." Your eyes widen.

"O-oh, now I see."

"What's that supposed to mean? It's terrible, I know but I—"

"No, no, no. You're good. It's totally okay, it doesn't matter. I'll just have to teach you to make it look realistic and not.. awkward." You perk up again. "Not saying that you are though, okay."

"I know."

"So, are you.."

"Am I..?" He cocks hid head to the side in confusion.

"Like.."

"Just ask Y/N."

"Are you a virgin?"

"I don't know." You furrow your brows.

"Huh?"

"Look, this is gonna sound really embarrassing and I don't know if I'm even ready to tell my fake girlfriend about it."

"Just say it. We have to know things about each other." He sighs.

"I— ugh." He groans. "I did it with my girlfriend at the time. Or I guess my ex because we had broken up and this was sometime during freshmen year in high school and she came onto me out of nowhere at a mutual friend's pool party. But it was weird because we were just hormonal kids and I was just curious so I slipped myself into her only to slip back out right after because—" He's rambling, but you're doing your best to keep up.

"Because?"

"I-I, ugh. Y/N." He shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Are you really gonna make me say it?"

"Jungkook." You lean a bit to try and catch eye contact.

"I came right away." He says just as the worker puts down your food and takes the number from your table.

"Ohhhhhhh." You say as you nod slowly. "Okay."

"You can just run now." His head hangs low as he slowly slides his chicken over in front of him, causing you to chuckle.

"I'm not going anywhere. It's okay. Stop that."

"It's pathetic."

"No. Besides, I know you'll get better overall, and you'll find someone who will rock with you till the end. We'll work on this."

"Thanks." He says, feeling comfortable around you. You were quick to reassure him and smile at him, he felt himself melting in his seat. Yeah, you were too good for Seokjin.

"You'll have to come to parties with me. Club events. Events in general. It won't look right if I'm always going without you."

"Okay. Can I bring my friends?"

"Sure." He nods. "What do you do in your free time?"

"Play video games and listen to music. Read comics, manga. Build lego sets with the guys."

"Cute." You smile.

"You?"

"Hang out with Sunmi, or just watch movies on my own at my place. Read. Eat by myself. Explore by myself. I value my alone time."

"It's nice." Jungkook's familiar with it. Even if he had his friends around, he truly liked being in his own peace when allowed. "What about outside of the public eye?"

"Hm?" You hum.

"Do we hang out?"

"Yeah we can." You nod.

"Cool." He smiles.

"Is my car gonna be a lot of work for you?"

"Don't worry about it, it'll be good soon. Just might take a bit cause I need some parts to make it look brand new again."

"I really can't thank you enough." He shrugs.

"Only trying to help my girlfriend out." He boldly says, causing you to laugh.

"Confidence is peeking through already, are you sure you need me?" You joke. The rest of the evening, you continue to talk to Jungkook about pretty surface level shit— what you like, dislike, overall experience in high school and college so far. It was a nice, harmless conversation, one where you were starting to see how warmhearted Jungkook really was. How real and laid back.

None of the shit in Seokjin's group. It was refreshing, a breath of fresh air.

Once dinner had finally finished, Jungkook was on his way to drop you off. He had parked in an empty guest spot, offering to walk you up just to be sure. At the door, he took a peek at how clean your studio was, mainly soft colors of white and cream taking over, with plants scattered around your living room area. The hallway in was sandwiched between your kitchen area and another wall, Jungkook assuming your bed was on the opposite side of it. He awkwardly stands at the door, afraid of overstepping.

"Well, goodnight Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Hey, wait." You smile and come close to him. He swallows, his mouth suddenly feeling dry when he feels your breasts press against his chest. "First lesson— give me a kiss."

"Right now?"

"Jeon Jungkook, we're doing this tomorrow. People are gonna have to see this at least once while we're together." He nods and presses a quick kiss against your cheek. "Not bad, but a little longer?" He complies and presses another kiss, leaving his pillowy lips against your cheek for a little longer before pulling away. "Perfect. Now here." You point at your lips before crossing your arms.

"Y/N, I—"

"Don't be afraid, just do it. I won't kick you in the balls or anything."

"It's not that. I just don't think I'm a great at this stuff."

"Okay." You tippytoe and gently grab his jaw while you lean towards his face. "Just relax, okay? Don't think too much of it." He stays silent, doe eyes constantly on you as you continue to inch forward.

Sparks. Just sparks everywhere for Jungkook.

He feels your soft lips against his and he relaxes, moreso because he feels like he's lost all senses being this close to you. Taking in your scent. Kissing you.

"There." He stands still, still trying to process the kiss. "Not bad. We'll get better over time, but at least that looks believable. Just—" You put his hands down as they were about to fall onto your hips during the kiss, but they fell short. "Let it happen and hold me, okay?" You smile. "Night Jungkook."

"N-night." He stutters as he watches you close the door. "Fuck." He whispers to himself when he realizes he's now sporting a boner. "Jungkook, what the fuck is this?!" He continues to whisper to himself as he waddles down your hallway.

[its-an-obsession]

I hate you, I love you

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Anonymous Request: Hi! If it isn’t too much trouble, can I request an imagine for Peter Parker (Andrew's version) x-reader with the trope enemies to lovers, because I'm a sucker for it. I love the teasing and all. If you’re comfortable with light smut, that would be cool too!!

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I've been meaning to write an enemies to lovers trope! I feel like I suck at writing smut, so I tried my best. Please don't hesitate to give me constructive criticism, that's always appreciated. Enjoy!

Summary: You've always hated Peter Parker, don't know why. The two of you have had this rivalry since you were little, constantly competing with each other and calling one another names. His aunt and uncle had been best friends with your parents since high school, causing the two of you to constantly be around one another. You thought over the years maybe this hate would fade away, but it just got worse when you started your junior year of high school. However, you can't help but enjoy Peter's sarcastic remarks; maybe even a little too much.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Warnings: long imagine

Peter Parker x-reader

A yawn escaped my lips as I rested on my chin on the palm of my hand. Mrs. Stevenson paced up and down the aisle in between the tables of the classroom. She walked up to the whiteboard and wrote down how much time we had left on the statistics test.

Peter Parker sat in front of me, glancing at me from time to time. I brought a hand up to rest on the side of my face and slowly lifted up my middle finger.

Peter gazed at me with raised brows as a glare appeared on his face. Before my teacher turned around, I quickly lowered my finger. "Mr. Parker, eyes on your own paper or I'll have take up your test," our statistics teacher said.

I covered my chuckle with a cough, covering my mouth with the inside of my elbow. Peter reached his leg forward and kicked me in the shin. I jumped in my seat from the sudden nudge.

"Mr. Parker," Mrs. Stevenson said, "Don't make me ask again."

I quickly kicked Peter in the shin just like he did. Peter looked back at the teacher who had brought her attention back to the board. She swiftly turned around and turned back to my enemy and I. "Y/N, Peter. Front office, now!" Mrs. Stevenson ordered.

"What! He's the one that-" I started. "Ms. Y/L/N, don't make me ask again," she interjected. Peter huffed and stood up from the table, swinging his backpack over his shoulder.

I grabbed my bag and slipped my arms through the straps, adjusting them at a comfortable position. Peter and I grabbed our tests and handed them to her teacher before walking towards the door.

Peter pushed me aside to prevent me from getting through. I pushed my shoulder against his, enabling me to slip past him. "Seriously," he muttered with a huff in annoyance.

The front office was quiet except the occasional typing or chime of the school's phone. This wasn't the first time that Peter and I had been sent to the principle for our little predicaments.

Last year, during a pop quiz Peter purposefully threw a pencil in my general direction leaving me with no choice but to launch it at him. Of course, our parents ignored the whole incidents and blamed it on teenage hormones.

Principal Sharp stood up from his desk and walked over to the opened door. He stood their with crossed arms. "Normal Tuesday afternoon for you two, isn't it?" he said. Our principal walked over to the desk and sat down.

Peter and I both knew the drill. I sat on the far chair while Peter sat nearby. He rested his arms on the rest of the chair, putting his hand on the side of his face to prevent making eye contact with me.

"You two know the ordeal," Principal Sharp stated.

"Yeah, yeah. You give us detention, we go our separate ways and we never bother one another again," I remarked, leaning back with my arms crossed. Principal Sharp chuckled sarcastically and shook his head in response. He leaned in with his hands clasped together. "No, no," he said, "I was thinking you and Mr. Parker will be settling your differences."

I sat up in my seat, fully enveloped in what our principle was going to demand. Peter grew curious as well. "And how do you suppose we do that?" he asked with his posture now straightened. "You two will conduct a project in which you will be discussing the importance of friendship," Principle Sharp answered. "What? We're not kindergarteners," I retorted. Peter glanced at me, for once agreeing with me.

His look of agreeance faded when I stole a glimpse. Mr. Sharp chuckled and got up from his desk. He stood at the front and leaned against with his hands resting on either side of his legs. "Well, if you're going to act like kindergarteners," he said.

He reached behind him and grabbed two packets from the top of his computer. "Then might as well treat you like kindergartners," our principle added.

He leaned forward and handed the two of us each a packet. I looked at the packet, scoffing with a shake of my head. "I've already contacted your parents. Both of them are aware of what has happened," he said.

Principle Sharp walked around his desk and sat down on the chair. He took a sip of his coffee then set it down on top of his wooden coaster. "The two of you are free to go home. I suggest you start the project today," Principle Sharp added, "You have till the end of the month to turn in this project."

I raised my brows at the sound, getting up from the office chair. Peter stood up from the chair and grabbed his backpack. "Sir, the end of the month is in three weeks," I said. "Then I guess you should pick up the pace, Ms. Y/L/N," he said. He looked up from his computer and gave me a small smile. I grunted in frustration, opening the door, closing it behind me. Peter followed after me as he called my name. "What, Parker?" I said and whipped my head around.

"Don't you think we should meet at the library?" Peter spoke as he walked alongside me. I ignored his statement and pushed open the door. Peter followed after me as I walked towards the bike rack. I fished for my keys, eventually finding them in the front pocket. "No," I replied, "There is no way I am staying in a library with you for hours on end."

"Doesn't have to be in the library," he said. Peter chuckled, biting his lip. My stomach did flips at the sight. I pushed the feeling down and unlocked the lock on my bike. Peter watched me as I pulled the bike out of it's spot.

"Y/N, I know your parents. They're not going to appreciate it when they're perfect little princess doesn't obey the principle's rules," he said, his eyes trailing down my body as I swung a leg over the leather seat of my blue bike. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my earbuds from my bag.

"Since when did we ever follow the rules," I said. "Y/N, c'mon," Peter replied with slouched shoulders. I huffed and put my hair into a low pony tail, double tying it so it wouldn't get in my face. Peter took his skateboard from his backpack.

He set it onto the ground. "We only have to do this for three weeks, remember? After that we can go our separate ways, just like you said," Peter spoke. I responded with a nod, not knowing how to correctly reply.

"Good, I'll see you later then," Peter said and hopped on his skateboard. Why the hell was he being so nice to me all of a sudden? I put my ear buds in and began listening to my music. My eyes caught sight of Peter flipping onto the railings of a bike rack, effortlessly landing. "Yo, I'm walkin' here!" someone yelled, dodging out of the way. I turned around to see a older man screaming at me.

"Sorry!" I replied, pedaling faster to get out of the way. Within just a few minutes, I arrived home much earlier than I originally did. I hopped off my bike just to notice that Peter was arriving the same time I was. Another con of being enemies with Peter Parker, was living right across from him in addition to his aunt being friends with my parents.

I walked up the front steps of the townhouse and set the bike on the front porch, leaning it against the wall. I opened the door to find my parents not in the room. "Go figured," I said and closed the door behind me. My mother and father both work at a police station, either one of them taking extra shifts.

Given they have been working more, they haven't had much time to see how I was doing. My orange cat - Cheddar - ran up to me with his tail swaying from side to side. "Hey buddy," I greeted, kneeling down to pet his head.

He pressed his head against the palm of my hand. I grinned and set my bag down before picking up my adored cat. I walked into the kitchen to find my parents had left their dishes out from this morning. Cheddar meowed when I set him on the counter.

I huffed in frustration and set the dirty dishes into the dishwasher then put some soap into the compartment before starting the silver dishwasher. My cat sat on the counter as he watched me clean up the kitchen, something that I often did after school. I fed my cat some food and made my way up to my bedroom.

_____

(Time Skip - three hours later)

I sat on Peter's bed with my computer sitting on my lap as I searched for more articles. Peter sat my desk, flipping through his computer. He rested his head on his hand. Peter took a sip of the lemonade he had poured from the cold pitcher.

"Find anything new?" I questioned, sitting up from the bed.

"Other than the child therapist website, none," Peter replied.

I groaned and swung my legs over the bed, leaning forward with my arms resting on my knees. I stood up from the bed and walked over, leaning against the wall. "So, we're stuck?" I asked. Peter pursed his lips and nodded his head, lifting up his glasses as he replied (GIF Above). I rested my head against the wall and ran a hand through my hair. I felt Peter's eyes land on me, watching my every move.

He looked back down at his computer and continued to search Google. Peter grabbed the lemonade glass and peered into it, realizing there was none left. "Get me more, please?" he asked and motioned towards the empty glass. I looked at him with raised brows. I sighed and grabbed the glass from him, walking downstairs. Aunt May sat in the living room with a Country Living magazine resting in her lap.

"Y/N, how's the project going?" she asked, looking up from her magazine. I turned to look at the nice lady and shrugged my shoulders. "Alright, we're having trouble finding some articles," I replied. She nodded and watched me as I walked into the kitchen. I finally found the pitcher of lemonade at the back of the fridge. Aunt May stood up from the leather couch, strolling over to me. "That boy asked you to get lemonade for him, didn't he?" she said with crossed arms.

I chuckled and nodded my head in response. I finished pouring the lemonade then set the glass pitcher into the fridge. "Why don't you two like one another?" Aunt May asked as she leaned against the counter. She grabbed a wet cloth and began wiping down the counter. "Would you like me to answer that honestly? Given he's your nephew..." I trailed.

Aunt May chuckled and draped the damp knitted cloth over the edge of the sink. "I'm all ears sweetheart," she said. She watched me as I searched through my head, trying to figure out how to explain in an appropriate manner.

"He's just....." I sighed, "I guess, we've been 'competing' with each other ever since we were little and I guess, I guess..." May tilted her head to the side with brows raised. She motioned for me to continue speaking.

"I guess once we finish this project, we'll go our separate ways and won't encounter each other anymore," I continued. Aunt May looked up from the ground with her brows raised, a smirk slowly appearing on her face. I furrowed my brows and tilted my head in confusion. "What's that face for?" I asked. "Y/N/N, can I tell you something?" she asked. I nodded in response.

May sighed and walked over to me. She set her hands on my shoulders, running her hand up and down in a soothing motion. "I think," she said and straightened the red bandana on my head. "You like my nephew," Peter's Aunt continued. "What! No, no I don't," I said, shaking my head as I spoke. The women chuckled and patted my shoulder. She turned on the sink and cleaned a couple dishes.

"I don't like Peter, why would I like him?" I said, "I mean-" I gulped as I desperately tried to convince myself that I didn't actually like Peter Parker. Aunt May watched me as I paced back and forth. She set her hands on her hips, looking at me in amusement.

"This is the guy I've hated since elementary school, the guy who calls me 'princess' just to spite me, the guy that purposefully gets me in trouble, the guy that stays in my mi-" I stopped myself, pulling everything together.

Aunt May grinned from ear to ear and walked over to the refrigerator. She stood in front of it in a proud manner. She set the lemonade into the fridge and grabbed a water bottle instead. I shook my head, running a hand through my hair.

"No, you know what? It's a good thing, because-because he doesn't like me. Even if he did, he'd-he'd make a move. Right? Right?" I said, laughing to myself. The woman shook her head and passed me the disposable bottle.

I swiftly caught the plastic water bottle before it fell to the tiled flooring. She chuckled and leaned against the kitchen island with one hand resting on the edge while the other one sat on her hip. "Believe me Y/N. He adores you," she said, "People fall in love without reason, without even wanting to." She walked over to me with rag in her hands.

"You can't predict it, that's love," she added. The corners of my mouth lifted at the sound of her statement. "Now, go up there and finish that project," May added, hitting me with the dirty rag. "Okay, okay," I said in between laughter. I walked back up to Peter's room to see him still sitting at his desk. He looked up and saw me holding a water bottle.

"I asked for lemonade," Peter said.

"Yeah, but you got water," I remarked, throwing the bottle at him.

"What took you so long?" he questioned. Peter swiveled in the chair so he face me. He watched me as I sat down on his bed, picking up my computer from the end of the bed. "Your aunt was downstairs and we just talked for a bit," I answered and looked down at my opened laptop.

"About what?" he asked. "Oh, you know," I shrugged, "Stuff." Peter rolled his eyes and turned back to his computer, taking a sip of the water bottle. How could I possibly like this guy?

_____

(Two Weeks Later)

"Okay," Peter sighed, "How bout' we finish it like this, 'Friendship helps strengthen people by grouping individuals from their differences to create a bond stronger then human life itself'?" He stopped pacing back and forth to turn and look at me. I typed out Peter's statement into the article. I leaned back and read the end paragraph to myself. He walked over, hovering over me.

It took everyone within me to hold the light pink color to rise to my cheeks. Peter was awfully close to my face. One wrong move and everyone goes south. We only had one week until this project was over with. Sadly, I wasn't ready for it to end. If I'm being honest, I really liked hanging out with Peter.

He was sweet, charming and can't forget handsome. He was intelligent, no doubt about that. I just wished my stubborn ass would tell him what I felt deep down. What Aunt May had said stuck in my head for the past two weeks, eating away at my anxiety; like I was a ticking time bomb just ready to explode. I was ready till I finally broke, maybe that way Peter would just spare me the embarrassment and let me leave him alone for good.

Peter continued to hover over my shoulder, not reading the conclusion paragraph but typing in his name at the top. Usually he'd type in his name before mine, but this time he kept mine in front of his.

The whole time we had been working together, neither one of us had tried to pick a fight. We hadn't argued about one another eating loudly or clicking the red pen repeatedly. The two of us even visited the skatepark once to take a break from the constant working.

As well as our bickering diminishing, my parents started to come home more often; letting me speak to them more and not have to worry about coming home to an empty house.

My grade's had gotten better, life was going pretty well except for the part where I was falling for the guy I used to hate. Peter's brown eyes trailed away from the computer screen to look at me.

I noticed his eyes flit down to my lips then up to my eyes. The past few seconds were absolute torture, just gazing at one another. "Whatchya doin' Parker?" I said, but it sounded more quiet than I had intended. He smirked. His hand reached to the side and shut my laptop. The feeling of Peter's lips caught me off guard.

The kiss was soft at first, but soon turned into a round of passion. His hand rested on the side of my face while the other hand pulled me out of the desk. Peter let go of my face, his hands finding their way to my waist. I felt him smirk against my lips as he led me over to the other side of the room, pressing me against the door. My chest rose up and down as we broke apart for air.

He had one hand pressed against the area above my head while one hand was just over my left shoulder. "Hi," he said. "Hi," I repeated with a smirk on my face. Peter removed his hand from above my head to lock the bedroom door. He looked back at me with the familiar smirk that always managed to make me melt. Peter glanced down at my lips again.

I rolled my eyes and stood up straighter, connecting my lips with his once more. Peter's hands found their way to the hem of my sweater, yanking at it to come off. I chuckled and swiftly removed the grey and black sweater, tossing it to the side.

Peter smirked while his eyes trailed down my exposed skin. Articles of clothing began flying everywhere when Peter's lips attacked the side of my neck.

Peter's legs sat on either side of me, one arm grasping my hand while the other one tossed my Y/H/C hair to the side. A yelp of surprise escaped my lips when he ran a hand over my leg. Peter kissed my bare shoulder then underneath the hem of my navy blue sports bra.

He smirked as I arched my back, gaining him access to the clasp of my sports bra. Before he fully slipped it off, he looked back to me. "You sure about this?" he questioned, voice raspy. "Never been more sure about anything," I replied. He smirked and threw the bra to the side, bringing his lips back to my bare chest.

______

(Next Morning)

The morning sun seeped through the curtains of Peter's bedroom, straight lines of the glowing sun light scattering across the carpet. Our clothes were all over the place from yesterdays occurrence. Peter's chest pressed against my back as his arms wrapped around me, his head tucked in the crook of my neck. I couldn't help but smile at the feeling his arms around me, the sensation of his lips still lingering.

Peter's eyes fluttered open from the sun shining onto the bed. I looked up at him with a smile still on my face. "Morning Princess," he said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Peter ran a hand up and down my leg, tucking his fingers underneath the strap of my underwear. Goosebumps raised to my skin as he ran a hand over my bare body.

"Morning," I replied, lightly kissing him on the lips. He set a hand on the side of my face to deepen the kiss. Our lips moved in sync when he flipped over to hover above me. I opened my eyes. "You're beautiful," he said, running a hand through my frizzy hair. I giggled in response as his hands rested just above the top of my underwear. "Thank god we got that project done," I said. Peter chuckled in response.

A knock on Peter's bedroom sounded from the other side. We jerked our heads to the door with a look of concern immediately finding it's way onto our faces. "Peter, Y/N. Breakfast is ready," Aunt May said, "I've got to head to work, but have fun finishing the project." Peter smiled even though his aunt couldn't see him. "Thanks May, love you," he said.

"Love you too honey," she replied and left the door. Peter sighed and turned back to me, leaning his face close to my ear. "We'll finish this later," he said and hopped up from the bed.

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[pen-observing]

request: how lucifer, mammon, satan, belphegor and diavolo react and find out about you having 'I now own your soul' under the terms and conditions of a webpage.

Lucifer:

While Lucifer is certainly busy all the time, and tries to balance it by having you in his study as he works, he can’t hide how tired he has actually been for the past 4 weeks.

All you know is that Diavolo has made the meetings more frequent and they are taking a toll on him

And since he means that much to you, regardless of if you wish to acknowledge it or not, you have to ask what is going on once he stands up and walks over to reach for another bottle from his shelf Lucifer does not drink that often and he certainly doesn’t try to avoid work by drinking.

Just what could be making him act this way?

“Lucifer, you have to tell me what is going on.”

He stands on his side of the desk just pouring another glass down.

Curse him for being elegant and showing his forearms while doing so!

And then he dares to look at you with full focus and furrowed eyebrows and he is about to say something and he looks like-

‘no. You are human.’

Fuck.

“Come on! You know I won’t tell anyone!”

He does trust you at least after so long.

"Very well. I will tell you since it has something to do with a human. If, by any chance, you spread the information, the price you pay will be a heavy one."

He can’t intimidate you that much but you know when he is serious.

"You see, recently, Diavolo has had more issues than ever with someone we like to call ‘code soul stealer"

“Uhn,, and that is?”

He takes a sip of his drink and holds the glass while looking at you.

“Apparently, a pesky human added ‘I now own your soul’ in their terms and conditions on a web page and some application. With this, they have stolen many souls and Diavolo has grown even more concerned these past few weeks since the page is just gaining popularity.”

Oh fuck, oh fuck. Thats you that he is calling a pesky human! You only did it as a joke because you saw a meme! It wasn’t supposed to make an enemy out of you to the prince of hell!

How are you supposed to tell Lucifer that? How will he react?

Maybe if you do tell him it will actually create more good than harm?

Or, you could hide it for the rest of your life and- no! The honest way with Lucifer is the best way. He trusts you enough so you have to trust him too!

“Lucifer...I am the pesky human you are referring to...”

He drops the glass. 

“I swear I had no idea souls were actually real and now I own a lot of them! O-On the good side I went viral 4 weeks ago so...oh, that is why you’ve been so busy....sorry.”

Lucifer says nothing.

He just falls into the chair in the most dramatic way you’ve ever seen.

He covers his face with both hands and groans into them loudly.

If you were not ‘code soul stealer’ you would laugh at him right now. But he has to figure out a way to protect you now.

Mammon:

You see, dating Mammon means that you two will bicker plenty.

However, it is usually silly stuff that you bicker about like; are gold or silver lines better on this cup of tea or not?

He just loves you too much to get into a serious argument with you.

However, Levi dragged you both to play a spy/heist game that just came out and Mammon cannot accept to lose such a challenge.

He is not proud that people call him thief, but he is proud and believes he has the skills to back up his many enrichment-plans

So the fact that you won against him for 3 times in a row is UNNACCEPTABLE under this dark, dark sky.

Mammon denies it all. ‘i went easy on you’; ‘I did it cuz you are happy when you win’ and ‘please, don’t you know who I am? I am THE Mammon!”

And while he is cute while bickering, sometimes it becomes unbearable.

So, you do what any normal human would: you challenge him by listing your biggest ‘heist’ ever.

“You don’t know who you are talking to! I have created a heist unlike any other! I have stolen a million souls so far! The DevilTV refers to me as – unstoppable soul collector!”

Levi left long ago so Mammon is standing there completely stunned with the stupidest look on his face so far. He kind of looks like a blowfish.

Still, he runs and puts a hand over your mouth and whispers:

“Don’t yell! We don’t want others to know that we run that business!”

Excuse him? Who is this –we- he speaks of?

“You will add your boyfriend to those plans, won’t you?”

Mammon will not let shock stand in the way of money or souls. You can explain to him how you managed that later but for now – just add him as your accomplice.

Satan:

You love your boyfriend.

You really, really do.

You love seeing him so excited and focused on finding clues to the newest Devildom mystery that you chose to let him have his fun by not telling him YOU were the one he was searching for.

And while you love him that much, you are about to ruin the whole game.

Why does he think it is appropriate to own 48 pairs of the same Sherlock Holmes outfit with THE UGLIEST MATCHING HATS YOU HAVE EVER LAID YOUR EYES ON.

First, he wore them in his ‘detective office’ only. Also known as the Lamentation house storage room for cleaning products. And that was fine, it was.

But then he started to wear them inside the house and in the garden. The saddest day was when a cat knocked the ugly hat off and ran away with it. Oh praise that cat! Praise the little paws!

However, he has gone too far.

He knows no bounds and shows no signs of stopping.

He started wearing the outfits OUTSIDE! In the middle of cobblestone paths of the main street while you were trying to have a nice date!

"Who knows where the soul snatching culprit could be hiding? I must wear this outfit everywhere to catch their clues. Trust me.”

That is it.

If one more iguana-looking-ass demon points their finger at you two and snickers as you walk past – he will have a rude wake up call.

How is it possible that he is trying to catch the culprit that is you but doesn’t pay any attention to you?

So, when you arrive home and he walks into the mop closet to add another unrelated photo to his crazy whiteboard as a clue – you tell him to sit down for a moment.

“Satan, honey, I have something to tell you about your soul snatching culprit.”

That definitely got his attention.

Finally! He is actually looking at you!

You lean down and gently kiss his head.

“I am the culprit you’re looking for. How does it feel to completely miss something right under your nose?”

He freezes up and throws a pen towards the whiteboard. It just bounces off and hits him in the back.

“You....you mean to tell me that,,, the biggest Devil Mystery TV phenomenon is ACTUALLY YOU?”

You are met with complete disbelief. Satan demands a detailed explanation on how you did it. He even tells you to use his whiteboard to retrace your steps!

...good luck...

Belphegor:

Will Belphegor ever actually publicly say that he has changed because of you? No.

Will he ever actually admit that to other brothers besides Beel when they’re talking in the late hours of the night in their room? Oh, absolutely not.

Will he tell you? Yes.

Yes but.. He will leave something out.

Sometimes Belphie looks at how you smile and remembers things that make him famous in this realm.

Yes, he is one of the most powerful demons and yes, he has a reputation of rebellion and the biggest steak of unattendance in RAD but

He is also a fairly famous scholar.

His papers and research are cited on the regular.

But when you smile and say a witty joke – he remembers that most of them focus around him proving just how dumb or naïve humans actually are.

But, you’re human and he hopes that you never see those.

Except that you do.

Because he is so famous it is no surprise that while looking for research papers to reference for your next assignment you saw his name while browsing through

And while you love him - you will not allow him to just diss the whole mankind.

So, you grab one of them from the library. Walk home, go to the attic while he is napping and open it up, putting it right on his face.

It takes a couple of seconds but he feels something is wrong and his hand reaches for it.

When he pulls it away, he is met with his thesis that was further developed from the seduction speech class assignment.

It sets it up as: ‘Seduction speech as a matter of blatant deception that humans always fall for but could never recreate.’

You are not even that mad at it to be honest.

But proving him wrong is always fun. And little does he know about your biggest secret ever.

“I will cut right to the chase and say – fix your bangs I want to see the way your eyes look when I tell you this!”

“I wonder who messed up my bangs with the academic paper in the first place?” is what he replies but his hand is already on his forehead.

“Whatever. Prepare to be amazed! I am the one the elders of the devildom are always ranting about on TV! Yes, I am the ‘pesky little human’ who is stealing away ‘edible’ souls! How is that for your thesis now? Is that not true deception?!”

He likes your smile still. You’re standing in front of the bed looking at him with sparkling eyes and clenched fists while striking a pose. It is silly really but he smiles.

Because you are.

And while he will ask you a bit more about that claim, he is just happy to know that maybe his next academic paper (which everyone eagerly awaits) will be tad more positive to your kind.

Diavolo:

You got an urgent call from Barbatos.

On the doorstep he told you that Diavolo needs you in his study.

What could you do that Barbatos can’t and will help Diavolo? Does such a thing even exist?

You walk inside of his office and are pretty sure Barbatos did not want to go inside because of the fact that a rat could be hiding under the mountain of papers that are all around the room.

Usually, Diavolo immediately stands up, lights up the room with his smile and stretches out his hands for a hug.

Now? He hears the doors open and looks at you with a weak smile while his head is resting on his elbows from behind the desk.

He has never looked worse.

“Barbatos said you called for me?”

You are unsure where to begin with this so you state a fact while thinking of questions to ask.

“He has? I have done no such thing?”

Great. Now both of you are confused.

“Can you tell me what is going on?”

Diavolo sighs and his smile is still nowhere to be seen.

“The elders have been so annoying lately. I understand that the biggest threat to the Devildom and everyone’s life here still has not been identified but there is nothing I can do except search!”

Just what threat is that? What could be making Diavolo so miserable?

“They keep comparing me to my father without actually offering any ways of fixing this!”

“I will try to offer some way if you tell me what the threat is!”

There you are, making a grand exclamation and promise while trying to avoid papers on the floor. Diavolo sighs again.

“A human is ruining our business! They somehow set up a page that allowed them to own souls by consent in some application under the terms and conditions. I mean, this has never happened before! Humans were never expected to think of that or have access to such means! And the name they used was fake. How am I supposed to find them and then burn them in the darkest pits of hell as the elders want me to?”

You stop trying to avoid the papers.

Did...did he just say darkest pits of hell? Did he just say the elders want YOU burned?!

How are you supposed to fix this? It was a fucking joke! You did not imagine this could ever happen!

“Diavolo you promised you would protect me no matter what, right?”

His eyes are serious when you say that. “Yes. I will. Is something amiss?”

“Diavolo.... I am the enemy your elders want to burn.. PLEASE DON’T LET THEM! MY SKIN JUST ADJUSTED TO THIS TEMPERATURE!”

Diavolo looks at you and laughs like never before. It is cute, it is childlike. His laugh finally lights up the room.

He thinks you are joking.

He thinks you are joking and abruptly stops once he realizes that you did not join in on the laugh.

You were just trying to crack a joke and make him feel better, right? There is no way that is true, right? But judging from your reaction he knows it is.

So, he grows serious once more.

He runs to embrace you.

“Please tell me you are willing to make a compromise because the elders do not care about how your skin adjusts to the temperature.”

[leviiattacks]

teacher!levi and teacher!reader headcanons please 🥺

author note :: i expected for this to be better but idk,,, um, you know maybe it’s just me who wishes i executed it better but i wrote this at 3am that’s my excuse. ANYWAY I HOPE U ENJOY ANON :-))) i know it’s not headcanons but here!! also my ask box is always open to feel free to drop by !! 

word count :: 5.4k (after i had to severely cut the word count down because my tumblr wouldn’t let me post the longer version with more detail,,,,)

honestly you’ve never fit in well with the math teachers in particular but you’re still amicable with most

however, there’s one unbearable member of the group that happens to want to play jump rope with your patience constantly

and that person just so happens to be mr ackerman

every single staff meeting the both of you sit furthest away from each other whilst silently exchanging bitter glares

maybe it’s his stony disposition or his unrealistically harsh grading system that makes him seem so off putting to you.

or perhaps it’s your soft and gentle approach to teaching that drives him up a wall

but to make matters simple, the two of you have never got along. nearly everything he says you disagree with and nearly everything you say he has to rebuke.

every outlandish suggestion of his at meetings is met with firm disapproval from you and every time you bring up wanting to provide the children with more time for extracurricular activities he sneers in annoyance

today he’s proposing a plan to set exams as soon as possible

???

you wonder if he’s even thinking with his head attached to his neck because it’ll be impossible for the children to handle all of the content in the form of an exam paper so soon

the workload he’s been pushing onto his math class has become far too ridiculous for your liking and you want to put an end to the man’s reign of terror

it just so happens your classes are scheduled in the blocks next to each other meaning he always sees your students an hour before you do

it’s got to the point where your pupils trudge into english class completely EXHAUSTED

the other day a boy fainted because of lack of sleep and now mr ackerman has the audacity to put forward the exam dates???

“we need to instill these children with discipline. taking them by surprise will give them a much needed reality check.”

you groan at his speech and raise a hand

“may i interject?”

professor ackerman’s tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek the irritation is painted on his face but he nods although he seems reluctant

“these children do not need standardized exams to-”

“would you like for me to completely scrap exams from the curriculum?” without even allowing for you to present your argument he has to cut you off with a mocking grin

“levi, i think-”

“that's mr ackerman to you.”

his blunt correction has you rolling your eyes because YES!! you understand the two of you aren’t exactly the best of friends but he doesn’t even want to be on a first name basis with a colleague of two years??

his pettiness has your blood boiling in searing displeasure

“you have to stop going so hard on these children.”

he’s shuffling through some paperwork not even batting an eye in your direction.

“personally, we aren’t hard enough but of course the english teacher has trouble understanding that.”

the jab he makes at your job only causes the anger inside of you to bubble up again

why does teaching english have ANYTHING to do with this???

“you teach math yet you can’t calculate the reasoning behind your subpar love life. do not insult english.”

personal insults are your favourite to throw at him because he always gets so riled up

and actually for once you have the answer to a math question.

the reason why his love life is so uneventful has to be because of this :

his personality + his obnoxious humour + his looks = a good looking but undatable man

his jaw clenches and the grip he has on the stack of papers in his hands strengthens

ok,, that is kinda hot but that is not relevant at all

you’re able to make out miss ral one of the other math teachers make a move to speak and god you fight the urge to punch her every day because she’s always gushing about mr ackerman

seeing as you don’t want to punch her or anyone for that matter you turn to give her a “if you speak right now i swear to god i will lose my shit” look

she gets the memo incredibly quickly because her mouth closes shut immediately

mr ackerman takes a sip out of the cup of black tea next to him. “i would appreciate if you just sat back and let me do what’s best.”

“children fainting in my lesson is not what’s best.” your rebuttal catches him off guard and he seems more than a little surprised

“wait- fainted??”

you eyes flick over to mr zacharias, you had told him to pass the message on but the way he’s sheepishly looking at the floor avoiding your eyes clearly tells you all you have to know

“looks like someone forgot to pass the message onto you but the other day falco fainted in english.”

“is he- is he okay?? did he say why?”

eyebrows raising you’re quite surprised to see any sort of reaction from him let alone concern

“he stayed up all night completing your homework.”

lips pressing together into a fine line it almost looks as if he’s guilty

“i’ll talk to him about it later.” his voice is back to its usually plain tone and any trace of his previous worry has been masked.

an awkward silence follows. he coughs choosing to not continue the discussion about exams.

principal smith takes the hint and moves on to discuss planned school trips

HOORAH victory!!!

yet another day where you’ve saved your students

“who is fallacy and why are they pathetic?” a few snorts and giggles are heard around the class and you force yourself to laugh at falco's miserable attempt at a joke

you’ve noticed falco’s been cracking more jokes around his new seat mate gabi.

she’s small but feisty always willing to debate and she’s really a joy to teach although she can get a little bit aggressive with the others at times

honestly it’s quite obvious that falco has a fat crush on her. well, actually it’s been obvious from the moment she step foot into your class

and... you couldn’t just ignore the way falco looked at her could you?? and there was an empty space next to him too sooooo, what harm would there be in placing the two together?

it seems as if your attempt at getting the both of them to talk has worked. gabi and falco compete desperately for the top position in the class and are two of the best students you’ve had in a while

also after the day falco fainted in class gabi has been noticeably nicer. things like asking if he’s drank water or how much he’s slept

you have a small inkling that she may like him back

and the budding romance is adorable to you because you too once had childhood crushes

it feels rather nostalgic to see the two interact

but today you notice the two aren’t in

in fact, you notice half of the class isn’t?

“where are the others?” your question sends a jolt through one of your present students but he stays silent choosing to pretend to clean his glasses as a distraction

crossing your arms over your chest you walk over towards his desk

“udo, you can tell me what it is.”

“professor ackerman said not to tell.” udo looks petrified and you’re just kinda wondering what in the hell is going on

lucky for you his resolve is thin and he quickly cracks under pressure

“okay. you can’t say i told.”

nodding in agreement he looks around making sure no one else hears what exactly it is he’s about to disclose

“he’s kept some people back to talk to them about something top secret. i don’t know what but he asked for the students who like you.”

at that you feel a little bitter because if he asked for the student who liked you why on earth is half the class still here??

but oh well, you guess you can’t please them all

“oh no, no, no. you’ve got it wrong. we all wanted to stay but he didn’t let us.”

udo looks genuine so you let it slide

either way it doesn’t really matter as long as the majority prefer you over that sick and twisted math teacher you’re alright

“he does know he’s cut into my class time right?”

“falco told him that and he whispered something about how you’re bothersome.”

you???? bothersome???

WHEN HE’S THE ONE BOTHERING EVERYONE?/!:£:!/)

you don’t even look back as you walk out frankly furious at what’s happened

english is important

ACTUALLY!!!

ENGLISH > MATH

you will stand by that till the day you die

your knuckle meets with the wooden surface of your sworn enemy’s classroom door and almost automatically you’re able to hear the shuffle of chairs and padding of numerous footsteps approach

the door swings open and you step aside to allow your missing students to pass through

they look nervous but one look at your reassuring smile lets them ease up and relax

“well.” a voice behind you snaps “look who paid me a visit.”

“we’re talking about this later.”

you try your best to sound serious but you don’t know if you pull it off as well as he does because he just ends up giving you a disappointed sort of look

“y/n. stick to being the good cop it suits you better.”

“we are not on first name basis. you said it yourself.” is your narrowed comeback

finally turning to face him you’re surprised when your eyes travel to the triangle of space behind him and you’re able to get a peek of what looks to be a list of books on his whiteboard

pride and prejudice

wuthering heights

jane eyre

ville-

before you’re able to read the rest he moves in front of your line of vision

he’s got quite the selection but,, when did he of all the people on this planet start showing any interest in literature?

“the books on the board what’s that about?”

your inquiry flies over his head and he shuts the door behind him completely

his face doesn’t move and if it does it only shows the slightest hint of confusion

“what books are you talking about?” he replies and don’t know why your knees feel a little weak when he looks you straight in the eyes

snap.

out.

of.

it.

“i saw books on the board.”

“you saw wrong.” he barks back and he’s getting agitated now

maybe you did imagine it...

and you have to get back to teach your class so okay fair enough you’ll let it go because you do know you have a habit of daydreaming randomly

however that doesn’t stop you from giving him another skeptical look before you leave because there is NO WAY you imagined it, but it is you and it really could be a possibility

the click clack of your heels against the floor sound out as you remove yourself from the conversation

you assume he’s returned to his classroom

that’s why it catches you by surprise when you hear a hesitant voice behind you

“there were no books on the board.”

you don’t know why he has to tell you that again because it only makes himself look all the more suspicious

“but if they were a list of book recommendations then what would you recommend i read?”

the question is peculiar coming from him

are you in an alternate universe?

is this a dream?

are you talking to a clone?

a robot?

because this can NOT be the same man you’ve been working with for two years

maybe he’s having a change of heart?

but that sounds unlikely

maybe he’s planning to read the book and somehow with that big brain of his formulate a calculation to score it a measly two out of ten

yeah. that sounds more likely.

nevertheless, you still want to give him a recommendation, maybe he’ll find out he’s into books this way

“you should totally check out pride and prejudice :-)”

for once you’re smiling at him and he doesn’t know what to do because the change is sudden but he doesn’t say a word after that

instead he retreats into his classroom

god.

now you’re sure he’s just asked to form a stupid calculation or whatever the hell it is math teachers do.

“he likes you.” hange has a shit eating grin on their face and you can’t help but narrow your eyes and sigh in exasperation

no he does not like you but you don’t try to correct hange because you know they’re firm in their stupid belief

“would you ever date him?” hange fiddles with the last of their potato salad absentmindedly waiting on your reply

the question literally has you choking on your lunch

“i would rather fight for survival in the wilderness. thank you for asking.”

“oh come on... he’s got a thing for you. you read romance novels all the time you should be able to tell he does.”

“yeah and that thing he has for me is wanting to shove my head onto a pitchfork. you’ve got the wrong end of the stick.” shoving a piece of pasta into your mouth you sigh dreamily at the taste. it serves as a momentary distraction

you get one lunch break and you are not!!!! in the mood to talk about him whilst you’re on that break

he’s attractive

and you have to admit he looks handsome in his crisp white button up and pristine black suit AND his cologne is really...

okay, you are digressing from the point

none of what you just said means anything!!!

at surface level he seems like a catch but it’s what’s on the inside that matters and he said he finds english stupid

that’s more than enough of a reason to dislike the guy?

he thinks stuff like the pythagorean theorem and y = mx+c are entertaining

y = mx+c ??? over literature???

you read books to teach and you read books for your own enjoyment

it would be a complete travesty if you had a crush on a book hater

and levi ackerman most certainly can be classed as a book hater.

a pessimistic book hater if the specifics are needed

“OH! SORRY Y/N GOTTA BLAST MOB’S OVER THERE!!!!!”

you don’t even get the chance to say goodbye because hange makes an eager run towards moblit

hange and moblit are inseparable, both are the shared heads of the science department and since he’s been off on sick leave recently you understand why hange’s rushed off to greet him

you wish you had a teacher friend like that but the sad truth is you’re pretty much a lone wolf. the other english teachers are wrinkly old pickles and talk about antiques or quiz shows :-(

“this seat free?”

no way.

it’s not him

it can't be

what does he even want??

“um, well yeah it is free b-.”

“good.” he takes the seat without you even inviting him and now you’re stuck in an awkward situation you didn’t even expect to be in today

you're about to burst into tears because is it too much to ask for a peaceful lunch period???

mr ackerman clears his throat and places a book in the center of the table. “pride and prejudice although not my cup of tea was... mildly enjoyable.”

wait...

is this him...

admitting defeat!??

HELLLOOOOO

you are over the moon right now because you know he really had to have enjoyed it a lot and is simply choosing to withhold that information for his own reputation

“i’m happy to hear you took a liking to it.” you’re munching away at your pasta a little more upbeat now

“okay but the start of the book assuming all single men want a wife? no, all i want is a good night’s rest for once. also mrs bennet needs to calm down, elizabeth can marry who the hell she wa-”

“someone’s a little passionate aren’t they?” you giggle into your glass of water and you catch mr ackerman frowning

“i liked it okay.”

“i thought you said it was only mildly enjoyable just now?” grinning and looking at him through your lashes his cheeks become red

you guess he’s angry or something but that’s the usual with him

“yeah, whatever. i just wanted to play fair and apologise.”

“apologise?” oh wow, now your interest has really peaked because never in the past two years has he apologised to ANYONE

not even principal smith for the one time he flipped out and nearly cursed at a mouthy student at parent's evening

grimacing a little before he does it he finally speaks again.

“english is important. i’m sorry.”

your lips tug up into a bright smile

well???

this is a great interaction??

an apology coming out of levi ackerman of all people

“apology accepted! i’m glad to know you liked the book but now that we’re a tad bit friendlier with each other i wanted to ask for a favour.” your eyes gleam and he swears he can see specks of shining stars in them

“...okay, it depends.”

he’s warming up to you so he considers it

“please don’t cut into my lesson time levi.” his name slips out of your mouth but it’s so natural you don’t even care to correct yourself

“i’m sorry about that too y/n.” your name now ventures out of his mouth too as it tests the waters

wordlessly the two of you agree to first name basis

BUT more important matters are at hand such as how he’s issued you yet another apology?

this is satire surely

because why is he so willing all of a sudden...?

well, that's the power of pride and prejudice, wow you’re really thanking the heavens for blessing this world with jane austen’s existence

jane austen. a woman capable of remarkable things, she's even managed to make an unmoving book hater somehow become a lover

poking at your tuna pasta you and levi are now quiet.

“soooooo, any opinions on mr wickham?” you ask the question hoping to initiate a longer conversation than before

and luckily for you your attempt works

SUCCESS!!

levi pinches the bridge of his nose and the creases on his forehead show he clearly isn't particularly fond of wickham

“don’t get me started he’s so indescribably annoying?”

ok, ok, ok

you don’t even know how it happens but you and levi really hit it off

weeks have passed and you and him have even become lunch buddies

it was so shocking to moblit at first that he dropped his lunch on the floor when he saw you and levi enthusiastically exchanging words

then again, two mr wickham haters are bound to get along

you’re seriously wondering how the two of you ever survived as mortal enemies

yeah, you still disagree a lot but you’re getting there!!

sometimes he helps you out when your computer stops running and in exchange you’re willing to offer him book recommendations

he swears he doesn't want any recommendations from you but you know he enjoys it

yesterday he got microsoft excel out and showed you how useful it really was and you went :O because you never really understood the need for it at all

you’re a little bit of a granny when it comes to tech...

and just today at lunch you recommended he checks some plays out but his nose wrinkled at the mention of shakespeare so the both of you went through a long list of dramas and eventually you were able to interest him in j.b. priestely's an inspector calls

another victory for you!!

anyway, right now the two of you are sitting inside of the staff room seeing as it's that time of the month again.

time for the monthly staff meeting

it's the first one you've had since you and levi became friends and you're worried the both of you will be back at it butting heads

wait, are you friends?

well, you wouldn't mind if that were the case but to be honest you would like to be a little bit more than friends mayb-

no!!! no!!! no!!! stupid thought!!! you retract that statement immediately

no you do not want to be more than friends with levi ackerman, yes he's lovely to a degree but you are not going to elaborate on why it's a terrible idea to fancy him

okay wait, let's elaborate for the sake of elaborating

he's surprisingly charming and wittier than you thought he would be. the fun conversations are making your days now and to be honest it is nice to have someone to spend lunch with (hange usually skips out on lunch all together to tinker in the science labs and set up experiments)

wait... weren't you suppose to explain why you don't want to get with him?

you're an idiot and you don't notice how dumb you really are until everyone just kinda gawks at the both of you because it's so odd seeing you in the same room let alone within a three feet radius of each other.

fuck, you completely forgot you and levi sat at opposite ends of the room

principal smith enters and even he looks visibly shocked at the change in seats but he doesn't mention it and you're grateful he doesn't because you didn't purposefully sit here it just happened on accident

erwin turns in your direction and smiles

"would you like to start off with your proposition for extracurriculars?"

nodding your head you begin passionately.

"well, i'd like to say i don't think we offer the children enough. we have spare funding so why not open another club? cooking perhaps? i understand many of you may not understand the importance of teaching them how to cook but-"

"do you have an obsession for setting these children up for failure?" tensing up you notice it's levi who's spoke and he doesn't sound remotely happy

blinking once and then twice he realizes his tone isn't the best and he mutters an apology "sorry, go ahead i'll add in when you're done."

whispers travel through the room straight away

"did he just say sorry?"

"actually why are those two sitting together?"

"do you think they're you know...?"

miss ral who's sat a little further away is the next person to disagree with you

"i understand the intention but would it not be better to let them have extra math lessons?"

"oh, so you can get a pay rise?" the comeback you make is aggressive and dripping in displeasure

she sits up face burning up

"no- no- absolutely not i take pleasure in teaching all of my classes." flustered and trying to hide her nerves she takes a sip out of her water bottle

you want to pour all of the water out onto that ginger hair of hers

the reason why her interjection is getting on your nerves is due to the fact you overheard her and another one of the math teachers plan to bring this specific point up

and you are well aware that her reasoning behind it has nothing to do with the children

she couldn't care less about them

"do not make me repeat what you and mr bozado were chit chatting about earlier today."

the threat is enough to silence her and just when you think you've handled the situation levi has to give his input

"let's ignore petra's motivations and talk about how teaching these kids how to cook means nothing if they have no tradable skills to offer in the real world." levi's not looking at you. he's either too annoyed or too preoccupied with his thought process

at that moment you feel naive, you thought maybe he would try to understand your opinion seeing as he's been spending so much time with you as of recent but that looks to not be the case

murmurs of agreement fill the room at his statement and you feel pathetic

it's practically the entire room against you now

genuinely how is it these people can manage to be such spoiled sports about everything?

"recently, i asked all of my classes to write an essay about school stress. maybe you won't understand my views because you haven't read their pieces but they need a fucking break." the expletive flies out of your mouth without warning and you flush in embarrassment

that

was

not

professional.

"oh god, i'm sorry i got worked up i shouldn't hav-" fumbling over all of your words you feel even more mortified

the principal raises his hand signalling you stop and you clamp your mouth shut. you're in huge trouble that's for sure

but,,, in spite of the clear difference in opinion between you and the other teachers, soft and well spoken principal smith says the unthinkable

"i have the final say and i believe you are coming from a good place after reading your student's work. how would you feel about running the new cooking club?"

scanning his face for a second you can tell his question is legitimate and the wave of relief that washes over you has never felt better than ever

sighing contently you agree and as the topic of conversation shifts to something else entirely you sense your heart rate picking up

you feel like you're back to square one with levi.

it's yet another day where you’ve saved your students and you should be feeling overjoyed but if anything you feel a little deflated

you wish he would have come around and understood but you can't teach and old dog new tricks

again, the feeling of disappointment wears you down

two weeks have passed since then and your favourite time of year has come. it’s spring term meaning MACBETH

the english curriculum includes plays and it just so happens that today is your first lesson covering shakespeare

and you LOVE shakespeare

something about all the intricate foreshadowing always has you excited

but some children are missing

and it’s way too many to blame on sickness

so you wait for a few minutes but it's consistently radio silent

the last time this happened the culprit had been levi and he promised to never cut into your lesson time

but you could count on him to break his promise after the fiasco that was the monthly meeting

is he back to hating you and hating literature?

well, that's his loss if that's the case!! and no!! you will not upset yourself over the loss of the budding friendship

sighing you get to your feet making a beeline to the door but gabi and falco rush to stop you

awkward chuckles activated they wave their hands to get your attention “OH NO, they’ll only be five minutes!!” their sentence comes out as one big blur of words but you manage to understand them

now you’re doubtful because you know falco and gabi would usually ignore you and allow you to walk out

giving them a knowing glance the pair look between each other

their eyes are clearly communicating and asking if it’s alright to tell you

“i promise i won’t be mad.” you sigh

perhaps if you reassure them they’ll be more likely to spill the beans

“it’s not that you... i don't know. you might be upset.” gabi isn't one to care much for other's feelings so you're slightly anxious even though you shouldn't be

but you’re a tough nut to crack. so, absolutely not. you are not going to upset yourself over whatever it is

“i won’t be hurt. i’ve suffered through reading some of the most emotional classics to ever exist.” hitting your chest with your fist you wince a little because you hit yourself a little too hard

falco’s seems to be too shy to come out with it so gabi takes the lead as she normally does

“some students were talking badly about you so mr ackerman kept them behind to have a talk.”

oh.

yeah, actually you are a teeny weeny bit disheartened because you think you’re nice to all of your pupils but it’s nothing too bad, not everyone will like you

“if that’s all i’ll go get them. thank you for letting me know.” giving them two thumbs up you leave the class immediately

levi is probably scolding them to hell and back

not because he cares for you but because he hates disrespect in general

as you’re nearing the open door of his classroom you hear something you never thought would emerge from levi’s room

“final question. why does mr darcy say he doesn’t want to dance with elizabeth at first?” oh yeah, that’s levi’s voice for sure

an english question?

is he quizzing them on pride and prejudice?

you wait hoping your students don't fail you and are able to provide the correct answer.

“ummm... she’s not pretty enough!!”

levi hums “you answered all five questions right. do you all know why?”

you can’t see the children’s faces but they have to be confused if there’s no immediate response

he grunts in agitation “because your english teacher works hard to teach you every single day. have some respect because that teacher of yours is one in a million.”

taking your bottom lip in between your teeth you fight the urge to smile

“do you know how at every single staff meeting there’s only ever one teacher fighting for you all and what you want. i can assure you that teacher isn’t me, but i believe you can all guess who i'm talking about.”

your heart does a back flip in your chest and you feel jittery but in that really fuzzy good way

like that super duper fuzzy and hazy good way

he’s really very sweet for saying all of this and you're now smiling like an idiot

one pupil takes a chance to make amends “we’re sorry mr ackerman.”

but before levi can give them a response you clap your hands together and walk in unannounced 

“apology accepted, now if you want to all be forgiven forever please return to class and answer the questions on the board!” directing them to the door with your hands you make sure they're conscious fo the fact you aren't mad at them

still, never have you seen them so eager to run off to analyze macbeth. you guess levi's deathly stare is the cause for it

holding back a laugh you clear your throat after the last student leaves

“thank you levi :-)”

it’s quiet for a second and you think to ask him about what has been gnawing at your mind

“you didn’t have to do that. you disagreed with me before so... why did you?”

“i say this at every meeting and you never listen but children need to be disciplined.” his unchangeable tone is unwelcoming

again it’s awkwardly silent and you sorta regret even coming over to see what was going on because now you and levi are just having an uncomfortable staring contest

then he scratches the back of his neck and heaves a heavy breath

“it may also be because i really fucking like you, but i look like an idiot saying that when we’ve been at each other's necks for two years.”

oh.

the sudden and brutally honest confession has the wind knocked out of you, you’re stunned

and then you get hit by it too. the realization hits you like rain hits umbrellas on stormy days. you like him too.

you like him for his witty sense of humour, his pure honesty and his hatred for mr wickham only serves as a bonus

yes, you have your differences. many of them. but you like him

he’s no longer a book hater and so by default you can fancy him. he goes against none of your guidelines essentially

you like him, he likes you back?’//’.;

[SCREAMS]

“well, what do you say? will you be this mr darcy's elizabeth bennet?” hearing the cheesy pickup line from him of all people has the butterflies in your stomach exploding in delight 

“you sound weird, where's the grumpy math teacher from before?" now you and him are simply shamelessly flirting but HEY!! you have no complaints at all

he scoffs at your sarcastic question

"do you want the equation for a two dimensional heart on a graph beca-"

"can i just kiss you?"

wOWIE are you being bold today y/n???

thankfully you don't have to wait for his answer. levi’s right hand pulls your face in and he slams his lips against yours. he gives your waist a squeeze and you hold him tighter by the neck in response. he has a way of somehow making it all feel gentle and relaxed in the same breath

and... you know what? maybe you should have recommended pride and prejudice to him earlier

but oh well.

what matters the most right now is that you're kissing your mr darcy!!

and he’s kissing his elizabeth bennet

:-)