#this is just one incident that stuck with me i hope you dont mind me adding it

[gelatinous-globster]

one thing i think about a lot is how in "The New Nega-Globby", when GoGo (understandably) votes to put Nega-Globby back in the Glob-Vac, every time she does Wasabi shoots down the option. until Baymax is the one to suggest it, and even then he looks disgruntled.

like. he has no reason to be kind to the guy who was actively and purposefully rude to him abt something he's passionate about. and yet he still is

wasabi is so so gentle. not even just as a headcanon thing. he just is. in canon. he’s lovely

[hearts4werka]

NNN day 5 | Whispers Of Madness

summary: ever since one unfortunate day, you havent felt the same mentally. The dark entity that now permanently stabled a special place in your mind, making you go more insane with each passing minute. Whenever you try to reach out for help to the one person you trust, being your best friend matthew he always argues that nothing is actually there and your brain is messing with you but you know more than youve lead onto. Are you going to finally shatter and possibly lead to murder, or maybe finally banish the evil living inside of you?

warnings: ANGST, demon possession, dark entity, murders, mental health issues, satanic language, dark topics, suicide, police involvement, heavy language, blood everywhere, choking, skin bruising, mysterious black goop, viewers advisory is supervised! Proceed continue reading caution!

authors note: somehow we’ve made it to day 5 of consistently posting fics wohoo !! This one took me a portion of my time and this week has been pretty busy for me so I’m surprised I got this far, hope yall enjoy this bc I surely did writing it

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Ever since that unfortunate night, I have never felt the same mentally nor physically. A constant demonic voice mocking my every move and slowly driving me towards insanity, flashes of a dark entity remain stuck and impossible to get out of my mind, making me want gouge my eyes out to escape through death. Sometimes i dont even recognize myself in the mirror, just noticing each and every one of the changes in my physical apperance as well as my behavior and I think if others noticed them too or do am I the old me to them? or have I never actually changed and my mind can somehow create physical forms of different versions of me on its own?

- The night of the incident

I slowly stirr awake in the middle of the night due to strange noises my ears keep picking up, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand I glance out the window to see nothing but pitch-black ahead of me. The soft moonlight being the only available source of light pouring into the room, my eyes scan the dark room for a possible source behind the strange noises. Its almost like whispering but not human whispers in particular, almost like a demonic voice... yeah no, demons dont exist so there no such possibility. Just to be sure Im not going completely insane I do a double check but now looking harder into the dark to try and justify the source of the noise is nothing harmless.

Thats until I see something dark looming in the corner of my room.

It appears to be a shadow but with a dark and demonic energy radiating off it, my eyes scan the whole silhouette and get stuck on a pair of brigh red eyes staring down at me becomes imprinted in my mind permanently which sends a cold chill down my whole body, making me rise in awareness and fear, my body immediately waking and becoming completely stiff, my abilty to move vanishing from my grasp of control. The dark shadow figure starts to step closer to me and my instincts kick in, subconsciously backing away from the proximity of the red-eyed creature as it stands at the foot of it. "W-who are you?" I shakingly breath out, my mind becoming consumed with fear and theories that this could possibly be the end of my life.

The red-eyed figure doesnt make a sound or a single move, my breathing now labored and heavy as it continues to stare down at my shaking form. Feeling completely vulnarble and defendless, it’s like theres no escape and I've been trapped, even cornered in the dark depths of my mind. "Agite... Tenebrae... Abyssi..." I hear a faint demonic whisper, identical to the ones I've heard before and realize where its coming from. Suddenly I get a shock down my whole body, almost as if a feeling of being possesed or something possibly entering my soul and attaching itself to it.

I convince my overthinking mind its nothing and Im just imagining things now, this is not real. Demons dont exist and they surely can't possess you, right? it cant be real, its not. Shaking my head to throw away any possible negative thoughts left behind and lay my head back down on my pillow, attempting to sleep of the demonic energy I still feel coursing through my veins. My mind manages to slowly drift off to sleep, my eye lids falling heavy as I slip into unconsciousness but the demonic whispers still remaining surrounding the shell of my ears.

- A month after the incident - Present day

A sudden snap of Matt’s fingers in front of my face kicks me out of the negative energy in my mind, him giving me an unamused expression and sighing. “You seriously weren’t paying attention again?” He annoyingly huffs, his lips becoming a thin line as his arms cross over his chest. “I’m sorry, I was just-“ while I am in the middle of my sentence and want to explain myself, the demonic whispers cut me off and start whispering in my ear until I look around and see him. The red-eyes creature. No matter how hard I want to take my eyes away from him, they just refuse to move alongside with my body. Just becoming frozen all of a sudden, “What? Are you good?” He stammered visibly shadowed with concern, his eyes darting around the room to find the spot my eyes are stuck on but is met with a simple empty room.

“What are you staring at?” He pondered, still in desperate search to find something I could possibly be staring at with such horror contouring my features. My breath starts to become more deep and shaky, the same feeling I felt coursing through my veins every time it appears, it’s almost like it’s making its appearance known before hand. Matt finally snaps me back to reality, jerking one of my shoulders to give him a response to his worried questions, when I look at Matt’s face and back where it was standing. It’s gone. It’s not there anymore. “Where did it go?” I mumbled with a trembling bottom lip, becoming tense and more aware of my surroundings. “What do you mean by ‘where did it go’ ? You’re fucking freaking me out Eli.” He inquired, still anxiously looking around before moving closer to me. Immediately noticing me tense up for some reason he doesn’t have the knowledge of and I just wouldn’t speak about it.

“It’s fucking not there anymore! It’s gone, again!” I clutch Matt’s arm into my chest, seeking any comfort and safeness I could get a grasp on. The whispers start again, this time approaching me closer until I feel a faint icy breath breathe down my neck which makes me flinch. “ǨḐlēʃ-tū yǫur crēāṭōr, ǝLizaʊƃth…” my hands immediately go to cover my ears, the satanic words echoing in my head and bouncing off every wall, almost delivering me a headache. Under my breath I keep begging it to stop, to release me from the hellish cage it’s trapped me in against my will just to torment and demolish all that’s left of my soul that it hasn’t destroyed yet. My mental health wasnt the best before and it just got worse after, I reached out for help to everyone I could but they either called me schizophrenic or ‘completely gone off the rockers’ by professionals, refusing to help me and ignore the actual issue.

“Is it this again? Seriously Eli, you have to stop scaring me like that!” He argues, becoming slightly annoyed. No matter how much I tell him about this mister lurking in the shadows, he just says ‘you need to get some professional help or go to a psychiatrist’ but when I tell him the stories regarding the ‘getting professional help’ that they ignore me and don’t believe demons actually have a possibility of existing. “You didn’t believe in this demon shit and always denied it, why do you suddenly act like you got possessed by a damn demon or something?” In that moment it hits me, the realization and theory of being actually possessed by a demon hits my head and if we’re an object I would possibly get a concussion.

“I’m not! It’s just that… oh, forget it. It’s gone now so it doesn’t matter.” I state, taking a deep breath to wash away all of the emotions I’ve been feeling at once in a single moment. It’s shocking how much my body can take and has taken ever since it appeared in my life, or does it? Maybe my mind likes to think and make it seem like I’m doing good but in reality I’m loosing my mind completely? When is it going to end? How do I make it end? Questions rise in my head as I start to overthink and get my anxiety to an impossible level. “Eli, what the fuck has been happening with you? You seem completely psychotic like those possessed girls in horror movies.”

“I-I don’t know what I am at this point, please just go home and stay safe. I’ve scared you enough already I don’t want to give you a heart attack” I breathe out, gesturing for him to go away as I my ears perk up with the demonic soft whispers coming back, the dark figure standing right in front of me. I immediately cover my ears as the whispers get louder and louder, suddenly I feel a pair of cold hands wrap around my neck and pure force starting to pull me upwards into the air. I become short on breath as Matt freaks out and quickly runs over to my body in the air, now being face to face with the black figure. My arms immediately attempt to remove the arms off my neck for more air but it only tightens its grip, Matt pulls at my feet but it’s not much affective. The red gloomy eyes staring into my soul and twisting my insides with the dark energy possessing my body.

The world around me becomes silent and I can’t hear whats happening around me. “Ǩo ǃàdêr ȯf Ḑoom, ʔou Ƀhall kjømbāť ʔo ʃiln Ǫne ȯf ḏhe ʔeḥples ȯf Ꮑȯvær lǟv or ʔe ťæpt ǝn ḟi ʃhyād ǷārtǤ, ȯy ʗhǯice ElizǞbeth. ȶime Ƀ is spiraling ȯut…” the sentence constantly keeps being repeated until my ears start to bleed but I don’t feel blood coming out of my ears, some kind of cold black goop starts to escape through my ears as I finally get released. Falling back onto the ground with a loud thud and coughing hysterically, the pain and bruises spreading across my body as well as deep purple marks saturate my neck. I feel this sudden urge, something driving me up to my breaking point, willing to do anything to escape this hell.

Matthew quickly runs over to me, examining my body and the bruises left as horror and concern fill his features. “A-are you okay? Are you bleeding anywhere?- oh fuck!” He stammered, noticing the mysterious black goop coming out of my ears. His eyes were so focused on my body he didn’t notice it at first, seeking as if he couldn’t handle all of this happening at once and neither was I but he was scared out of his mind when I was left with no emotions in my face. My mind backtracks to the demonic words spoken to me and somehow I feel I know what to do, I don’t feel like myself anymore. It’s like I’m some kind of puppet in a show being controlled on how I’m supposed to act, I pick myself up and walk towards the kitchen while ignoring the concerned questions falling from Matt’s mouth.

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this but I can’t live like this anymore, he follows behind me and into the kitchen. My body starts to almost move on its own as if someone else had full control over it, reaching into the drawer where all of my knifes are kept and pick up the sharpest blade I own. Rising it into the air and turning to face Matthew, his anxiety immediately spikes to ungodly levels as he puts his now trembling hands. “What are you doing with that? Elizabeth, put it down!” Desperate demands leave his mouth in attempt to make me out down the possible weapon in my possession but I don’t listen, as much as I don’t want to do it, I might be my only way of escaping.

I charge at Matthew and stab him in the chest multiple times as hysteric cries leave my mouth while he screams bloody. His blood squirts all over my clothes and stain them, he falls to the ground and quickly I jump on top of him to weight him down and deliver a stab to immobile his arms, more blood covers our clothes, faces and the floor all together as I continue to cry out apologizes and explanations. “I’m sorry… I have to do this, I’m so sorry, Matt I’m sorry but I have to…” I cry out as blood and tears run my cheeks, to end the miserable pain he is experiencing I swing high into the air, gripping the handle of the bloody knife with both of my hands before apologizing for the last time and plunge the knife through his head which kills him in an instant.

My hands finally detach from the knife and immediately go up to my face, wiping off the blood and pouring tears from my face. Loud sobs fall from my mouth at what I have done, I just killed my best friend. Out of pure cold blood I killed my best friend, I-I’m a monster, a psychopath and everything fucked up. I am the demon… the demonic figure whispers another sentence in the weird language it has been using ever since trying to communicate to me but now it sounds more evil, like curses stuck to my name by the black shadow and following me around anywhere I go. “Ǫne lǻst stȅp ǵhǵn ɓe dǿne, ȵaM Ƀǿ̃e ȅt Ƀe ǵhǵe ȶǿ Ƿȯrld ȩfree, hāv ǵʍоḏ tɼȯ ḏon sǿlf ɴǿw. Ḕdǿn ḥesīṭȅte, ȅLīzǝbeth.”

The same feeling of knowledge runs down my spine, realizing what I’ll have to do next in order to be set free. My hands go back and take the knife out of Matthew’s dead body and line the sharp tip with where my heart lies, I close my eyes shut and with one swing I plunge the cold bloody knife into my heart. My body falling down next to Matthew’s already dead one, hearing the faint sirens of police in the distance as I slip into unconsciousness but by the time they make it to the kitchen, my body disappeared and only with the bloody knife left on the ground. It was evident two people have been killed in the process regarding the blood bath that was created but no matter how long or how hard they searched for my body, it was just gone. Almost as if a dark entity dragged it down with them to the deepest pits of hell…

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[mxssingmemories]

Hey can write a fic where r is tony kid (dont care for the gender) tony was called to pick up r thinking they did something bad but instead its this

Like r used bear glue and got multiple of them stuck all of the school years later r is part of the avengers and they find out about this little prank

the school incident // tony stark x daughter!reader

summary: you've always been the type to enjoy pulling a good prank. unfortunately, your newest idea gets you caught and in major trouble. what happens when your dad (and the avengers) find out?

wc: 1k~

warnings: a giant penis (NOT nsfw i promise)

a/n: this was so much fun and i am SO sorry it's so late <3

When Tony got the text message that you needed to be picked up from school, he freaked out. His brain ran through so many scenarios so fast it made him dizzy; what if you’d gotten in a fight? What if you started a fight? What if you and Peter messed up big time? 

He shook his head to clear his mind, and ran down to the garage.

“Everything alright, Boss?” Happy asked, eyebrows knitted together. Tony just nodded, and slipped into his car. The fifteen minute ride to your school was filled with worry from him, the foot that wasn’t pressing on the gas pedal bouncing up and down repeatedly. He told himself to breathe; you didn’t need your dad to walk into the office panicking like a mad man.

He pulled into the parking space as quickly as possible, rushing to the all too familiar Principal’s office. “Hi, I’m here for Y/N Stark?,” he told the receptionist. She seemed to forget how to use words when she motioned him to the back. A blush rose on her face as he left, and if it were any other time Tony would have flirted with her just to embarrass you.

The air in the office was tense, and you sat in one of the seats with a blush on your face. You looked up to see your dad’s relieved expression that quickly turned into one of frustration when he realized you weren't hurt.

“Good afternoon, Mr.Stark. I’m sorry to pull you out of whatever..business you were dealing with, but Y/N pulled something we just can’t ignore.”

“It’s perfectly fine, sir. What did she do?” he asked him, his eyes narrowing at you across the table.

“I don’t think there is a delicate way to put this, Mr.Stark, so I’m just going to lay it all out for you. Miss Stark was caught on video supergluing what seems to be a massive..sex toy,” she muttered under her breath,”with one Peter Parker. His guardian has already been made aware of this and appropriate action has been taken. ”

Tony was, for once, speechless. He looked at you, the Principal, and back at you a few times. You could feel your ears begin to turn red as the silence got longer and longer, doing your best not to burst out laughing as it would only make the situation worse. His jaw was wide open, and he finally snapped back to reality when you reached across the table to shut it for him.

“What the absolute hell?” He yelled, forgetting where you both were for a second. You blushed even harder, hiding a snicker behind your sleeve despite your dad’s very obvious anger.

“I have somewhere to be, but I hope you have a good day. Please send me an email with the information about what you’re going to do with her. I assure you this will be taken care of,” he rambled gruffly, grabbing your arm and dragging you out of the office quickly.

On your way out, you passed the foyer. Despite your best efforts, Tony peered through the blinds to get a look at the “issue.” It was big enough to be seen from the office, and this just seemed to piss your dad off more. He averted his eyes quickly. His jaw was clenched so hard, you contemplated sticking your ring between his teeth as a joke, but decided against it knowing it would only make the situation worse.

The drive home was tense. His fist was tightly wrapped around the gearshift, only taking his eyes off the road to throw a glare or two at you. The minute you arrived at the tower, he grabbed your arm once again and took you to the personal floor.

“What were you thinking?! You could have jeopardized your education! Do you realize what this will look like to colleges?!” 

For some reason, you giggled a little bit, and the giggle turned into a laughing fit. Tony quickly joined you, laughing so hard tears were coming out of both of your eyes. 

“I can’t even pretend it’s not funny anymore,” he wheezed, bending over and dramatically falling to the floor. 

“You know what makes it even funnier?” you giggled, looking your dad in the eyes. “That wasn’t even the only one!” you shrieked, putting your head between your knees as you cackled. 

This only caused you both to laugh harder, clutching your stomachs like your lives depended on it. It took about five minutes for you both to sober up from the laughing ordeal, and an extra 5 for Tony to put his serious dad face back on.

“I have to admit it was a really good prank,” he smiled at you. “Even though it was fuckin’ hilarious, you’re still in hot water. I’m going to let you go without punishment this time, little miss, but if it happens again there will be actual consequences. Okay, sweetheart?”

You nodded your head in agreement, already bounding up the stairs to tell Pepper what happened.

“TONY!” She yelled downstairs, and he braced himself for the unavoidable lecture. In his opinion, though, it was worth it.

The team was in the main living room, gathered around a few files dealing with some “official business.” Amidst the normal files, there was one that stood out. It was titled “The School Incident.”

Even though they knew they shouldn’t be snooping, their curiosity outweighed their morals, and they clicked on the file.

In it was security footage from your school, detailing the exact moment the prank was pulled. Everyone sat around the table in shock, silence filling the room as they processed what they’d just seen. Apparently, you’d decided that this was the exact moment to walk in, and the Avengers all stared at you when you made your entrance. Dropping your backpack at the door heavily, you flopped down on the couch exasperatedly. 

“Y’all. I had such a weird day, this guy named- Why is everyone looking like they just saw a ghost?” you asked, confusion spelled out on your face. Your eyes focused next on what the team had pulled up on the screen, and realization flashed in your eyes as you jumped up and ran out of the room. You didn’t even bother trying to explain. The Avengers burst out into laughter as they followed you out of the room, the ruckus so loud it Peter could probably hear it in Queens. You had no choice but to run, and run you did.

[miiilowo]

what's endogenic if you don't mind me asking? i have seen that as a dni in a lot of blogs and idk what it is

note: this does get sort of ranty as i explain, sorry about that. im not upset with You or anything im just upset about the subject in general

its a term that describes systems (e.g. DID or other similar things; when theres a bunch of personalities living in the same brain) that formed without trauma being the inciting factor in them being plural. Typically, systems are formed because some traumatic incident occurred (usually in early childhood) that caused their brain to sort of section itself off for protection. great, good, whatever. a lot of people dont like the idea that systems can exist without that trauma being there. and while i can see where these people are coming from, its generally an assholeish move to deny the existence of a large swathe of people & invalidate their experiences on the basis of them not fitting their idea of what they should be.

im not a system myself, but i am friends with a few & am dating a member of a system, (both traumagenic & endogenic) and i can confidently say that people who are anti-endogenic are kind of stuck in the same mindset that transmeds/truscums are. the idea that you have to meet THIS SPECIFIC LIST OF REQUIREMENTS for your experience to be valid is dumb as hell and i simply do not agree with it. ive known endogenic systems who were presented this diagnosis by mental health professionals, which kind of proves in of itself that 1. this can happen. not every system has to be formed through trauma. sometimes people are just like that 2. to assume we know everything about the human brain and how it works is absolutely ridiculous 3. clearly, not every non-traumagenic system is faking it. which leads into my next point

a lot of people who are anti-endo think that all endogenic systems are faking it for attention (which is, of course, not true). im sure there are some people who do fake being a system, but imo, its 10000000000x worse to be an ass to a bunch of people on the basis that some of them might be faking it.

i would rather be kind to 99 people faking a disability or illness, than deny any sort of courtesy or help to the one person in that group of 100 who is genuinely disabled. and being a dick to endogenic systems falls under that most of the time. like, its kind of hard to miss when youve got a whole bunch of people milling around with you in your head, you know? and its a lot harder to keep up that act in a convincing manner

even those who are "faking it" aren't harming anyone, at least, not on the scale that anti-endos seem to claim that they do. theres subreddits dedicated to bullying these people just sharing their experiences and it is deeply fucked up. hope this helps genuinely. sorry for ranting this just genuinely bothers me as someone who is close to so many systems

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im turning off reblogs because i cannot handle any kind of discourse To Be Frank and this is gaining more notes than i'd like it to + some of the stuff said here was slightly wrong, though the overall point is not

[frogletscribe]

Until It Doesn't Hurt

Chapter 2 - Me to a Stranger

Summary: 20 years since the RDA was pushed off of the moon of Pandora, they are back once more. The RDA thinks their only problem is the traitor Jake Sully and his family, but as it turns out, Jake wasn’t the only ‘problem’ left behind 20 years ago. Anthe was a child soldier, stolen from their home and forced to learn the ways of the humans, erasing any of their connections to the Na’vi from before. Finally free from the RDA’s hold after being trapped in cryosleep, and they're about to make themselves everyone's problem.

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Neteyam finds what he's looking for.

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Pairing: Aged Up!Neteyam X Nonbinary!Na'vi!Reader/OC (OC and Neteyam are both around 20)

Warnings: Mentions of Past Violence, Mentions of Past Trauma, Mild Claustrophobia, No Use of Y/N, Blood

WC: 2035 words. AO3 Link Here

A/N: I'm so excited people are liking this oml. Thank you for reading! I dont know that i will keep up this particular pace that I have going right now, but im trying to stay ahead of posting by about a chapter as of right now, if that makes sense.

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It had been about a week since the raid, and Neteyam still could not get the thought of that stranger out of his head. The image of them disappearing into the trees, golden eyes burning, seemed burned into his mind, coming back to haunt him anytime it got too quiet. Mo’at had meditated on the incident, but Eywa had given her no clear answers, and thus Neteyam was left to wait and hope he would see the stranger again. Worse still, his siblings had caught on and started to tease him about it, how he was so caught up in a person he had never even met. Lo’ak was the worst, constantly poking him about his ‘special someone’, even going so far as to make jokes that Neteyam had already chosen his future mate. Neteyam brushed off the comments with great annoyance and no small amount of embarrassment. He didn’t know how he felt, or why the stranger plagued him so. He tried seeking answers at the Spirit Tree, asking Eywa for some kind of answer, and ended up leaving feeling just as frustrated as when he arrived. He took instead to looking for a distraction, something to keep his mind from wandering back in circles where it had seemed stuck for the last week. 

Hunting came to Neteyam as naturally as breathing, a skill he had honed to a perfect edge. He stalked silently through the forest, looking for any signs of prey worthy of a good hunt. The forest around him was quiet and calm, the syaksyuk chittering in the branches high above Neteyams head. The warrior's ears swiveled forward, catching the sound of something further up ahead. He dropped to a crouch, bow drawn as he silently crawled ahead. Before him lay a small clearing, one he knew yerik would often frequent for the small pond at its center, but there were no yerik that he could see. There was another sound, branches cracking, as something pushed its way into the clearing. Neteyam heard it groan as he pressed closer to the tree line, trying to get a better look. 

It was a person, quickly collapsing to their knees at the edge of their pond. They were Na’vi in shape, but wore the torn and tattered garments of the sky people. The stranger huffed tiredly, shoving their backpack and massive gun off of their shoulders and onto the ground besides them. Their hair hung limp and unkept around their face, obscuring their features. Neteyam watched, frozen, as the stranger hastily shoveled water into their mouth and across their face. He watched as they paused, smoothing their hair back with three-fingered hands before pulling a canteen from their bag and filling it. Neteyam could properly see them now, how tired and thin they looked. Their clothes were stained and dirty, torn full of holes. He saw the faint lines of old scars along their bare arms, surrounded by glittering tahní. He noted the delicate touch to their features, marred only by a slight hollowness to their cheeks and dark bags under their eyes. The same eyes that had haunted him for the last week. Eywa had heard his prayers, Neteyam would have his answers.

Neteyam lowered his bow, before pulling himself up to stand, eyes never leaving the figure at the pond. The stranger stiffened at the movement, their eyes locking on him, wide and bewildered as Neteyam made himself known. They did not move as the warrior stepped into the clearing, their expression quickly training itself into something hard and unreadable.

“{Hello.}” Neteyam started, holding the stranger's gaze as he made the Na’vi gesture for ‘I see you’ towards them. They did not speak or return the gesture, only watching as they very slowly gathered their belongings back onto their shoulders.

“{You were at the raid.}” Neteyam tried again, “{You gave us warning.}” Still, the stranger remained silent. Neteyam wondered if perhaps they did not speak Na’vi, given their choice of clothes and weapon. The stranger rose to stand slowly, golden eyes never leaving him.

“Do you speak english?” Neteyam spoke again, the foreign language feeling strange on his tongue. He never liked speaking the sky peoples tongue, it felt clunky on his lips, but learning it had been a necessity for communication with the sky people at Hell Gate. The English seemed to surprise the stranger, their naked brow furrowing slightly at the sound. They seemed to regard Neteyam for a moment, then huffed a breath and nodded. Progress. Feeling emboldened, Neteyam took another step forward, only for the stranger to take several steps back, hand darting to a large knife on their belt and hissing defensively. Their tail thrashed anxiously behind them. Neteyam held up his arms placatingly, trying to show he meant no harm, making a show of putting his bow down slowly. But he made the mistake of looking away from them. It was barely a second but the stranger was already running, taking off through the trees and away from Neteyam. The warrior cursed, quickly slinging his bow over a shoulder as he began to give chase.

The stranger was faster than Neteyam would have expected for someone both clearly exhausted and so heavily encumbered, still not so fast that he wouldn’t catch up with relative ease. They darted through the forest like a panicked yerik, crashing over roots and low hanging branches in their scramble to escape him. It was loud and messy, but they still managed to keep just far enough ahead that Neteyam could not reach them. 

“Wait!” The warrior tried to call after them, but he went ignored, the strangers sprint hardly letting up as they hastily ducked another branch. Neteyan ran harder, reaching out to try and grab hold of their arm when they suddenly stopped. Neteyam crashed into them, sending the pair sprawling into the dirt in a tangle of limbs. The stranger began to scramble beneath him, shuffling backwards, but Neteyam grabbed them, hauling them both upright from the dirt as the stranger struggled in his hold.

“I said, wait.” Neteyam huffed, feeling exasperated as the stranger twisted in his grip. Again they surprised him with their strength despite their less than stellar state, as he held tighter to keep them in place.

“Fuck- Ah! Let go!” The stranger yelped, seeming increasingly distressed, but they weren’t looking at Neteyam, they were looking past him, at something behind him. Neteyam scowled, turning his head to follow their gaze. Above them, perched the hulking form of a Palulukan, slowly stalking towards them, its four pupils shrinking to slits as it released a low growl.

“Oh shit. Run!” Neteyam scrambled to haul them both to their feet, dragging them to a sprint back the way they had come. The Palulukan sprang after them, crashing through the trees with a roar. Neteyams path was quick but calculated, attempting to avoid the snagging roots and branches, pulling the stranger by their bicep to keep them with him. He needed to get them both up and out of there, beelining for where he had left his Ikran to wait for him during his abandoned hunt. The Palulukan tore after them, hot on their heels as the Na’vi ran. The stranger was breathing heavily at Neteyam’s side, they made no move to remove themselves from his grip, running with him to the best of their ability. 

The Palulukan roared again and Neteyam was suddenly shoved to the ground hard, the heavy weight of the stranger landing painfully on top of him. The predator crashed through the trees in front of them, struggling to stop its momentum. The pair rolled, the stranger pulling Neteyam up with a pained grunt as they took off once more.

“This way!” Neteyam panted, pulling himself up onto a low tree trunk. The stranger followed, and Neteyam noticed their massive gun and backpack were gone, lost somewhere in the chase. He led them quickly up into the trees, towards his waiting Ikran, his head on a swivel trying to track the Palulukan still hunting them. Neteyam whistled for his mount, calling the creature down from the tree tops, and quickly pulling himself and companion onto its back. The stranger let him pull them against his front as Neteyam connected with his Ikran, quickly taking off just as the enormous Palulukan bounded onto the branch where they had just been. Neteyam ascended quickly, breaking the treeline above faster than what might have been considered safe, but the adrenaline was pumping too hard in his veins to worry about that now. 

“Fuck-” Neteyam heard the stranger gasp, their hands frying to grip where his arm held them around the waist for dear life. Their back was pressed hard to his chest, enough that he could feel the erratic beating of their heart. Sweat trickled down their neck, sticking stray dark hairs to their blue skin. They looked around, wild eyed as Neteyam evened out his flying. He tried pulling away slightly, but they only gripped him harder.

“The danger is gone.” Neteyam tried to reassure them. This is not how he had envisioned finding the stranger again, but he could admit, he was not displeased.

“Put me down.” They spoke finally, voice sounding shaky.

“I will take you somewhere safe. We can talk-”

“No.” They interrupted. “Put me down. Now. My gear is back there, I need it.”

“Back- Are you insane? There is a Palulukan back there! We barely made it out!” Neteyam guffawed in disbelief.

“I need- fuck- I need my gear!” The stranger insisted, now sounding pained. Neteyam scowled at them. Then he saw it, or rather felt it. A growing wetness across his right side, trickling down his arm where he held them as well as his front. He pulled away, making the stranger wince, and grimacing as he saw the cause. A large gash stretched across their shoulder blade and bicep, bleeding profusely. The Palulukan had managed a swipe at them, most likely in that last fall. Quickly, Neteyam pressed himself back into them in an attempt to to lessen the bleeding.

“You are injured. You need a Tsahik.” 

“I’m fine-”

“You are not fine! I am taking you to the Tsahik. Do not argue.” It was his turn to interrupt, pulling the stranger more closely to him as he turned his Ikran to the direction of High Camp. They seemed to deflate, groaning but not fighting him anymore, seeming to settle. Neteyam decided to send word ahead with his throat com, 

“{Devil Dog, Eagle Eye, this is Pathfinder, do you read me?}”

For a moment there was nothing, then, the crackle of static as someone answered.

“{Pathfinder this is Devil Dog, I read you.}” Neteyam’s fathers voice spoke, crackling in his earpiece.

“{Sir, I’m headed back to camp. There was a Palulukan, I have an injured Na’vi with me in need of immediate medical attention.}”

“{Are you injured?}” The Olo’eyktan asked, sounding concerned.

“{No, Sir. Just the person with me.}” Neteyam reassured him. He glanced down, checking on his passenger. The stranger was still, breathing ragged as their head drooped to one side as they struggled to stay conscious.

“{But they’re not doing well. They’ve lost a lot of blood.}”

“{Alright, I’ll let the healers tent know you’re coming.}”

“{Understood.}” Neteyam let the com line go silent, mentally urging his Ikran to fly faster.

“You use military call signs…” A soft voice murmured below him, sounding labored and raspy.

“We do.” Neteyam agreed, not sure how to respond to the observation. The call signs they used were in English, something taught to Omatikayan warriors by his father for communication during the raids. Neteyam was Pathfinder, Lo’ak Eagle Eye, and their father was Devil Dog. The stranger remained quiet, not elaborating on their thoughts further.

“We are almost there.” The warrior soothed. He could feel their blood dripping down their back and over his right thigh. The stranger did not respond as they rounded one of the many floating islands of the Hallelujah Mountains towards High Camp. Neteyam shook them lightly, trying to rouse a response, but got nothing. Only the sounds of shallow breaths. They were still alive, just barely.

[fish-with-hair0-0]

Today I all I will do is breathe

That's all I can do

The incident stole my breath away it stole my ability to speak and my ability to swim through the torrent of bullshit

So today all I will do is breathe.

Back to the basics i suppose.

The bricks that plague my gut feel lighter each breath in but that just makes the exhale more painful

I will fight the urge to hold in my breath because it will fail. And the brick will drop and land harder than before and perhaps it will rip a bleeding hole. Perhaps my spine will become stuck to it and it will fall with it and I will become a useless bag of gelati lying on the floor. My blood would pour into the ground and stay their staining the carpet and then the wood under it.

It's a strange feeling to be injured and blame the wrong creator. I got home after the incident and felt the need to destroy. Noone was home to stop me.

I grabbed a piece of wood which had previously been my entertainment . Now my wrath was directed at it. I cut towards me. And I did not feel the pain. Instead I placed my bloody finger were I had made the cut. I blamed the notch in the wood not the knife. This is not a metaphore for the incident. If it were accurate I blame the knife and the wood the knife for making the cut the wood for pushing it into my finger.

The first time for anything is strange especially when it's the first for a certain kind of pain

Seeing a person who's actions say your family and freinds should die is shocking to say the least

It is shocking to hear myself say it and it makes me tense. And I bend over as if i was stabbed in the gut

This will be the first of many incidents. It will break my trust for a while each time. And I hope I never have to have the pain of it being someone I liked.

It feels naive to be so sad and scared when there are those who went through it every day. But I will not apologize for being niave. I just wish it could stay that way, for me and for everyone else

I enjoyed their presence I thought we might be freinds. it makes me hate my mind for not knowing. it makes me hate me. And I cannot stand for that. But for now it is one breathe at a time. I cannot swim. Not yet and I don't have the energy to try. But I will in time

Maybe...

I will let others decide who i am l or why I experienced this because no matter who i am my experience is alive. No matter if you see yourself in it or see someone else.

I wrote it so I could understand

I dont know if this feeling is universal but if it is then I understand. And I refuse to get used to feeling this way.

[satansindexfinger]

Hc of The brothers and accidental kiss

Note: Thanks for the request! I'm a sucker for these ahshd

Warnings: none

Summary: You leaned over the demons shoulder, intending on handing him a report/class notes. You called his name while doing so, naturally prompting him to turn his head your direction... only for your lips to connect due to the miscalculation of distance between your faces.

Fluff; GN! MC, Lucifer; Mammon; Leviathan; Satan; Asmodeous;Beelzebub; Belphegor

Lucifer

Oh.

O h. Lucifer certainly didn't expect to meet your lips when he was about to thank you for handing the paperwork. He had been too engrossed in his work to notice where you were situated.

Aside from his pupils dilating, he makes no visable reaction. Expects you to be the first to separate from the kiss. Definently not because he's internally flustered beyond belief and stuck in place. No sir.

Once you pull away his eyes will linger on you for a few beats, taking in your expression; you liked that, right? Your face is adorable when you're flushed like that. It takes Lucifer every bit of will he has not to let his own blush show.

Has the nerve to appear completely unbothered and even smirk.

"Well.. that was unexpected. I must say, I am kind of dissappointed - it wasn't a proper kiss. How about we try that again, if you don't mind? Come closer."

Mammon

It takes a moment for Mammon's brain to send him signals about what's happening. As soon as it does, this man is shooting backwards so fast he trips over air and falls on his back.

An absolute mess. Stuttering, blushing, covering his mouth, the whole nine yards. His fingers keep trailing on his lips, you notice. Cannot look you in the eyes to save his life.

"W-what's the big idea, sneakin' up on me like that?! Scared the crap outta me.. give me a warnin' n-next time, ya dumb human! How bold can ya get, doin' that to me?!"

Mammon, you're the one who turned.

Once he's calmed down he gets back up and makes an attempt to face you again. Albeit with a blush going up his ears and fingers still on his lips; as if he's savoring your exchange.

"No fair.. I wanted our first kiss to be special, damnit. So this one doesn't count, okay?!"

Immediate regret felt and tantrum thrown after he realizes what he just said.

Leviathan

If you thought Mammon had a freakout... oh boy. Levi is ten the times embarrassed and overreacting. Looks like he's committed every possible crime; he's that emotional about it.

Both hands covering his overly red face, speech too frantic for you to understand aside from a few 'sorry's and some self deprecating comments.

The situation reminds Levi of a certain anime and that only makes him more flushed, and somewhat wistful. He liked it, dont get him wrong! He just thinks you might have not appreciated it like he did.

Please reassure him. The avatar of envy needs it as to not regret it for the rest of his life.

"A-are you sure it's okay? I mean, we just k-kissed, y'know?! This kind of thing only happens in my fantasy world.. wait, h-hold on, I didn't mean-"

Has trouble looking you in the eyes after that little incident. Keeps the memory of it close to his heart though, and always will.

Satan

It takes him off guard for about two seconds. In those two seconds he debates on whether he should deepen the kiss, since it's something he's been wanting for awhile, or if he should pull away. He decides on the latter as he wants to confirm your feelings (if you have any) before doing that.

"Ah.. sorry about that. I didn't realize you were that close."

Treats it like it's no big deal, but his heart it hammering inside his chest. And you don't miss the faint blush on his cheeks as he coughs in his hand in an attempt to change topic.

Thanks you for the notes and makes casual conversation, hoping to change the mood and pretend the kiss never happened.

Satan's eyes seem to, unconsciously, trail towards your lips when he's talking to you for the next week or so.

Try as he might he cannot forget that brief moment and will bring it up to you, asking if you liked it and if you'd rather get a proper kiss from him.

Asmodeous

Surprised as he is, Asmo wastes no time in keeping your lips pressed just a second longer than would be considered accidental. It's his way of enticing you, hoping you liked the taste of him enough to ask for more.

Pretends to be shocked, squealing and giggling like a high school girl. All the while teasing you like

"Oh, sorry honey! Then again.. was it really an accident~? It's okay to admit you just wanted to kiss me! I would never deny you that. You were so sneaky with it too~ Ahh, it's adorable!"

You'd think the avatar of lust doesn't think much of it.. if it weren't for all the situations he'd tried to get both of you into where just a turn of his head would result in you "accidentally" kissing again.

Is honestly flabbergasted you don't intentionally seek out his lips after that! Maybe he should try harder to captivate you next time~

Beelzebub

It takes you pulling away sharply for Beel to realize what had just happened. He's a bit frozen in place, the hands holding his snacks at a standstill while a faint blush decorates his face.

"Ah, sorry... thanks for the homework, MC."

His face doesn't return to its normal colour the rest of the day. He apologizes again if he's made you uncomfortable, even if it was an accident and he had no way of predicting it.

It is kind of a problem for Beel.. he enjoyed the taste of your lips, brief as it was, more than any kind of food he'd put past them. He's hungry in a way he didn't even conceive before.

But Beel is respectful. Will not bring the incident up until you do, and if you do he will make it known he enjoyed it.

"Sorry again, MC. It's just... I want more. You don't have to kiss me again if you don't want to but.. Could you?"

Belphegor

Tries to appear unbothered and apathetic but the colour on his cheeks, going all the way up his ears gives his true feelings away. He cannot meet your eyes too, trying to distract himself.

"Jeez... thanks for the papers, but you didn't have to get all close like that. What if I butted my head on yours? You'd probably be crying instead of giving me the face you are right now."

Belphie, you can't even see their face with how you refuse to look at them-

Waves his hand in an attempt to dismiss you and assures you he's got whatever it is he needed the notes for.

Although as soon as you make your move to leave, Belphie is giving you a confused look and tugging at your sleeve.

"Really? You're gonna pretend this didn't happen and just leave me like that? I don't think so. Either tell me what you thought about it or just.. let me redo it."

[almatiarau]

Finding Hope (JHS x F. Reader One Shot)

Ø    Pairing: Dilf! Hoseok x Teacher Assistant! F.Reader

Ø    Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Ø    Rating: M (18+)

Ø    Warnings: Mentions of side character’s death, mentions of infertility, mentions of woman’s related health issue (endometriosis, preeclampsia), reader will ponder around self-deprivation a lot so if you are triggered by this please beware, adoption talks, curse words, kissing, groping, oral (m. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, safety first guys!)

Ø    Word Count: ~12k

Ø    Disclaimers: I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me! Also don’t mix up the visual for this fic with their real life, be wise 😉

Ø    Summary: Jung Hoseok relies on you, the lovely teacher assistant of his child’s daycare to help him ease the chaotic life of a working single dad. Finding mutual bond over the tragic incidents happened in both of your past, will you be able to find hope in each other to move on and live a more “hopeful” life?

Ø    Songs to be listened to: Lay your head on me – Crush, Angel Baby – Troye Sivan, Someone like you - lullaboy

Author’s Note: Hi guys so in celebration of Hobiuary, and to celebrate the day of love too on Feb 14th, I’ve decided to release this earlier. I’m scared I will have things to do by the 18th so I hope you dont mind. However this fic is a celebration of Mr Jung Hoseok’s birthday on the 18th so HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOBII, wishing him all the best in life, full of love and tenderness and I wish him lifelong happiness and health! Happy reading and as always, your comments and feedbacks will be hugely appreciated. Thank you.

It’s just 15 minutes after 4PM when drops of rain starting to pour outside the windows. You always love the rain, the sound of little droplets, and the smell of rainwater meets the grass is just calming to you. Same with this room, might not be big in size, but filled with many things you love. Drawings pinned to the wall, racks filled with fairytale books you would never be bored to re-read, colorful paper garlands across the ceilings. This classroom is your tiny world. 

People will say you’re torturing yourself, strangely to you though, you found more strength within pairs of innocent eyes looking up at you, eager for you to guide them for the next activities to have fun that day. Putting it simply, you just love kids. You’ve always loved them, even when you were younger, your aunts will gladly ask you to look after your younger cousins, they say you’re a natural.

So when at the age of 19 you were diagnosed with a severe case of endometriosis, your world was crashing down. You went out to 3 different OBGYNs who said the same thing, either you go for surgery to remove your uterus, or it would endanger your life.

Long story short, the money your parents saved up for your college tuition went out for your surgery. Within the confusion about your future and career, you found out that you could pursue a certification as a day-care assistant teacher. So you went for it. Your parents were worried since you’ll be working with children while actually, you just lost the ability to carry your own. But you thought the other way around. It’s the only way you could take care of children, nurture them, and it would be enough for you.

“Miss Y/N, can I have another candy please?”

Jung So Mi, the last child left in your class because her father just informed you that he was stuck in a last-minute meeting and would require an additional 30 minutes before he could pick her up. You don’t mind it though, as you don’t have anything to do anyway. You live alone in Seoul, leaving your parents at your hometown to pursue better job opportunity. Seoul being the country’s capital offers you a higher remuneration, so you packed your bag 4 years ago and left your town.

“So Mi dear, I think your father will come soon, no? You already had 2 candies after lunch today, it’s already on your limit.” You pat her hair gently. She has her hair in two braids and one of it is already loose.

“Why don’t you sit here while I tell you another story as I braid your hair?” You motion her to sit next to you on the bench just beside the classroom’s door.

“Can I braid Barbie’s hair while you do mine?”

“Sure dear.”

So Mi is only 3.5 years old but she’s very bright for her age, always polite and also very neat. She always cleans up after herself properly. She’s also very empathetic and never hesitate to help her friends in class. You always wonder how her mother is, since her father is the one who always drop and pick her up for the past 1.5 years you’ve known her.

You were just finished tying up her little braid when you hear gentle knocks on the door.

“So Mi, that must be your father.” You pat her shoulder, motioning both of you to the front of the classroom.

You open the sliding door slightly and find yourself eyes to eyes with Jung Hoseok, So Mi’s father. He’s quite young compared to other kids’ fathers in your class. He also always dressed so impeccably in your opinion, making him looking even younger. If you passed by him on the street, you might not think that he has a daughter. His hair had been looking a bit lighter too nowadays, from the usual jet-black hair you’re familiar with, now he’s sporting more of a dark brown with lighter highlights. He’s definitely handsome, and when he smiles, you can feel it in your heart.

“Hello Ms. Y/N, I’m very sorry for troubling you again today.” He bows slightly. “I know I’ve been asking for extensions a few times now.”

“Hello Mr. Jung, no worries at all, I always like hanging out with little So Mi here.” You stroke So Mi’s hair gently as she giggles and hugs her father’s leg.

“I really appreciate it.” He takes So Mi’s backpack from you before handing out a paper bag towards you. “I came across the bakery on my way and please accept this as a token of my appreciation.”

You can’t help but surprised. You never received anything from the parents so far, and you never expected ones too.

“Mr. Jung, you really don’t have to.” You bow to him.

“Please Ms. Y/N I insist, I heard the earl grey cake from this bakery is really good, please try it.” He flashes you his contagious smile and you feel like you don’t have any other option but to take it.

“Thank you very much Mr. Jung.”

Hoseok kneels down to be at eye level with So Mi. “Honey, say thank you to Ms. Y/N before we go?”

So Mi nods and looks up at you with her sparkling eyes. “Thank you Ms. Y/N, see you tomorrow.”

“You’re welcome sweetheart.”

Hoseok nods one more time before stepping away.

“Wait, Mr. Jung?”

He stops in his track on the hallway and looks back at you questioningly. You move forward a few steps to get closer.

“I-if… if maybe you need someone to watch over So Mi, I mean, outside day care schedule… Uhm… I can do it for you.”

You feel a bit shy to offer, but you’ve been thinking about it for a while. Mr Jung had been asking for time extensions a few times now and you can see how distraught he look when he picked So Mi up, so you thought maybe he really need a helping hand. In addition to that, you could always use the extra money.

Hoseok can’t help his surprised face at your offer. Honestly, it’s a very tempting offer since he really is swamped with work right now. He’s the head of Visual Merchandiser Team at a very well-known retail store nationwide, and the company is planning to revamp their current main store in Itaewon, with deadline of the re-opening getting closer and closer, he really works his ass off every day. But he also can’t help but think that you will be overqualified to “babysit” So Mi.

“Ms. Y/N, I appreciate your offer very very much, and I really do in a dire need of a helping hand, however aren’t you too overqualified just to look after So Mi? I mean, I don’t want to burden you…”

You shake your head. “No Mr. Jung, I mean, I’m just a teacher assistant, so I’m not that “overly qualified” and I won’t be offering if I didn’t want to. Honestly, I really enjoy spending time with So Mi, and I do have lots of free time…” You look down slowly, hands fidgeting right above the hem of your shirt. “And… I could also use the extra money, if that’s alright.”

“Oh, in that case, I would glad to accept your offer Ms. Y/N, are you okay with staying with So Mi until night? I mean, I’m so sorry I have to be honest with you upfront, but yeah, work had been so hellish.”

“No problem Mr. Jung, just text me when you will be needing me.”

Hoseok smiles and nods at you before walking back to the entrance door, hand in hand with little Jung So Mi.

It’s been almost 3 months now that you regularly visit the Jung’s house. Usually, your schedule is three times a week on weekdays, even though So Mi visited the daycare every day, aside from weekends. Hoseok said he tries to get away from work at least twice a week, to go home on time so he can spend quality time with his daughter. So, for the other 3 days, he usually got home at around 9PM at night, looking very tired but still maintain his lively attitude.

You also finally found out what happened to So Mi’s mother. Just two weeks into your schedule, Hoseok came back home earlier than usual, and he brought dinner, so he asked you to stay to eat together. You weren’t trying to pry, but when Hoseok and So Mi started to say a prayer for the late mother, you got the idea. You couldn’t help to feel sympathy for both of them. How challenging and hurtful it must be to be losing a wife and a mother like that.

Tonight is another one of your “shift”. So Mi however already exhausted with playing jumping rope with you in the afternoon, so once you gave her a bath after dinner, she dozes off into slumberland. Hoseok tells you to make yourself comfortable in his house, allowing you to eat or cook anything in his pantry or fridge, also you are welcome to watch any movies you’d like in his living room. So, here you are, with a cup of hot chamomile tea and a bag of chips, scrolling through his Netflix account.

The clock just turned 8.00PM when you hear a car parked in the garage, not long after followed by beeping of keys before Hoseok comes in. He’s wearing a crisp black shirt tonight, sleeve rolled to his forearms, hair pushed back with a pair of tight black jeans and a pair of red and black Air Jordan sneakers. He always looks good, but tonight you feel he looks exceptionally hot too.

“Oh Mr Jung, you come back early.” You stand up from the couch straighten up your crinkled shirt.

“Just call me Hoseok, Y/N, we’ve talked about this right.” He winks at you while neatly place his sneakers onto the shoes drawer.

“Oh yes, Hoseok… I mean I don’t want to be impolite, since you’re older than me.”

“Nonsense, you’re just 2 years younger, no big deal, my juniors at work even calls my name too.” He walks toward the kitchen island just behind the living room and put down a tall paper bag.

“So Mi slept kinda early today, she’s exhausted after playing jumping rope, so I think you need to be aware that maybe she’ll awake earlier too tomorrow.” You walk to the kitchen island too, standing just opposite him as he pours himself a glass of water.

He peers at you while drinking, making you distracted by his Adam Apple’s bobbing up and down.

“Is that so?” He puts back the glass and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Y-y-yes.” Darn it, why does he have to look so good, you practically having a hard time to concentrate. “So anyway, since you’re here, I think I’m just gonna get going…”

“Y/N wait, well, there was some celebration in the office today, so they packed me this bottle of wine and some chicken. Do you wanna eat dinner first? I can call you a cab later?” He takes out the dark-colored bottle with red cap on and other boxes of packed takeaway foods from the paper bag.

You hesitate a little just because you don’t want to intrude his peaceful night, but then again, it’s Jung Hoseok you’re talking about, the man would always encourage you to take better care of yourself every time he has the chance.

“Okay, if it’s not too troublesome for you.”

“None of that.” He waves his hand nonchalantly. “Can you please take these boxes to the dining table? I will prepare the plates and chopsticks.”

You nod and carefully carry the three boxes to the table. You also come back to grab the bottle of wine and put it down. Not long after, Hoseok comes back with plates, chopsticks, wine glasses and a corkscrew. He expertly pops off the wine bottle and pour the red liquid into both glasses, passing one to you.

You spend the next hour eating the delicious chicken cuisines and downing the divine wine. Your once tense nerves are calming down and you found yourself in delightful conversation with Hoseok. He tells you funny stories about the stunts his team usually has to pull to meet some deadlines, how stressful his work is but at the same time he loves it so much. He’s a creative person and you know it, always has keen eyes on beautiful things, arts, clothes, even his home is very stylish, considering he’s a single father with a toddler.

“I really envy you for having so much love for what you doing.” You relax on the single seater just beside Hoseok who leans back on the couch in the living room.

“Yeah, I think I’m just lucky… or else, I would be the most unfortunate man on earth.” His gaze fills with longing, just a bit glassy, and the first thing comes to your mind is probably he misses his late wife.

“By the way, Hoseok, I’m so sorry for your wife.” You only tiptoed over topic so far, never really ask him directly or telling him that you know, but with tonight’s atmosphere, you feel like you need to say something about it, give your respect and condolences.

He smiles weakly at you before putting down the wine glass on the coffee table.

“Thank you Y/N, it’s actually been almost 4 years now?” He furrows his brows as if trying to remembering something. “Hee Young passed away when she gave birth to So Mi…” Hoseok smiles painfully as he stares ahead.

“You don’t need to tell me anything if it’s too much for you, I’m sorry for bringing it up.” Unconsciously, you reach out for his hand and squeezes gently.

“No, no, it’s okay. I mean, you are with So Mi almost everyday, I mean we’re friends too, right?” He squeezes your hand back. “I’m okay now, and maybe I need to let it out once in a while.”

You nod gently, thumb grazing over the back of his hand.

“It was quite sudden actually, the pregnancy was going very well for the first and second trimester, but then, when it’s entering 8 months, Hee Young’s blood pressure raised up very quickly… and it was blurry for me because one day everything is fine, we were just discussing the theme of the nursery and the next thing, the doctors are asking me for emergency surgery and asked me… worst comes to worst, who will be my priority to be saved…”

You squeeze his hand a little bit harder to show your sympathy. It breaks your heart dearly to hear such a horrific situation came upon someone as good as him. It also reminds you that people do have their own hardships. You can’t help but reminiscing a bit about your past heartbreak, the thought of losing something forever.

Hoseok squeezes your hand back; he looks at you with glassy eyes but still with a warm courageous smile.

“Of course Hee Young wanted me to save our child, and I… I just couldn’t say no to her…” He shakes his head slowly. “But in a way, the universe kind of saving me from having to decide undecidable thing like that, we just lost her, she lost too many bloods and… it was not an option for me anymore.”

When Hoseok buries his head between his palms, you can’t help yourself to move besides him and gently pat his shoulder, letting him know that he can confide in you any time, that you will always listen, just like tonight.

It doesn’t take long for him to smile back at you, sniffling a little bit, but you can see in his eyes that he copes with it well.

“I’m sorry Y/N, it’s not supposed to be a somber night like this.”

“No, it’s alright, I mean, please understand that if you need someone to talk to about this, you can talk to me anytime.”

He chuckles lightly while patting your hair slightly, giving you goosebump all over, even if you know it’s an innocent touch.

“No way I would burden you with sappy stories like this again.”

“Well, Hoseok, if it makes it better for you, my story is not also rainbows and unicorns.” You smile weakly.

“Oh? Oh, I’m so sorry, I talked too much about myself I haven’t even asked of yours…”

“No, no, it’s okay, and I swear I’m not trying to get your pity or something, it’s just… hearing your story, feeling how devastated you must have felt, kind of bringing back some memories from the past.”

Hoseok looks at you questioningly, lips pouting a little bit.

You divert your eyes sideways, somehow your heart aches to see him straight in the eyes when you wanted to tell him your “baggage”. It’s funny, considering you think you are not in any way would end up in a situation with him that would make your condition is, a little bit concerning right? So, why hesitate? Why scared?

You wet your lips a couple times, just a little habit of yours when you’re nervous. Your hands also clenching and unclenching several times. You don’t realize that Hoseok pays attention to you, so he takes both of your hands in his and sooth his thumbs over the back of your hands.

“Y/N it’s okay, you don’t need to tell me anything if it’s too hard for you…”

You shake your head as tears starts brimming in your eyes.

“No, I mean, I want to tell you because… I think… I think in a way, I can understand the feeling of losing something forever.”

“Okay… What happened sweetheart?”

You can barely register the pet name he uses, but you have to remind yourself, it’s just the situation, it’s not a big deal.

“When I was 19, I had my uterus removed because of severe Endometriosis.” You take a deep breath. “So, I will never ever have a chance to carry my own child.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Hoseok pulls you in for a hug as his hand gently stroke your hair. “It must have been very hard for you, Y/N, I’m so sorry to hear it.”

Your hands fall limb besides you as tears started to flow. You haven’t thought about it for a long long time, or maybe you did but you always try to suppress it. It’s not like you can complaint to your parents, because it’s not their fault. Moreover, you’ve seen your mother crying so hard the day you decided to take the surgery. Your friends? They couldn’t understand the severity of the situation at that age. They thought having a child were not a priority, even some considering they might better off without them, and that’s okay, that’s their own choice. But you did need to talk about it, about the possibility of disappointing your future partner when you had to tell them that sorry, you can’t carry their child, ever.

People said you need to talk to a therapist, but it costed a lot. Your parents could barely afford the cost of your surgery, let alone to pay for additional therapy sessions. So, you’ve been trying to accept it every day of your life since then. First, you made yourself busy with certification. Second, you didn’t get involve with boys. And that’s how you’ve lived your life for the past 8 years. Yes, you cry from time to time, especially when watching movies alone where the characters are having a baby. But you always reminded yourself that once you throw away all the used-up Kleenex, you are to move on. You can’t afford being sad, you need to work for yourself and especially for your parents back home.

Hoseok pulls back a little bit when he feels that you are too quiet. “Y/N, are you okay?”

You hurriedly swipe away your tears with the back of your hands, the thought of him looking at you with puffy red eyes and possibly snots all around horrified you.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Hoseok leans over the coffee table to take a box of tissue and hand the sheets to you gently.

“Y/N, listen to me, it’s not something you should be ashamed with to share with me, okay? I’m not going to judge you.” He puts his hands on both of your shoulder, motioning you to face him. “You’re a very strong girl, you should be proud of yourself.”

“Thank you Hoseok.” You nod weakly. “You and So Mi also very strong.”

He smiles kindly, hand slowly stroking your hair, tucking a loose strand behind your ear. “So Mi and I are here too whenever you need us okay? We are a strong unit, aren’t we?”

You give him your warmest smile, for the first time in your life, you feel like you’ve been really seen.

It’s just another chill Friday for you and So Mi, lazily sprawled on the rug in the living room, crayons in hands as you both draw some pictures while humming some Disney Movies’ soundtrack. It’s barely 7PM and you just finished dinner. Usually, you spend the remaining time with some short movie or reading before tucking So Mi into bed at around 8PM. However, So Mi asked you whether she could draw some things first, and with those sparkling eyes, who are you to deny her request?

The sound of car engine makes your head turns towards the door, and not long after, Hoseok makes his way into the house. So Mi’s eyes light up and she hurriedly run towards his father.

“Appa!!!”

Hoseok crouches down to welcome her into a tight hug. “Hey honey, how are you today?”

“You come home early!” So Mi excitedly jumps up and down while still in his embrace. He slowly stands up with her still in his arms.

“Yup, appa wants to tuck you to bed tonight, is that okay?” He kisses her cheeks.

So Mi nods quickly as she cutely pinches both of her father’s cheeks.

“Ouch, what’s that for?” Hoseok playfully pouts his lips in annoyance.

“Because appa is the cutest!”

He laughs along with her and you can feel something stirs in your heart. How lovely it is to come home to this view every day, a gorgeous devoted loving husband, an endearing beautiful child who adores you. A picture-perfect family in your mind.

When Hoseok finds your eyes, you blink a few times to cast the thoughts away. You smile and nod to him.

“We were just drawing, So Mi wanted to draw some cocomelon characters.” You giggle as you put up her drawings towards Hoseok.

“Aren’t you my little artist?” He bops her nose lightly.

“I like to draw appa, and I like coloring too.” So Mi cutely explain with her hands all over the place, she is the cutest ever.

“I can see that, and look at you so good at it.” Hoseok then crouches back down and put So Mi back to the ground. “Why don’t you wash your hands with Ms Y/N and go to your room? Appa will wash up a bit and catch up with you guys.”

You nod understandingly and motion So Mi to follow you upstairs, while Hoseok gives you the warmest smile and mouthing Thank You.

By 8.00 PM, you have just finished tidying up So Mi’s crayons and plushies from around the living room. You look up at the stairs, hesitating whether or not you should go up to say goodbye to Hoseok before leaving the house, however, he’s tucking So Mi in, probably not a good idea to interrupt the little girl from slowly falling asleep. You walk over the couch and about to take your purse with you, when light footsteps are heard making way downstairs.

“Y/N, are you ready to go home?” Hoseok in his colorful pyjama pants and plain t-shirt calls out.

“Yes, I wasn’t sure whether I should go upstairs to say goodbye.”

“Oh, it’s okay, So Mi already asleep, she was really excited with her drawings for sure.” He chuckles.

You laugh lightly too. “Yes, she was very determined to do it, guess she gets that artsy side of you.”

Hoseok touches his ear lightly at your compliment.

“Speaking of art, Ms Y/N, wow, I’m impressed, you also have a very good hand on it.” Hoseok makes his way to the kitchen island and pulls up your drawing from between So Mi’s.

Drawing is a hobby of yours for years now. One of your ways of cheap therapy in your opinion, but you never seriously thought you are any good at it. You just love mixing some colors together and create some gradation of it inside a simple drawing of flowers, or hearts, or clouds. Sometimes you add like a dotting effect to add more textures to the drawing.

“No, please it’s just mixing some random colors.”

“Hey, seriously, I’ve been wanting to add more paintings, or drawings to the kids’ sections of the store, do you think you can make something like this but maybe bigger?”

You blink several times to digest his words. Is he asking for your doodles to be hanging up on his store?

“Hoseok, it’s just a doodle, is it even proper enough to be there?”

“Yes, I’m seriously asking you to make me a bigger doodle, as you called it, and we seriously going to commission you for this.”

You literally lost for words. “I… I…”

Hoseok walks closer to you as he searches your eyes. “Hey, Y/N, you need to have more confidence in your work, whether it’s in the daycare, which I think you’re doing a very very amazing job, So Mi literally couldn’t stop talking about you, and now this, art that you making.”

You smile shyly, cheeks flushing red. “I don’t know, it’s just weird to be taking all the compliments.”

“When you’re doing a good job, you earn it, just like every other person out there.” He lifts your chin slightly with his finger, a bit frustrated that you seem to like avoid his gaze.

“So, will you do it Ms. Y/N? I’m thinking around 100x100 cm of canvas?”

And just like So Mi did with her sparkling eyes, Hoseok’s genuine smile and warm gaze will always be your weakness.

“O-okay… any specific requests of color? Any specific theme? And when’s the deadline?”

“I’ll text you the detail later okay, I need to run through the specifics with the floor team.” He winks.

Your cheeks are still warm, as his fingers still linger on your chin. For a moment, you feel like the clock is stop ticking. You feel goosebumps running through your spine when you feel Hoseok runs his fingers from your chin, up to your cheek and finally tucking your hair besides your right ear. His hand lingers there, slowly cupping your cheek, as tensions become more palpable. His gaze flickers to your lips and you do the same, yearning to feel those luscious lips of his. You swear he moves a little bit forward and you are about to close your eyes when his phone suddenly rings on the kitchen counter. Both of you take a step back simultaneously, you scramble to take your purse and Hoseok swiftly walks to pick up the call.

You take time to adjust your breath, not realizing that you have been holding it back for a moment there. Holding your purse tightly, you wave your hand signalling Hoseok that you are leaving. He furrows his eyebrows a bit but nod to you nevertheless.

As you walk over to the bus stop, you can’t help yourself to replay everything in your head. What was that? Why did your heart beat so fast? Did he really about to kiss you or was it all just in your head? Unconsciously, you touch your lips, wishing that whatever happened, it wasn’t just in your mind…

Hoseok really goes through with his plan of commissioning you for your art. He sent you the detail of what he and his team envision for the store and it’s actually not that hard for you to bring it to life. They didn’t demand anything too much, but at the same time gave you enough details on what to focus on. He even gives you time off from babysitting So Mi so that you can have enough time and energy to do the drawing. Since they require you to get it done in just three weeks, just barely enough time before their scheduled grand re-opening.

You did ask Hoseok though, if So Mi is not with you and he obviously needs to work extra considering the approaching deadline, where would she be? Turns out before you offered to babysit, Hoseok usually drops So Mi off at his sister’s. But his sister is pregnant with her second child and it got harder and harder for her to take care two kids at the same time when her pregnancy is getting bigger. His mother had offered to come from his hometown, but he doesn’t want to burden her too much, luckily you came along with your offer.

Standing in front of your work now hanging on the wall of a well-known retail store in the city of Seoul feels surreal for you. You consider your art as something very simple, just a gradation color of baby blue, pink and lilac, inside some drawings of clouds, Hoseok says it’s cotton candy clouds, and it really suits the theme of the girl apparel section of the store.

The said man is standing next to you, also looking at your work, a proud smile plastered on his handsome face. You’re still amazed by his immense and never-ending support for you to do this drawing.

“It’s perfect, just like how I imagined it would be, you’re incredible Y/N.”

“I owe you so much for this Hoseok, this definitely one of the proudest moments in my life, thanks to you.”

“Don’t mention it, talent needs to be appreciated.”

You move forward and slowly touch the edge of your drawing’s frame, still feeling like an out of body experience.

“By the way Y/N, I’ve been meaning to ask you…”

You turn around to look at Hoseok. He’s looking straight at you, making you squirm a little bit on your spot. Since that night, the two of you never really address the situation. Things just started rolling as per usual, and maybe because you also very focused on completing your drawing and Hoseok is literally chased by deadline, you didn’t really put much thought on it.

But now, being alone with him reminds you about that night, how you were mere seconds away from colliding your lips together. However deep down inside you know, you shouldn’t feel that way. You are not allowed to feel that way. Hoseok and So Mi are too precious to you, they don’t deserve to be roped in into your doomed future.

“Yes?”

“For the grand re-opening next Friday, do you want to come along?”

“Come along…?”

Hoseok clears his throat. “Well… I mean you have your work displayed here, you definitely deserved to be invited.”

Why do you get the feel like he’s nervous or something? Or is it just in your mind again?

“Oh, well, I mean if I don’t have to accompany So Mi for you… because you’re going too, right?”

Hoseok can’t help letting out a small chuckle at your confused state. “Don’t worry about So Mi, my mother is visiting my sister this weekend, So Mi will be staying there for a while.”

You let out a nervous chuckle too. “Well in that case, okay, what time should I be here?”

Hoseok takes a step forward, moving closer. “I’m going to pick you up at 6, the event starts at 7.”

You can’t help the blush on your cheeks. If he picks you up, does it mean you go together? And if you go together, what will his co-workers say? And does this also means it’s a…

“It’s a date Ms. Y/N.” Hoseok takes you by surprise when he reaches your hand and kisses the back of your hand gently.

You can only freeze when his eyes peer slowly from your hand, gives you a wink before letting it go.

Clearing your throat so you won’t let out a squeal, you need to ask another important thing since you’ve never went to a party like this.

“Uhm… Hoseok… what kind of dress should I wear for this kind of… uhm, invitation?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He smiles widely and grab your wrist, motioning you to follow him.

“Hoseok, where are we going??”

“One of the perks of working here of course, let’s find you a dress.”

“B-but, the store isn’t open yet? There’s no staffs around, no cashier…” You look around confusedly at the empty store. The racks are already there filled with clothes but how can you try on or pay for it if it’s closed?

“Hey, aren’t you with a staff here? Am I not a staff?” Hoseok finally slows down his walks when you both reach the Women Dress area of the store. He finally let go of your hand as he starts to scour the racks.

You stand still, eyes wide filled with confusion.

“Y/N, come here and look around, tell me which one do you like.” He motions you to come closer to the racks of floor length gowns.

“But… I… I don’t know if I can afford dresses from here, it’s kinda steep for my pocket.”

Hoseok takes out a blush chiffon gown from the rack. The neckline is v-line, and the chiffon material drapes off the shoulder, creating a flowy arm, the skirt is flowing into an A line too, it’s beautifully ethereal and quite modest, just like your style.

“I think this will fit you so beautifully, and I notice that you wear lots of this muted pastel colors, it suits you a lot.”

“It really is beautiful Hoseok and I love it, but…”

“Come on, let’s see if it’s fit.” He takes your hand again and leads you to the dressing room. It’s still felt weird for you to roam around a closed store like this but at the same time, you love the new thrilling sensation. You’ve never had an adventure like this before.

In 10 minutes, you are facing a huge mirror inside a dressing room, ready to open the curtains to show Hoseok how the dress fits you like a glove. He really knows your style and the dress really accentuates your shape and skin tone, making you glow like a fairy.

“Okay, here it goes.” You open the curtains slowly, stepping out of the small room into Hoseok’s view who is now sitting on a sofa just outside the rows of dressing rooms.

He stares at you with glint in his eyes but no words come out of his mouth.

“Well?” You make a twirl. “I honestly think this fits me well and I do love the color and the style.” Busy looking down at the gown’s flowing skirt, you don’t realize that Hoseok has move closer.

You let out a surprise gasp when he takes your right hand, pull it up with his and motion you to take another twirl.

“You look absolutely gorgeous.”

You can’t help the blush on your cheeks.

“This is a bad idea.” He chuckles lowly.

“Oh? Oh my god, I’m so sorry Hoseok, I know we shouldn’t be doing this, if they found out we take the clothes and…”

A delicate finger presses on your lips, retaining you from finishing your sentence.

“Sssh… Y/N, it’s not that. Don’t worry about that at all.”

You want to ask him why, but his finger still lingers on your lips, and you enjoy it too much to remove it away.

“It’s because…” He looks away slightly, before focusing his eyes on yours again. “You look so damn beautiful it makes me losing my mind.”

Your heart beats rapidly, making your body trembles a bit. You have never been in such intense situation with a man before. You have always evaded any situation that would lead the relationship to grow more than platonic way. You didn’t want to bare your baggage to them, afraid that you would get rejected.

But deep down you know, with Hoseok, you had crossed the dangerous territory within yourself. You let yourself yearn for him. You didn’t stop your mind into imagining how perfect life could be with him and So Mi by your side. You thought it would be harmless, because he would never look at you that way, right?

“Uhm, by the way how am I supposed to pay for this with no one around??” You try to distract yourself.

“Uh? Oh… Uhm… No worries about that, I will put it on my tab.” You can see he startles a bit as he takes a step back.

“You can cut it from my salary too.” You start to walk back into the dressing room. As you draw the curtains back, you feel like your heart stings when you can hear him muttering back as his face falters.

“Don’t worry about it Y/N…”

You would have thought that after what happened at the store, Hoseok would cancel on you Friday. But his text told you otherwise.

[Jung Hoseok][14:15PM]: Hey Y/N, I’m going to pick you up at 6 okay? See you.

So, you have been spending some time now, curling your hair and put some makeup on, to match that beautiful blush gown you’re wearing tonight. You also have bought a pair of gold strappy heels to match with it. You feel nervous but excited at the same time, nervous because you don’t know how to behave with Hoseok, especially if this is indeed a date. But you also excited to see how people will react to your drawing.

Giving your lips a last touch of rosy hue lip tint, you take a closer look at yourself on the mirror. Everything looks okay, you look decent to go to a party, and if only you don’t have your baggage, you would enjoy it to the fullest. Having Hoseok in your arms, enjoying the night out, and maybe, maybe you can finally get that kiss… But, will it be fair for him and So Mi to carry your burden with you?

The sound of ringtone from your smart phone cuts your train of thoughts.

“Y/N? Are you ready? I’m downstairs.”

You look up at the clock and it is 6 on the dot. “Yes Hoseok, I’ll come down in a sec.” You gather your purse and phone and make your way outside your apartment.

There might be hundreds of times when you think Hoseok is literally the finest man you’ve ever laid your eyes own. Because how could someone look so good even in colorful pajama pants, baggy t-shirt and a beanie hat, but he always pulls that look for you. And don’t get you started when he dresses for work, sometimes casual sporty with cargo pants, long sleeve shirt and a funky vest, looks so cool and delectable. But of course, there’s a dark horse for his finest look, and that’s when he dresses formally, like now, in a double breasted dark grey suit and white shirt, a black leather belt adorning his slim waist, and the most dangerous feature is his hair swept back, exposing his forehead with his undercut on display, he looks extraordinarily gorgeous.

The said man is leaning into his wine-colored Hyundai Palisade, arms crossing in front of him. But when he heard your heels against the asphalt just in front of your building, he looks up to you and you swear his face lights up. He walks towards you, stretching his arm for you to take.

“Miss Y/N, you look so beautiful.” Lips kissing the back of your hand, sending heat waves to your lower region.

“Mr. Jung, likewise.” You giggle as Hoseok leads you to the passenger seat and swiftly opening the door for you, even holding your hand tightly to anchor you as you climb the SUV.

Once he buckles up, he ignites the car and steer the vehicle away. Crush’s Lay Your Head On Me softly playing while you look around to see the city lights sparkles under the moonlight.

“Y/N?”

You hum as you look to your side, Hoseok’s eyes still on the road.

“About the other day.”

You hum again, Hoseok takes a side glance for a second, and then look straight up to the road.

“I feel like you closing up on me, is that true?”

You freeze on your seat. Clearing your throat, you try your best to sound casual when you reply him. “What do you mean?”

“Let’s just be honest here, Y/N, I like you, I’m attracted to you, that’s why I asked you to come with me tonight. I thought I get the same feelings from you, but please enlighten me if I was mistaken.” Hoseok’s voice is serious and stern even though you see him glancing sideways at you again and gives you a small smile.

“I…” You are very nervous to have this conversation with him, God knows how you have tried to avoid it, but seems like tonight you don’t have anywhere to hide. You fiddle with the chiffon of your skirt but suddenly, Hoseok’s left hand takes yours in his, giving you a squeeze.

“Please don’t hesitate to say whatever you want with me.”

“Hoseok… it’s just… you know I can’t offer you anything.” Tears pricked on your eyes as you look away to the left side.

“What do you mean anything? You are a whole human being Y/N, are you hesitating because you… because…” He hesitates to finish his words but you know he knows it.

“Because I can’t give you a child? Yes. I know that this sounds way so serious for a first date, and I may be way out of my mind to think about this way future with you, but I don’t want to be just a passer-by in someone’s life. I’d rather be on my own and it’s okay.”

A tear escapes your eyes and rolls over your blushed cheek. “I… I treasure you and So Mi so much, I’d rather have you as friends than being with you and then have to leave you guys one day.”

Hoseok unclasps your hand for a moment as he manoeuvred the car into a parking lot on the basement of the store’s building. You just realize that you indeed have reached your destination.

He unbuckles his seatbelt and adjust in his seat so he can look at you.

“Y/N listen to me, I completely understand your concern, and I want you to know that, it’s not easy for me too. It’s the first time, after 4 years that I… I really wanted to move on… I would always feel guilty whenever I feel just the slightest bit attraction towards another woman.” He chuckles a bit. “But maybe it’s Hee Young’s way of telling me that it was not the right person.”

He takes both of your hands, intertwined his fingers in between yours. “But I think, you are exceptional, you are perfect just the way you are.”

“Hoseok…”

“At first, I’m mesmerized at how good you are with So Mi, she always has the biggest smile on her face whenever she talks about you and it really warms my heart… But more than that, I’m completely astounded of how strong you are, for me, your scar is the thing that makes you more beautiful.”

You sniffle, his words are like poetry to your ear, you need to shake your head a little just to make sure that you are alive and this is all happening in reality, not in your dreams.

“Are you seeing me as perfect? Is that why you’re scared?” Hoseok takes a tissue and dab the tears from your cheek carefully, minding the effort you’ve put for your makeup.

You nod quietly.

“Well, I’m not Y/N, I’m full of baggage myself, I’m scarred, just as you are, and maybe that’s what makes us good for each other? You make me want to get out of my grieve, and I, I want to try to help you to accept yours.” He kisses your hand gently.

“What if in the future, you want another child Hoseok? I can’t give it to you and I will not be able to live with your disappointment…”

“Y/N… we have So Mi, and if we really want to have child of our own later, we can always adopt, there are many children out there waiting for a home to come to, we can give them that too.”

“But… it’s not your flesh and blood, will you be okay with that?”

“Will you?” He asks back.

“I’ve always thought of doing it later in life… to be honest…” You confess. Yes, you have been thinking about it, if maybe in the future, when you are already settled in life, you want to adopt a child and care for him/her as your own. You never thought the possibility of sharing that dream with someone else.

“It settles then, if you want it then I will support you.”

“But how about you? I mean, I don’t have any choices, but you have Hoseok.” You caress his cheek just because you really are touched with how beautiful his mind is.

“And I choose you.” He kisses your palm. “Come on, let’s go inside, you’ve worked hard to dress up tonight, let’s not ruin your makeup before people can see how beautiful you are.”

You smile and nod, praying silently for Hee Young, may she rest in peace and love, and if you are allowed to love Hoseok as much as she did, you would be the luckiest woman alive.

“Miss Y/N! Oh my God, your drawing is incredible, it’s so pretty and really suited our space!” Taeri, one of Hoseok’s team running to you when you are stepping into the girl’s section of the store. It’s almost 30 minutes after you’ve arrived, but Hoseok had been introducing you around to some people from his office and also the associates and vendors.

There’s no absolute reason for Hoseok to be more attractive than he is, but he always proves you wrong. Seeing him discussing work, looking very serious and attentive ignites more flames inside you, and it makes you very restless. The occasional brush of his hand on your lower back when he steers you from one group of people to another also adds the butterflies straight into your stomach.

“Thank you so much Taeri, you also helped me a lot with everything.” You hug each other.

“Oh no no, Mr. Jung was right, you are very talented, don’t tell anyone but I think I’ve heard that they would ask for another art for stores in another branch!” Taeri claps her hands in excitement and you can’t help to get excited with her too.

“Has Mr. Jung introduced you to the Manager from Incheon area?”

You glance at Hoseok who is deep in talks with Mr. Han, one of the top vendors in the company. “No, I don’t think so Taeri.”

“Come on, let me introduce you to Mr. Lee.” She takes your wrist and pulls you closer to whisper in your ear. “Fair warning, he’s so handsome!” She giggles.

You laugh lightly at her, Taeri is a fiery young woman, very outgoing and friendly, that’s why it was easy for you to get closer to her even after the art project is done. You never told her about the dynamic between Hoseok and you though because you don’t want to put Hoseok in a tight spot since he’s technically her boss.

“Mr. Lee, let me introduce you to the artist whose drawing you’ve praised earlier, this is Ms. Y/L/N Y/N.”

“Good evening Ms. Y/L/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Lee Junho, General Manager from Incheon Area.” He outstretches his hand for a shake and you take his. Taeri was not exaggerating when she said he’s handsome, because he really is. Fluffy wavy hair, jet black suit on, black shirt and a deep emerald green tie, he is definitely attractive.

“Nice to meet you too Mr. Lee.” You nod respectfully.

“Champagne Ms. Y/L/N?” He hands you a flute while taking one for himself too.

“Thank you.” You take the flute and sip on the gold liquid slowly. Taeri excuses herself as she suddenly receives a call.

“So Ms. Y/L/N, I see your work really are match with the artist herself.”

“Oh, why is that Mr. Lee?”

“Both equally beautiful.” He winks as he sips his champagne slowly.

Oh so he’s a charmer too. You give him a polite smile. “You’re giving us both too much credit Mr. Lee.”

“Please call me Junho, and I’m most certainly not. I’m interested to have your art too for Incheon stores if you’re up for it?”

“Oh I’m flattered Mr. Lee, but really, it’s just a doodle of mine…”

“Well, Ms. Y/L/N, your “doodle” is currently hung at our main store in Seoul, so I’m sure the Visual Merch team had approved it, and that’s enough validation for me.” Junho moves closer to you, gesturing his flute to meet yours in a salute.

As you were about to move your flute to cheers with him, a hand snuck its way around the back of your waist, making you let out a little gasp in surprise.

“Here you are, I’ve been looking for you.” Hoseok whispers just above your ear but loud enough for Junho to hear.

Just as you are trying to find words for yourself. Hoseok extends his right hand towards Junho, his left still snuck behind your waist, pulling you a little closer to his side. “Hey Junho, how’s it going?”

Junho smirks at him, catches the way he subtly claims you as his. “I’m great man, just talking to Ms. Y/L/N here, fabulous art she created, propose her to do it for our Incheon stores too if she’d like.”

“She is, isn’t she?” Hoseok kisses the crown of your head as he smirks back at Junho. “Would you like to do it sweetheart?”

You blush at his pet name, also a little bit confused at how confident he is to be calling you that in an office environment. “Yes… I think it would be great, don’t you think?”

“I’m supporting any of your decision, that’s for sure.”

“Anyways, Ms. Y/L/N, our team will be in contact for the details, and Hoseok, great to see you man, come by anytime and we’ll eat at that barbecue spot you love so much.” Junho dismisses himself with a nod.

“Sure, I’ll text you Junho.”

You are about to ask more questions when Hoseok grabs your hand and leads you out to the main store area and finally to the elevator towards the basement parking lot.

“Are we going home now?” You peer at him, seeing him clenches his jaw a bit.

“Let’s just leave first.” He answers shortly, taking your hand again into the elevator once it opens.

“Wouldn’t people be looking for us, we haven’t said goodbye to Taeri and then…”

But your words are cut short when Hoseok hovers over you, hand cupping your jaw gently but firm. “I can just text them later, but Y/N, this can’t wait, can I kiss you? please?” Leaning his forehead against yours, you can feel his breathe on your lips. Unable to form a word, you tug at his suit’s lapel to close your lips upon his.

The electrifying feeling all over your body is definitely something you won’t easily forget. The tingling sensations within your stomach, the giddy feelings of your head, as if your body is floating on air. But there’s not much things you can think about when Hoseok pulls your nape closer, deepening the kiss. You move along with him, following the sensual rhythm of his lips. When he prods his tongue along your lips, you open your mouth a little bit, to give him more access exploring your warm cavern.

With a last soft bite on your lower lips, he pulls back, chest heaving, eyes darken and hazy, stilling on yours. His hands are still cupping your jaw, thumb stroking the apple of your cheeks lazily.

“I’m sorry Y/N, but I can’t see you with other man like that, all I want to do is to claim you as mine.”

The elevator door opens at Basement 1, just where Hoseok parked his car. He takes your hand again, intertwining your fingers in his as he opens the door to your side, placing his right hand just above your head to make sure you don’t bump onto the car.

Once he gets inside, you waste no time to pull him towards you for another kiss. All your insecurities and doubts evaporate when you see the determination in his eyes tonight. You’ve never felt that wanted in your life, and for once, you wanted to let go. You want to savor him just the way he is, and if God forbid you don’t work out, you will soldier through it. But for now, you want him just as much as he wants you and you need to show him that.

Your hand travels to his hair and down towards the back of his neck, scraping the ends of his dark brown locks. While his are moving up and down your shoulders to your arms, eventually one hand squeezing your waist making you whimper. He gives you one last peck before coming up for air.

“Come back to my place?”

You brush the strand of hair falling on his forehead and nod. “Okay.”

The journey home fills with thick tension that makes both of you unable to speak much, however Hoseok keeps his left hand over your thigh, slowly caressing whenever he’s able to, sending shivers running down your spine. You are anxious for sure because, you haven’t told him yet, but you haven’t had sex with someone for a long long time. Ever since you moved to Seoul, you haven’t been intimate with anyone, not only because you’re scared about relationships but also you’re just very shy.

The car parks seamlessly outside Hoseok’s house. He kisses your temple before going out and opening your door. Since there, everything feels like a blurry scene from a movie, from the moment Hoseok gets down on his knee to unstrap your heels, to the way he carries you bridal style to his room, that you’ve never ventured before no matter how many times you’ve been here.

He slowly lowers you down to sit on the edge of his bed, while he towers over you. His hand caresses your cheek gently, even when his eyes are dark with lust.

“Y/N, sweetheart… I want you, all of you, so much, will you let me have you tonight?” He gets down to his knees again, in between your legs, hands slowly hiking the skirt of your dress up to accommodate more of himself, closer to you.

You lean over to kiss him slowly. “I want you to… but, I haven’t done this for a long while…” You say timidly.

 He looks at you with eyes full of adoration. “Me too, I haven’t been with anyone too since…”

You cup his cheeks with both of your hands. “Wanna get lost together then?”

He kisses you with urgency now, hands sneaking inside your skirt that’s now pooled around your thighs, making you whimper with needs. Yours are busy too, unbuttoning his suit’s jacket, helping him taking it off without stopping the kiss. Once you throw the jacket away, your hands go down to untuck the white shirt from his slacks. He helps you unbuttoning the shirt and again, the clothing is thrown to the other side of the room while you two giggle.

His kisses travel to your jaw and slowly lower to your neck, while his hands go behind your back to unzip your dress. When it hits the end of the zipper just on your lower back, he slowly slides off the dress down your shoulder, exposing your nude silky strapless bra.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He captures your lips for another kiss, while his hands slither around your shoulders and finally find the clasp of your bra before releasing your tits out of its confine.

Soft moans escaping your lips when he palms you over, calloused fingers thumbing your hardened nipples, you’re sure the matching nude panty you’re wearing are soaking wet now. Becoming more and more restless with the way Hoseok touching your body, you tug on his belt, and hurriedly unbutton and unzip his grey slacks.

With the pants loosely hung around his waist, Hoseok rises up to his feet and pick you up by your waist, moving you further up on bed. You both let out another giggle as he tries to tuck down your gown, wiggling around, you help him to take the rest of your underwear, leaving you bare under his stare.

Instinctively, you cross your arms around your chest and look slightly away. Hoseok leans down, kissing you slowly while unwrapping your arms away from your chest.

“You don’t need to be shy around me ever again, sweetheart.” He mumbles between kisses. His hand guide yours to palm the bulge on his pants. Gasping a little feeling his erection for the first time, you gather all the confidence in you and start squeezing it gently, earning hisses from him.

“See how hard you made me? You’re gorgeous.”

While he kisses all the way to your chest, tongue circling around your buds, you raise your knee a bit to put some pressure in between his leg, making him squirm. With every groan and moan coming out of his mouth, not only your arousal keeps building up but also your confidence. Ensuring you that he wants you as much as you want him.

“Hnhh… Hoseok…” Your fingers threading his brown locks as he envelopes your tits. Suddenly the urge to please him kicks in you, as you try to push him back and sit back up on the bed.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Hoseok’s concern face melts your heart.

“I… I want to make you feel good…” You tug on his waistband.

“Are… are you sure?”

You nod eagerly, tugging down his pants along with his boxer. His fully erected dick slaps on his abdomen, veiny shaft pulsing with glistening precum oozing from the head. Your confidence falters a bit just because you kind of taken aback by how big actually it is, would it fit in your mouth? And what if you accidently scratch your teeth on it, you don’t want to hurt him…

“Y/N… sweetheart… it’s okay, we’ll take it slow okay?” Hoseok caresses your cheek again, still amazes you of how incredibly sweet he is, but you know it must be painful for him to hold back, so you need to get yourself together.

You reach both of your hands to engulf his shaft tentatively, and when you peer up at him, you can see how even a single touch from you really affect him that much, his eyes closed, head thrown back a bit. His hands cover yours to help you move up and down, covering his length with his precum.

“Sweetheart, put a little bit more pressure on it please…” He squeezes your hands and you understood the assignment.

“Hoseok, why don’t you sit down, I can do this…” You tug him down and he follows suit, making his way to lean back against the bed’s headboard.

You position yourself across his knees, just when you about to lean down and take his length into your mouth, he cups your jaw and kisses your lips.

“You are doing amazing, you know that right?” With his words of affirmation, your chest swells with pride and even more determination to make him feel good tonight.

You nod and start licking his shaft right from the base towards the tip. With several more licks, you grow more confident and open your mouth as wide as you can, taking all his length into your warm mouth.

“Ah, shit, Y/N…” Hoseok’s hands create a makeshift ponytail of your hair and guide you to move your head up and down.

You squeal a bit when his tip meets the back of your throat, but the way he squirms and hisses makes you feel aroused rather than hurt, absentmindedly you move around, brushing your wet folds against his knees. Moaning at the friction, Hoseok feels even more pleasure with the vibration within your mouth.

“Baby, baby, stop, please, I don’t wanna cum now.” He holds your head from continue bobbing. Releasing his dick from your mouth, you come up for air, wiping your dripping saliva from the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Come here.” He motions you to sit further up on his lap. Lips capturing yours for the nth time tonight. One of his hand travels south to your core, thumbs circling around your pulsing clit, making you moan against his lips.

“Please… please… Hoseok…”

He hums against your mouth. “What is it sweetheart?”

He inserts his middle finger slowly inside your sopping folds. Pumping one finger in, exploring your spongey walls.

“Feels so good…” You move your hips quicker against his finger.

“Yeah? Ready for one more okay sweetheart, I need to stretch you out.”

With that said, he inserts his ring finger and thrusting even more quickly, making you moan louder. Closing your mouth on his jaw to mute yourself, your arms are thrown around his neck, while your hips ride his fingers desperately.

“Oh my God!” You can’t hold back your scream when you feel like something inside your stomach is about to snap. Hoseok’s fingers keep scissoring inside your clenching walls and he can feel you’re about to come. So he put more pressure on your clit with his thumb, lips making way to your tits to stimulate you further.

“Come on sweetheart cum for me, I know you’re close, let go for me.”

Within seconds, you feel the knot within your stomach snaps, dotted stars behind your closed eyelids, hips jerking and then weakens against Hoseok’s thighs. Heart still beating rapidly when you feel his hand tucking loose strands to the back of your ear. He kisses your sweaty forehead gently.

“I need to see your face the next time you cum, you’re so beautiful.”

Hoseok then lifts you up to lay you back down on his bed. Stroking your hair, he holds himself with his elbows above you, eyes filled with adoration.

“I like you so much Ms. Y/N, do you know that?”

You can’t help but giggle. “I like you too Mr. Jung, so so much.” Feeling his hardened dick brush against your wet folds, you gasp.

“Do you trust me? I don’t have any condom with me Y/N, but I haven’t been with anyone I promise.” He kisses your forehead.

“I trust you, and I too haven’t been with anyone.” You hold his hardened length and guide it into your warm entrance, legs widening even more to accommodate him closer.

Once his tip slides in, you both moan in unison. Been deprived from intimacy for so long, you both savors each passing seconds as he pushes further and further inside. It hurts for you, not going to lie, but the pleasure it brings overwhelms your other senses. Your heart filled with adoration and love for this man that every surface of yours touched by him makes your heart flutters. 

“Is it hurt?” He caresses your cheek.

You shake your head, taking his nape closer to you, you kiss him with fervor while your hips ruts against his, silently pleading for him to move.

He starts to thrust languidly, concern that you will get hurt if he picks up the pace even though he desperately wants to. But to his surprise, you’re the one who raises your hips to meet his thrust hastily, making it harder for him to hold back.

“Shit, slow down sweetheart, won’t last long if you keep doing that.”

Your hold in his forearms tighten. “Msorry… it’s just… feels so good, please…”

Feeling he can’t hold it in any longer, Hoseok puts your thighs above his elbows and start thrusting in faster pace, eager to reach that high with you.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God.” You clench his bedsheets tighter, feeling your high is approaching.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum inside, cum inside me.” Your breathing becomes more labored now you can feel you’re really close. Sneaking your hand down to your clit, you rub your finger in circling motion, and with Hoseok’s rapid thrusts, your orgasm hit you with another delirious wave.

The additional clenching from your pussy pushes Hoseok over his edge as he spurts ropes of cum inside your walls, hips stuttering against your pelvis, he lets out a satisfied sigh while he sits back on his knees, your thighs still spreading over his. Mixture of your cum and his dripping slowly from your swollen pussy as he slowly takes his softening dick out.

“Wait here.” He kisses your forehead before getting down from the bed and makes his way to the door just besides his drawers, that you assume must be the bathroom.

He comes back to bed in just few minutes with a damp towel. “Let me clean you up.” He wipes the drying cum from between your thighs thoroughly, making you letting out quiet giggles because you feel ticklish in some areas. With another towel, he wipes the sweat off your foreheads, and from your arms, even in between the valley of your breasts.

He kisses you again on the lips. “Go pee sweetheart, bathroom is over there okay, I’ll get you some water from downstairs.” He takes your hand to guide you up. Then, he takes a pair of pajama pants from his drawer before putting it on and goes outside the bedroom.

You slowly walk to his bathroom, the black and white granite with black brass faucets and showerhead is minimalistic yet very stylish. The smell of sandalwood from a reed diffuser adds calming and relaxing mood. Toiletries are lining up neatly above the countertops. You can’t help but smiling widely, being allowed to be in Hoseok’s personal space like now. Seeing a white bathrobe hanging behind the door, you decided to wear it before going back to the bedroom.

“There you are, have some drink okay.” Hoseok motions you to the glass of water on his nightstand. He himself is standing just near his desk where you see a Harman Kardon speaker, and in no time, you can hear Lullaboy’s Someone Like You playing softly.

You sit on the edge of his bed, just admiring the movement of his back muscles. Hoseok is lean, but he definitely has strong muscles as you could feel it under your touch just minutes ago. Your eyes suddenly meet with his as he turns and makes his way to you. Sitting just besides you, he takes your hand and kisses it.

“Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?”

You shake your head, adjusting in his bed so you can look straight at him, you circle your arms around his neck.

“Hoseok?”

“Yes?”

“Do you feel guilty?”

You can feel him taken aback by your question, but you know you needed to ask him this. He looks down for a moment, and you give him the space he needs.

“I… I don’t think I do… if anything, I feel, relieved?”

You knit your eyebrows questioningly.

“I feel like… all the weight in my heart just disappear… like I’m at peace, I think Hee Young will like you too if she’s still around, that’s why I feel relieved.”

You hug him tightly, burying your face on his neck.

“I… For the first time in a long time, I don’t feel lonely anymore…”

He tightens your embrace and kisses your temple. “Me too… you wanna come along tomorrow to pick So Mi up?”

You pull back from him, cupping his cheeks. “Isn’t she with your mom and sister?”

“Yup, wanna introduce you to them if you don’t mind.” His eyes sparkling with excitement you can’t help but giggle again.

“You think they’ll be okay? You with me?”

“Sweetheart, they’ll love you as much as I do, I can guarantee that.”

5 years later

 “Jung So Mi, you ready to meet your little brother?”

The young girl stands up abruptly from the grey couch of the living room when she hears her father’s voice.

“Oh my God, he’s here??” She jumps up and down excitedly. Her long jet-black hair bouncing around.

Hoseok helps you with the baby bag as you take careful steps towards the living room, carrying 8 months old baby boy named Jung Dae Hyun.

2 years ago, Hoseok asked you to marry him, and also to legally adopted So Mi as your daughter. So Mi was very happy to have you as her mother, even though you always remind her that Hee Young should always live inside her heart as her birth mother, and to always send prayers her way.

Life had been very fulfilling for the three of you, until just a year ago, Hoseok brought up the conversation. Thinking that if you still had the dream of adopting another child, you should start the process as it could take you some time to comply all the legal activities. Initially you told him that having So Mi is enough for you, but Hoseok knew you better, that you would always want to raise a baby. All the legal and administrational activities finally brought you to this day, with Dae Hyun in your arms, all giggling and smiling.

“He’s so cute, oh my God!” 9 years old So Mi can easily hold Dae Hyun in her arms, pinching his chubby cheeks.

“Oh my God, congratulations you two, he’s so precious, Dae Hyun isn’t it?” Hoseok’s mother joins you from the kitchen as she takes off her apron and put it on the kitchen island.

“Thank you eomma.” You hug her tightly as she pats your hair. Hoseok had been right all years ago when he said that his family would welcome you with open arms. That you shouldn’t feel embarrassed or afraid with your condition. His mother, father and sister really treated you as if you are their own family member.

“Is your mother & father coming in today Y/N?” She asks while cooing at Dae Hyun.

“Yes eomma, they will come later to see him.”

“He’s so precious, isn’t he?” She then takes him from So Mi’s arms.

“He is.” You pinch Dae Hyun’s cheek again and give your mother in law’s cheek a peck.

Hoseok put his arms around your waist from behind, head resting on your shoulder, watching his mother and daughter playing around with his youngest son.

“How do you feel sweetheart?” He whispers in your ear, kissing your earlobe gently.

“Happy, very very happy.” You glance at him on your side, planting a sweet kiss on his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He kisses you back.

“Now we are complete, aren’t we?” You lean back to him, basking in the precious moment.

“We always are sweetheart.”

Author’s Note: Thank you very much for reading Findng Hope and I hope that you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. As always, comments and feedbacks are really appreciated. Stay safe and healthy everyone!!

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I Need U - Chapter 2: Where Did You Come From? Will You Tell Me Your Name?

a super-slow burn hyyh / bangtan universe au ft oc x taehyung, oc x seokjin, yoongi x jungkook, ot7 & oc being pals.

series summary:  Song Nari still couldn’t wrap her mind around it. How was she here? Stuck in a world that felt more like a nightmare than reality. How did she end up here - wishing at a lookout point above the rolling sea in the dead of night besides a high school friend that she hadn’t seen or talked to in over a year? How did she end up here after all she did was chase down the seven delinquents who graffitied her car to give them a piece of her mind?

chapter summary: Nari wished that was the last time she ever saw those boys.

warnings: implied/referenced drug and alcohol use, explicit language, Bangtan Boys are delinquents, oc holds a grudge.

word count: 5.6K

A/N: hi this chapter has been rewritten & reposted as of July 2022. Its been a year since starting to write I Need U and I want so badly to finish it. So I started to reread it (since i did take a hiatus away from it and lost the voice of the characters). I discovered rewriting bits just to tighten up their relationships/experience/etc was really fun so here we are lol. If you have been reading I Need U for a while, major plot points will not be changing as of now - but these chapters are rewritten for more clarity. you wont be missing out on anything if you dont reread them but their relationships/personalities are a bit more fleshed out.

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Nari thought that she would never see those delinquents ever again. Yes, she was going to forget that night even happened (after her week of being grounded from using her car was up.) Her car was still in a horrid state – red paint blurring her windshield horribly so. No matter how much cleaning fluid or paint thinner she used, there was a pink haze over the glass. Her fingernails ached from how much she scrubbed and picked at the paint the morning after the event.

The universe, however, refused to give her the closure of that night being done for good.

Jimin had been the first one to notice her just a week after the incident at, of all places, school.

Songju Jeil High School: the public high school of the city, not for the extremely rich or the extremely poor. But with its newly funded school building, it had become a beacon of hope for the town. New and old students from varying communities commuted to the school now, split between rooms of prettied walls or aging peeling halls. A toss of the coin if you were placed in the old building versus the shiny new one.

It occurred during lunch time.

The cafeteria was a relic of the older part of the school – covered in linoleum floors, large concrete columns, and beige walls with layered paint. A sea of long blue laminated lunch tables filled the room in uniformed rows. Large windows lined the furthest wall, revealing the gloom of the cloudy spring day and making the huge room rely on the overhead ceiling lamps. The mismatch of yellow-toned fluorescent lights and the newer blue-lit LEDS painted the room in an uneven hue.

Amongst a hum of a conversation between Namjoon and Taehyung, Jimin found himself blurred. In and out of focus like a camera lens. His eyes wandered around the school’s cafeteria, listening to shouts from other teenagers and the overlapping chatter of different stories conveyed with different accents from the neighboring cities, and sometimes, even neighboring regions. It wasn’t rare now to have classmates who lived hours away.

There was no question about it when he spotted her – even though the blaring LED lights above her painted her in a different complexion compared to the roaring warmth of the amber firelight where they met. Alongside that, she looked so different in the school’s navy-blue uniform jacket, white button up, and red skirt – and not the oversized pink hoodie she wore that night a week ago. But that was her. Jimin was certain of it.

With a pressing look in his wide eyes, he nudged Hoseok with his elbow, jabbing into prominent ribs before whispering into the elder’s ear. A laugh of disbelief left Hoseok, a hand raising to cover his heart-shaped grin of amusement. Hoseok drew attention as he always did, drawing the eyes of the others at the table. As he spoke for Jimin, the group searched the lunch room, and Taehyung pointed when they found her, sitting in the corner of the room.

Nari’s dark hair was loose around her face, but they could see her hand twitch as she moved to tuck it behind her ear. Her posture seemed so unfrightening now, but there was the utter reminder of her previous anger in the boys. A guard-dog doesn’t seem docile when its pawing at an owner’s knee.

Seokjin glanced away in nonchalant disregard at the sight of her, his ears burning a pink color. He was frustrated at the way that encounter went – especially since it led to the demise of the most softest blanket he owned. He didn’t care that she was here – if anything, perhaps he could get her into trouble for the mess she caused. But there was the realization that was slow to crawl up his neck in a red hue, that if he did so, he’d be in trouble too. Silence was a good ally to have he decided then.

Jungkook stuttered out something, commenting to the group that he wondered if she’d follow through with calling the police on them. Taehyung rolled his eyes lightly. He didn’t care if she did. It’d be another day hopping in and out of the cops grasp then. But his eyes did wander back to her again.

He had thought about that night a lot these past few days. Thought about her. She was pretty – rageful but pretty. He didn’t even know her name and he was thinking about her in the firelight. He didn’t like that she was angry – Taehyung didn’t like anger. But he liked how strong-willed she was. It was hot. He knew other people would just go home and wipe the paint he sprayed off, but she chased after them. He thought there were sparks in her eyes when she had glared at him from her car, even when she was scolding them. He liked that she had independence, just a bit of chaos like they did.

Namjoon had already called him stupid when he spilled his harmless crush with the group a few days ago. (“I’m just saying she was pretty!” Taehyung defended. “She legit threatened to kick your ass.” Namjoon called back with his eyes rolling. “Do you want a girl kicking your ass, Taehyungie?” Seokjin teased from the sidelines. A pillow got thrown at Seokjin quickly as Taehyung scrambled to push at him with laughter on his lips. “Shut up – this hyung!”)

But Taehyung’s crush was minimal, momentary and fleeting. Like most boys’ crushes in high school, it was fickle like the wind. He didn’t know her, and he never would.

Until she was sitting there, only twenty feet away in a bustling cafeteria. Her uniform was in perfect condition, her short hair now pushed behind both ears (annoyance written on her brows when a strand dangled over her eyes once it slipped from its spot.) She looked different Taehyung decided. Her face calmed as soon as the annoying strand of hair listened to her, staying tucked behind pierce-less ears. Lips smooth and focused eyes, she was diligent in scribbling in the notebook besides her meal. Watching her from the corner of his eye, Taehyung could see her pink tongue peeking out every now and then to swipe over her lower lip in thought.

She was alone, fiddling with her chopsticks as they hovered over a lunch box she brought. Her other hand grasped a pen which she scribbled with haphazardly. From here, the group of delinquents could tell she wasn’t waiting for anyone else. There was no glance about for friends or tapping of a foot – she was focused on her work.

Nari had friends, of course. But often times, her workload pushed her away from them. Good grades were the ultimate goal. No, she needed to have amazing grades. She was meant to be a doctor or a lawyer or something like that. Far away from the humble office worker life her father and mother both lived. Her sister, Song Jisoo – who was five years her elder, was already in nursing school. Both her parents pushed her to have high grades in STEM, just like her sister before her.

Eventually though, you ignore enough texts and calls that your friends fade away. Nari knew where they were - even now. They were eating at a table right by the basketball courts. She had looked for them the first day they didn’t show up at their usual table, the same one she sat at alone. She found them there, talking behind her back. Back pressed to the old brick walls of the building, she listened. They called her horrible things – compared her to a robot, little less than that. She was so focused on work that all her hobbies had faded away they said. All she did was study. She didn’t care about them they said. She noticed when the group chat went silent, too. Nari assumed they made another one without her.

It annoyed her that she did miss them. It was her fault – but was it really her fault? She had to study. In life you had only one chance at making it. And you needed good grades. It was just too hard to balance school, work, and life. They didn’t. Jiwoo, Sungho, Chanmi, and Eunmi didn’t excel – but they were her childhood friends. They knew how much she had to work to keep up in certain subjects. It annoyed her that they didn’t understand. It hurt when she felt a tingle of hope when they pass to go to their spot outside. She held that bitterness close to her chest ever since. She didn’t turn to look as they pass now. It’d been six months since they stopped talking to her.

Nari was used to being alone. Used to the anger that tickled the back of her brain, at the frustration that nipped at her veins, and the anxiety of “not enough” echoing in her bones. She buried it in notes and textbooks. She’d read; she’d study; she’d take extra shifts; she’d write in her journal. She can feel fine. Anything to keep the loneliness and anger done when it crept up her throat like indigestion. For now, it was just her, her banana milk yogurt, her lunchbox, and her chemistry notes. She never spotted the figure approaching her table, too immersed in her small life of a world.

Yoongi was the one who stood up suddenly and left the group that was whispering at the table. Words spoken over one another – all about a girl. Some were teasing Taehyung for his crush. Laughing at that night’s activities from the traffic stop to the earlier smoking session. Wondering aloud if she was going to beat them up or call the police (another voice reassuring the other that wouldn’t happen). Yoongi had enough of it. This girl was going to drive them nuts. They’d just keep talking about her.

His beat-up converse stopped right in front of her, the blue laminated particleboard table and three plastic chairs were the only thing separating them.

“Hey,” his voice was smooth and utterly calm.

Her eyes rose in alarm, startled like a doe. Brown eyes rushing to meet his dark, nearly black eyes. Plump cheeks flushed red, and she nearly did a double take. Nari could recognize his hair anywhere, blue fading into a mint color. He went to her school? How the hell did she not know this? She never saw him before that night but yet here he was in the school uniform – his tie loose around his throat, his jacket, new but unbuttoned and not ironed to a crisp like hers. His hand moved from his trousers’ pocket to wave lightly at her before slyly moving his shoulders aside to show the group of delinquent boys only a few tables away, trying their best not to look like they were staring at her and Yoongi.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered out, head rolling back to stare at the ceiling. Her chopsticks were stuck straight down into her clump of rice in her lunchbox. Her mind raced to the worst scenario. This was it. She was going to get into actual trouble for her stupidity. The one time she let herself be free and angry.

“Shit,” she added after a moment.

That made Yoongi laugh, the noise come from his throat in a low staccato.

“You’re going to kick our ass, right?” he queried, his tone almost lazy. He knew there was no threat as she moved her gaze back to his. If she cared about social status, she’d feel the glances of the cafeteria around them. Why was one of the academic achievers speaking to someone barely passing Literature class? Nari didn’t feel the murmurs; she was zoned in on the blue-haired boy.

She remembered him from that night. His glare was the heaviest of the lot. Too calm and composed but also festering. His eyes said a lot and now they were cool as a cat’s gaze. But a gleam of amusement gleamed.

Her hand rose to pinch the bridge of her nose, cheeks still burning a rosy color. Those words would bite her in the ass. God, what if they reported her to school? She couldn’t have this stain on her record. Nari really couldn’t. Eyes shutting for a moment, she opened them.

There wasn’t a hint of begging in her face. For some reason, Yoongi had expected her to grovel. She seemed too good. Too high strung. Instead, she let out a laugh - a bit nervous and a bit too sharp to be seen as lovely. Her tongue prodded at the corner of her mouth in subtle annoyance at her past self’s words before she met his gaze steadily.

“Listen, let’s just forget about it,” she grunted out, her tone serious – even if she raised a hand to wave it, as if brushing over the topic. “You guys were drunk or high or whatever illegality you guys were doing; I was tired and angry.”

Her gaze stayed locked with his. There was a long pause. Amusement slowly pooled into his eyes even more, crickling the edges of his eyes, yet his still calm expression and straight-faced lips didn’t shift. There was the ache of the word ‘please’ on her tongue, but it never tumbled out.

He pushed himself up from the table – when had he leaned forward, half of his body hovering over it?

“Mmhmm,” he hummed simply, eyeing her with a tilt of his head before turning on his heel. “Bye, crazy girl,” he called over his shoulder.

When he settled back down with his group, they all jumped onto Yoongi despite the stare of a blush-faced girl twenty feet away. What did you say, hyung? What did she say? Was she angry? Why is she red, hyung? That was quick, Yoongs! What happened?

“She isn’t gonna do anything to any of us,” he scoffed. Like she could beat them up? They both were in the wrong; Yoongi knew that.  “Forget about it. Forget about her.”

If only it could be that easy.

Taehyung had to admit: she looked cute with blushed cheeks.

---

It would’ve been nice if that was the only encounter. Hell, seeing them sitting at their spot every day at lunch made her cheeks flush in embarrassment (much to the secret enjoyment of Taehyung.) She was starting to debate if she should just eat her lunch in the library to avoid their gaze – well, the handful of eyes that still seemed to flicker over to her throughout the lunch period.

Nari knew her temper had gotten the best of her then. She knew she shouldn’t ever threaten violence nor chase after boys in the middle of the night. And now, whenever she caught the eye of one of them, all she felt was stupid. Because she had messed up and somehow was still on their mind. She could feel eyes on her now – and when Nari glanced up, she saw the eyes of the shaggy haired boy shifting away.

What if they were plotting to beat her up instead? Oh, it made her stomach queasy and her hand holding her pencil stumble over her notes. The blue haired guy could throw a punch with how he held himself – calm but like there was something lingering behind his dark eyes. A calm before a storm was never truly calm.

Or maybe the one with pink hair – though it was fading from pink to a bleached orange-blonde now. He looked tall, lanky and not yet grown into his height– his uniform was ill-fitting on him and, for some reason, it made her feel like it was less about the way it was tailored and more about how he held himself or articulated with his facial features. He looked too arrogant sometimes – the way he smiled was the one she saw the fuck boys at school use, even if the dimples made it a bit less greasy.

Lunch time wasn’t the only time she ran into the group. No, it got worse when her literature class got rearranged with the class next door. The professor was away on maternity leave and the school had no substitute teachers available in the district. They made due with shoving more desks into the room until they were pressed tightly next to one another.  A small pathway made its way through the old small room that now housed over 40 students.

Nari was surprised no one was cheating – but perhaps that’s because she didn’t cheat. She glanced over her shoulder during tests and felt jittery, never at ease while taking her quizzes. There were so many people, so close. It made the room mucky. She hated it. She hated her arm brushing against someone she didn’t know and she hated how easy it was for someone to look over her shoulder at her answers.

“You got an A+?” a male voice commented, too close to her ear as he leaned over her shoulder to look at her work. She flinched away a bit as her gaze quickly shifted to look at him. Nari recognized him.

Orange-haired boy didn’t look as tough in a school uniform compared to the blue-leather jacket he wore the night she met him. Here, he almost looked bashful. With full plump lips and wide eyes at her small flinch, his hands rose in surrender.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he reassured in a squeak.

Nari scoffed at that.

He looked almost hurt at the sound, brows tilting innocently up to the ceiling.

“I mean it,” his brows pursed together in mild offense. “Sorry about your car,” he added as an after-thought. “Is it any better?”

“No,” Nari said simply. Her hands flatted the paper down on the desk; her nail bed was stained a raw red color from the spray paint still, and it had been a week already since she tried to clean the windshield. “I scrubbed at it for hours, and its still ruined,” she added.

His face looked genuinely sad when she glanced back at him. A soft hum of disappointment left his throat; his pouty lower lip was caught between his teeth.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t think it’d be that bad.”

All Nari did was shrug. There was an odd air of distance in her. She was mostly still embarrassed about that night. Jimin wasn’t though. He leaned back after a moment and settled in his chair. The chatter around them was settling as the overworked professor made the last round through the crowds, the stack of papers in his hand lessening as he went. Nari glanced back at Jimin as he moved, her gaze brushing over his exam’s grade.

Her brows crinkled, and her own lips pouted a bit. Her hand reached out to turn the paper to face her in a swish.

“You got an A, too,” Nari commented. How come she never knew about him in this class? Like any high achieving student, she usually knew the others who got A’s. Not in friendliness mind you. It was more like a competition. If there was one thing Nari couldn’t turn down, it was a challenge.

Jimin’s cheeks warmed to a pretty pink. “Yeah, I like this class a lot actually.” He commented. “This professor’s a bit different.”

He was part of the other class then. And into literature as well. Some people were good essay writers; others were good literature readers. Nari wasn’t certain which he was yet.

“I’m Park Jimin,” he offered his hand. It was harmless even when she noted the gleam of the many intimidating rings on his hand.

His brown eyes were hopeful and sweet as honey. He didn’t take chance a lot. Hoseok was the outgoing friend; that’s how he became friends with the rest – through Hoseok’s kindness and innate ability to bring people together.

Nari swallowed, eyes shifting to his hand and back to his face.

“Song Nari,” she introduced herself, her smaller hand going to shake his hand softly.

“Are you two done chatting?” The teacher scolded, the pair pulling apart immediately and looking up at the professor. Nari was quick to duck her head down in respect.

“Sorry, professor!” they blurted out in respect.

---

Jimin and Nari talked in literature class now. He shared his favorite novels with her; they were usually fantasy stories where the main character was the hero in some distant, far-off world. Or they were manga stories that he scrolled through his phone to show her the titles of. Passion and excitement riddled in his quiet voice, his dialect coming out in rumbles that made his words roll together like the waves of Busan’s shore where he came from.

After every class, they’d walk out together, only for the shaggy haired boy to be leaning on the nearby wall fiddling with his uniform jacket’s sleeves. His hands had the same stains hers did. Splotches of red, blue, and yellow decorated his long tan fingers.

Each time he spotted her, he beamed his boxy smile.

“Hey, crazy girl,” he greeted – picking up the nickname the blue-haired boy used – before he slung his arm around his friend’s shoulder, flashed her a peace sign, and walked off. Every time he enjoyed how her nose twitched and her cheeks warmed to a rosy color of annoyance. He loved making her red – with anger, shyness, or flusterment. Nari looked pretty. But then, he’d be gone, walking toward the rest of his group, towards the storage room they had claimed as their own in a rundown part of the school. That was the extent of their relationship.

It bugged her how he never apologized. At least Jimin did. (She even lamented once when Jimin settled down behind her into his desk – she muttered out that his friend was an unapologetic jerk when she spotted him in the halls and he flashed a peace sign her way over his eye – then winked.) This guy was the reason why her car was damaged and he didn’t even care.

At this rate, she considered Jimin and herself to be school acquaintances. Close enough to ask how their day was going. Not close enough to share each other’s phone numbers with one another for class work. Not that she minded. Nari was busy studying anyways.

Still shaggy haired boy with the fading green highlights – she never got his name – made Nari cross her arms in frustration. A huff escaped her lips. Why did she want him to apologize? It wouldn’t fix anything. Things would be so much easier if they didn’t see each other again.

---

Two weeks later, shaggy haired boy met her properly.

“Nari-ah,” he called after her. Even after their few encounters, Nari could pick his voice out in a crowd by now. It was deeper than most boys… and loud.

Turning her head, she saw him running up to her, skipping one and then two stairs to catch up to her. His uniform was askew; his tie was undone and slipping down his shoulders. Classes were done, but, by the wrinkled state of his shirt and lack of a jacket, it was clear he hadn’t been put together all day.

“How’d you learn my name?” Nari commented, her hands grabbing her backpack’s straps as she turned to face him fully.

“We have math together. I sit in the back or I skip… I skip a lot.” There was a beat as he stepped up one more step. She was still two steps ahead of him, but their heights evened out, allowing his eyes to meet hers. “Also, Jiminie told me,” he admitted with a bashful laugh. His smile was boxy and bright. “How’s your car?”

“My windshield is still stained,” Nari bit back, clearly annoyed.

He made a face at that.

“I am sorry,” he said, biting his lower lip. It looked different on him than it did Jimin. “It was for fun.”

There was a satisfaction – curling up her in her chest like a flame. A ghost of smile at the corner of her lips showed itself like a gift to Taehyung. It was worth the apology if she smiled at him. Like a cat, she wanted to preen, fluff in contentment even if his argument still made pin-prickles of annoyance climb up her spine.

“You did it for fun,” she scoffed. But her tone lacked the genuine anger. It was still disapproving though. “You’re lucky no one called the police. I saw that one guy with the dark hair, tall dude – he spat his drink into a car! If that’d been me, I’d be fucking furious.”

The curse left her lips easily. There was a prodding in the back of her head to be more courteous. Ladies didn’t curse, her mother stressed. Academic starlets didn’t curse like sailors. Taehyung laughed lowly.

“Yeah, Hobi was a bit out of it; I think it was the pills and the alcohol,” he commented, scratched the back of his head. His hair floofed up in the back messily.

She tilted her head at him with that information. She wasn’t impressed. Nari didn’t particularly love druggies. Sure, people smoked and got high – she knew that well enough. The streets still smelled like nicotine and addiction. She didn’t want that. Nari turned to start to walk away.

Taehyung could feel his cheeks burn, and his stomach twist with something. Why was he nervous? Why did he not want her to go? She was just another girl. Sure, a pretty girl but there are plenty of pretty girls who like bad boys. She didn’t even like him and his friends. She was mad at them. So why did he care what she thought? In the end, he had fun that night. A mixture of high through his veins and the blurriness of alcohol left him soft and pliant after the chaos. It soothed his aches and pains for just a moment. He had fun. His friends had fun. Here, he was letting her scold him – and now that she was stopping, he still felt bad and wanting.

Wanting for what? - he wasn’t sure.

He reached out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her before she could descend further up the school stairs. Nari froze, a Mary Jane shoed foot hovering over the stair.

“Let me make it up to you,” Taehyung pleaded lightly.

Her brows quirked, doubtfully raised before she turned to look at him. Her gaze flickered to her hand where his large hand wrapped around her wrist. He let go immediately almost like she burned him, his hands moving to shove themselves into the pockets of his uniformed pants.

“We are having a party. It’ll be fun,” he offered. A beat passed. “Jimin will be there. You guys are friends, right?”

Friends was a hopeful term. She knew his taste in books and online webcomics. That was it.

“I don’t even know your name,” Nari diverted with a humorless laugh, furrowing her brows at him. “Why would you want me at a party?”

It was almost funny if it didn’t feel so weird. She could tell he felt bad – probably because someone finally stood up to him – but there was a such a difference to how he held himself compared to that night and now, somewhat sober (she could smell weed on him) and soft. It was whiplash inducing. There was this chaos in him still she could feel it. When he grabbed her wrist, when he laughed. That wildness when he jumped on her car; a freedom she doubted she ever would feel. Why did he care?

“Because I think if you saw how we were, you wouldn’t think we were these horrible people. And-” he defended before, with a quickness, his hand left his pocket to reach out to her in greeting.

“I’m Kim Taehyung,” he finally introduced himself with a genuine boxy smile that made his eyes scrunch up into half-moons. “Hi,” he added, his voice a rumble.

There was a beat. There was something lingering like a fleeting phantom smell you remembered when you were young reappearing again. Chasing after it only to lose it before you can discover what it was from. A thought escaping your brain just as you try to grasp onto it. A cliffhanger. Seeing him like this made her bones tingled with that feeling. Despite all her frustration of a ruined car windshield, despite her fear that she’d be reported for threat of violence, despite the fact she never went to parties (let alone with delinquent boys), she grasped his hand and gave it a shake, sealing her fate and agreeing to a party invite.

“Song Nari.”

---

Days later, Taehyung had caught her after math class – the math class they supposedly shared but she never saw him in. His hand caught her arm as he tugged her towards the lockers away from the outpour of students from other classes. He was close as he spoke, his person smelling like bubblegum and weed. He must run off to smoke during that class session.

He told her the details. It was going to be a casual party at his friends’ dad’s place this Friday. His dad was never there, so it was free reign. Nari did have the fluttering thought that this was a strange prank – one to humiliate or scare her. But the way Taehyung bounced lightly on the balls of his feet like an excited golden retriever reassured her a bit. His excitement plus her loneliness equated a bad decision as she began to type down the apartment address into her phone.

“Do I need to worry about spiked shit?” Nari partially joked – partially. She got the hint they weren’t always clever. Spiked punch at a party wouldn’t be a shocker, but it wasn’t welcomed for her.

“Nah, we already have weed, soju, cigarettes. No need to hide it or mix it into stuff,” he replied simply with a shrug, his thumb sliding over his beat up smart-phone’s screen. As if sensing her tentative nature – the way her breath caught for a moment too long as she glanced at him, Taehyung’s gaze rose to look at her. “It’ll be fun I promise.”

Genuineness. His dark almond eyes reflected genuineness in the shadows of the bustling hallway.

Weed, soju, and cigarettes. Not at all her scene. She’d probably have a drink ( she had drank once or twice – mostly, from her sister handing her a beer she couldn’t finish ). But that would be it. At this rate, she couldn’t say no… could she? Not when he smiled so brightly…

Gosh, what was wrong with her? These guys were obviously bad news. A different crowd. And here she was walking willingly into one of their houses. Taehyung’s boxy smile was to blame she reasoned. It felt too sweet sometimes it surprised her to remember when he literally illegally spray painted her car now. A mixture of emotions would clash when she recalled that after these encounters – especially after school as she stared through her rose-tinted windshield to return home.  

Finishing typing the address into her Notes app, Nari lightly nodded, biting down the uncertainty into the back of her mouth. Taehyung reached out to grab her phone from her hands. He swiped it with ease, making her eyes bulge.

“Hey!” she exclaimed, hands shooting outwards to grab it back – which he easily countered by raising the phone above his head; his height over her gave him an advantage. His brows raised and his eyes widened dramatically at her – challenging her like that night so many weeks ago before he rose his other arm up to type away on her phone. Tilting his jaw up, he watched the screen as he fended her off.

“Taehyung,” Nari grabbed at his arm, strong tendons flexed under her fingertips but he didn’t budge as he continued typing.

“There,” Taehyung said after a moment, a grin flashing onto his face.

Handing back her phone, Nari could see the screen relaying what he did shining bright back at her. His number was inputted in her contacts under the name “Taehyung-Oppa.” It made her snort.

“How old are you, again? You aren’t older than me, right?” he queried, leaning back against the beat-up forgotten lockers of the secluded hallway.

“You aren’t my oppa,” she laughed as she clicked on the contact and shifted the name to read “Just Taehyung.” Again, his brows twitched in a challenge before his grin burned brighter.

“When’s your birthday?” he prompted.

“August,” she replied. His confidence faltered a bit as he realized she was indeed his elder – but he wanted to be her elder. He couldn’t imagine calling her noona. Not when she was so cute and small and fiery.

Clearing his throat, he nodded his chin towards her phone, switching brainwaves. “Just in case you get lost,” Taehyung gave as an explanation for his number.

“Uh-huh,” Nari replied with a raised brow.

His own phone vibrated in his pocket, making him tug it free. Checking it out before letting out an exclamation of a ‘yeah!’

“I’ve got to go. Hyung got pizza,” Taehyung beamed. He really was like a golden retriever, getting this excited over food. He paused, pointing at her phone with a serious look suddenly.

“Text me,” he near commanded.

But then he was off, rushing into the slowly dissipating crowds of students in the hall. She watched as he rounded the stairwell, skipping every two steps as he went.

These boys always seemed to be running off as soon as they appeared. Nari sighed out, dragging a hand through her hair. Scratching at her scalp, she huffed again. A group of delinquents… and her. At a party.

It wasn’t what she pictured the day the blue-haired kid crept over to her table and asked if she was going to uphold her threat.

Was she stupid for wanting to go still?

Probably.

[honey-milk-depresso]

Stuck with Heartslabyul

I also procrastinated on this for so frickin’ long. I made two other series of being home dorm quarantined with other TWST characters like Octavinelle and Savanaclaw which you can go read if you want! I hope you enjoy this one! ^^

Riddle Rosehearts

He still somehow carry out his dorm leader duties-

Let us shed a tear for this young boy-

also there is from head to toe neatly

V e r y  neatly 

placed in order

organized files, books, documents-

What tf is this an office or a dorm room?????

well whatever-

He thinks that this is the perfect opportunity to bake things.

With you!

Well, truthfully he can’t really bake as well as Trey but he tries,

and if you are by his side baking,

he feels a little bit more confident, and a lot more happier!

Unbirthday parties can’t be carried out since

ya know,

no social contact :’)))

so, he’ll just have daily unbirthday parties with you!

And lemme just tell you,

after so many hours of baking,

he’s getting the hang of it-

And you realized he’s actually really good in setting a tea party atmosphere.

Like he knows how to arrange the teacups,

he prepared frickin’ napkins my lord this Ciel Phantomhive kid is extra-

But not going to lie, 

It’s really pretty the set up.

AND HE GOT THEM ROSE PETALS ON THE TABLE-

EVERYTHING IS ARRANGED SUPER PRETTY-

Buuuut, his baking still needs some work going-

D A N G THO-

“RIDDLE, THAT’S A LOT OF SUGAR-”

“Oh? R-really? Didn’t it say 5 tablespoons?”

“You poured 5 whole cups-”

“Ah-”

Trey Clover

Listen,

being stuck with Trey is the best option-

He bakes

A SHIT TON OF PASTRIES-

And I’m not saying he baked a lot of pastries equivalent to how much he bakes for unbirthday parties-

Oh no non no-

It’s frickin’ thrice the amount-

THE ENTIRE ROOM SMELLS LIKE EVERY SWEET PASTRIES OUT THERE-

He experimented a lot-

From baking macrons, chiffon cakes, frickin’ candy art-

You are blessed when you’re stuck with him, s/o-

seriously-

“Holy shit Trey, what is that??”

“Oh, I’m just carving the chocolate.”

“Honey, that looks like you just created Van Gogh shit, that looks fancy and really hard to do-”

“Sugar, I’ll make your food look and taste like ‘Van Gogh shit’ for you anytime.”

“OH MY SHIT YOUR SO SWEET, I CAN’T-”

Cough cheesy Trey cOuGH

And he’s like a housewife not gonna lie-

he wakes up earlier during quarantine surprisingly, 

maybe cuz he always finish schoolwork MUCH earlier now-

and he doesn’t have much to carry out as Vice dorm-

so he wakes up early,

and cooks frickin pancakes whatever delicious shit that comes to mind for you to eat for breakfast

cbdhidcchnff hnf

W H A T-

Also brush your teeth after you finish eating-

Cater Diamond

Man-

Cup noodle game is strong-

Unhealthy, yes-

but you do all sorts of things with it,

to which he’ll always post on Magicam.

Like you guys make curry instant noodles,

salad with the dry instant noodle bits for salad toppings--

list goes on my dude-

bruh-

and not only that, 

he posts all those like daily life at home (or in this case his dorm room-)

and he’s gonna be posting about E V E R Y T H I N G

From what you both had for breakfast, what you guys did at 3 pm,

Every. Second. Of. Being. Stuck. With. You.

B R U H

“CATER, I LIKE SOME PRIVACY-”

“I know, that’s why I’ll post it in my private account which is my diary btw~”

“First off, your private account has like at least 1000 people in it, secondly, buy yourself an actual book diary, and thirdly, I’m liTERALLY IN THE TOILET WITH UGLY ASS BAGGY PANTS TRYING TO FIX THE LIGHTS-”

“BUT BABE-”

Because of this incident, you bought him a plain writing book online.

You know he wouldn’t like writing with a lot of words,

soooo

Scrapbooking! *Cue the glitter filter*

he has so much fun!

Decorating, pasting all the photos he took with you and printed them out.

He loves it so much! Being stuck with Cater is productive and maybe a little tiring, but hey! Works for the both of you!

Deuce Spade

This boy-

Oh my god-

He’s absolutely so sweet and adorable-

I can’t-

He’s not the best, he knows,

sometimes he wonders why you would ever want to be stuck with him-

but this man puts in more effort than he can to make sure you are comfortable during the pandemic time-

like his cooking went from a C to S class dear-

Although they are egg based dishes, there is

A  w i d e variety in each dish-

And it really tastes good-

But you can tell he’s really tired trying to perfect his dish,

he wished he was Trey my lord-

DONT EVER THINK THAT BBY

YOU ARE PERFECT JUST THE WAY YOU ARE VSJVSWEADFGFHFTYKV-

Cuddle him please,

every day at every hour at every second just pleaseeeee

he needs it-

and he wants it-

but is just shy about it-

GIVE HIM THE CUDDLES-

ahem sorry-

continuing,

he surprisingly took up knitting and wanted you to join in after browsing online for more recipes to which randomly stumbled upon knitting basics videos

So arts and crafts time!!! ahh children-

He knits a very simple cloth at first-

which escalated to become scarves, blankets , mittens, sweaters like-

w o a h

Grandma Deuce-

and he also found these charity organizations who sold homemade products online to collect money to raise funds to give to people in need.

Let us put it as it’s not a scam website.

Soooo he published some of his hand made scarves, blankets and sweaters online-

And I swear this man is so sweet I can’t-

“Well, we have to do something to help these people! And they’re giving us a chance to give them our support!”

YES DEAR U ARE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT

YOU ARE GONNA BE MODEL STUDENT EACH YEAR-

He also used the first handmade blanket he knitted with you as your official sleeping blanket.

With shit tons of cuddles.

Being stuck with Deuce is honestly just so sweet and wholesome.

Ace Trappola

This idiot-

This absolute h e a t h e n-

I just wish you good luck man-

He just absolutely LOVES to prank you.

“ACE WHAT THE FUC-”

“What the fck what?”

“YOU PUT THIS WATER BALLOON ABOVE MY DOOR DIDN’T YOU?!”

“Huh? What makes you think that?”

“WE’RE LITERALLY THE ONLY ONES IN THIS ROOM WHAT YOU MEAN HOW WOULD I FCKING KNOW-”

You just gotta survive by pranking him too.

Also this man-

LOVES

G A M E S

And not just video games,

Oh non no no-

Hide and seek, chase-

ya name it.

At every hour-

You also play virtual UNO with the whole Heartslaybyul gang sometimes-

“WTF GIVE ME A GREEN-”

“AHAHAHAHHAHA-”

“Riddle, lower your microphone level-”

“TREY SHUSH, I’M NOT LETTING THAT ACE BASTARD WIN, SO I WNT THIS STUPID CARD DECK TO GIVE ME GREEN-”

*Pulls a green card*

“FINALLY!”

*You put in the green reverse card*

*Switch back to poor Riddle lmao*

“NOOOOOOOOO, WTF GIVE ME A GREENNNNN-”

“AHAHAHA NICE ONE S/O-”

Cuddles

every night-

moving on,

He’s also the type who will make memes of the two of you when being stuck together lmao-

As for food-

either take out or you cook-

He cannot be trusted with the kitchen-

he can’t take one step in it no joke-

All in all, being stuck with Ace is really just crack level head energy soraing through the sky with his love dovey antics.

[pitter-patter-esikars]

What made you start shipping some of your JJBA ships?

Hmm! That's an interesting question! It's a bit of a longwinded answer and so I'll pt it under a cut! I'm sorry I don't have art for this question, but I'll try to make it up!

I think it depends specifically on the ship to explain why it appeals to me! There's a lot of arguably mainstream ones I like (Bruabba, Avpol, Esikars), because I like the characters as individuals because they're so interesting to me on their own and I think as a pair, they compliment each other and really show what I think is fascinating.

For very canon ones, like Sorlato, Yukako/Koichi (and Squatizi in my heart), it's not broken so I don't see why I should fix it! Yukako had to grow on me a bit because at first she scared me, but like. I love her now. I just think the ones that are technically canon work in their own right in any given scenario and they do pair well and play off each other (cant say much for Sorlato obviously but. theres implications lol). THere's obviously all the Jobro ships (Gyjo, Josuyasu, Jotakak) that I don't have in a different setup, and I think they hold very well as tried-and-true dynamics with plenty of potential for characterr growth in a positive manner that I find particularly pleasant!

Then there's the one I like to call "Braincell Hot Potato" because I like group dynamics and sometimes just making it a ship is a fun way to play even more with the banter and possible scenarios. Joseph/Suzi/Caesar/Whammu is a really fun one because if you split them, Joseph/Suzi clearly worked (for a while), and there's a lot of appeal to Caesar/Whammu on their own, but if you throw in Joseph as the bane of both of their existences, and Suzi as the voice of reason, it's a really funny dynamic! To a lesser extent is Erina/Jonathan/Speedwagon and Jolyne/F.F./Hermes, just because I like them so much as trios I would feel bad if I personally separated them. ESPECIALLY the Stone Ocean girls, I'd feel like I personally needed to atone if I were to cut any one of them out here.

I have a lot of nonsensical ships though! Terence/N'Doul/Vanilla was first proposed in a fic as roommates and tbh the idea really stuck. I used to HATE Vanilla Ice but after he grew on me after MANY years and now I really like throwing him into modern AU scenarios in my brain to think about how he'd tackle them. Terence is on the complete opposite side of him and N'Doul is both almost a voice of reason in comparison and ALSO my favorite villain in part 3, so I didn't see a problem with stickin them all together. I think they just need some time away from Blond Bodysnatching Bloodsuckers. Mariah/Midler is because I love them both very much even though we don't see Midler technically! I think that since canon doesn't touch on them much, they're absolutely fun to pair because it means I can show them the love Araki very clearly forgot to! And there's the obvious villain ones like Karspucci and Kiraboss where their only interactions that I've ever seen near canon has been EoH or Jorge Joestar, and I think they have the potential to be hilarious. Under what circumstances would Kira and Diavolo get along without immediately losing their minds and murdering each other in a loop a-la-Cube House incident? Do Kars and Pucci have anything in common at all? No clue, we should explore these uncharted territories! In a similar note, Shinobu/Kosaku (Kira) is interesting to me because Shinobu was having a great time and Kira actually seemed a bit happy for a moment there, and I wonder if he would be a normal person if he had just Chilled TF Out for a bit. Obviously in canon that's not what happened but I wonder what could've happened if Kira decided to just steal Kosaku's life and do it better than him and be happy with it. Also my wife likes Shinobu very much, and that's what made me think about the ship at all dbfjhg

La Squadra is interesting to me because I really like how the duos (Meloghia, Forluso, Risopro) play off each other as it is, but their appeal as a group extends to there being a lot of shaking up the dynamic. Prosciutto and Illuso, smug bastards as they are, would have a HORRIBLE time on a mission together but I feel like that could be fun to think about. Risotto and Ghiaccio very clearly have opposing personality types but their stands would be exceedingly interesting to figure out were they to do a duo mission. Formaggio and Melone might be the most compatible outside of Meloghia and even then I dont think anyone would leave unscathed. I even like Risotto/Bruno as capos who care deeply for their teams and might even have similar ideologies and circumstances are what kept them from really being friends or getting along. Formaggio/Pesci is also a ship that's slowly gained my attention because I've seen a lot of cute art and while I don't actually ship Pesci with anyone because I'm quite content with his stuff in canon, I just think it's a neat one!

All-in-all though, shipping is really just a side thing! I love ships and character dynamics and scenarios and banter but I also don't really need it to engage with the characters I think! La Squadra's dynamic for me is just as interesting if I didn't think certain characters dating could be funny. Battle Tendency is amazing as it is regardless of if I like Caejose as a couple or as idiot friends who also hate each other.

The only ship that truly matters hands down, is Esikars because...listen. Esidisi had no reason to follow Kars for 10k years and raise kids with him and defend him from their whole race. Esidisi went OUT OF HIS WAY to throw his dignity and tact out the window in the hopes that he could buy enough time for Kars to get the Red Stone even though he KNEW he was going to die. It's stated multiple times that Kars hates Joseph SPECIFICALLY for killing Esidisi. What would drive Kars and Esidisi to be as casual with each other as they are (given their clear ranking system). You LOOK at me and tell me there's no love there.

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Pink Chains

Punk! Kyotani x Bubbly F! reader. Aka my favorite cliche trope. It lives in my head every second of the day.

This is the FIRST HALF because its too much words to fit in one post ! :(

Kyotani owns a grunge /punk apparel shop after leaving the Sendai Frogs after a incident with the Black Jackals. He designs his own clothes and hires Oikawa & Iwaizumi as his employees. Everything goes smoothly for awhile, till you walk in; pink dress, big smile , and bubbly personality. His whole life stops in that moment. 

“Excuse me sir? Do you have a fitting room?”

He blinks finally realizing you are in front of him looking a little huffy, bunching up your cheeks waiting for his answer. Kyo rubs the back of his neck showing off his wolf sleeve to you along with his tone muscles after playing volleyball in highschool. He points with his chin towards the left. “In the back” he tells you. The smile you give him just about melts his fucking heart

***

Oikawa can be heard having a stroke pretty much in the background and a loud slap making him shut up. Kyo shows you where the fitting room is and its more like a room with a curtain on it . You skip past him going in and before you close the curtain you smile at him again.

“Dont leave! I want a second opinion, okay?!?” The curtain whipped closed.

Kyo looked over at his friends and Iwazuimi just nodded fast while Oikawa gave him a thumbs up. Kyo rolled his eyes looking down at his clothes while he waited. A black shirt with a wolf on it , black jeans with rips in them , chains hanging around his pockets and tan boots . He rubs his volleyball tattoo and glances at his sleeve thinking for a minute. Not once had he seen someone like you in his store, even on his day off his friends would text him if such a thing ever happened. So what exactly were you doing?

You flipped your dress over the curtain and Kyos eyes immediately caught it. He looked over his arm and the two were trying not to panic. When he looked back you peeked out from the curtain smiling.

“Ok ready? Be honest ok?”

“...sure..”

you moved the curtain and posed for him. “So?”

It was wonderful, the skirt the shirt the way they fit perfectly on you , the colors looked great on you too even if the shirt was a mix of dark colors and the skirt was red. Kyo gulped taking it in, god he hoped you would be a regular after this.

“Its perfect sweetie.” He said , eyes wide in disbelief.

“Ee really?!?”

“ yes.”

You giggled closing the curtain again and pulled your dress down. Kyo looked over his shoulder again and Iwazuimi had his head on the register and Oikawa was just giving him a thumbs up.

You skipped outta the dressing room holding the items and giving Kyo a smile . “Ill take em !” You told him full of eagerness.

“Okay okay.” He motioned for you to follow him to the register , giving his friends a look till they moved. Kyo went around the desk and rang up the stuff abd of course Oikawa had to say something.

“Never seen a cutie like you before in here!”

Kyo looked over at him and Iwazuimi pulled him away. “I just remembered a shipment came in”

“Iwa-chaaaan”

It was just you and him now. Kyo had no idea what to say to you , fuck he really was awful with girls. He placed the bag on the register and you took it from him , your fingers touching his knuckles and rings for a second. Kyo rubbed his knuckles with his free hand not looking at you.

“Thank you!”

“Uh huh. Anytime.”

He was waiting for the bell on the door to go off, signalling that you left but it never came. Kyo was getting slightly annoyed, not at you but himself. He cant even make conversation.

“I like your tattoo!!!”

He blinked looking over at you to see you pointing to his wolf sleeve. “Its so pretty!!”

“Thank you.”

“Uhm i know people dont like their tattoos touched but i wanted to tell you its pretty.”

“.....you can touch it…” good, cmon Kyo… “i dont mind.” He held his arm out.

“Really?!?” Her hands hovered over it and Kyo nodded slowly.

Slowly you placed your hands on his arm on the first wolf. Kyos hand was in a fist he was so nervous , no female had ever asked to touch his ink before let alone talk to him . You were so soft, feeling your fingers glide over his wolves was the best thing he felt in a long time. It was almost as satisfying as spiking the ball.

“All so pretty!!” You ran your hands up while you spoke. “I want one but im so nervous!!!”

He couldn't help but smile at that. “Oh yeah? Of what?”

“Mm!! I love red pandas.. they are just so cute and tiny !! But also kittens are cute.. “ you stopped at the biggest wolf on his upper arm. He felt you squeeze his muscle.

“Red pandas and kittens would be cool” he told you , trying to flex his arm without you noticing.

“Mmm!!! But the red pandas… they are so fuzzy . And im a little scared of the pain.” Squeeze squeeze.

“It only hurts for a little while.” His face felt red and his hand was no longer a fist. “Maybe i can go with you if you decide to do it. My guy did all my ink.”

You jumped and squeezed for a minute before letting go. “REALLY?!? I . Well uh, youll be there if i get scared ?”

Kyo gave you a smug smile as he rubbed his sleve. “Yeah yeah, you can squeeze my hand if you get scared or it hurts too much.”

“Ah yay!!” You pulled your phone outta your bag and handed it to him. It took him a second to realize what you wanted. Kyo put his number in and you took the phone back giggling.

“Kyo! Okay! Ill see you tonight!!!” You waved goodbye leaving the store and Iwa and Kawa ran over tackling Kyo to the ground .

They teased him till he got fed up and pushed them off . They all sat on the floor just taking in the moment. The look on Iwas face was perfect, he was so proud of his friend and Kawa was too but also he wanted to make jokes . Kyo leaned on the register just staring at his rings with a smile. His phone buzzed a minute later and as soon as he read the text his heart fluttered.

“Hi!! Its y/n! Im so excited for you to with me! Ill meet you outside your shop kay?!? ✨✨✨✨✨”

He smiled and replied back.

“Okay sweetie.”

***

Safe to say Kyo was on edge all day , thank god Iwazuimi was there to help customers whenever Kyo shut down and just had that angry look on his face. Oikawa was stuck on stock duty even though he finished a half hour ago . Kyo just gave him odd jobs till he had enough.

Oikawa went over to the register leaning down on it to see Kyo staring at his phone at the text , he shot Oikawa a look and he just had a smug look on his face.

“Is the summer line out …”

“Yep. Did that about two hours ago.”

“Well go fold something.”

“How about you tell me how this girl has you all messed up Mad Dog.”

Kyo looked up, putting his phone down standing up , he grabbed Oikawas shirt and the smug boy put his hands up grinning.

“Its okay to be nervous Mad Dog.”

“Im not...nervous.”

Iwazuimi looked over and hurried to his friends pulling Oikawa back. “Knock it off.” He told him.

“Iwa-chan tell him he cant see this girl if hes gonna get all angry and pouty.”

Iwazuimi leaned onto the register thinking it over, Oikawa was right , as much as he hated admitting it . “Kyo..shitty Kawa is right.”

Kyo turned to his friend and Oikawa walked away feeling accomplished.

“I know she was super happy and bubbly and you were all closed off in the beginning but you let her touch your ink. You have never let anyone touch your ink before. Your not who you were in highschool Kyotani, dont scare her off .”

He leaned on the register looking at the rings on his hands . “I really fucked myself with that attitude i had didint i, im lucky the Sendai Frogs even picked me up when they did.”

“Remember how annoying it was to hear those girls scream whenever Oikawa served the ball?”

“Mhm.”

“Its your chance to stick it too him , that girl paid no attention to him. And she looked really interested in you. Just calm down and breathe.”

Kyo looked over his shoulder to see Oikawa chatting up a punk girl who was not interested. Iwazuimi stretched while he watched. “This isn't his element anymore. Its yours Kyo.”

He rubbed his tattoo taking in a deep breath. “Damn right it is.”

••

8 o clock finally came and Kyo was still inside writing down the weekly income while Iwa and Kawa locked everything up. Business should pick up soon with his new summer line , he was looking forward to the extra money but not the longer shifts. Iwa and Kawa went over to the desk and Iwazuimi took the key from Kyos hand.

“Excuse you.” He said looking up.

“Your dates here.” Kawa said looking over his shoulder.

Kyo got up looking over Kawa to see you outside the door holding a pink shoulder bag . She really showed up..

“We will finish the records” Iwa told him

“Iwa will finish them” Kawa said

Iwazuimi grabbed his shirt preventing him from leaving. “We, will finish the records.”

“Ugnnn…”

“Lock up after.” Kyo grabbed his jacket putting it on , it was light blue with zippers all over it.

Kyo opened the door feeling his heart in his throat, he was nervous but he could do this. What was he so afraid of ?

You turned around hearing the bell and gave Kyo a big hug and a smile. “Hi Kyo!!!”

Oh fuck.

He lightly put his arm around you and you jumped back smiling . “Ready?”

“Y..yep. Yes. My guy does great work.” He said walking with you.

“Whats he like?!?” You asked walking with him happily.”

“Mmm well, hes nice . Likes to sit in his shop all day. Bit of a wise ass.” He looked down to see you looking at his sleeve again. You glanced up and jumped .

“Sorry!! “

“Dont be, i think you love it as much as i do .”

“Ive always liked wolves but everyone told me they were too scary for me to like.”

Kyo smirked walking closer . “Oh yeah? They aren't all bad.”

“I know!” You poked at his arm. “You are really cool so that just proves they arent all bad.”

It took him a minute to register what you said .”i'm flattered sweetie.”

“Tell me about you!”

“Mm..” Kyo rubbed his sleeve, giving everyone they passed the death glare. “I played volleyball in highschool, those guys at my shop played too on the team. I got picked up by the Sendai Frogs for a bit but after awhile i wanted something calmer”

You stopped walking and Kyo stopped looking back to see you with big eyes. “Whats.. wrong?”

“You did professional volleyball?!?”

“Yep. But i wanted to design things , and Oikawa and Iwazuimi came along with me. My tattoo guy was on our highschool team too.”

“Thats.. AMAZING.” You grabbed his arm following him going on and on asking about being a professional and what it was like.”

Kyo felt really nice inside, he even told you about his attitude in highschool and you just thought it was so silly . “What?!? But your so nice and calm now!”

Safe to say his heart grew after hearing that. He squeezed your hand and let go to open the door to the tattoo shop.

“Thank you sweetie, were here.”

••

The tattoo shop had music blaring as soon as Kyo opened the door making you blink a few hundred times.

“Oi Mattsun!! where are you.” Kyo said, lightly pushing you inside so he could close the door. You found yourself clinging to Kyos arm looking all around trying to adjust to the music and this very bright room . It had art Everywhere. Posters, free hand, digital, tattoos, everything. You could not tell what color the walls were. In the center was the stations with a desk to the left when you walked in and a waiting area in the corner on the right.

“Oi!!!!”

“Shaddup! Your ruining the best part!!!”

You looked up at Kyo watching him yell with a huge smile on his face.

“OI!!!!”

“KYOTANI I SWEAR ILL FUCK YOU UP IF YOU DONT-... oh my”

The music cut off and a tall man appeared from the other side of the desk . He was covered in tattoos from neck to ankles. Very spiky black hair and a lip ring with ear piercings . He had on loose shorts and black Vans with his tattoo shops shirt on. He made his way around the desk looking you over then giving Kyo a look.

“Who's this?”

Before Kyo could speak you let go of his arm and jumped in front of him. “Im y/n! Id like a tattoo please!”

Mattsun folded his arms smirking and looked over you to Kyo who was half smirking half trying to figure out why the hell you did that.

“ shes with me Mattsun, “

“Alright alright.” He put his hands uo turning his music back on but at a more bearable level and brought you to his station with a sketchbook. You sat down fixing your dress and Kyo took your bag to hold it . Mattsun snapped a picture and Kyo grabbed his shirt.

“Dont.”

“Too late.! Cant wait for Oikawa to see”

“Fuck you Mattsun”

“Uhm..”

They both looked at you and Mattsun chuckled, swatting Kyos hand away and scooted closer to you in his wheely chair . “Okay Y/n , what would you like hmm?”

“Uhm.. a red panda!”

Mattsun looked at Kyo and then you then Kyo then the art on his walls then Kyo again.

“ what did you bring me.”

Kyo was leaning forward in his wheely chair moving back and forth looking very satisfied with this situation. “I mean if you cant do it ill go to 13 Tattoos down the street”

“Fuck you Kyotani you step one foot in that shop and im never inking you again”

You poked Kyos arm and he looked over at you .

“Uhm.. kyo.”

“Yes sweetie?”

“Youll hold my hand right i..”

Mattsun saw Kyo get flustered for a second and chuckled into his sketchbook while he drew a red panda. Good for you Mad Dog.

Kyo looked down at her hand, he was hesitating. He just needed to grab it. What was he doing? She likes you Mad Dog . His arm inched forward and you placed your hand in his , god the clash with his sleeve and your skin was the best thing hes ever seen. So innocent, fragile, excited. And he was loud, lashed out, swore, pushed buttons… god he loved it.

“Y/n hows this look?” He turned the sketchbook around and you looked along with Kyo.

It was in fact a red panda up on its back legs with its little paws in the air with a happy face and some hearts around it.

“Is SO CUTE !! Kyo kyo look!!!”

“I see it sweetie.” He couldn't help but laugh at the little panda and Mattsun. “Its cute, Mattsun”

“Of course!” He set the sketchbook down and got his gear ready. “Im happy you like it y/n, where would you like it?”

“Oh oh! My arm please the inside a little above my elbow ?”

He smiled scooting closer . “Okay, hold it out for me y/n”

You held out your arm and rubbed Kyos hand with your thumb, he jumped in his skin looking down at you but you were focused on Mattsun drawing the panda on you. He lightly rubbed back on your hand enjoying how soft your skin felt against his thumb.

Mattsun peeled the paper away and picked up his tool, turning it on. “Ready?”

“Yes!..”

“Hold still for me y/n” he leaned forward and started on the outline on your skin.

It hurt, oh it hurt.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

You can do this y/n

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

“Still got my art on the wall huh?”

Zzzzzzzzzzzzz

“Why wouldn't i? Hows Kawa and Iwa?”

Zzzzz…..

“Same as always. You should see Oikawa strike out at work Mattsun”

Zzzzzzzz…. it was getting hard to keep a straight face..

“That sounds hilarious is he still complaining over the skinny jeans?”

Zzzzz...z.z.z..zzzzz

“God yeah.”

“Ky..kyo..”

he looked up from the tattoo to see you on the verge of tears, you kept looking down and trying to fidget but Mattsun had a firm grip on you. “Stay still for me y/n okay? Don't move”He glanced at Kyo and leaned back to change ink colors then started on coloring.

“Kyo..-“

He reached up with his free hand to cup your cheek and turn your head so you could see him. “Look at me.”

“K..”

“ sshh.. just focus on me okay? Tell me why you like red pandas .”

“ they.. are fuzzy.. i love fuzzy stuff.. and they are troublemakers getting into.. all sorts of things..”

He lightly ran his thumb under your eye getting rid of a tear .

“Dont..dont let go of my hand..”

“I wont Sweetie. What else do you like about them “

“Doing great Y/n, almost done”

“Uhm.. they.. i love red. Its my favorite color. And they like to flop around and tackle each other.. I heard a zoo nearby has them but.. i dont know where.``

“Miyagi zoo, would you like to go sweetie?”

“Y-yes i..” your eyes wandered away from Kyo and he brought you back to him gently.

“Ssh , look at me. Just me remember?”

“Just.. you.”

“Yes sweetie. Youre doing so good.”

“Done.” He wiped the panda a few times and scooted back taking a picture with his phone. “My apprentice is gonna have a stroke. Okay y/n if you wanna go look my mirror is right over by the wall”

Kyo helped you up and wiped under both of your eyes with his thumbs and you smiled up at him holding yourself. “I..i did it..” you choked out a giggle.

“Yes you did. Go take a look .” Kyo told you and let you go. He watched you make your way to the mirror and Mattsun yanked him over to his desk getting behind it to record the order in the laptop. They were quiet for a second .

Mattsun looked up at Kyo, he was leaning on the desk with his arms up on it.

“How the fuck did you meet her”

“She came into my store, Mattsun. Do you see her?”

“Did she buy ANYTHING?”

“She bought the plaid red skirt and the kitten guitar shirt”

“What the fuck Kyotani.”

“Ask Iwa and Oikawa, they could not keep it together.”

Mattsun took his phone out texting Oikawa.

“I let her touch my sleeve, Mattsun”

His friend dropped his phone looking up at this hard and angry punk guy staring at him.

“She told me she thought it was pretty and I let her touch it, every wolf.”

“I did the ink and i can't even touch it”

“Shes just.. i don't even know Mattsun. Shes different.”

“From your usual? Uh yeah i'd say so.”

“ i wanna hold onto her, but i dont know how, im scared ill.. scare her off.”

“Dont be gettin all sentimental on me Mad Dog, if she didint run off from my music, your swearing or your store shes not gonna run off now, she was going to have a panic attack in my damn chair if you didint calm her down.”

“Shut up, im not sentimental.. she was gonna .. cry.”

“God..”

“Fuck you, how much is the tattoo”

“$40 because im feeling nice and its about time you had a girl interested in you”

Kyo took his wallet out and put the money on the desk, “keep the change”

“Oh what a baller.” He teased taking the money and coming around to shove his friend. “Good to see you, lets all get together soon for some beach volleyball “

“Yeah yeah, and fine. But you call everyone , “

“Killjoy.”

You skipped over hugging Kyos sleeve and showing him your panda and thanking Mattsun over and over.

“Of course y/n , happy you like it.” He pat your head.

••

Kyo said his goodbyes and was walking down the street with you , it was 9 at night now and he did not want to leave yet.. you were still hugging his sleeve not talking much .

“Hey..”

“Yes kyo?”

“You told me your name and i've still been calling you sweetie, why haven't you said anything? “

You let go of his arm skipping in front of him smiling. “Well, i like it. Its cute to hear you say it..”

He smirked, rubbing his head trying not to look at you. “Will you laugh if i say i don't want to leave yet.”

You shyly took his hand holding it. “No, I wont. I uhm.. i have class in the morning but.. do you want to spend the night? N-not for uh .. uhm.. i mean.. i.. uh.”

Kyo laughed pulling his hand back bringing you with it, he wrapped his other arm around you. “That sounds nice sweetie, id love too.”

“Yay!! Youll get to meet Mocha!!!”

“Mocha?”

“My kitten!!!”

He sighed down at you giving you a hug and you squeezed him. “Thank you.. for calming me down …”

“Of course. You did great sweetie.”

You giggled, swaying a bit. “Ahh easy my arm kinda hurts heh..”

“Oh right, it will be tender for a week or so.” He held you close keepin an eye on your arm. “You did great , you really did.”

You nuzzled into his chest feeling full of bliss . “Thank you Kyo.”

••

@zoppzoop

@nekxrizawa, @kyovtani thought you would enjoy this !

[thatsallotadamage]

I don't have any specific characters in mind, but this bit of dialogue has been stuck in my head for a while "You didn't spend all that time getting me to respect myself just for me to forget it the second you fuck up." so like... idk here's this if you want to use it??

Shoji knocked on the door to his friends room. It had been a long day around UA after some training incident and Tokoyami had been locked in his room since classes ended. He usually spent some time out in the common area with him and Hagakure or even hanging out with Todoroki in his room, but he checked there and the boy hadn't been nesting in that room. "Tokoyami, are you in there?" He asked, knowing damn well the answer, but as he waited there wasn't a sound.

He took a deep breath and knocked again "Dark Shadow, are you in there?" He asked it.

"Yeah we're in here" they replied and quickly unlocked the door before Tokoyami could protest.

Shoji walked into the stereotypically emo looking bedroom with the occassional pride flag or poster strung up on the wall. In the corner of the room he saw Tokoyami curled up in his "nest" as he called it with Dark Shadow coiled around him like a security blanket, it seemed to be in low spirits aswell. He shut the door behind him and walked over, holding three protien bars and sat down. "I figured we could have dinner together since you guys don't feel like coming downstairs" he suggested. Dark shadow was the first to bend, they quickly snatched the protien bar from him and started munching on it.

"Well, Fumi you need to eat" he said. The other groaned and took the protien bar, munching on it "Thank you Shoji".

The three sat in silence for awhile before Shoji spoke once more "You know he isn't mad at you, infact I overheard him talking to Bakugou about how he hoped you were alright" he said and glanced at the door to make sure it was shut. For once he let his speaking nub turn back into a nub and pulled down his mask to eat with his normal mouth. He felt comfortable with doing it around Tokoyami since the other had encouraged him so much about his appearance.

"Why? Why is he worried about me when I'm the one who- who-" he threw the wrapper in frustration and Dark shadow hurried to pick it up "Fumi dont throw things!" They scolded. He just glared at his quirk and took a deep breath "I'm the one who should worry about him, I bit him! I bit him like a fucking- like an animal!".

Shoji was no stranger to insults but he knew calling someone with an animal mutation quirk an animal was heinous and derogatory. Tokoyami had worked so hard to help him with his own issues, specifically about his face and arm webbing. He wasn't just going to let this slide.

"Dont say that about yourself" he said sternly "You reacted how any person in a panick would react by being forced into a headlock by mr- it's all in the forearms of all people" he pointed out.

Tokoyami looked up from his lap "I bit him Shoji! I bit Sero the nicest guy in our class and then my stress grip kicked in and I couldn't let go" he said, his voice quivering as he gripped some of his head feathers "Even Aizawa's cancel didn't work on me because it's not my quirk that's the problem it's my stupid stupid biology!" He cried out. "Do you know how terrible I felt? I couldn't let go and he was screaming his head off trying to pull away? I'm terrible Shoji, with some freaky biology like mine Dark shadow and I will never be heroes" he said.

"Well I dont know about you but I am getting a herk license" Dark Shadow said sternly.

"Not the time DS" Shoji said.

"Sorry" it said and shrunk back.

"You can still be a hero Fumikage" Shoji said, hesitantly putting two hands on his back. "Wheres your self respect?" He asked.

"Wherever the hell all the socks in the dryer go" he said with an eye roll and wiped away a stray tear from his eye. He wasnt crying, it was just a feather in his eye.

Shoji sat up straight "You really spent all this time, these past six months getting me to respect myself to the point I am taking to you right now without a mask on, only to think I'd forget it the second you fuck up?" He asked. Tokoyami looked at him as this was very out of character for him to even say the word fuck. But he had to admit Shoji was right and he was a big fat hypocrite to think himself any less a person because of his certain instincts.

"You have a way with words Mezo, tones that make me question my own understandings of things" he said, leaning against him "I'm sorry" he apologized.

"You don't have to apologize, just look at it from another angle next time" the other said and dusted the crumbs off "Should we go get some real food bow?" He asked. Tokoyami looked to be in a better mood and nodded.

___

Tokoyami and Shoji were standing in the comons kitchen eating cereal while leaned against the cupboards "And then she said-" Shoji's words were cut short when someone walked in.

"Hey guys! C'mon we're doing a campaign tonight and Uraraka's the DM!" Sero said, grinning ear to ear with excitement. Who wouldn't? Uraraka was known for the more, chaotic campaigns.

Tokoyami couldn't help but glance down at Sero's left arm which was gauged up but the sight of a black and blue bruise could be seen creeping out from under the large would.

"Are you sure you'd like Us to join?" Tokoyami asked.

Sero nodded in excitement "Course! We need a tank and a poet bard- or you could bring that character you rolled up last oneshot! The drough!" His eyes practically sparkled.

Tokoyami giggled at the memory "I'll gi grab Edward scissorhand's character sheet from my room and meet you guys in the commons" he said and headed off to find the sheet he was sure was pinned somewhere in his room. Maybe this could be fun.

____

This was legit really fun to write. It's been awhile since I wrote a drabble like this

[twistedlymad]

UwU Your writing is amazing !!!!! I loved the puppy and cat escapades \ ^o^ / . Would you be willing to do one in wich the mc is bullied by the extras, because you know, no magic and already a director, how would the boys react?? Will this be the end of the extras?!?? Ill be eternally gratefull. iTs okay if you cant throug. Hope you have a wonderfull day, and dont forget to drink plenty of water, and take breakes. Take care of yourself!!!!

Originally, I had planned this to be another chaos fic, but, I realize while writing this, that bullying is something that cannot be taken lightly. In the Twst Fandom, we also had our fair share of bullying from a few anons and that isn’t okay. 

So, in writing this fic, I made it more sentimental and just so you guys know, if you’re having a bad day or a bad time in general, feel free to talk to anyone, including me! Do not ever hold in your sadness. 

But anyway, I hope this fic lives up to your expectations anon! Thank you for requesting and have a lovely day!

What if you got bullied? (Ft. Everyone!!)

What was supposed to be a great day, turned out to be the worst day you could ever have at Night Raven College.

Your day started off normally, in fact, it started off well! You woke up with a good mood. You saw the furball that you loved so much beside you, sleeping peacefully. You smiled as you gently shook him awake.

“Grim, wake up, it’s already morning.”

“Fgnaaaaa, five… more minutes…” The sleeping creature said, swatting your hand away. You just shook your head at his antics.

“No can do, remember what Crowley would do if he caught us being late again.” You said and the creature’s eyes immediately shot opened and he jumped out of the bed, scurrying about to get ready for the day. You saw his slightly panicking self and giggled to yourself.

“(Y/N)! We shouldn’t be dancing and prancing! If we do, we’re going to be late!” Said the creature as he saw you heading over to your closet in a small waltz.

“Oh, Grim, I woke you up 10 minutes earlier than usual.” You said as you grabbed your uniform and headed to the bathroom. “You have 10 minutes to spare, take your time.” And you left the mumbling little furball in the room, face planting himself back into the bed after hearing your words.

The first half of your day had gone by rather quick and uneventful, not that you were complaining though. It’s nice to not have fights and chaos to settle every once in a while. You had a lot of laughs and smiles here and there with your group of first-year goofballs.

However, your peaceful day was about to turn upside down.

You were walking back to your classroom. Your friends were reserving your spot in Professor Trein’s class while you went to Crowley’s office to take care of some business involving Ramshackle Dorm. You and Grim made your way down the hall to the class.

Some students saw this and thought it was a great opportunity to make you trip and fall. So, one of them stuck out his leg while you were making you were walking. You didn’t have enough time to react and ended up falling for their antics. You immediately turned your body around so Grim, who was in your hands, would be shielded using your body. Your back hit the ground, HARD. A few gasps here and there were heard.

Grim rose his head from your chest to see you using your elbow to prompt yourself up.

“Fgnaaa! (Y/N)!” The furball immediately went to help you up by providing some support.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t see you there.” The student who tripped you said as his friends were laughing.

“School rules say that no magic or fights are allowed on school grounds.” His friends snickered.

“I’m fine… Just… Let me get up.” You said to Grim, who was still helping you.

“Pffft, look at her, so defenseless, she shouldn’t even be at this school!” The student said harshly.

“Hello?! Night Raven College is a place for prestigious mages. Not humans who can’t use magic and defend themselves.” Another student said to you.

“And to think she’s a prefect! Hahahahaha! You couldn’t even compare to the other dorm leaders!” His friend added and they all agreed.

“Looks like Crowley had made a huge mistake in bringing you here, why don’t you just crawl back to that sad excuse for a dorm of yours alongside your lousy furball!” And the group of students cackled at their snarky comments about you.

You just drooped your head down. Even though you didn’t want to admit it, but, they were right.

You had no magic, you were ridiculed at the entrance ceremony but, Crowley still gave you a place to stay and he even made you an official student here. While others struggled in getting here, you sort of knew why they hated you.

You tried your best to hold in your tears as you felt them pricking at the corner of your eyes while your friends defended you.

But, one comment had pushed past your boundaries.

“You’re not even considered to be human in my eyes! To me, you’re just trash. Go find a trash can and make yourself at home!”

Was… Was this what the other students really thought about you? Trash? Useless? No value? You closed your eyes, taking everything in, ignoring everything and everyone else around you. And proceeded to walk away without saying a single word.

Grim shouted for you but you payed no attention to him and just kept speed walking. Your walking slowly became running and you were then running as fast as you could, just letting your legs lead the way. After awhile of running at full speed, you had slowed down and stopped to take a breather. You looked around to see where you were in order for you to get back to school if needed.

However, you were back at Ramshackle Dorm. Your dorm. The tears you had been holding back flowed out as you took slow steps to the dorm you loved. You went in and closed the door behind you. Leaning your back against the door, you cried out your heart as you slowly slid down.

All the student’s words are stuck in your head, reminding you of what everyone else thinks of you. Your tears just kept flowing as you used your sleeves to wipe them away.

‘They’re right, I’m not meant to be here in the first place.’ You thought to yourself. ‘If everyone hates me so, then, I should just disappear.’ You said in your mind as you stood up and went to your room.

You packed some clothing and madol, ready to leave and hopefully start a new life outside of Night Raven College. You stuffed everything into a duffel bag and went to the main entrance of your dorm. You placed your hand on the doorknob, thinking of a route to leave the school undetected. But when you opened the door…

You were faced with everyone you ever knew.

And I mean everyone! Your group of best friends, the dorm-leaders and your seniors. They were all gathered in front of your dorm.

“Ahh! (Y/N)!! I’m so glad we found you!” Ace said as he, Deuce, Epel, Jack, Sebek and Grim came to hug you. You were surprised, too shocked to even register what had happened.

“We heard about the incident today, we already reported it to the headmaster.” Riddle said.

“But the first-years also reported that you were nowhere to be found. So, we came looking for you and your dorm was the only place we haven’t checked.” Azul continued.

“So, we all gathered here after our search!” Kalim concluded. The first-year boys pulled away from their hug and they noticed your bag.

“(Y/N)? What’s going on? Why are you leaving?” Epel asked you. Your eyes slowly travelled to the bag.

“Um…” You started but Deuce cut you off.

“Is it because of those damned students?” Deuce asked you. “Did they threaten you?”

Now, everyone’s eyes were on you. You averted their stares by lowering your head.

“No…” You said, dropping the duffel bag.

“They didn’t threaten me. But, what they said was true, was it not?” You lifted your head to let everyone see your tear-filled eyes. “I am just a human, I don’t possess any magic powers and yet here I am in this school for magicians. Not only that, but I am also the dorm leader for this dorm and I have been made a prefect! Isn’t that unfair to everyone else?” You said out loud, letting everyone hear you.

“I understand why they would have these kinds of thoughts. I understand why they hate me. That’s why I thought that if I have left, no one would have these kinds of thoughts ever again. After, I am the problem, aren’t I?” You concluded.

Truth be told, the boys were shocked. They… They have never seen this side of you. Heck, they never thought you would be capable of producing these types of thoughts. In their eyes, you were always so cheerful and kind, even when things got out of hand, you would remain calm and solve the problem to the best of your abilities. To think someone this pure and precious to them would have such depressing and degrading thoughts is beyond them.

However, this shocked Grim the most. The creature practically lived with you for so long and he didn’t even have a single clue of this side of you was scaring him.

“No, you’re wrong.” Grim lowly mumbled, but you couldn’t hear him.

“What?” You asked the furball.

“YOU’RE WRONG!” He practically screamed at you.

“Grim-chan…” Cater said softly.

“Even if you did leave, their thoughts won’t change! You’re not the problem! It’s them!” The furball yelled to you. Everyone was taken aback by Grim’s sudden outburst. But the first-years were quick to back him up.

“That’s right! It’s not your fault (Y/N)!” Ace said to you.

“Students at NRC are picked by the mirror of darkness. No one can easily come and go in this school.” Leona reminded everyone.

“Exactly, you arrived here for a reason.” Rook said.

“You assisted us with our overblots, not every child of man could do that.” Malleus said, representing every dorm leader.

“You had us working together in sync during the Inter-High Magift Tournament.” Ruggie added.

“You brought us together as friends.” Sebek stated.

“Most importantly, you let me have a place here at NRC. Because of you, we were only able to attend the school as a student.” Grim said. “No one has ever done something like that for me before.” The creature said as he slowly crawled up to you.

Everyone’s words had stunned you. You were so busy thinking about the negative comments about you, you forgot about all your relationships with your friends and seniors.

Like, how you always had tea in Heartslabyul. Riddle would always invite you to have tea with him and the others, you would enjoy the peacefulness of the dorm under the supervision of their dorm leader. Trey would always ask for your help in the kitchen and you would have a fun time with him while making sweets and desserts for everyone. Cater would whisk you away to either a selfie-session in the dorm’s gardens or a photoshoot in any new place that the he had found to be photogenic. Ace and Deuce would invite you to play croquet with them from time to time, of course, you were very careful with the flamingos and hedgehogs as you didn’t want to hurt any of them, but, you couldn’t resist in using the flamingo to bonk on either Ace’s or Deuce’s head every once in awhile. It’s okay though, the flamingo understood completely.

Like, how you always trained yourself in Savanaclaw. Leona would sometimes go easy on you if you were invited to join one of their many Magift activities, although, you weren’t sure if he was pitying you or he was just being lazy in general. You would help Ruggie prepare food for everyone as you knew he could use an extra hand or two, it also meant you could pick up a new recipe here and there and you got to taste test all the food. Jogging sessions with Jack were also a normal thing, hey, if you’re going to be joining in Magift tournaments without magic powers, the least you could do is train yourself physically.

Like, how you always felt welcomed at Octavinelle. Azul would welcome you into the VIP lounge when Mostro Lounge was extremely busy and you couldn’t find a place to sit at. You would also help out around Mostro Lounge when you saw that the place was packed to the brim. Usually, Jade would entrust you with drinks while he and Floyd went to prepare food for everyone else. When Mostro Lounge closed its doors for the day, you would enjoy some tea with the three underwater mermen or you and Grim would play around with Floyd, pranking other students and dorm leaders. Heck, you and Floyd even pulled off a few enormous pranks against the staff members.

Like, how you would be invited to feasts and parties at Scarabia. Kalim would always have a big smile on his face whenever he invited you to go dine with him at Scarabia. Jamil always appreciated your help in the dorm, let it be helping him prepare food for the party that Kalim had just decided to have five minutes ago or just keeping an eye on the dorm leader while he went to settle some other business involving the dorm.

Like, how you would have small makeovers at Pomefiore. Every time you walked past the beauty-queen/king, you were immediately stopped by him, because either your bow or tie was crooked or your hair was a mess, well no matter the case, Vil would fix it for you. When you visited Pomefiore from time to time, Vil would take the chance to give you high quality beauty products to try and he would always go on a rant on how you should always take care of your image. Sometimes, Rook would sweep you away just to go on a mini hunt with him. Although, let’s be real here, you two always ended up spying on Leona at the Botanical Gardens while he skipped his classes. Epel would whisk you away to his room and teach you to on how to carve apples. You managed to carve a few of the staff members and even your friends onto the apples, of course, you would carve on a few extra features onto your masterpieces. Like, say, a moustache for Ace or funky-looking ears for Crowley. You also helped to keep Epel in check whenever Vil and Rook were teaching the first-years on table manners and proper etiquette.

Like, how you would enjoy mini-gaming sessions at Ignihyde. Usually, you would initiate the session with Idia. You two ended up playing both Co-Op and PvP games. While playing games that require you to cooperate, the two of you would discuss your plans and pick out the best course of action. The same cannot be said for Free-For-All games though. A few minor insults here and there are thrown between the two of you. But at the end, the victor will always do a little happy dance before continuing onto the next game. You loved Ortho like your own brother! Always treating him to various desserts and helping him drag his brother out from his room. Ortho looks up to you like a sister as well. There may have been a few times he’s actually called you big sis.

Like, how you would go on quaint little walks at Diasomnia. If you needed a breather, you would usually find yourself at Diasomnia. Due to a large forest surrounding the building and the silent atmosphere the dorm provides, it is the exact place where you would go to take a walk to clear your mind. Malleus would sometimes accompany you on these quaint little walks. You and Tsunotaro would chat about your everyday lives and problems the first-years would create. Lilia would make some tea for you after your walks and you would enjoy the tea and bits of biscuits and crumpets alongside the tea. You would also break up arguments between Silver and Sebek. The two would get into fights about the tiniest of things, from blaming each other for losing track of Malleus to blaming each other for not preparing for a test. Sometimes, Silver would accompany you on your walk instead of Malleus and you two would also have little chats here and there. Other than that, Sebek’s view of you actually improved after befriending him. He used to think you were a powerless human as well but after spending time with him and your friends, he realizes that you aren’t just any human being.

But for Grim, you had the greatest impact in his life. You accepted him, you took care of him, you loved him. And he loved you back, just as much. To him, you were his family since he had never had one.

In conclusion, you matter.

You. Are. Of. Value.

You are precious to them, you bring peace to them, you brought them together as a whole.

Once that thought had nested in your brain, you realized that you were foolish in having these thoughts in the first place.

“I’m sorry…” You said, crying. Grim went and hugged you.

“It’s not your fault… Just know that we’re here for you.” Said the furball as everyone also came and comforted you. You had spent the day with them as a whole, you watched a few movies, horror movies in that case. It was fun hearing the dorm leaders and their members scream shout yell made a loud sound whenever a jumpscare appeared.

You guys also played games together, but, I am not allowed to share any details because I actually know nothing. No, I’m totally not being threatened here Reader-san, don’t worry about me.

Send help pls.

Also, after the bullying incident, the boys were a bit more protective around you when in class/school. Usually, your group of first-years would accompany you wherever you go, let it be from your dorm to the cafeteria or from the class to another dorm, at least one of them will be at your side. And when they couldn’t be there, either a dorm leader or an upperclassman would be near you. Any student who seem like they have bad intentions to either you or Grim, would face unspeakable consequences.

And I mean unspeakable. So, I cannot inform you of these consequences as I am under an oath to not reveal anything. Um. Yeah. Good luck persuading the boys to tell you : )

[futurewriter2000]

A Drizzle

A/N: Not gonna lie... I feel like I’m out of my fluff game. I gotta work on it a bit more but yeah, it’s raining heavily here so this idea just popped in my head when I was watching Criminal Minds. Hope you like it <3

REQUEST: Hi! I dont know if you are busy and i really dont want to pressure you but i really miss your fluffy james potter fics :( Do you think you’ll wrtie something like that soon? Thank you, i am sorry if i bothered you.

XX

“RUN!” he shouted, looking over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of you running after him. Every long step he took, you were twice as much behind him. “(Y/n)!” he shouted, stopping at his tracks and watching you climb through the mud.

“I can’t! My feet are stuck in this-” he was already next to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him. 

Your feet felt like they were flying at how hard he pulled you after him, your steps now long as his and the mud on your shoes were causing your feet to dance on the grass. 

He kept trying to keep your balance as you twisted in his grip, his feet doing the same, sliding over the wet grass and causing him to fight with his balance. You couldn’t see due to the hard rain pouring on your head and he couldn’t see as well due to his glasses being foggy and wet. You knew one of you would fall and pull the other with them. The only question was, who?

He knew he was near the Quidditch field as he saw the large bleanchers. He stopped to look at you, grinning with his pearly white smile and shouting. “We’ll go under the bleachers! Just until the rain stops!” 

You couldn’t hear him clearly due to the sound around you and when you tried to speak, he had already pulled you after him. When the two of you were close, just at the entrance for safety, he stepped on a big puddle of mud and slipped, landing on his back. He pulled you down with him and both of you started laughing to the little incident, rubbing your backs and arms and finally making that last step to dry land. 

The rain wasn’t as loud but it still managed to drip between the cracks of the bleachers. 

He couldn’t stop laughing and neither did you. His back was soaked in mud and so was your stomach. When he landed on his back, you landed on your stomach. 

“Mum would kill me if she saw me ruining this shirt.” you smiled, taking your shirt into a better view and wringing out the rain. 

He didn’t have to. He took the shirt off his body immediately and started wringing it just as you did. “I really trusted the weatherman when he said it won’t rain.” he said and caught you staring at his exposed body. He chuckled. “Enjoying the view?” 

You bit your lower lip and leaned back on the stairwell, crossing your arms over your chest as your eyes scanned him from head to top. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t do that on purpose. “ you rolled your eyes and started to tear the hem of your shirt.

He chuckled to your comment one more time before noticing what you were doing. He felt amused by your little action, raising his eyebrow and grinning. When you noticed where his thoughts might be going, you let out a small scoff.

“You wish, Potter.” you finally tore a string off the hem of the shirt. “I’m using it so I can get my hair up. It’s all over my face.” you said, grabbing the ends of the torn string and starting to tie it. 

He rolled his eyes at first, just before he made a few steps to you, puffing out his chest. “Well...” he spoke low and seductively. His chest was against yours and his hand up your cheek.

Your heart was beating in your chest. Without any clear thoughts, you could feel heat arise in your body and redness stain your cheeks. He smiled at the sight, removing the strands from your forehead and cheeks and tucking them behind your ear.

“I can help you with that.” he smiled with his hand under your jaw and pushing it a bit up, so the two of you could meet each other’s eyes. “All you had to do was ask.” his wet tumb carresed your lips, brushing over the bottom before replacing his finger with his lips. 

He pressed it softly at first, just for a little tease before he slipped his tongue into your mouth and pulled you closer to him. Your body was on fire next to his, your hands lost to where they were supposed to go. First they ketp playing with the white string in their hand and later they took that string behind his neck and knotted themselves into it until he could feel your cold fingertips on his burning hot neck. 

He smiled against your lips, his skin getting goosebumps, which you could feel clearly under your fingers and just when he was about to pull away, a drop of rain fell right between the two of you. The two of you tore apart, looking up at the stairs and smiling at each other. 

“Hear that?” he asked, placing his hands on your hips and swaying you left and right so that both of your bodies moved in harmony. 

Yet you hadn’t heard a single sound. “No.”

“Excatly.” he grinned, placing his forehead on yours. “The rain finally stopped.” he gave you another short-lasting kiss before putting his shirt back on and looking out on the open. 

You touched your lips with your fingers, smiling as his scent and kiss still lingered on you. Turning around, you found him quite jumpy and excited, shuffling on the grass. “James?” you asked, standing behind him.

“Yeah.” he looked over his shoulder, his eyes glimmering with mischief and you knew that look in his eyes. You knew when that appeared and you alwas saw those eyes when a plan was done succesfully. 

“You lied about the weather, didn’t you?” 

His smile became a bit crooked yet his charisma stayed present. “Weather?” 

“The weatherman said it’s going to rain and you still took me out for a walk?” you narrowed your eyes suspiciously as he let out a nervous chuckle.

“In my defense, he said there might be a drizzle not a whole bloody thunderstorm.” he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close as your arms automatically wrapped themselves around his broad shouders and muscular neck. “Plus you got to see me shirtless and I know you’ve been craving to since the moment we met.” he charmed and you let out a snort.

“You know you could have just asked me out on a date and I’d say yes.” 

“I like to overthink and complicate. It’s more fun that way. Something to remember.” 

“I sure won’t forget you, James Potter.” you stepped on your toes and leaned your forehead on his, causing him to pull you even closer than before and squeeze you tightly in his arms.

“That was the whole plan, love.” 

[spxcemuses]

Anonymous asked: hi! sorry if this is uncomfortable, but recently cletus became a huge comfort character of mine, and i absolutely adore how you characterize him, you do it so well! i was wondering if you had any headcanons laying around for him? (i dont have anything specific in mind,) if not just feel free to ignore this, i hope you have a wonderful day/night

[ Random Ask ] | Always Accepting

(( Not uncomfortable at all, anon! As a matter of fact, thank you for saying that I characterize him well; I try to do that with all my muses so this is very flattering lksdjfjklds- 

Anyway!! I might have a couple of headcanons for him! You’re making me wanna RP him again omg,,

Cletus, when very angry, swears. When he’s maddest, he brings out the F-bomb. (also explained here)

Hair is fluffy as cotton candy... Very soft. Wings are also soft too (but sensitive so be careful!)

Loves his job, actually. Cletus even sometimes helps Collin with the constant paperwork they have. 

He’s a very strict rule-follower. He doesn’t break rules unless it’s a drastic emergency, and he judges on how big of an emergency it actually is.

Rarely allows humans to see him unless he lets them (or if they’re pure of heart). Hellborn (imps/etc.) and angels/other beings in Heaven see him by default.

Doesn’t actively look for conflict unless it interferes with his job. Otherwise, he tries to stay out of the way. If he offends someone somehow, he doesn’t mean it.

Doesn’t like it when people talk about him/his co-workers being banned from heaven (in the verse where they’re all stuck in hell tbh). Still a bit resentful about how the “incident” was an accident and there was no second chance.

Very emotional, can even burst into loud fits of crying if pushed enough.

Sometimes plays the harp. Kind of a hobby for him more than anything else. 

He loves the concepts of art and music. Even if he showed that old man about it, it was one of his interests that almost everyone else has a common ground in. He listens to classical music to calm him down.

Loves romantic aspects of Valentines Day and just love in general. Platonic, romantic, etc.