#which is an elaborate plan for me to sort them all into dorms

[ventipinkdrinks]

ok im gonna make a twisted wonderland x ever after high cross over ... ok im gonna make a twisted wonderland x ever after high x monster high cross over OK im gonna make a twisted wonderland x ever after high x monster high x descendants cross over????????

[shiny-jr]

from IGNIHYDE

- Warning: Yes, this is still a yandere thing. You have been warned. Gender-neutral reader.

- Characters: Idia Shroud, Ortho Shroud.

- Summary: (Continuation, after this “we just got a letter, wonder where it’s from”) You have barred them from entering the safety of Ramshackle Dorm, but they are determined to make their words reach you. Which is why the letters begin arriving at your doorstep.

- Note: This seems a little more low-key than Diasomnia, but the obsession is there if you squint. It’s just way more low-key than the previous group. For some reason I feel like I maybe wrote Ortho a little off? Not sure. Feel free to tell me your thoughts.

Diasomnia   |   Ignihyde   |   Pomefiore

The break ends quickly. Too quickly. Before you know it, you’re back in front of the mountain of unread letters that appears even more ominous than before now that you could guess what sort of dark contents they may hold. 

For your own peace of mind, you’ve decided to read only two and then take a pause right after. 

The first of which was just a simple long white envelope. That’s it. There was nothing that stood out about it, no special seal or stamp. It was just the generic type of encasing that made it look like it was some sort of bill instead of a letter containing what was bound to be a message that unsettled you in some way, shape, or form. 

When you removed the letter, you was surprised to see that it wasn’t handwritten, it had been typed and printed out. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who this was from. 

Player, 

I messed everything up.

I don’t even see a point to doing this, writing this for you. I mean, if I were you, I’d never want to see my no-good miserable face ever again. I’d go to every length just to avoid even speaking to me again, and to spite them I’d never even show myself around again. But–– Ortho was making a letter and brought my keyboard to my lap. He said it was worth a shot, and if anything, it could be used as an apology so... sorry.

Any sorry would sound half-assed, considering what happened. It’s not like it matters, since I’m sure you wouldn’t read this. I imagine you would figure out it’s from me, and proceed to tear it up, burn it, whatever. And honestly? Valid. At this point, I’m sort of using it as a vent. Usually, I’d be telling Ortho all this, but all these thoughts I’m having would only bum him out and he’s depressed enough as it is. 

You know what sucks besides all of this? The fact that I genuinely tried. I actually tried to be a help for once, and like it always ends, my attempt to help screwed it up even more. Maybe if I had kept my mouth shut and minded my own business while holing myself up in my room like I always do, things wouldn’t have turned out this bad. If I just did what I was good at, which is nothing, Ortho and I might’ve avoided the shitstorm. Everyone else is currently throwing pity parties and plotting these super over elaborate schemes to try and interact with you by luring you out of the Ramshackle place. 

Ortho’s been coming up with plans too with other guys from the dorms that are just so desperate for your attention. It’s sad to watch, pathetic too, but I don’t have the heart to tell him not to bother with it. And me, I know better. If I were in your position and I saw all these attempts, it would definitely make me extra bitter and just hate everyone even more. Oh, I just remembered something worth mentioning. You may not believe me, I mean, I wouldn’t believe a single word coming from me, but I wasn’t actually going to hurt Grim. You though? Before I knew who you were? Yeah. Don’t get it twisted though, I was just doing it to fix everything until the whole truth got leaked not too long after.

Call me stupid, I guess. When I first saw how others revered you like how a bunch of creepy basement-dwellers look at a pretty perfect idol on a shiny bright stage, it was a major red flag. I wanted nothing to do with you. But when you started worming yourself into my life and I started getting attached, well, that made me a creep too for liking you. Red flags be damned. What can I say? Your presence even through Yuu, made me feel like I mattered, which is something I don’t experience a lot. 

You’d never know it, but I took risks just to be in the same room as your avatar. 

Missing special events on games, losing the chance to catch a concert live on screen, even ditching group calls with teammates and friends... All of that was utterly worthless if I got at least a solid sixty seconds by you. 

Unlike everyone else, I know better than to just show up at your doorstep and beg for forgiveness like some misguided puppy. Malleus and co. have been making sure you’re not disturbed, guarding you like a pack of guard dogs or something, preventing anyone from embarrassing themselves and messing up any further. Ortho said I should at least try to call you, I think he just wants to hear your voice. But why bother? 

Don’t get it wrong, I’m not just letting everything go just like that. As much as I’d like to, and I know it’s probably the “healthy” and “good” thing to do, I don’t want to. I’m not good, you know that already. I’ll keep in the background this time, and try not to mess up again. Although no guarantees, because with my lousy luck, I know something will inevitably go wrong. Don’t worry, I won’t bother you. I wouldn’t want to make the mental image you have of me in your mind even worse, if its even remotely possible for it to somehow get worse. I just can’t let go. Even if you looked at me like trash, avoided me like the plague, or straight up tell me ‘I hate you’ to my face, I still won’t let go. 

And, well, all I can really think of right now besides you, is Ortho. Even if I can’t show my disgraced presence to you anymore, I still hope you’ll see Ortho. At least if Ortho could explain to you that he was acting on my plan, he might get lucky and be next to you again. Maybe. Hard maybe. 

But me? No, I don’t ever deserve to be anywhere near you anymore. For now, I’ll go back to how things were way back... when your vessel hadn’t yet had the misfortune of meeting me and I just watched your every move from monitors like some sort of loser schmuck. 

I think I’ll just imagine how things would be if I hadn’t doomed all my chances. If I had a chance... maybe I would’ve actually worked up the gall to sit next to you, or even look at you, or, hell, talk to you. At least, I’ll always remember when you used your avatar to look at me and it didn’t feel bad... like, almost like you didn’t see me as some lame nobody. That must’ve been my mind just playing tricks on me though, right? There’s no way that happened... 

Enough of this mushy stuff though. I’m sick of it. 

Just throw this in the fire without a second glance. 

Idia Shroud 

In order to get this over as quickly as possible, you decided to continue without taking a breather. The quicker you finished reading them, the better, that way, you wouldn’t even give your mind any time to fully process what you were reading before overwhelming your vision with more lines and lines of words until they became blurred together. 

You wouldn’t stop, because if you stopped, that would be allowing your mind the opportunity to spiral out of control. You needed a distraction. 

This wasn’t exactly the good type of distraction either, it was more like adding gasoline to the fire, but part of you had to know what they would say. No matter what feelings you held, the curiosity outweighed it. 

The second letter is identical to the first, a simple long white envelope with no particularly interesting details about it other than the fact that it had zero stains and no wrinkles on it. It was pristine and clean, not even a drop of ink on it. The insides of the envelope itself were blue, with small white lines on it, but upon closer inspection it became obvious that they weren’t just stripes, they were skull symbols so tiny that it was hardly noticeable. 

Of course, as you expected, the letter inside was not handwritten. It was folded so precisely into thirds, and unfolding it displayed the typed and printed words neatly stacked in indented paragraphs. 

Greetings, Player, 

First, I want to apologize sincerely. 

Secondly, I want to tell you how much I have missed you, and my brother has missed you as well! I don’t believe I can fully comprehend how you are felling at the current moment, and I cannot even accurately guess to what emotions you are experiencing. In my attempt to alleviate the situation, I’ve been running millions of simulations of possible alternative futures in order to take the best route where things might return to a semblance of normalcy. 

Well, a new normal, now that you’re here! However... when each simulation yields a result, I can’t help but feel as if something is wrong. That’s when I realized there was a key component that was off. It was you, or rather, Yuu. We know of Yuu and their mannerisms and opinions, but that isn’t really you. Yuu is a vessel, and extension, that’s partially based off yourself. 

So none of us know the true you. At least, not yet! I’m hoping to change that. Just when I think I’m beginning to understand you, things like this happen. But, that’s what makes you so exciting! There’s always some unforeseen detail and amazing new aspect of yourself to learn about. Once I get a proper grasp on what you’re truly like, I can use that new knowledge to make you happy, just as you made me and my brother always smile!  But also, I want to use it to make it up to you. Honestly, I’m scared that you’ll hate me. In the simulations I ran that gave inaccurate results due to those missing components, nearly all the results had a bad ending... 

I don’t want that. I want to have a ‘normal’ way with you and Idia! A good normal! Like where we might all have movie nights in the Ignihyde dorm with freshly popped popcorn and candies as snacks, or study days when we read over notes and help each other out, maybe you might even be able to convince Idia to leave his room so we can all share lunch in the cafeteria like a group of friends would typically do! That’s what I want! I don’t think I could stand knowing I made you cry or was the cause of your pain. I never hurt you, right? At least not physically. 

Believe me, I had made attempts to meet you. But those in Diasomnia won’t allow it. I was tempted to charge up the technomantic beam installed within my form, but realizing it wasn’t necessary, I didn’t. Idia was right when he didn’t make an effort to even join me, and Malleus Draconia with his own have realized it too. You aren’t ready yet. Even if I’m more than prepared to see you, I can’t rush you. So, I left this letter in their hands, hoping it reached you. If not, there’s no worries. I’ve prepared a dozen more printed copies and if that fails, I’ve created a digital copy! 

Since I couldn’t tell you in person, I’ll tell you through paper... 

I’d like to invite you to formally meet me. I’m even prepared to surprise Idia with this! That’ll cheer him up for sure. You always made him happy, so us properly meeting you would be a dream come true for us both! 

If you’d like to do something upon meeting us, I’ve organized multiple activities for us to participate in. The other first years have reached out and expressed their own desires to make up for the mistakes they made. So, I met with them a few days ago to make plans you might enjoy! These plans are still in the preparation phase, so I can’t reveal them quite yet, but soon I will! 

Anyways, I just wanted to make you aware of this. And I want to say ‘I’m sorry’ even though it feels minuscule to what I’m only guessing must be the strong emotions you feel toward what occurred. But I wanted to let you know that I always want to be your friend, and I always will be, even if you don’t really like me anymore. Friends are supposed to be there for each other, right? So I’ll be there for you now. Remember, I’m a high-tech being, I can be of great use to you if you want! Even if you’d rather just use me as a tool, I would be happy. If you want someone obliterated to ashes or are just looking to answers as to what the weather might be, I would gladly help you with that and so much more! 

And it’s not only me that could be useful to you, my brother can too! Although he probably won’t say it, he depends on you a lot. You’re like a battery to him, you give him the energy he needs. If you’d let him, let us both, we’d be there for you in a zeptosecond! 

There’s one thing I know for certain. You’re the common variable needed for our happiness, no matter the scenario or result, you are a requirement. And I’m certain we can bring you happiness as well. Myself, my brother, and everyone that treasures you, can bring you joy if you allow it. All I want is to see you happy, and everyone else happy as well. So will you please at least consider seeing us again? Soon? Please? 

Hoping to see you soon. 

From your friend, 

Ortho Shroud  

[yuri-is-online]

Hi hope you have a nice day.

I’d like to request prompt 9 with azul , ace and epel

Please feel free to ignore this

9. You weren't technically invited to this event but it's a Masquerade! It's not like anyone will notice or care if you sneak in, so you do just that and find a really depressed friend of yours lamenting they won't get to dance with their crush.

My dear friend there is no need to be so shy, I asked for requests. You have no need to ask me to ignore you! Hold your head high, you are more than welcome here ⊂(・ヮ・⊂)

As a note I got a separate request for this prompt from Azul's pov which I still intend to write and post in addition to this, but if said requester wishes for an additional character they are more than welcome to send a message, there is no time limit on that.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, I could not for the fucking life of me find any of the music I wanted to use for Azul. No piano cover for the first song and then no instrumental version of "Part of Your World" from Dreamlight Valley; why that isn't on youtube when it is my literal favorite arrangement of the song I couldn't tell you smh. I did manage to find something close to it though... The rest of the event requests can be found on my masterlist.

Azul

Magic shmagic, you have got to be some sort of wizard with just how well you managed to weasel your way into this stupid party. No one had been checking invitations, probably assuming that no one without magic would bother taking time to make an elaborate ensemble just to get their hands on some prime snacks. Clearly they underestimated the great responsibility bestowed upon the owner of a set of tupperware. You would have added "and a cat monster" but you are not stupid enough to think you own Grim.

Or humiliated enough to suggest that he owns you, but the less chances you take at making him sneeze and wake up to a suspiciously empty dorm the better. You didn't need him storming the castle crying about how he woke up all alone and was scared wasn't invited. Not that you hadn't considered that plan together before Crewel had made it extra clear just what the consequences would be for that. The food tables are positioned close to a balcony you had spotted earlier, empty save for a piano that you swear has to be desperately out of tune.

Or at least that had been what you thought on your way in. That clearly isn't true from the song that's snapped your attention away from your mission towards it. You know the song that's being played, or at least you think you do. It causes some strange cognitive dissonance in you, you try to tell yourself that it simply can't be real, even as the words bubble up in your throat trying to make up for the missing instruments. The person playing it somehow makes the dissonance worse.

Azul, because it has to be him, no one else has eyes quite as lovely even if they seem strangely sad behind his mask, clearly is not expecting to be observed. He is far too relaxed, too caught up in some strange thought playing a jazz song so hauntingly out of place against the classical background of the Masquerade. If you were yourself tonight, you would think about reaching out to close the gap, but to do that would be to give yourself away, put you firmly in the tight grasp of his debt that you will likely be powerless to repay.

And yet, he looks to see you anyway, the edges of his lips flickering into business as he surprisingly does not stop playing. Instead he moves the piece into one he thinks "you" will recognize before finishing with a flourish.

It is all you can do to clap politely so as not to drop all pretense. "I am sorry for interrupting you." You try, but you know as well as he that disguised or not, Azul will not let you off this easily.

"Oh it's no trouble really." He stands up from the bench with a flourish. "I was just helping myself, really what were the hosts thinking leaving such a lovely piano out here all alone? It's practically begging to be played."

"Of course." You hope, not with much optimism, Azul doesn't notice you looking for an exit. The last thing you want is a reason to be more awkward around your handsome classmate than you already are. "You chose such a unique song for it too, I couldn't help but be distracted." He falters, fingers dropping back to the keys gently running over them in a strange show of emotion.

"it is isn't it." He states it, more to himself than you as you beat away the unhelpful desire to describe his playing as "out of this world," not wanting to deal with any judgment later. The look Azul has on his face can almost be described as... fond as he continues to speak more to himself than you. "A... friend of mine taught it to me. I have been practicing it for them. For tonight." You almost ask who he is referring to, afraid he might mention some other poor lost soul from another world because you certainly do not remember teaching him any music let alone that song. You have a vague memory of playing something at Floyd's request, but that had been ages ago, and Azul had certainly not been there.

At least not in your line of sight.

"I should let you get back to them then." You say lamely, hopefully Azul will pass that off as disinterest in his personal affairs and let you go. This is starting to get bad for your heart.

"They're not here sadly. No thanks to me, if only they had thought to ask for my help..." He returns to the piano, so genuinely disappointed you are almost angry at yourself for not thinking to ask this poor man who certainly only would have asked for your last dance and not your soul or first born. "It's got to be an important song to them if they remembered how to play it... right?"

Or maybe he would, just in a more romantic way. He certainly seems more focused on the phantom of you than anything else and that has to be some sort of accomplishment. It is all you can do to swallow your guilty conscious enough to leave with your disguise in tact.

Ace

"Yuu! Oi why are you running I knew you would-" Ace's hand stops just in front of you, his smile and optimism completely gone with his brain cells apparently as he retreats. "Ha, sorry." His places his hand behind his head casually, voice dropping to that similar serious tone as it had earlier in the night when he had asked for you to tell him he looked good. "Thought you were somebody else."

"Sorry." You really mean it, as much as you just want to shake off the disguise and let him know he was right that would be way too dangerous. Everyone knows you were not invited, and everyone knows his behavior around you. No matter how much your heart sings that he saw through you, it would get him into so much trouble if he was suspected of helping you in this little adventure.

"Nah it's not your fault, I'm just annoyed." Ace has apparently decided that you are his new old friend for the evening anyway, bracing himself against the pillar with a huff as you give into temptation to stay with him just a bit longer. "Seriously it is going to be such a pain later! Deuce is all like 'we should enjoy ourselves the prefect will be mad if we let them ruin it for us.' Please like I would want my friends to be celebrating when I'm not there."

"You're not your friend though." You try to not laugh as you say it because of course that's what Ace would say. You can easily picture him sulking if it had just been Deuce and you who were off to a Masquerade all while acting like he is truly not bothered as soon as you pay him any attention. "It's not like it's your fault they're not here."

"Ha, sure feels like it." He is back to being oddly serious, you can't decide if you just think the attitude doesn't suit him or are angry he is spilling his guts to a masked stranger and not the real you. He has to know you would listen, but then maybe that's the problem. "You have to have that one friend who never sticks up for themselves right? Everybody does. Just don't make the mistake of- well they're stupid difficult to look after but someone's gotta do it right? No shame if you end up liking them."

"Oh yeah of course." Ace is going to never speak to you again if he figures out this is you. Or if he knows you were thinking about him when he started complaining about having a "friend" that's hard to look after. "No shame at all, really it's annoying how much cuter it makes them."

"You get it." He nods then remembers he is supposed to be the laid back guy in your friend group and returning to his "normal" attitude. "I mean who doesn't understand that? Seriously how tropey can things get sometime, like who still falls for their best friend anymore? How stupid does life think I am- look," he claps you on the back before steeling himself to head off back to where you assume Deuce and the other members of the Heartslabyul crew are, "you see any out of place, magicless prefects you bring them right to me yeah? They owe me a dance for all the headaches they've caused me this past year. And you had best bet I intend to collect." And just like that he's gone. Off to his friends, probably to poke Riddle some to ignore just how vulnerable he decided to be tonight.

And leaving you silently screaming into the night.

Epel

"SHHHHH!" Epel's a deceptively strong guy, it's something he would probably be bragging about right now if he knew you were thinking it. Well maybe not just right now, he has his hand roughly over your mouth as his eyes dart from side to side begging that it's just Vil that's on his tail and not Rook.

Something you are equally begging god for because there is no way that freak of nature is going to not recognize you immediately. Not that you are 100% certain he would turn you in, but there is something extremely uncomfortable about being known to begin with let alone when you are supposed to be disguised. Finally, the specter of the Queen passes by your little nook and Epel lets you go with a sigh.

"M'sorry." Epel is looking up at you like a kicked puppy, you can't tell if it's intentional or he really is just that remorseful. The two of you float towards the tempting fresh air of the balcony, Epel pouting up at the sky as if he is a princess about to break into song about how boring his life is and how if he could just run away into the great yonder he would. "I just really don't want to deal with my Housewarden right now. He keeps say'n I should make the most of the night or else I'll shame Pomefiore, but I just don't care." Well that's not exactly news but still, maybe you can help him snap out of it so he doesn't get into a heap of trouble he'll be complaining about later.

"Aren't you having fun with your friends?" It's a simple first option, safe enough for you to say even though you are supposed to be a stranger. Epel lets out a somewhat predictable sigh, though the sheer force of longing hidden in the eyes you swear are almost shining is not something you expected.

"Well yeah, but a Masquerade like this is super fancy right? There's all these costumes, music fit for slow dancing, perfect thing ta' do with someone special." Epel relaxes, completely comfortable with what he's saying to a supposed stranger in supposed anonymity as if he isn't sending you spiraling with that little admission. "I was really countin' on Yuu bein here." He closes his eyes, almost as if he is imagining what he would be doing if you had been invited and weren't... sneaking around hearing him admit something he definitely did not intend to do like this.

"D-don't you want to dance?" You say it more to distract yourself than Epel, honestly you would love nothing more than to hear him talk about all the fancy things he wants to do with this allegedly special person, but you need an out before he figures things out. Before Vil figures out that Epel's really shirking things and sends Rook. Before-

"Aw yer mighty charmin' but I got my eye on someone already." before Epel makes it super clear just what it is he feels and leaves you no room for denial. You almost feel sorry for the hypothetical stranger you are, Epel looks so... happy when he talks about you. You're almost jealous of yourself. "Say, you got an eye for fancy things? It's gotta suck bein left out of the party so I wanna bring my friend somethin' special but I ain't gotta clue what to do."

"Yourself." You say softly, feather twitching just out of the corner of your eye signalling your que to leave. "If you want to bring your friend something special you should just bring yourself."

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima's Mystique:Babewatch

Somedays Denki wondered and worried if Mineta's libido was going to be the death of him. Now don't Ol' Jamming Whey wrong (and remember only Kyouka can call him that), he had a more than healthy appreciation for the opposite sex himself but the little grape-head was far too willing to endure great lengths of pain and humiliation to get his jollies. Small wonder the girls in their class didn't dare to risk wanting a look inside the runt's dorm room and right about now the human tazer was wondering if plucking off some of those sticky balls of his was giving him brain damage. Given what sort of plan he was looking to spring into action which he claimed was 100% guaranteed to get him some major action or if you were being a realist like kaminari?

It was an idea that reeked of sheer dumbass stupidity that would likely see Mineta at the very least get the crap beaten out of him or at the most and worst? Beaten to death, arrested and humiliated and not necessarily in that order, mind you. Now you might be asking what's got Denki so worries and Mineta more perversely impulsive than usual? Well naturally a little provision of context is in order here, folks....

The fine guys and gals of UA's class A and B were having a nice relaxing get together at the local community swimming pool one fine summer day. Said pool was being overseen by an absolute stunner of a lifeguard named Kanani who had come all the way from Hawaii on a work exchange program for a change of scenery. Now believe you me this woman was a work of sensual art, a curvy, thick and toned rich natural born islander tanned body contained within a skin-tight hugging red one piece swimsuit distinct of all in her profession. Definitely good genetics along with years of swimming and surfing topped off with a model quality face and luscious sun-kissed flowing mane of blonde hair.

She was definitely turning heads be it man or woman and who could blame them really? Now Denki among other guys was certainly fine just watching albeit with more control and a bit of politeness but Mineta? Good grief the grape head had been a bit much to deal with sharing way too many detailed, vivid scenarios about what he'd love to do to even get close to that island goddess. Which of course leads back to what was making ol' Chargebolt worry so much.

Denki:"I'm telling you man, it's just not going to work out the way you want it to…” *The electric ikemen reasoned with the grape runt. But of course he knew it was falling on deaf ears. Once Mineta listened to his libido, all bets were off. Hard to believe this guy was among the highest rated students in class on the written tests.*

Mineta:”Ooh ye of little faith, you’ll be changing your tune once I make my moves on that Hawaiian hottie.”*The human grapebowl arrogantly declared with confidence as shameless as his lust. In his mind this plan was fool proof, he saw it in this old 90s American movie. He’d fake drowning and Kanani as per her duty would dive in to save him then proceed to deliver cpr. And that was when he’d spring his trap…*

Denki however knew Murphy’s law would see to it that Mineta’s so called fool proof plan would be anything but. As he sat beside Sero who watched on curiously with him, wondering why the walking taser seemed so deadpan as they saw Mineta strut along the pool edge. Amidst the swarm of activity throughout as classes A and B enjoyed those rare welcome moments of actual student normality, Mineta shot a glance at Kanani sitting high and comfy in her lifeguard chair as she made some small talk with Mina and Maya before he smirked as he waited for his moment. Well he would’ve had it not been for what happened next.

If there was one thing to be said about the sequence of events that occured, it was like if klutziness played out as elaborate and over the top as a Rube Goldberg machine. As Mineta found himself stepping and slipping on a stray puddle, causing him to glide along the pool floor like an air hockey puck. Proceeding to crash right into the six packed abdominals of Kirishima, as the runt’s sticky balls caused him to bounce off and fly away all over the place like a pinball. Finding himself landing right in the hot tub with a splash, said tub occupied of course by Class A's own walking short fused, Bakugo who was none too pleased to find his personal relaxation time violated.

While Mineta was suffering his, quite frankly not undeserved, punishment, poor Kirishima had wound up being knocked by the grape-head into the pool. Which wouldn't be so bad had the stumbling not caused him to fall in such a way that his head had hit the edge on the way down. Rendering him knocked out as he fell in with a splash much to the shock and panic of many especially his girlfriends. Fortunately Kanani was quick to react as anyone in her profession would, exiting her perch to dive in and save him.

Now Kirishima wasn't sure if it might've been just the possible concussion of the loss of oxygen from water filling his lungs as she sank into the deep end. But as he looked up at the sky above the water, the sunlight shining down, his brain couldn't help but think as he caught sight of Kanani. Making him remark how she looked rather angelic, almost equal parts like a mermaid and an angel coming to his rescue. Certainly wasn't a bad last sight to see before his vision faded as unconsciousness claimed him, blacking out.

For a moment Kirishima had nearly wondered if this might be the end for him but he found he wasn't having his life flash before his eyes. No, rather it was his sex life as like a veritable montage, memories played of his sting of romps and fun times with Mina and Maya. Not to mention that of his many frequent erotic encounters and illicit, explicit liaisons, practically feeling their bodies against his, the tastes of their tongues and their lips on his. It all felt so very real before he cracked his eyes open, vision proceeding to un-blur and show that no, it was not a coincidence why the sensations felt so vivid.

The reason being Kanani was laying atop him, their surroundings indicating they were in the Pool’s medical room. Straddling his waist, the camel toe of her swimsuit grounding against the crotch of his swimsuit. The bulge bumping against her motions as she was pressing her lips to his, tongue exploring his mouth as it traced and memorised his sharp, pointy teeth. Not an unpleasant surprise to wake up to but certainly not expected to say the very least as she noticed he was awake, breaking their liplock with a trailing strand of saliva between them.

Kanani:*a sensual grin and blush on her sexy face as she sat up, not moving from where she sat straddling him.*"Aloha handsome, was wondering when you'd wake up. No worries, your head is fine, got a little carried away with the cpr, but I'd say your girlfriends didn't mind..."*That got the redhead’s attention as he looked to the side to see Mina and Maya sitting on a nearby bench. Sensual grins in their faces as they waved playfully, no doubt eager to watch the pending show. Before he looked back at the Hawaiian blonde bombshell who leaned close to his face, lips inches from kissing him once more.* “That being said, I think you and I both k know where this is going and I ain’t picky. Its been way too long since I got any action so tell me…you a riot in the sheets as much as on the streets?”

Kirishima’s expression became determined, his gaze passionate as he responded the way he knew best when in the presence of such a sensual woman like this. Making her gasp as he grabbed her glorious tanned booty with firm squeezes, pressing his lips to hers much to Kanani’s delight as they began to make out more properly. Tongues dancing together as the lifeguard rubbed her cameltoe against his pitched tent, her nectar flowing through the material of her swimsuit. Maya and Mina’s arousal skyrocketing as they fingered one another, making out as they watched their man once again prove his stud status.

Now for those of you wondering about the others in the meantime, they were resuming their R&R in the meantime especially after Mineta had to get hauled away on a stretcher after what Bakugo had done to him. Leaving the lifeguard plenty of privacy to enjoy the sturdy himbo as she performed in a 69 position, stroking his cock as she sucked and blew on it while he had pried the crotch portion of her swimsuit. His tongue probing away as he licked and ate out her pussy, tasting the flow of her juices while she levelled up and whipped her tits out. Sandwiching his juicy sex meat between her meaty boob buns, stroking and massaging thst length and girth with pillowy warmth.

Now if Kanani thiught this foreplay was getting her nice and wet, the moment Kirishima started to fuck her? She found him putting any and every prior man in her sex life to shame and she was loving it!! Screaming with wanton sexual desire and abandon as he fucked in a mating press. Her tanned booty jiggling with every impact of those heavy balls and that jackhammering cock dancing together in a sloppy open air game of spitswapping tonsil hockey.

Of course just the very moment he penetrated her had made he cum, orgasms rocking her so intensely that she couldn’t keep count. But any and every moment he came was a different story, the thrill and rush of his cum pouring inside her or spraying in her exotic skin the sweetest ecstasy. Of all the hunks at this pool today, talk about luck of the draw getting acquainted with an absolute unit as she continued to ride the Red Riot wave of passion. Relishing each and every shift in position and intimacy.

Kanani:”ooh fuck, oh god, You’ve cum 3 times and you haven’t pulled out once yet? You even human?”*the blonde islander babe praised as Kirishima was currently fucking her doggy style. Fully naked as her red one piece was discarded, laying in the floor as he pumped away into her snatch. Her tanned body glistening with luscious sheen of sweat, gasping with delight a the himbo stud used her arms as handle bars or firmly grabbed and pulled her glorious mane of blonde hair. Her boobs bouncing with erotic freedom as the medical bed shook and creaked.*

Mina and Maya were naked themselves of course and scissoring one another at watching their himbo teddy bear get another hottie get sexually addicted to his fuck meat. The blonde hottie screaming and howling as she was bent and twisted in a mating press and a piledriver. Before she found Kirishima really showing off those powerful muscles of his as he pumped her on his cock in a full nelson nold. Postion after postion, orgasm after orgasm and it only got spicier and wilder whe the cotton candy/bubblegum duo added the elves into the fray.

Mineta meanwhile laid in the exam room of the nearby local hospital, awaiting for someone like recovery girl to come along and heal him up. Currently heavily bandaged and mumbling at how badly his plan went wrong. Before he coils reflect any further and plan his next idea of making a move on Kanani, his cellphone buzzed as he fished it out and checked. A notification from Mina which he opened and screamed bloody murder.

Tears of blood flowing as he found his phone spammed with videos and pictures of Kirishima fucking Kanani as well as the alien queen and The shapeshifting hottie. Cursing God for making him so as once again Kirishima beat him out in terms of sex and luck with women. While Kanani was still noting her fun and making plans to get better acquainted with the chivalrous stud. Especially if he ever decided to come on down to Hawaii sometime….

[distressednoise]

I am not usually a particularly omegaverse person (I like it well enough but have never written it) but I woke up this morning with absolute brain worms over a scenario i can only describe as “jonathan toews: log cabin omega” or possibly “jonathan toews is the most pick me omega of all time”

If you were to ask jonathan toews at 17, he’d say actually there isn't a problem with the league's attitude toward omegas and it isn't harder to play on suppressants and you can be the first omega captain of an NHL team by 25 as per your elaborate personal vision board. He’s given many interviews on the subject, both to teams - even the Habs’ coaching team, who tried the stupid pheromone rag trick at the combine - and to matchmakers, who are helping him find someone suitable to settle down with. 

Sure, suitable means older and dull and often slightly leery, but being part of a stable bond with someone who can take care of his dynamic needs will make him more appealing to the league, and jonny is going to be on suppressants while he plays anyway, and by the time he retires, surely he and whoever the agency find will have come to some kind of arrangement.

TJ may say that sounds like a lifetime of drudgery and loneliness, but TJ doesn’t even have a vision board, so.

Everything will be fine. 

Except when jonathan toews is 18, he goes to the draft and accidentally bonds with one of chicago’s defencemen the night before he’s supposed to go to pittsburgh, and it suddenly becomes apparent that the veil of acceptance is very, very thin. 

Jonny was so perfect for so long and his one moment of madness - his one last fling before he was going to drop out of college and get his bond of convenience - and he’s fucking flash bonded, and when he tries to leave the draft without seabs, whose full name he now realises he doesn’t know, he has a shameful panicky meltdown and his alpha - oh jesus, what the fuck - has to be fetched to help him. 

“This is exactly why we don’t have your sort in the league,“ say a lot of people who were previously very keen to draft jonny, who is sent back to college in disgrace. It’s awful now - he was in a pretty good position before, allowed to do what he wanted, but now he’s been relegated to the omega-only dorm and has a curfew of all things. The pastoral team tell him isolation should make the bond fade faster while the athletic department clearly feel he just needs a good dicking down from literally anyone. Meanwhile seabs is sending him these soppy emails about bringing him to chicago and having him play there, how much he misses jonny, how they’re trying to close the bond off at his end and it’s not working, but seabs seems happy about this. like this bullshit is something he wants. 

after a semester of misery he goes to a bond clinic to try and help things along. It doesn't work, partly because his brother sneaks him a phone and he spends all his time texting seabs. Seabs has a picture of himself standing next to the stanley cup as a boy, and he has slotted jonny's picture next to it. He sends a picture of this craft project to jonny with the caption "boom. Board complete." jonny stares at it until the clinic staff find his phone and take it away, at which point he thinks fuck it, and skips out during David’s next visit, planning on showing up in chicago and demanding they give him staal’s spot and seabs and everything else he wants, because fuck them he hasn’t changed, and they’d have taken him if they could and they know it. 

...something something they live happily ever after, there is a scene where secret omega patrice bergeron tries to teach jonny the subtle art of lying well, seabs is besotted and simply thinks jonny should be handed everything he wants immediately, how dare you say he “lacks impulse control” and “isn’t leadership material”, seabs would have punched out that guy and judy’s tavern too (”stop bringing that up,” jonny grits out for the fifth time)

[number-1-kuaidul-fanboy]

Christmas Blues - Yugioh GX One-Shot

Description: Judai Yuki can't stand Christmas. All it does is remind him of the past and all its pain.

Link to the AO3 version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43829296 

(Author’s note: This one requires an explanation. First of all, you don't have to tell me the characters live in Japan, where Christmas isn't a national holiday. I'm aware of this. I wrote this as a coping mechanism for my own grief toward Christmas and used Judai since he's the character in Yugioh I identify with the most. I'll elaborate more on this in the end note. Just know this is a personal piece. Also, I wanna make it clear that I don't hate Christmas, I understand it means a lot to people, but I just personally can't bring myself to enjoy it due to not sharing the faith and just feeling overwhelmed by it.)

Judai Yuki hated Christmas. What an insane concept, how could that be true? One of the most jovial students at Duel Academy hating such a jovial time of year? How could that be possible? Well, it was simple. Christmas was all about togetherness and family, both things Judai didn’t have in his life. Judai certainly had people in his life, but not people he felt truly connected to. He’d always felt distant from his parents since he rarely saw them and the times he did were mostly negative.

Meanwhile, everyone at Duel Academy put him on a pedestal. They all saw him as this untouchable hero when really, he was a kid just like them. A kid who just wanted to be the best at a silly little card game but was expected to be so much more. Everyone saw his accomplishments and the fight to get there. What they didn’t seem to see was the pressure those fights had put on him and the ever-growing cracks forming in his mental state as a result.

His first Christmas at the school, Judai did all he could. He stressed himself to get the best gifts he could for Sho, Hayato, Asuka, and Hayato and attended the school’s annual Christmas party because that felt like what he was supposed to do. His second year he tried to do the same for all his current friends. However, less than an hour in and a feeling of disillusionment began to overwhelm him. Watching everyone else talk, eat, and exchange gifts, looking so carefree and unbothered while he himself had to force those carefree smiles nowadays, Judai felt like an outsider in his own school. So when no one was looking, Judai slipped out of the cafeteria and headed back to his dorm to sort his cards.

It was in his third year when Judai outwardly began to resent Christmas. It was a “family” holiday after all and not only did he feel distant from his chosen family, but he’d since learned that his blood family had given him shock therapy to repress all his memories of Yubel in response to Judai having nightmares about them being in pain. Nightmares which had turned out to be Yubel, his soulmate, begging him for help. It was hard not to resent his parents. He certainly had no plans to return home after his time at Duel Academy.

Frustration surged through Judai. He didn’t feel this way at any other point. However, during this time of year when feeling “jolly” and being with the people you loved was expected, feeling frustrated and distant from nearly everyone he’d ever once been close to was draining and painful. Judai couldn’t just fake a smile anymore. He couldn’t push away the painful memories, the broken friendships, and the extra stress of a new looming threat. The very thought of Christmas had been tied to all this negativity. What had once been a cloud of doubt in his mind had become a storm cloud washing every positive feeling he’d ever once had for Christmas away and leaving him completely empty.

Once Judai did leave Duel Academy, he assumed with a big sigh of relief that he’d never have to deal with Christmas again. He was a wandering free spirit after all. If the town he stayed in decided to mar their buildings with those garish Christmas lights, he could always wander off, sleep out in the wilderness, or find a town that didn’t celebrate the wretched holiday. Judai would have more space but he wouldn’t be alone. He’d have Yubel, along with the other spirits, none of which celebrated Christmas thankfully.

Those hopes were dashed one faithful Christmas Eve.

Judai had begun travelling with Johan, his second partner alongside Yubel. The two had learned to travel beside him without jealousy and while it took some work, no hostility as well. Judai still had to talk Yubel into taking physical form at times but they’d still made a lot of progress. He was proud of them.

Judai’s eyes narrowed at the setting sun, nearly impossible to see behind the dark clouds. “Stupid short winter days,” he grumbled, kicking a rock across the ground.

“Yeah,” Johan agreed with an exasperated sigh. “I hate the constant darkness.”

“At least the solstice has passed. The days are already starting to get longer,” Yubel mused, appearing beside Judai.

“Ever so slightly longer,” Judai quipped, smiling a bit.

“We should probably find a town to stay in.” Judai stiffened at Johan’s words. It was painfully obvious that it was very nearly Christmas and he’d been avoiding towns for that exact reason. “It’s definitely below freezing and I don’t like the look of those storm clouds.”

“Eh, we’ll be fine,” Judai insisted, sitting on the ground. Johan stopped to gaze at him, a confused look on his face. “It would take too long to find a town, let’s just start a fire here and hope for-”

“Too long to find a town?” Johan echoed, raising an eyebrow. “But… there’s one not far from here.” He pointed off in the distance.

Judai stood up. Sure enough, he spotted the flicker of green and red lights, unmistakably Christmas lights.

“Johan’s right,” Yubel agreed with a nod. “It would be safer for you to take shelter there.”

Judai bit his lip. He knew Johan and Yubel were right and deep down, he didn’t want to sleep outside with a potential snowstorm on the horizon. Yet the idea of walking into that Christmas-infested town…

“Judai? What’s wrong?” Yubel asked, tilting their head to the side.

Judai’s gaze fell to the ground. “Nothing.” His tone was empty, defeated by his Christmas numbness. “You’re right, let’s go to the town.”

“Judai?” Johan sounded concerned.

“I’m fine,” Judai insisted, clenching his fist. “Let’s go.”

Pharaoh let out a small mrow, rubbing up against Judai’s leg as he walked. Judai glanced at them. Could even the cat tell that Judai was distressed? As they made their way closer and closer to the town, absolutely drowning in those garish “joyful” Christmas lights, more and more resentment grew within Judai. Even looking away from those harsh lights did nothing to quell it. He felt like a volcano: like the slightest push would make him burst and erupt at someone he didn’t want to.

“Judai.” Yubel’s voice was suddenly stern.

Judai and Johan stopped in their tracks, gazing at the spirit with wide eyes. They’d stopped just shy of entering the town.

Yubel dipped their head. “Johan, can you find a place for you and Judai to stay? I want to talk to him alone.”

“Okay, sure thing…” Johan brushed past Judai, getting to his knees to scoop Pharaoh into his arms. “Alright kitty, let’s go find a decent hotel room for us.”

He walked off with the cat in his arms, leaving Judai alone with Yubel.

“Judai…” Yubel shifted closer. “What’s going on? Why are you so… enraged?”

Judai let out a sigh, his head hanging low. “Right… you can sense that…”

He got to the ground, pulling his legs into his chest. Yubel shifted beside him.

“Judai…?”

“It’s this… stupid human holiday,” Judai grunted, “You’ve probably never even heard of it. 

“A holiday?” Yubel glanced back at the town. “Is that why all the buildings are covered in those bright lights?”

Judai nodded. “It’s Christmas, a holiday of forced fake happiness, crushing pressure and expectations, and being forced to spend time with people who share my blood despite how much they hurt me and the one I love.”

“…oh.”

Judai sighed again. “Everything about this holiday’s existence makes my blood boil. All it does is remind me of the past and the people who aren't in my life anymore, for better or for worse.”

“For worse as in your parents?” Yubel's voice was soft.

Judai met his partner's gaze. “Yubel, my parents were the ones who sent you away. I wanted to help you, I had nightmares where you were in danger and were crying for help. In response… my parents… made me endure shock therapy to repress all my memories of you.

“What?!” Yubel's voices cracked with horror.

“And this holiday is all about family so… that's what I'm reminded of.”

“Judai…” Yubel grabbed Judai's shoulders, staring at them with intense eyes. Judai stiffened. “Those pathetic excuses for humans are not your family and you don't have to deal with them anymore.”

“Yeah but… what they did still hurts…” Judai muttered.

“It will always hurt but that doesn't mean you should let that pain control you or ruin something that I imagine is supposed to be positive.”

“I-it is… Christmas I mean… but… for the past few years, being forced to focus on it and its meaning has… has only ever made me feel lonely and empty.”

“I… I see…” Yubel looked away, seeming to be at a loss for words.

Shifting closer, they put their arms around Judai in a hug, protectively folding their wings over him. Judai hugged them back, burying his face in their shoulder. Tears formed in his eyes. Despite that, however, the cold loneliness within Judai began to thaw.

“You’re not alone, you know,” Yubel murmured, rubbing the small of Judai’s back. “Maybe you were in the years before but Johan and I don’t make you feel lonely, do we?”

“N-no… you guys don't make me feel lonely. But… even with you guys around, I can't help what this time of year brings to mind…”

“Is there any way I can help you take your mind off it?”

“I… I don't know if that's…” Judai trailed off.

‘Possible,’ he added in his head.

“Let's just go find Johan and get out of the cold,” Judai sighed, backing out of the hug.

Yubel let go of him. “I'm always here if you need me, Judai,” they replied as they disappeared.

Judai stood up, head still hung low. The warmth from their hug still made his heart stir and quelled his anger somewhat. However, it didn't fully dull his sadness. He kept his gaze fixed on the ground as he walked through the Christmas light-infested town, ignoring the garish lights, wreaths, and saccharine Christmas tunes assaulting his ears.

“Judai!” Johan's voice rang out above the music.

Judai looked up. Johan dashed toward him, taking his hands.

“I got us a hotel room.” His smile faded quickly as he added, “It's kind of a wreck though. All the good rooms were taken because of the holiday rush.”

“Ugh,” Judai couldn't bite back an annoyed grunt. “Of course they were.”

“Yeah…” Johan sighed as he started forward. “I probably should've known that would happen. This time of year makes everyone crazy.”

Judai nodded as he continued beside Johan. “Tell me about it,” he grunted.

“I guess we can just be grateful we managed to get a room? Beats waking up covered in snow.”

“I guess,” Judai sighed, looking away.

“Judai?” Concern slipped into Johan’s voice.

“I’m fine,” Judai insisted, knowing it was a lie. “Let’s just get to the hotel room.”

They made their way toward the hotel, where more terribly obnoxious Christmas music was blaring in the lobby and halls before finding their room. Well, ‘room’ was a generous term. It was a decrepit square with torn-up walls and a bed that was clearly only meant for one person.

“Ugh,” Judai sat on the ground, leaning against the bed. “All this because of some stupid overly commercialised holiday.” He folded his arms.

“Yeah…” Johan sighed, sitting next to him. “I’m not a fan of Christmas either. It honestly just made me feel really lonely growing up.”

Judai met Johan’s gaze. “What do you mean?”

“Well…” Johan’s head hung low. “I didn’t… I didn’t have a family growing up. I was on my own for as long as I can remember.”

“Oh…” Judai could barely think of anything else to say.

One of the Crystal beasts, Ruby Carbuncle, appeared beside Johan, pressing its face against his hand. Johan petted the creature’s head.

“That’s why I always considered my Crystal Beasts to be my family,” Johan explained as Ruby Carbuncle settled into his lap. “When I found them I… I felt less alone and… and like I had a home.”

“That’s…” Judai stared at Johan in awe.

“Wow,” Yubel cut in flatly.

Johan snorted with laughter.

“Oh, you heard that?” Yubel asked, appearing on Judai’s other side.

“Yeah…” Johan smiled and shrugged. “It’s okay.”

“Are you… okay?” Judai asked, shifting closer.

“Yeah…” Johan took Judai’s hand, leaning his head on Judai’s shoulder. “To be honest… This is the first Christmas season where… I don’t feel so lonely.” Johan pulled Ruby Carbuncle into his chest. “Since I have my Crystal Beast family plus you guys… I’m still not a fan of this time of year but… it doesn’t feel so… empty anymore.”

“R-really?” Tears formed in Judai’s eyes.

“Yeah… really…”

Johan put an arm around Judai. Smiling, Judai slipped his arms around Johan’s waist, nuzzling his face into Johan’s.

“I’m… I’m really… touched that you… that you told me that… and that you… feel that way. It…” Judai froze, his heart swelling with so much feeling he couldn’t think of words to describe it. “It… makes me feel less…”

“Empty?” Yubel prompted.

“Yeah…” Judai gave Johan a quick kiss on the cheek. “I still can’t say I like this holiday much and…” He looked away. “It still brings to mind my awful family but…”

“Oh…” Johan met Judai’s gaze. “Is… is that why you’ve been so… off today?”

Judai nodded. “This holiday is all about family and… well… my parents were never really around and… they hurt Yubel… and me… that’s…” Letting out a sigh, Judai shifted away. “That’s what this holiday brings to mind for me. And… and the whole atmosphere of it just feels… forceful.”

“Because the focus is family and your association with your family is negative?”

“Yeah… basically…” Judai’s head hung low. “I can’t avoid this holiday. It’s everywhere… but I just don’t believe in celebrating it.”

“Me neither,” Johan replied with a shrug. “It’s overly commercialised to the point of being overbearing. And the religious side doesn’t have any meaning to me.”

“How does it not bring you down?” Judai asked, meeting Johan’s gaze.

“I guess I just never associated Christmas with so much negative stuff.”

“I don’t intend to, believe me. Usually, I’m able to get by without thinking about any of this stuff but Christmas just… brings it all to the forefront for some reason and… it sucks. And the fact that it’s a season where I’m ‘supposed to be happy’ just makes it worse.”

“Yeah… well…” Johan bit his lip. “As much as the memories hurt, you never have to see your parents again if you don’t want to.”

“Yeah… I know…”

“That’s just what I told him,” Yubel cut in, resting their hand on Judai’s hand. Judai met his partner’s mismatched gaze. “Family doesn’t have to be the people who share your blood. Johan here isn’t even the same species as his family.” Yubel gestured to the blue-haired man.

Johan cracked a smile. “Yeah… that’s true…” Amethyst Cat and Cobalt Eagle appeared beside him as well, both nuzzling him.

Judai’s lip twitched up. “I guess by that logic Winged Kuriboh is basically family to me.”

“Kuri kuri?” The little fuzzy bean of happy adorableness appeared in front of Judai, its eyes bright with curiosity.

Judai smiled fully, resting his hand on the Kuriboh’s head. “Of course friends can be family. I’d rather consider you and my heroes and… my partners…” Judai took both Yubel and Johan’s hands. “I’d rather consider all of you my family. But I…” He let out a sigh. “I don’t know if this holiday will ever not make me feel… down.”

“Is there anything we can do to cheer you up?” Johan asked, resting his hand on Judai’s shoulder.

“I don’t know…” Judai stood up, leaning against the bed.

Johan fell silent for a few moments, his finger on his chin as he looked to be in deep contemplation. “I might have an idea,” he said after a while. “You like sweets, right Judai?”

“Yeah…? I quite like chocolate.”

Johan smiled. “I know just the thing. Be right back.”

Without another word, Johan slipped out of the room and left Judai with Yubel and Winged Kuriboh. The latter settled into Judai’s lap, letting its wings drape over the bed. Judai rubbed the Kuriboh’s head.

“Kuri! Kuri!” Winged Kuriboh squeaked with joy.

“Judai…” Yubel’s wing draped over Judai’s shoulder. “Is there… Anything I can do?”

“Nothing you’re not already doing,” Judai sighed, leaning against Yubel’s shoulder.

Yubel’s wing wrapped more protectively around Judai, brushing against his back and shoulder. Judai let his eyes flutter shut. His rampant thoughts began to fade somewhat as he simply focused on the touch and the warmth that finally seeped over him now that he was out of the cold.

After about five minutes, the door opened again. Judai’s eyes fluttered open. Johan was standing there, two steaming cups and some candy canes in hand.

“Is that… hot chocolate?” Judai asked, leaning forward.

Johan nodded, handing him one of the cups. “They were on sale in the lobby. As were these candy canes.” He shrugged. “Something about some holiday sale.”

“Can’t imagine what that’s about,” Judai quipped, taking a sip of the hot chocolate.

Yubel, Judai, and Johan each chuckled a bit.

“At least that’s one bright side to all this,” Judai added with a shrug.

“Yeah…” Johan nodded. He tore the plastic wrapper off his candy cane and placed the tip in the hot chocolate.

Judai raised an eyebrow. “Did you just… dip peppermint in chocolate?”

“Yeah, why not?” Johan asked, placing the candy cane in his mouth.

Judai smiled. “Freak,” he teased, pressing his nose against Johan’s.

Johan smiled as well.

Yubel broke into a small chuckle, leaning toward Judai’s ear to murmur, “Judai, from what I know about you, you’re the one who’s a freak.”

Judai let out an offended gasp. “Yubel!”

Yubel smiled innocently while Johan chuckled into his hand. Judai sighed exasperatedly. However, his lips also twitched up a bit and for the first time since before they’d seen the town, he felt at ease and just a bit cheerful.

(Author’s note: Not so fun fact: the holiday season is actually known to exacerbate feelings of loneliness, failure, and/or worthlessness in those with depression. I think those of us who've seen GX all the way through can agree Judai has some form of depression. He's generally a cheerful character on the surface but bottles up his negative emotions and at his lowest point is shown to be very self-loathing and destructive. He seems like the type who would feel overwhelmed and resentful of the fake cheery atmosphere that Christmas brings.)

[nana-dear]

cat s/o headcanons

synopsis — While wandering through the forest, a lonely witch stumbles upon a magnificent castle. Disguised as a feline, you decide to explore the mesmerizing edifice, and during your small adventure end up meeting certain dorm leader...

character — Riddle Rosehearts, Leona King Scholar & Malleus Draconia.

note — Really long headcanons, it's my first writing ever. Please do not hesitate to share criticism!

part two

Heartslabyul must be the best place for a cat.

The gardens are so beautiful and peaceful, and most of it’s students are used to treating animals anyway.

But your favorite part was the tea parties. Cater allowed you to sit at the table and gave you milk and ice cream. He liked to play with you and take pictures for his Magicam.

Most students would play with you and give you small treats. But your favorite had to be the strict dorm leader.

Your first encounter with Riddle was far from pleasant, since he kept trying to get you out of the dorm. “You must not bring cats into areas of festivity!”, he would yell at Cater every time he found him spoiling you.

Leaving Heartslabyul was unimaginable! You adored all the affection and the free cake. That’s why your goal became “seducing the hardheaded leader with your feline charms”.

Cute tricks and the begging eyes you practiced for hours in front of the mirror weren’t enough. He would softly get you out of the way. You couldn’t even purr against his legs because the moment you got close, he grabbed you and walked to the entrance.

Maybe if you demonstrated you weren’t just a regular cat.

Each day before leaving your house, you started wearing adorable ribbons in the color scheme of the dorm. You also brought him presents like tea bags and crystals. Stuff your mother wouldn’t miss too much.

You went from giving the paw to more elaborate performances: balancing tea cups in your head, jumping from someone’s shoulders to land in someone else’s, and each time someone asked for something, you would bring it to them.

Riddle had to cede, not because he was convinced but mostly because watching you making such an effort made him feel guilty. Also, the students began addressing you as “the dorm’s pet”.

Slowly, the redhead gained a liking to you. He stopped complaining when you rested on his lap. He even helped you fix the lace you put so recklessly around your neck, and if he saw a pretty lace in Sam’s shop, he would buy it just for you. At the beginning, he didn’t really care about the seemingly arbitrary presents you carried in your mouth, but later kept them safe in a box.

Cater and him were actually talking about getting you a collar with something cute, like a bell or a ribbon. Trey once said it would be nice to give you something with a rose.

Other students also planned on making a place for you to stay, with a comfy bed and maybe a house.

But everyone assumed you already had an owner since you always left.

Once, they attached a note to your neck in hopes of receiving a response, but no one answered.

You just liked Riddle a lot. It felt safe whenever he gently patted your head. He always set a tea plate just for you, and soon found which desserts were your favorite. When he felt comfortable enough to let you follow him around the school, you would sit patiently behind him while he studied. He was such a dedicated person, and you admired him.

Your friendship had gone so far you once made him a bracelet with embroidery floss, and of course, you had one of your own, but he had no way to know.

One day, a rare one where your mother was home, she talked to you about a sort of convention for wizards. People would go to hear about new discoveries in the subject and meet knowledgeable magicians.

“It’s the perfect opportunity for you to start hanging out with other skilled witches,” she told you, “I think it’s about time you get used to this stuff, who knows, maybe in the future you can accompany me to other business.”

Excited was way too casual to describe you, you were shivering from eagerness. You couldn’t sleep on the nights before the event, so instead you endlessly practiced your lines and reactions.

When the awaited day came, you spent the whole thing following your mother, hearing and watching everything with fascination.

Your mom sat with other experts as you stood behind her chair. You were curiously eyeing everyone on the table when you glimpsed red hair…

Eyes opening as big as they could, you stayed the whole meeting hiding your face between your mother’s books and papers as if you were busy. But every time you watched him just a little, you noticed his confused gaze.

During a brief pause, you didn’t have the time to run away because he immediately stood up and walked to you. “I believe they have not introduced us...” he smiled fondly, looking expectant.

But all you could do was stutter. Noticing your nervous behaviour, your mom didn’t waste a second to stand up and talk for you. “[Name], and I’m their mother, Ophelia.”

Ignoring your nerves and assuming you just needed a little push, your mom kept the conversation going for a while, encouraging you to take part (“Oh, he is from that school near the house, right [Name]?” “Wow, [Name] is about your age, aren’t you, honey?” “Well, [Name] here is also really skilled with witchcraft, let me tell you about that time...”)

You suddenly excused yourself to the bathroom, deciding to hide there until the meeting finished.

“Is all your family involved in magic?” Riddle asked once you were gone. Your mother was more than happy to tell him about your millennia of history, the rooted tradition of living separated from the rest of the world (hence why you both lived in a forest), how all of your knowledge came from older generations…

When he showed a little interest in you, the woman went all into chattering about you. “I would love to enroll [Name] in advanced courses. They are such a fast learner. Even at such a young age, they control complex spells, like shape-shifting into animals.”

She kept ranting for a while and only stopped when she looked at the teen’s face, “Huh? Is something the matter? You look pale.”

Holding your breath, you left the bathroom almost twenty minutes after, just to be sure the meeting had restarted. You would wait outside and follow your mother once she finished.

Wandering a bit dejected, you were thinking about Riddle and the possibility he had recognised you. You were so absentminded you didn’t notice a familiar guy getting close.

You were suddenly held by the wrist and when you turned around, you found yourself face-to-face with the Heartslabyul leader.

He wouldn’t stop staring at your eyes, the ones he would recognise anywhere. His gaze fell down your arm and stopped at the bracelet you were wearing, the exact same he had on. (In your defense, you didn’t know he would be there, and you always wear it, it’s for luck!)

Recognising the bracelet around his wrist, you mumbled, surprised, “you are wearing it”.

Now, sitting on a bench, you two had time to talk, more accurately, to give explanations.

“Is just that… She is never home. I spent whole days, sometimes weeks, on my own. I had forgotten how it felt to have a meal with people. Your dorm is so lively, and everyone treats me really well, so I figured it out...” your feet were balancing shyly and Riddle saw your hand playing with the bracelet.

His first reaction was to get upset. He felt used. But after hearing you, he felt so perplexed and wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

“Are you mad at me?” When he turned his head to look at you, he felt so guilty under your apologetic eyes.

“I am not mad”, he stated, but then remained silent.

The thing would have been awkward, but thanks to your mother who suddenly barged in, it was super awkward.

She was rambling again about the meeting and asking Riddle if he had felt sick and why he had left.

Ready to stop her and explain the whole thing, you were interrupted by Riddle’s voice.

“I feel better now, thanks. [Name] has been a lovely company. We were talking just now about how much I would like them to visit Night Raven College.I believe it would be an enriching experience.”

Of course, your mother was beyond accepting. After some arrangements, you were exchanging your goodbyes when the redhead told you “I would love to see you at our tea party.”

Next time you were in Heartslabyul, you were in your most elegant attire, sulking in your seat while the whole dorm watched you, astonished, everyone asking questions.

But after some explanations, everyone treated you like a long-time friend. Cater was really enthusiastic about it too, taking lots of pictures and calling you "kitty". You would get in your cat form sometimes and everyone cheered as if you had made a magic trick (which, in a way, it was a magic trick).

You were no longer the dorm’s pet, but their special guest.

While investigating the campus, you found a group of beastmen that decided it would be funny to chase you. You ran almost for half an hour, hiding and then fleeing when the impulsive highschool boys kept finding you.

Frantically running through the Savanaclaw dorm, you crashed against several tables and pots, until you got a sight of a closing door to which you ran towards, squishing your small cat body between the frame.

You heard the men walking down the corridor, but none of them opened the door, and you finally let yourself drop to the ground.

But your relaxation didn’t last too long, because as soon as you closed your eyes, you felt a hand grabbing you from your stomach. It was a short guy with animal ears. “Leona, when did you get a cat? You don’t expect me to feed them or something, right?” you heard him saying before hysterically hitting him with your tiny paws. Surprised, the stranger let go of you and once you landed on the floor, you escaped beneath the bed.

You were so scared you couldn’t decipher what the guys in the room said. Ruggie tried to extend his arm to grab you, but you kept crouching.

Finally he gave up after faking to leave in order to make you come out, but as soon as you got your head out of your hiding spot, you would notice him and run back.

“They’ll get out at some point. I don’t care as long as they don’t bother me.” That’s the last thing you heard before the door shut and then total silence.

After a while, you felt safe enough to crawl out from beneath the bed. The lights were turned off and someone had put on blinds on the windows. As sneaky as you could, you searched for the exit, determined to go back home and never look back again. But the door was closed, and you were too small to reach the doorknob.

The last option was to turn back to a human and open the door. You also tried to get out the window but you could neither remove the blinds with your small body.

With no options left, you got ready to turn back to your original form until you looked at the bed. Someone was lying there. But they were sleeping, so there wasn’t any problem, wasn't there? After all, you would be really quiet and fast… But a quick check wouldn’t harm you anyway. You jumped on the bed and moved around the body. Once you were near his face, you got close to be one hundred percent sure he was asleep. But as you leaned in, he opened an eye.

Seems the B plan is now out of the question. You looked at him expectantly, trying to make him open the door for you. But Leona wouldn’t move. “What? Do you want some pats?” So you walked to the door and scratched it.

“After my nap, kitty”

You scratched even harder, but the lion seemed to have gone back to his slumber. Defeated, you got back in the bed and sat next to him. After all that running, you were exhausted, and you didn't even notice when your eyes began closing.

Leona had felt the potent magic from you, and he was actually waiting to see if you were trying to steal something or hurt him. But after verifying you were indeed sleeping, he concluded you were a sort of familiar or a wizard’s pet.

When you woke up, Leona opened the door for you and let you go without further bother.

He didn’t give too much of a hassle and forgot about it until a couple of days later you approached him while he walked to one of his classes and kept following him. You even followed him to the greenhouse and lied beside him while he slept.

You were clean and quiet, and every time someone tried to wake him up you would hiss at them or throw your paws against them, so Leona kept you around.

At some point, he even would give you part of his lunch. Few Savanaclaw students claimed to have seen their leader carrying a cat back to his room several times, but when asked about it, Leona would deny it.

You two were sort of nap buddies.

Things got complicated when you suddenly stopped leaving at night. Leona allowed you to roam around, but that’s completely different from actually owning a pet. It didn’t matter how much he tried to make you go back home: he would close his dorm door, kick you softly to go away, even trying to throw you into the woods and then running.

He once sat outside with you for hours, waiting for you to leave. He dozed off for a moment and, thinking you had already left, he came back to Savanaclaw just to see you getting comfy in his bed.

Aside from the minor inconvenience, weird stuff began happening.

You stayed in the dorm while he went to his classes, and when he came back, he would find all sorts of stuff. A hair comb, toothbrush, sometimes clothes, but if he left those things unsupervised even for a few seconds, they disappeared.

Other dorm members also started noticing things. Once a student heard someone using the bathroom in Leona’s room while he was supposedly in his magift practices. Several guys began claiming to hear footsteps at unheavenly hours. It just happened once, but a first year kid swore he heard a voice.

Occurrences where the room door was locked became so common that Leona had to carry the key everywhere, and then make copies because the key would randomly get missing.

Rumor around Savanaclaw was that the former owner of the cat died (hence why the animal never returned to home), and the owner’s ghost was now following their pet.

Two weeks had passed, and Leona had enough.

Unbeknown to you, the prince was scheming a plan to uncover whatever the hell was happening.

While enjoying your afternoon nap, Ruggie approached and grabbed you. Since he often gave you food and scratched behind your ears, you had grown accustomed to him and didn’t think too much about it.

Feeling so warm in his arms, you were getting ready to go back to your dreams when he placed you inside a tiny room you had never seen before.

“It’s time for the dorm cleaning and I don’t need you leaving paw prints everywhere, so stay there, okay?,” he said with his devilish smile before closing the door.

Brooms, mops and some cleaning stuff were crumbled in what seemed to be a small warehouse. It was sheer black, and the floor was cold. Alright, nothing you couldn’t handle…

“You can eat some rats if you get really hungry. I’ll get you later,” he screamed from the other side of the door before leaving.

Wait, rats?!

Absolutely ridden by the sudden panic, you searched for a chair or table to climb to, but there was nothing. You also couldn’t find a light switch and it didn’t seem the place had a lightbulb anyway.

Frozen in place, you tried to calm down, but the moment you heard a squeak from the darkness of the room, you just couldn’t handle it.

You scratched the door desperately, but no one would come. You just needed to unlock the door and push it enough so you could leave in your cat form with no one seeing the real you.

With trembling hands, you turned the doorknob just a tiny bit and suddenly the knob was no longer in your hand. Someone had opened the door.

A yellow vest was the first thing you saw. Slowly, your eyes kept raising and raising until you met with a pair of green angry eyes.

The two of you watched at each other for a second and then you grabbed the door again, trying to close it, but Leona used his arm to impede it.

“You better have a fantastic explanation or you’ll get in a lot of trouble”

After realizing that you could live a more or less decent life on campus, you decided it was way better than letting your oppressing family control your life so you could be the next great witch. That's why you ran away.

While you were talking to him about your parents, their strict rules, how they wouldn’t let you talk to people or see the real world, giving you thousand paged books to read in a day and the non-stopping magic lessons, he kinda understood your reasons. But his face remained inexpressive as you shared your family drama. You were expecting him to convince you to going home, but as soon as you finished speaking he turned away from you and began walking.

“I don’t care what you decide to do, but you better look for another place because you are not staying in my room anymore,” he said, completely ignoring your pleading eyes while you followed him.

After tons of begging, you two came to an agreement. You could live there, but not for free. You basically became Leona’s slave. After all, you said to be willing to do anything just to stay, didn’t you?

Ruggie remained without work because everything was left to you. Not only the cleaning of his room but the entire dorm, carrying his stuff, doing his homework (since you were so skilled in reading extensive texts). He would spontaneously crave snacks and the moment you brought them, he wanted another brand. All of this while you took care of not getting caught.

In his own words, he was giving you a taste of the real world. You claimed to be ready to live on your own, well, then prove it.

But you would do every task. Sometimes on the verge of tears, but you never dared to complain. Even after his demands became more and more excessive, you would do them.

One day he finally surrendered and sat in front of you, “alright, when are you going back home?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” you told him, rejecting all of his advice.

That’s when he told you about his own family problems. Although he omitted a lot of information. You two had a really long conversation trying to convince the other that your families were worse.

“But run away will solve it? Do you really want a life of hiding and depending on others just to escape from your family?”, after noticing your resilience to answer, he finished with: “let’s do this, go back and talk with them, but talk clearly. And if your parents refuse to understand, I promise I’ll let you stay with me even after I return to my home.”

After making him promise it thousands of times and even write it down (with his signature, of course), you gained enough courage to go to your family. Expecting to get back the same day to NRC and laugh in Leona’s face.

But a day passed, and there was no sight of you in the dorm.

Leona was actually getting worried when you finally appeared. Sleeping in his bed as a cat.

After getting back with your parents, even though you got into trouble, your family got so scared that they had enough time to realize all the reasons you had to escape. They weren’t ready to let you go into the cold, cruel world, but agreed to give more permissions. (Mind you, “going to see a guy after sunset in his room” wasn’t one of those permissions.)

Although you stopped living in the dorm, that wasn’t the last time the Savanaclaw students heard of you.

Malleus' first encounter with the curious creature occurred during one of his night walks. He was walking through Ramshackle's tranquil garden when he noticed bright eyes peeking out of a bush. They shared glances for a minute until a frightened cat emerged from the leafs and refused to lose sight of him as he backed away until it felt safe enough to turn and run.

It didn’t matter. He was already used to others feeling threatened by his presence. However, the event bothered him enough that, for the second encounter, he attempted to lure the feline.

“Good night”, he said to the cat briefly before continuing with his path.

The animal seemed to understand Malleus’ genuine intentions and after that day began appearing constantly. Always watching from afar. Hiding in the forest if the stranger got too close.

With the passing of time, the cat started getting closer. They then began walking alongside the fae. When they felt comfortable enough, they would greet him purring between his legs.

Malleus felt satisfied. There was a certain special bond between him and his night companion. Although most of the time both would enjoy their company in silence, nights where he shared vague ideas and commentaries about his day were not missing. And since his little confidant would always listen carefully, Malleus was sure that given the opportunity, the cat would have conversed happily.

Of course, since day one, he noticed the unusual magical aura surrounding the animal. But this wasn’t his first time hearing about a magical cat. So he just let it slip.

The lie was discovered on a rainy night. The young prince was unbothered by the storms, therefore went with his habitual stroll. But something was different. His loyal companion never arrived. Maybe they had looked for a shelter from the rain?

Malleus couldn’t simply… leave. Not after months of nightly escapades with the cat. They no longer were a stray cat but his friend -or at least, that’s the way the leader of Diasomnia felt-. Worried, he waited around an hour before going to look for them on the usual route.

Late at night, the storm hadn’t ceased, nor Malleus had stopped searching. He was walking near the woods when a sad meow captured his attention. There was you, caught in a tree’s branches, refusing to get out into the frightening storm.

The fairy raised his arms and without a doubt you jumped to his chest, grasping desperately his uniform. “It's alright. Thunder can’t hurt you here.”

He ended up bringing you to his dorm. He laid you softly in his bed and during the entire night; you stayed shivering beneath the sheets. The next morning, the only remnant of the storm was a soft mizzle. Deciding to let you sleep a bit more, Malleus left quietly for his classes.

He came back as soon as classes ended (or as soon as he could escape them). But when he opened the door instead of finding his cute pet, he encountered a person with black clothes sitting in the bed and playing shyly with their fingers.

“So… I might not be a cat…” the intruder said, each word getting slower and softer. Their head was low with shame and they almost disappeared between their oversized clothes. “Sorry.”

Peaceful as always, Malleus asked a few questions. Clearly ignorant of the growing nervousness in the witch. You told him about your family, a long line of magicians which believed that the only way to remain pure was to stay in contact with the self, and that meant leaving the society and raising children inside the family environment. You were all alone with your granny, a loving but strict lady who instructed you in magic ways from a young age but wouldn’t let you get out into the real world.

Full of curiosity, you awaited every night until she fell asleep and transformed into a cat. At the beginning, you only roamed the forest around your house, but when you started getting further, you were captivated by an enormous castle that you later learned was Night Raven College.

Last night you had tried to get back home before the rain got worse, but it was so dark that you couldn’t find the way. Lost and cold, you climbed a tree and waited, crying for help, until Malleus appeared.

After giving your last apologies, you left all gloomy and humiliated. But contrary to what you thought, Malleus was far from mad. He got all excited, thinking that now that the truth was out, you two were practically friends.

That’s why he got so confused when you stopped appearing.

Truth is, you couldn’t find the guts to go back (you were also like, really grounded). And you probably would have never got out of your house again if it weren’t for your grandmother, whose immense ire was exchanged with worry when days later you would still play with the food for hours before getting a bite and sit in the window with a defeated look.

A week had already passed when walking by the Ramshackle dorm, Malleus saw a figure sitting in the stairs. He approached carefully and expected you to say something, but you would only look at your feet. After a minute of silence, he decided to only sit next to you.

Comforted by the stillness, you took out a circular box and offered it to the man, still unable to look him in the eyes. “My grandma told me to bring you this”, he grabbed the box and opened it in his lap, revealing several homemade biscuits. “She thanks you because you helped me get down the tree, sorry.”

“Have I ever talked to you about my grandmother?” He asked and smiled triumphantly after you finally raised your head to deny with a glimpse of a smile in your lips.

He got really surprised when, upon hearing that he was the prince from the Valley of Thorns, you squealed so loud… So you weren’t aware?

[nextdoor-neighbors]

Rumors Only Grow (Pt 2)

Link to Part 1!

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Smut; oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex

A/N: it’s finally here! i know a lot of you guys wanted this so in honor of the twins’ birthday, i finally got around to finishing it. happy birthday to my favorite gingers!

The Room of Requirement had quite the reputation amongst the horny teenagers of Hogwarts. You had always promised yourself that you weren’t going to stoop that low and become that desperate to need the room for a hookup, yet here you are.

As you make your way through the halls and up the stairs, you can’t stop thinking about the events that occurred in the library, reliving the feelings of Fred’s fingers inside of you and George’s mouth on you. Just the memories alone make you wet, as if you aren’t practically dripping already.

You smile and greet a few people on your walk, but thankfully, nobody stops to try and have a conversation with you.

Once you reach the seventh floor, sure enough, there are the doors to the Room of Requirement. The concept of the room amazes you; you and the twins stumbled upon it a few years ago, and it’d become very useful for getaways after pulling pranks on people. Sometimes, it was just a simple broom closet just big enough for the three of you to hide in, away from Filch. Other times, when you had something more elaborate to plan, it looked like a classroom. And as you open the door now, you feel your face turn bright red as you realize it’s taken the appearance of a dorm room, only with one, larger bed, instead of five small ones. No wonder people have used this room so often.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been standing there in awe, gazing around the room, when you here the door open behind you. You jump slighty and turn, the noise loud in the otherwise silent room.

There they are, mischievous grins on their faces as George quietly pushes the door closed.

“Quite the setup you’ve got here, Y/L/N,” Fred says, his gaze panning the room and finally landing on you, slowly looking you up and down, his desire obvious in his eyes. You look over to George, whose expression mirrors his twin’s.

You’re at a loss for words, which is definitely an unusual thing for you; after being friends with the twins for so long, you’d become rather good at quick, witty, and flirty remarks, but right now, your mind was a blank slate.

Thankfully, you don’t have to stand in the awkward, tense silence much longer, because George takes it upon himself to cross the gap between the two of you and cup your face with one hand, running his thumb over your bottom lip. Your breath hitches at the touch and you immediately crave more.

“You were making quite the scene in the library,” he says, quietly, “I’m surprised you didn’t get us caught.”

Fred comes up behind him, carefully watching how you respond to George’s touch.

“Why don’t you take her over to the bed, George? I think she’d be more comfortable there,” Fred says, looking you up and down once more.

“Fantastic idea, Fred. I was thinking exactly the same thing.”

You’re sure that the twins can hear your heart pounding as the three of you make your way over to the bed. You climb on to it, looking over expectantly at the boys, not sure what their plan is.

The twins look at each other until George tilts his head towards you.

“Why don’t you go ahead first, Fred?”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Fred replies, and turns to smirk at you. “Lay down for me, darling?”

You obey as he joins you on the bed, positioned on his knees. His fingers slide up your bare legs until they reach the hem of your skirt. He tugs both your skirt and panties down in one motion, tossing them to the side. He eyes between your legs, that damned smirk still on his lips as he wastes no time in sliding two fingers inside of you.

“Fuck,” you hiss at the sensation.

“So wet for us,” Fred murmurs softly, shifting his position so that he can lower his mouth to you. His fingers still inside of you, his tongue starts to circle your clit, and you buck your hips up as you let out a moan, your eyes shutting.

“That’s it, Y/N. We want to hear you.” You open your eyes to see George, who’s now walking around the side of the bed so that he can be closer to you. As he walks, he works at undoing the buckle of his belt, wearing a similar smirk as Fred.

You feel your orgasm building as Fred continues on you with his fingers and mouth, so you let out another moan as you tilt your head back, squeezing your eyes shut again. With your eyes still closed, you feel George taking one of your hands and wrapping it around his dick. You hear his breath hitch at your touch, but you can’t focus on him yet - not when you’re so close to finishing yourself.

“I’m so close,” you whimper, wrapping your other hand in Fred’s hair, but as soon as you speak, Fred reaches up to remove your hand from his hair as he pulls away from you.

Your other hand is still wrapped around George, and he starts to guide your hand up and down.

“Not yet, darling,” Fred says to you. You squeeze your thighs together, craving some sort of relief for yourself as you continue to stroke George, who has taken his own hand away to let you be in control.

Now being able to focus completely on George, you decide to shift your position on the bed, turning on to your side and propping yourself up on your elbow so that you can take his dick into your mouth. He groans loudly, reaching forward to put a hand on the back of your head and wrap his fingers in your hair. He starts thrusting his hips ever so slightly, following your movements so that he goes even deeper into your mouth, causing you to gag.

You swear that you hear the jangling of a belt buckle coming from Fred’s direction, and after another moment of sucking George, you feel Fred’s hands on your legs, moving them apart. Since you’re still laying on your side, he straddles one of your legs, moving the other up so that he position himself correctly, teasing the tip of his dick against your entrance until you can’t take it anymore.

You pull back from George, mostly for air, but also to glance over at Fred to say, “Put it in already.”

He grins. “So impatient, Y/N. But, if you insist.”

Fred grips your hip tightly as he pushes himself into you, both of you groaning in pleasure as he fills you.

You turn your attention back to George, who’s looking down at you with a lust-filled gaze. But instead of letting you be mostly in control this time, he puts his hand on the back of your head to hold you in place as you open your mouth to take him again.

The pleasure and sensations are almost too much to bear: George fucking your mouth while Fred begins to pound in and out of you, both of their moans filling the room. Not long after, George starts to throb in your mouth, and you know that he’s close. After a few more pumps, he releases, and you swallow everything.

“Good girl,” he praises, stepping back and pulling his boxers and pants back up as Fred continues to fuck you. You let your head fall back on the bed, moaning, knowing that you’re close, and that Fred is, too, as his thrusts get less and less controlled.

You finally orgasm hard a few moments later, Fred following your lead, both of you breathing heavily as you pull away from each other. You smile shyly at George, who grins back at you from where he’s standing next to the bed.

“Well,” Fred says, breaking the silence as he pulls his pants back up. George bends over to pick up your skirt and panties, handing them to you. You smile gratefully at him, but you really don’t want to move. You don’t even know if you’ll be able to at all.

“I suppose the rumors are true now,” Fred continues, winking at you. You bite back a grin as you lift your hips to tug your clothes back on.

“I suppose they are,” you answer, “Dare I say that it was a good thing that those rumors were started in the first place?”

“Why’s that, Y/N?” George grins, sharing a mischievous look with his twin.

“Yeah, Y/N,” Fred says, “You think we wouldn’t have ended up doing this eventually anyway?”

You’re not sure how to answer, but hearing Fred say that definitely makes you feel some type of way. George helps you up off the bed, and while your legs are definitely shaky, you can walk - for now, that is.

You walk side by side through the halls headed towards the common room. Fred and George had both assured you more than once before you left the Room of Requirements that it wasn’t too obvious that you been doing what you’d been doing, but then again, it’s not like the rumors haven’t already been going around.

“There you three are!” exclaims Lee Jordan as soon as you walk into the common room. His gaze shifts between the three of you, and he raises his eyebrows. “Where the bloody hell were you?”

You glance up between the twins, who both grin and answer at the same time:

“Homework.”

[shysneeze]

Do Me a Favour | Fred Weasley x F!Reader

Description: Fred and the reader’s relationship seen through a series of favours

Warnings: its kind of angsty, brief description of injury (umbridge’s detention related) briefly battle of hogwarts related, miscommunication i guess 

Tag-List : new form is here for anyone interested in being added 

~* Fifth Year *~

“Do me a favour?” 

It’s a question (Y/N) has been practicing internally for at least an hour, yet her voice still wobbles as she asks it aloud. Fred, lying back in the grass, soaking in the late summer sun, peeks open one eye to look up at her with a questioning brow. 

“Yeah?” 

“K-kiss me?” 

A second passes before he reacts, sitting bolt upright in an instant, choking slightly on the gasped breath taken in the process. Regret floods her chest with a mortified ache and she finds herself dropping her eyes to the ground and picking at tufts of grass nervously.

“What?” 

“It doesn’t matter,” She mumbles, “It’s stupid.” 

“Kiss you?” He repeats, “L-like on the lips?” 

“I shouldn’t have asked,” She argues embarrassedly, “I was just- I haven’t- it doesn’t matter.”

He blinks at her, confusion pulling his brows into a frown. Confused is probably the only word he can come up with to explain the whole thing, because quite frankly, it’s not everyday your childhood best friend asks you to kiss them. Then, much to (Y/N)’s further mortification, realisation flickers across his face.

“You’ve never kissed anyone?” 

He asks it like he’s surprised, something that only goes to confuse (Y/N) herself. Yet she nods, too obviously embarrassed to even attempt to play it off as some elaborate joke or simply fib her way out of it. 

“Really?” Fred asks, “And you want me to be your first kiss?” 

“I just want it out the way,” She explains hastily, “Don’t go getting big headed about it… it’s just a favour.” 

He’s silent, the most silent she’s ever heard him before even, and it does nothing but add to her growing concern that in one fell swoop, she’s managed to ruin sixteen years of friendship. She’s on the verge of what is bound to be an incoherent string of apologies when he finally answers. 

“Okay.” 

Her breath catches with something between relief and sheer panic. 

“Really?” 

“What sort of friend would I be if I denied you such a simple favour?” 

‘Simple’ is perhaps an underestimation of what she’s asking, and she can see the nervous way he licks his lips despite the grin he throws on instantly to disguise it. She’s gotten this far though, too far to chicken out now with his warm hand cupping one of her cheeks as he leans closer. 

The sun has brought out millions of freckles across his pale cheeks, and for the first time she’s so close she could count them. Part of her, a side of her she’s never met before, thinks about tracing her finger across them, connecting them like constellations. Something in her chest twitches at the thought. 

“You ready?” 

“Don’t make it sound so clinical,” She mumbles. 

“Listen, beggars can’t be choosers.” 

She smiles, glad for the familiarity of his teasing. It has some of her nerves dissipating, her lungs expanding with a light, freeing breath before she nods.

He’s tentative for only a moment, their lips meeting in the lightest of kisses until she’s instinctively pulling him closer, fingers curled around a handful of his gryffindor tie. He lets out a surprised sound from deep in his throat, though he doesn’t pull back. 

In fact, if he knew kissing his best friend might feel this good, he wouldn’t have asked so many questions before doing so in the first place. At the feeling of her grip slipping from his tie, he feels his heart dropping disappointedly, chasing her lips subconsciously as she pulls back. 

He watches her contemplative expression, a good distraction from the racing of his heart in his chest and the unexplainable urge to kiss her again. She gives him a wide-eyed look, eyes darting in every direction as she navigates whatever millions of questions are running around her head. 

Then, she clears her throat, nodding as she begins to get to her feet and leaving him dazed on the grass with reddening cheeks. 

“Thanks,” She says, “I owe you one.” 

~ *Sixth Year* ~ 

“(Y/N),” Fred exclaims happily, portrait door swinging shut behind him as (Y/N) looks up from her book to meet him with a frown, “Just who I was looking for,” 

“That’s never good,” She says, slowly closing her book, “When am I busting you out of detention this time?”

“You wound me,” He retorts before dropping onto the couch beside her with, pressing the back of his hand against his forehead with a dramatic flair, “Me? Detention?” 

His head lands haphazardly on her lap and she looks down at him with an amused look, shaking her head in teasing disbelief. His lips twitch into a grin, one that (Y/N) knows is just the beginning of what she doubts will be a simple request. 

“Do me a favour?”

For a split second, she freezes, a slight shiver crawling up her back at the question, which little under a year ago saw them kissing by the lake. He holds her eyes in a knowing gaze that causes her to nod cautiously.

“Okay…”

“Come to the ball with me?” 

Her brows lift into a surprised expression.

“What?” 

“The Yule Ball,” He explains, sitting up now to face her properly, “I need a date.”

She gives him a long, questioning, look, searching for some tell-tale signs of a Fred Weasley joke in the makings. Sceptically, she narrows her eyes. 

“Why?”

“You owe me one.” 

She bristles imperceptibly, gulping at the knowing look that swims in eyes and twitches the corners of his lips into a small smirk. 

“That and I left it all a bit last minute, you see,” 

She can’t quite decide whether it’s hurt or relief that tugs at her chest at the revelation, that he’s only asking as a last resort. It’s a much more simple version of the scenario she’s been building in her head since he first asked his question, one with far less feelings to get more attached to.

“What if I’ve already said yes to someone else?” 

“Well, I have it on good authority that you’ve been turning people down for weeks now,” He raises a brow, “What’s that about? Holding onto hope of being asked by someone special?” 

The teasing tone he’s going for comes out strained in a way (Y/N) has never heard from him before and she frowns for a second at it before rolling her eyes. 

“No, I’m not,” She answers, “I just didn’t feel like going with them.” 

“So, what you’re saying is that you don’t have a date?” He says, “And neither do I… how convenient.” 

She lets out a short scoff, shaking her head in disbelief at the pleading puppy-dog look he’s managed to perfect in just a few seconds. She exhales a loud reluctant sigh that has the corners of his mouth pulling into a smile.

“Is that a yes?” 

“Hmm,” She nods, “I guess,” 

“How romantic.” 

“Ah well, as a wise boy once said, beggars can’t be choosers.” She manages a smirk of her own, “Perhaps next time you’ll find yourself a date sooner than a week before the dance.” 

Something in Fred’s face drops for only a split second, and not even their years of friendship helps her read it. It’s only a moment before he’s disguising it again with a lopsided grin and a playful shove.

“Shut up,”

~* Seventh Year *~

Fred’s finger tips are warm as they trace the red-raw words scratched into the back of (Y/N)’s hand, lookin from it up to her eyes with a look she knows means a lecture. She sniffles slightly, twisting away from him to plan her counter argument. 

“Before you say anything,” She starts, “Your hand is just as bad so don’t start on my detentions.” 

“I wasn’t going... “ He sighs, “Well, I was, but you’re right. I’m just trying to figure out how to get the pink hag back for it.”

“Don’t do anything stupid... I’m fine.”

Fred let’s put a disagreeing grumble.

“Fred,” She says warningly. 

“I know,” He breathes out reluctantly, “I just worry when it’s you.”

She turns back to face him, hoping to catch whatever expression has followed such a revelation, but she’s too late, finding him instead twisting away from her to search through his bedside table drawer. He returns with a small jar of healing balm, what she’d come to his dorm for in the first place, or at least that’s what she’s telling herself.

“What happened this time?” 

“I missed curfew again,” (Y/N) mumbles, hissing in a breath when the balm touches the open wound, “I was at the library trying to teach myself the bloody defence course since she won’t- ouch.” 

“Done,” He assures with a soft smile, “Wuss.” 

“It’s not that when you’re the injured one,” She teases, though she’s not feeling quite up to it, “I can’t believe this is how we’re spending our last year.” 

“I know.”

She’s not sure what’s causing the tears that have welled in her eyes though, certainly not from the sting of the healing balm or even the general pain from the scar itself. Yet she can’t help the tears that have begun to fall from her lashes and slip down her cheeks.

“Hey-” Fred looks up, brown eyes wide in surprise, “What’s going on?” 

“Sorry,” (Y/N) hiccups, wiping her eyes hastily, “I don’t know why i’m crying.”

“Take your time,” Fred says, rubbing soothingly at her back, “It’s okay,”

“It’s all just a bit much isn’t it.” She manages after a moment, “Newts are hard enough but now w-we’ve got this absolute psychopath of a defence teacher who doesn’t actually teach, we’re training to fight deatheaters and- it’s just a bit much.”

“I know what you mean,” He admits solemnly, “It’s pretty messed up.”

“Sorry, it’s stupid.” She shakes her head, “Everyones going through the same thing-” 

“Don’t do that.” He frowns, “That doesn’t mean you don’t get to be upset about it, (Y/N).”

“I know but-” 

She hears him click his tongue against his teeth disapprovingly, and she can picture him rolling his eyes though she doesn’t have time to see for herself, not with his arm around her shoulder as he curls her into his chest. 

She freezes, as if this is something bizarre, as if they’ve not shared hugs a million times growing up. This is protective though, like in his arms, for even just a moment, he’s protecting her from everything wrong in the world. 

“Fred?” She sniffles against his chest, “Do me a favour?”

“Anything, (Y/N).”

“Just- just hold me for a bit.”

His breath catches, heat blossoming in his chest as he pulls her closer, running his fingers through her hair in a soothing motion. 

“Of course.”

~* Post-Hogwarts*~

“Do me a favour?”

(Y/N), seconds from falling asleep, fit perfectly between Fred and the back of the sofa, peers up at him with bleary eyes and soft smile.

“Of course.” She exhales tiredly.

“Be with me.” 

She freezes, replaying it over and over in her head, not entirely sure she’s not dreaming. At her silence, he lets out a sharp noise that sends a jolt of panic into her body, waking her up well and truly. She lets out a choked sound as his arms unravel from her waist and a chill hits her as he begins to pull back. 

“What?” 

“It’s late-” He begins to backtrack.”I’ve got to open up shop tomorro-”

“What did you just say, Fred?” 

He gives her a look that's almost pained. 

“Don’t make me say it again.” He pleads, “Let’s just forget about it-” 

“You… You like me?” 

He lets out a sound close to a pained laugh that lodges itself in his throat as he twists awkwardly away from her. A deep crimson colour has begun to creep up his neck and he pulls nervously at his shirt collar in a meek attempt to combat it. 

“I’ve not been very subtle, (Y/N).” 

“Clearly you have!” (Y/N) bursts, only shrinking with the realisation that, just down the hall, George is sleeping in his room. “Since when?” 

“Since you kissed me,” He exclaims exasperatedly, “Favour bloody one.” 

She stands, suddenly hit by the need to pace, to move around as she deals with all the questions that race through her head. Gulping, Fred watches her move, suddenly afraid that he’s made this favour their last. 

Then, she comes to a stop. 

“You’re an idiot.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“An idiot,” (Y/N) repeats, “You made me feel like the last resort for the yule ball, but you’re telling me that was serious?” 

“Hey,” He frowns, “It was serious right until you started giving me this look like I was insane and I had to cover my arse somehow-” 

“Shut up,” 

She drops herself onto his lap, cupping his cheeks in her hands and holding his face there, inches from her own. He watches, frozen in awe, as her eyes dance across his face. She’s tracing his freckles again, close enough to be  mesmerised all over again. 

“Since we’re pretty terrible with signals,” She exhales, “When I kiss you now… it’s not just a favour.” 

“Thank Merlin for that.” 

~* The Battle of Hogwarts*~ 

Hogwarts has never felt so different. 

Standing here now, it’s hard for (Y/N) to imagine these are the same hallways they once walked down, that she and Fred used to sneak through in the dark for midnight snacks and linger outside of before teachers arrived.

Tucked into an alcove of the corridor, Fred and (Y/N) watch the havoc unfolding, keenly aware of what lies ahead, the war that’s been looming over them all year. He holds her hand in his own, squeezing it as reassuringly as he can manage as she chews nervously on her bottom lip.

“It’s going to be okay, right?” 

“Of course, Love,” He smiles, lifting a hand to gently caress her cheek, “We’ll be fine.” 

She nods, melting into his warm touch. But nothing eases the weight that has settled on her chest, the anxious feeling that is telling her everything is about to go wrong. She searches his eyes for something familiar to cling onto. 

“I don’t like us not sticking together,” Fred admits quietly, “We should be where we can keep an eye on each other.” 

“I promised Madam Pomfrey I’d help with the injured,” (Y/N) admits sadly, “And you should be with George.” 

“I know,” He breathes, “I just don’t like it,” 

She smiles sadly in agreement. 

“Me either,” She admits, “but I’ll be fine… I’ve always had better defence marks than you anyway,” 

Much to (Y/N)’s relief, Fred laughs, bringing back a sense of normality, even if just for a moment. The hand on her cheeks pinches her playfully and his brown eyes roll with a teasing glint to them. 

“Look at you, joking in a crisis,” He teases, “I’m so proud,” 

“I’ve known you long enough to have picked up some sort of ill-timed sense of humour,” 

He lets out a short chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“I love you, (Y/N),” 

“I love you too,” 

He leans in to capture her lips in a gentle kiss, a practiced art that has a well-known warmth flooding (Y/N)’s chest. Yet, as he pulls back, he leaves something bitter sweet behind, the ache of a goodbye kiss. 

“I should go,” He admits, “Before we end up caught up in the crowds, right?”

“Yeah,” 

“I’ll see you once it’s all over,” He grins, “When we’ve won,” 

It takes a moment for (Y/N) to convince herself to let go of his hand and feels suddenly cold once it’s gone. He’s turning away with one last wave when she calls him back, heart hammering in her chest. 

“Do me a favour?” 

He pauses before breaking into a small smile. 

“Always, Love.” 

“Don’t die.”

“I promise.”

[slumbergoblin]

Would it be okay if I asked about the Dragoon Berry scenario? I'm curious if Igneous does have to get involved or not. Or if Betrayus is able to quell the rage on his own.

(Sorry for asking so many questions 😅)

Totally! I don't mind answering questions!

(If there are things that like, don't make sense/seem like they're happening too fast then I apologize because my thoughts are everywhere, and some details are being left out because I'm trying to just explain gist of it;;) So basically I am going off of what I remember because I *rarely* write stuff down:

This whole.... 'episode' I guess is what I'm going to call it for now I think is a very interesting idea, for both setting up the concept of "Power Berries??? In my Netherrealm?" AND being able to set up a way to learn more about Betrayus and his years in the Netherrealm before he was given the title of 'leader' or 'lord' of the fire-portion in the Netherrealm. However, that second bit with Betrayus comes at another time.

Going into somewhat vague-but-also-not detail about the little synopsis that I made here for the initial Dragoon Berry post: I like the idea of an episode where Pac, Cyli, and Spiral are doing their usual 'we need to go down into the Netherrealm because Dr. B is doing something nefarious' and Pac stumbles upon these strange bushes with fruit on them. Maybe he senses some sort of energy or power from them, I don't know yet, but he decides to take one with him. The only one who knows that Pac is in possession of this fruit is Betrayus. Kid gang™ return to school, continuing their day like normal, lunch rolls around and BAM ghosts are back doing their thing and causing a ruckus in Pacopolis! Pac is getting ready to power up and realizes, oh no! He doesn't have his uh, pellet-carrier-thingy because he left it either in his dorm room or in a locker at school- HOWEVER! He does have that fruit from the Netherrealm! So he bites the fruit, can't because ow it's kinda spikey, figures out how to open it, and hey! A berry! That's the power he was sensing from earlier! Pac pops that sucker in his mouth and wow everything goes downhill so fast. Pac embodies the look, might, and fury of a dragon, but quickly loses all control, he not only goes after ghosts but starts going after citizens as well. Betrayus sees this going down with a slug-cam and quickly appears on the TV in the roundhouse so he can demand that Stratos lets him out of the Netherrealm. Stratos, who was watching Pac go NUTS, is caught off guard and immediately questions what his brother had done, but Betrayus explains that he can help. Stratos is obviously hesitant, but he trusts him (after Betrayus elaborates of course). Betrayus shows up in Stratos's office shortly after Cyli, Spiral, and Sir C., obviously Cyli and Spiral are like 'this HAS to be your doing' and Betrayus explains to them the situation and tells them his plan. Betrayus needs to be able to get close enough to Pac to restrain him while Spiral and Cyli uh, 'neutralize him', yeah I don't know how else to word it- But you get what I mean! So Betrayus distracts Pac from going after people by having Pac only go after him, while also deflecting and dodging whatever Pac throws at him. Betrayus is also trying his best not to harm Pac, or let his anger consume him. Betrayus eventually gets a hold of him by uh.. stretching his arms long enough to wrap around Pac like a rope... which sounds strange- but bear with me. Betrayus, and to an extent some other ghosts, can stretch his arms! Think Spinel from Steven Universe. I feel like it's a weird idea- but I'm keeping it! Anyways, Betrayus and Pac both get like, zapped by a new upgraded version of the PSCs (or whatever the acronym was), and both of them like, I don't want to say collapse because that makes it sound more violent than how it should look- but they both just slowly fall onto the ground. Betrayus and Pac are knocked out, and Spiral, Cyli, and Sir C. all rush over to them. Pac is taken back to wherever, I don't know yet, and Betrayus is taken back to the Netherrealm And that's where (for now) it would end, right? Well actually, the entire situation with Pac going out of control was being broadcasted live on TV because of that one news reporter. A lot of people witnessed Betrayus out there to help stop Pac. A lot of people... including Betrayus's wife Mei. THAT'S the end of the 'episode'. As for Igneous, he is nowhere to be found! So Igneous, shortly before Betrayus was given lordship, disappeared! Nobody knows where he went or why he left! 'Tis but a mystery...  (and Igneous disappearing was like, 13-14 years ago) (Writing this right after posting- I’M SO SORRY THIS IS LIKE 8 PARAGRAPHS LONG)

[fangirlshrieks]

Spring Break part 1

a/n: This is my first official post on here and I don't know how it will turn out. Tik Tok really made me obsessed with Harry Potter 😭.  Now I am a simp for Neville. I got a soft spot for quiet, nerdy, shy, and subby boys. I don't usually write fanfiction because my ideas are usually super long and I have no time to write them out but I decided to write this one. I will also be posting this on my wattpad account. I read @omg-imatotalmess sub!Neville fic back in December and I've been obsessed with the idea of Neville being a sub. *internally screaming* 

Part 1, Part 2, part 3

Word count: 2,519

Pairings: Neville Longbottom x female reader

Warnings: Mensions of sex, Innuendoes, mentions of plant boy's insecurities

The sunlight intruded through your dorm room windows. It shined at just the right angle so the light hit your eyes, abruptly waking you up. In annoyance your turn onto your stomach and bury your head under your pillow desperate for just a few more minutes of sleep but the memory of it being the last day of school before spring break entered your mind. You peaked from under your pillow to check the time. It was around 7:05. You huffed. It was too early to get up. Unable to go back to sleep with the light in your eyes you reluctantly got up out of bed and got ready for the day. You could hear the deep snores of your dorm mates sleeping quietly as you got ready. It was times like these where you enjoyed getting up earlier than everyone else. There was always a sort of peace before the hustle and bustle of everyone rushing to the bathrooms to find a mirror or use the sinks. You made sure to be as quiet as possible. Having gotten ready you decide to head to the great hall for breakfast. 

Sitting down at the Y/H table you grabbed a toast and some butter and jam. There were a few students around but not enough to fill the hall with loud noise. None of your friends were up yet, that's for sure, so you scanned the room to see if your boyfriend, Neville Longbottom, was there.

'Who am I kidding he's probably still asleep too' you thought.

But just as you turned to eat your food, Neville had entered the great hall. He spotted you and quickly walked over to where you were sitting. 

"Hello love" he gave you a quick peck on the top of your head before sitting down next to you. 

"What are you doing here so early?" His tone is full of amusement, knowing you aren't normally one of the first students to enter the great hall in the morning. 

"I could ask you the same thing" you said, giving him a teasing look. 

"Well I couldn't really sleep last night. Too excited for holiday, I guess." He responded with a bit of nervousness in his voice. You didn't seem to notice however.

"Well I was rudely interrupted from a wonderful sleep by a disgusting thing called sunrise." The sarcasm in your voice made the two of you laugh slightly.

"I'm sorry you didn't get to sleep in."

"It's fine. That just means I get to spend more time with you today." You said nudging him with your shoulder. "By the way did you ever tell your gran that I would be visiting the two of you at the lake house."

Neville's grandmother was invited by an old friend to stay with her at her lake house. The lake house was relatively close to where you lived in London but it was obviously in the wizarding world. You had asked Neville about two weeks ago if you could visit him and his grandmother while they were there. You had never been to a lake house before and you wanted to spend your first Holiday with him as his girlfriend since you two had got together.

You had only been going out since December but you had been friends since 1st year. When his grandmother heard the news about the two of you finally becoming an official couple she was ecstatic. She always believed there was something more between the two of you. Even when you were in your previous relationship with a boy from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic your fourth year, there was always something there but neither of you believed that other could ever like you in that way. But after you broke up with your ex at the end of your fourth year, the tension between you and Neville was undeniable. It was not until the start of 6th year after Neville had an encounter with Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic and it was revealed that Voldemort had returned that you and Neville had actually acted on your feelings. Now here you are actually together.

You had visited him and his grandmother before during other school breaks but only every as a friend. This time would be different. Your mind sometimes wondered about taking your relationship to the next level but you only ever mention that once before and Neville seemed nervous the entire time so you dropped the subject. You assumed it was because he was a virgin and unfortunately to your dismay it was a well known fact that you had lost your virginity to your ex who had bragged about it when you were a couple (but that is a story for a later time).

"Oh yeah." He seemed anxious and grabbed a toast to shove in his mouth to try and drown the worry in his voice, but it didn't help. "Gran said you are welcome anytime."

"Perfect." 

More students started filling the hall as you finished your breakfast. Dean and Seamus had also entered the hall and made their way towards the two of you. 

"Hey guys." Neville greeted them.

"What are you two love birds talking about?" Dean said while leaning over your shoulder.

"Just making plans." You said nonchalantly as you turned your head towards him.

"Plans for Holiday I assume?" Seamus piped in with a raised eyebrow. From behind your back, Neville gave him a look almost as if he was pleading with him not to make any inappropriate jokes. 

"Yes, actually" you answered.

Seamus pushed on, "Care to elaborate?" 

"I'm sorry, but I actually have to pack, which I would advise you three to do the same." You turned back to Neville. "I'll meet you at the Entrance Hall so we can head towards the Express together, yeah?"

"Sounds like a plan." And with that Neville watched you headed towards your dorm to pack.

He was thankful you left before Deam or Seamus could mention anything about what had happened last night. The three of them all walked over to the Gryffindor table to eat.

"So you and y/n are you and going to be sharing the same room?" Seamus asked.

Neville choked on his juice he was drinking and coughed a few times before finally recovering.

"Relax mate, it's natural to be nervous your first time." Dean added.

"I already told you too, me and y/n are not doing anything during break. She's just visiting me and gran for a day." Neville had a slight red hue over his cheeks.

"Alright, alright " Dean said amusingly.

"But just so you know spring break is when couples usually…" Seamus didn't get to finish.

"I get it, Seamus! Do you have to be so loud?" Neville cut him off. "I think I'm going to go pack now, see you guys later."

"Just remember to pack the rubbers Seamus gave you." Dean laughed under his breath.

Of course how could Neville forget the rubbers.

------ The night before in the boys dormitories ------

"Yeah, it's going to be great. Y/N is joining me and gran for a day at the lake house. It will be nice to not be the only person my age there. Plus I can show Y/N all the cool plants around the lake." Neville was beaming talking about his plans for Holiday with you and his grandmother. His smile was radiant and by the expression on his face you could totally tell he was smitten by you.

"Wait let me get this straight. Y/N is going to be staying at your grandmother's lake house with you." Dean was trying to make sense of the situation.

"Technically it's my gran's friend's lake house."

"That doesn't matter." Seamus said bluntly. "The fact is you and Y/N are going to be at a lake house together during spring break."

"What are you going on about?" Neville was completely dumbfounded about what was wrong with the situation.

"Seamus, will you just tell him." 

"I got a better idea." Seamus walked over to his dresser and opened a drawer. He searched inside for a small box. Once he found it, he grabbed it, and threw it towards Neville. When it landed on his bed, Neville grabbed the box and read what it was. He saw the figure on the box was a warrior and the name 'Trojan' written at the very top. His eyes widened and he immediately fumbled the box before he dropped it. He could feel his cheeks warm up as Dean and Seamus laughed at his reaction.

"Wh.. Where did you get those?" Neville distanced himself from the condoms.

"It doesn't matter." Seamus said, still laughing.

"Are you serious? I can't take those with me." Neville was embarrassed for having never even thought that something like that would happen while on Holiday with you. "Wait, this trip isn't even about that. Me and Y/N haven't even done anything yet. I haven't even done anything yet!" Seamus insinuation had clearly caused Neville to freak out and rethink his entire plan of having you visit him during break.

"Chill out mate." Dean was trying not to laugh but it wasn't really helping.

"Mate we know it’s your first time, we just thought you could use some pointers." Seamus suggested.

"I really don't think that's necessary. We're not going to…" this time Neville was cut off by Seamus.

"Listen, when you put the condom on make sure you pinch the top so there is a bit of room there and then roll it down. If you don't it just might break and we don't want that happening do we."

"Also don't forget to use a new one every time. Apparently they are not reusable." Dean chimed in. 

Neville was in shock and the color of his face matched the color of his house's signature color. 

"Please stop." He was pulling at his hair in agony.

"We're just trying to help a friend out." Seamus said smugly.

"This isn't helping. This is making it worse." Neville shoved his head in his pillow from embarrassment. 

The other boys continue to laugh. Neville, extremely embarrassed by his friend's insinuation, tried to come up with a reason to leave his dorm and got up and grabbed the closet textbook near him.

"Uhh... I forgot I need to catch up on my studies" and with that he rushed to the Gryffindor common room. 

At this time at night the common room was empty. Only the fireplace lit the room with a warm glow. He sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace and ran his fingers through his hair to ease his nerves.

"How could I be so stupid?" He asked himself aloud. 

The signs had been there all along. He just hadn't put all the pieces together until now. You had originally asked him if you could spend the night at the lake house but he didn't understand why at the time because you lived close by. Then there was the conversation the two of you had a couple of weeks ago. You had asked Neville how he had felt about moving your relationship on a more intimate level and he had completely freaked out by the sudden suggestion. He had certainly thought about you in that way occasionally (even before the two of you were officially together) but he never imagined it to ever come to fruition. Then when the two of you had finally gotten together, he felt inadequate in that particular area because he had never been with anyone romantically. He was relieved when you dropped the subject but knew it would be a topic to come back again. 

He also noticed how touchy you had become lately in private. You two were definitely not a pda couple but preferred to show your love to one another in private. Neville thought back to the time last week when it was just the two of you sitting by the lake while he read you a chapter in his herbology book. The two of you had sat right under a tree and you had sat next to him leaning your head on his shoulder and placed your hand on his thigh. 

As he read to you, your hand slowly made its way higher and higher towards the area between his legs. At first he was completely oblivious to your actions until he had set his book aside from in front of him and noticed how close your hand was to his crotch. It had made him freeze and he felt his face heat up. You had looked up at him and leaned in to give him a kiss which eventually turned into a heated make out session. Neville couldn't recall how you ended up on top of him or how your hands had slipped under his shirt but they did. He untimely stopped the moment when his crotch was becoming increasingly annoying as you rested your weight on him. He sensed that you had felt a little disappointed despite your reassuring words. 

Neville rubbed the back of his head in frustration as he recalled the memory. He didn't want to stop but his insecurities got the best of him. He remembered how self conscious he felt when you started to rub up and down on his chest and stomach. Neville knew he did not have the most muscular built nor was he very slim. He often wondered what you even saw in him. 

He hated when he started to overthink. He quickly shut out those thoughts and ended up thinking about you and your smile. How he loved your smile and how bright you beamed every time you looked at him like he was the greatest person in the world. 

"That has to count for something right?" He whispered to himself. 

'Wait what if she does want to have sex this week?' He pondered on the possibility. 

His mind wondered about the idea of losing his virginity to you and smiled to himself as another thought entered his mind. 

You were riding him like your life depended on it. It was really a sight for sore eyes and he found himself more open to the idea. Then his eyes went wide with the sudden realization that he doesn't really know anything about the female anatomy. He didn't really know where his penis was supposed to enter or where the clit was. At this point he had wished there was some sort of sex education at Hogwarts.

His nerves seemed to oscillate from high to low with his constant thinking.

"This is going to be a long break." He said to himself rubbing his temples.

That night he kept twisting and turning in bed and couldn't get much sleep. He ended up sleeping for only 4 hours and was woken up by the sunshine entering the windows. He reluctantly got out of bed and got ready for the day. 

Heading out of Gryffindor tower he left towards the great hall for breakfast. 

a/n: Hoped you like it. 😊

[bakusquad-assemble]

Headcanons about the Bakubois seducing/flirting lines or techniques?

Bakusquad flirting headcannons:

I wanted to do this for the bakubois while they’re still in UA and sweet little awkward dating babies so these are very sfw. If you guys wanted a part 2 I can crank the spice up to 11 and make a nsfw one!

Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou  is completely inept at communicating his feelings properly.

Which is why he’s pretty terrible at flirting with you at first.

Any time he tries to flirt, it always comes out wrong or in the form of insults, which only makes him more aggravated with the entire situation.

It takes a while for you to notice the subtle ways his eyes linger for just a bit too long.

Or the way his cheeks flush ever so slightly when he tells you to:

“Shut the fuck up, dumbass!” 

Or the way his body tenses up uncomfortably when you get just a bit too close to him.

He is definitely more of a silent and physical flirter. 

He’ll go out of his way to stand near you, even though his body language is closed off and cold, it’s pretty evident he just enjoys being in your presence,

The only way he’s completely comfortable showing you some sort of praise is through sparring and your hero training. And even though that’s sometimes undermined with a snide comment as well, having Bakugou compliment your form or notice your improvement makes your heart soar.

Favorite pet name: dumbass, idiot, my girl/boy/person

Kirishima Eijiro

This boy right here is an absolute hopeless romantic!

Though he definitely struggles a bit at first with his confidence.

But you bet your sweet ass Kiri is is always going to give you endless praise and validation.

You did something different to your hair? He’s going to notice and go out of his way to tell you just how amazing you look!

“Wow Y/N! That really suits you!” He’d say with a blush evident on his features.

Maybe you’re feeling a bit off one day and Kiri immediately notices, trying to come up with someway to make you feel better because;

 “you’re just so beautiful when you smile!” so he plans this big elaborate day for you full of flowers and your favourite snacks and all the words of affirmation you can handle!

This boy is just too good and sweet for his own good. 

Also can we just talk about how he’d absolutely serenade you?? Like full on boombox at your dorm door, not even caring about being embarrassed because he wants the whole school to know how important you are to him.

Favourite pet name: Baby, Doll, Sweetheart. He’s a classics man.

Kaminari Denki

Kaminari’s got the spirit, just…not a lot of game

He’s a HUGE flirt with everyone, but he definitely goes out of his way to make his crush on you known. The only problem is he pretty much solely relies on lame pick up lines and they’re literally so bad.

But he never gives up,

He loves showering you with compliments and praises because damn you are so pretty and he’s never going to stop telling you that!

He normally makes pretty inappropriate jokes with his friends, but when it comes to you, he always wants to make sure to never overstep your boundaries or make you uncomfortable. So when he picks his pick up lines, he tends to rely more on the comedy based ones and less on the raunchy or inappropriate ones.

 Because they have the best reaction from you, and even if they don’t land he’s able to play them off as just a little joke and hide his embarrassment.

“Hey Y/N! Are you a Camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile!”

“You must be exhausted Y/N! You’ve been running through my mind all day!”

You honestly find his cheesy pick up lines kind of endearing, and cant help but laugh and send subtle roasts about them his way.

Which only encourages him to look up more pick up lines to share with you every. Single. Day. but you don’t mind a bit.

Because they make you laugh, and you have the sweetest laugh he’s ever heard in his life

Favourite pet name: Babe, Baby, Cutie, or any other cute nickname he can think of! I feel like he’d be the absolute master at coming up with fun and interesting nicknames.

Sero Hanta

Okay okay hear me out, this boy can FLIRT

He has a very effortless confidence that most people are drawn to, yourself included

He’s pretty fearless when it comes to saying what’s on his mind, and flirting is no exception.

Like…he’s absolutely not afraid to call you attractive/hot in front of everyone. 

“Damn Y/N! You’re lookin’ hot today!”

Or leave lingering touches on your shoulders or arms in such a reassuring and comforting way that just sort of makes you melt.

Is a little bit more inappropriate than the other boys, but definitely never wants to make you uncomfortable.

Also can we talk about him probably being able to dance though? He 100% will offer to teach you how to salsa (because we stan this Latin king lets be real) Because any excuse to have his hands on you or spend some quality one on one time with you, he’s absolutely not going to pass up. 

He’ll let his hands rest on your waist as he tries to guide your movements, his own hips moving with ease in such an enticing way that you’re both just flustered at the end of your session. But you’ll always keep coming back, because there’s just something about Sero. 

Favourite pet names: Hottie, hotstuff. also quick side note! I’m so sorry for my EXTENDED leave of absence! I took a step back from anime while I was in school but like ayye hi I’m back and ready to write headcannons and short requests! If you have any ideas or prompts send them my way! i still have a few in my inbox that i am working on but like letsss gooo. Let me know if you guys want a part two to this one too!

[casuallyimagining]

You and Me

Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi has something he needs to ask you before the Grammys. Genre: slight angst, kind of fluffy at the end? Word Count: 1,865 Rating: T (there’s some swearing) Notes: Part of the Long Term Couples series. Read more here.

As he was leaving to go out to lunch with Namjoon and Jin, Yoongi told you that he had news he wanted to tell you when he got home. Which, of course, is possibly the worst thing to leave a person with.

What could he want to talk to you about?

You had a feeling you knew. Physical therapy had been progressing well for Yoongi, and while he still had a lot of healing to do, he was to the point where he could do almost all normal, daily tasks without help. He still had to wear his sling when he went out, and he was still in quite a bit of pain, but it was to the point where he would probably start back to work soon. And, of course, he would probably be moving back to the dorms again, and you would return to your lives pre-November.

Which meant you would go from seeing him literally all the time to only seeing him a few times a week--a return to taking him meals in your spare time, to sitting in the studio watching him work, to short dates to go grab coffee or a milkshake on his rare breaks. Thankfully, you had written the code for the Genius Lab down in your notes app, because after almost two and a half months of not using it, you weren’t confident that you remembered it.

Honestly, you weren’t sure if you could go back to sustaining yourself on text messages, and video calls, and brief, 15-minute meetings. Adjusting to him being there constantly--underfoot when you least expected him to be, but always there to lend an ear or a hand or just generally be there for you--had taken some time. Your routines had melded together so quickly, that having him wandering around your apartment at two in the afternoon was no more uncommon than you not being able to find a series to watch on Netflix. You knew it was coming eventually, but you weren’t sure you could stand the separation.

You would, though, for his sake. You would walk through fire for him.

And it would only be for a short time, right? He had promised you on Christmas. As soon as he was able, he was going to start moving out of the dorms and into his own apartment. He wanted you to join him, wanted you to move in with him. But you weren’t sure when that would be. He had never given you a timetable for when he expected to start moving. Which was fine, you supposed. He could take his time.

But the whole thing made you anxious, even though you knew it shouldn’t. What if he got too busy once he got back to normal life and forgot? What if he decided he wanted to stay at the dorms indefinitely? Worse, what if he changed his mind and he decided he did want to move, just not with you?

Your mind raced as you sat in your office at your piano, trying to lose yourself in the music. You wanted to believe that you had nothing to worry about, that even though things would change, you would continue to be a priority in Yoongi’s life, that you wouldn’t be taking a huge step backwards in your relationship. Somehow, you managed to distract yourself enough that you barely noticed you were playing “Spring Day” until you were almost done with the song.

You continued to play through some of the other songs you had memorized. Most of them, you noticed, were BTS--a strange side-effect of who you spent your time with and your students, the most prominent of which was, of course, Jimin.

As you played the final chord of “Black Swan,” the sound of gentle clapping made you jump, causing you to hit your knee on the bottom of your piano.

“Fuck,” you hissed, rubbing where the corner of the wood caught your leg. Now that you weren’t so surprised, you could see Yoongi standing in the doorway of your shared office, a look of concern barely masking his earlier amusement.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought you heard me come in,” he said softly. “I put some leftovers in the fridge, and Namjoon made us stop for hotteok on the way back, so that’s in there, too. Are you okay?” He crouched down beside you, his hand falling to your knee.

“Unsurprisingly, that is not the first time I’ve done that,” you said with a laugh. “I’m honestly kind of shocked there’s not some sort of dent in the wood.”

Yoongi offered you an amused smile. “Well I’m glad there’s no damage. To you or the piano.” He leaned in to kiss you as he stood, the action quick and easy--like he had done it a thousand times before--but contained no less love. “You’ve been holding out on me.” You could hear the mirth in his voice as he moved one of his paintings to pull the office chair closer to the piano.

You waved off his comment, shutting the lid on the keys of the piano. “I don’t take credit for the things Park Jimin forces me to memorize.”

“Maybe you should start.” He shrugged, and the two of you fell silent. After a moment, he wiped his hands on his thighs and looked at you, though dropped his gaze to his lap the second you made eye contact. “So, I was talking with Si-Hyuk-hyung, and he had some… news he wanted me to pass on.” You raised an eyebrow in curiosity. Was this what he was talking about before he left?

“News?” you question, trying to play it off like you hadn’t spent the past few hours in a downward spiral of anxiety. “About…?”

“He and I were talking about us.” Yoongi gestured to himself and then to you. “He asked me if we wanted to go public any time soon.”

Your eyes went wide. “I… what? Why?”

“He apparently talked to Jin, Namjoon, and Jungkook about it, too.” He shrugged. “Si-Hyuk-hyung didn’t say why, but we think it’s because of the Grammys.” When you continued to look confused, he elaborated. “I mean, that’s kind of the thing, right? If you win an award, you turn and hug the person you love and then you go to receive it?”

“Oh, so you’re expecting to win?” you teased, trying to pretend like your cheeks weren’t a little flushed.

“Well, I think…” he stammered. “I think we should be prepared. Just in case.”

“So what did you tell PD-nim?”

“I told him I would talk to you about it.” You hummed. “He said he’d leave it up to us, but he’d like at least three days’ notice so they can prepare a statement.”

You stayed silent, unsure of what to say. Of course you had thought about it, about what going public would do to your relationship. You had considered the potential hate from the fans you would receive, and the fact that your private life, no matter how hard you tried, would never be fully private after. You knew about the strain it could put on your relationship with Yoongi, about how the saesangs and the paparazzi drove a wedge between many idols--particularly male idols--and their significant others.

But at the same time, you wanted to be able to go out with Yoongi without having to constantly look over your shoulder, without having to worry about someone from Dispatch seeing, or a well-meaning fan posting on social media. You wanted to be able to go with Yoongi to events, to publicly support him at concerts.

You sighed and reached for his hand. “What do you think?”

“It’s what you want, jagi. My life won’t really change much,” he said, squeezing your hand.

“Yoongi, please.” You didn’t like how exasperated your voice sounded, but you could feel your anxiety starting to spike again. “I need to know what you’re thinking.”

“Honestly?” You nodded. “I don’t know. It actually kind of terrifies me.” He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “I’ve seen idols’ careers die when dating scandals come out. But at the same time, I want us to have a normal life.” You snorted. “You know what I mean.”

“It’s very sudden,” you said softly, gripping his hand with both of yours. “The Grammys are in a few weeks. We’d have to do something in the next few days.”

“I’ll tell him we’d like to wait, then.”

You hummed, tracing his hand with your index finger. “We’d be able to do it how we want?”

“That’s what Si-Hyuk-hyung said. I imagine there’s a limit, but I don’t think he’d lie about that.”

“How much of an advanced warning did he say he wanted?”

“Three days.”

Would it really be that bad? You weren’t a stranger to hate comments and wildly unfounded criticism, although not quite to the scale it might get to. Yoongi rarely looked at social media, unless he was posting a selca to Twitter. And what? You might have to private your Instagram? Delete your Twitter? Honestly, it might do you some good to get away from social media. You trusted Yoongi to not drop you the second things got tough, and there were six other members of BTS there to help lessen any damage his career might take. As long as the two of you could weather it together, you were confident that you could come out on the other side relatively unscathed.

“Fuck it.”

“What?” Yoongi’s eyes were wide.

“Fuck it. Let’s do it.” You squeezed his hand, a small smile starting to form.

Yoongi’s eyes locked on yours. He was smiling, but you could see him hesitate. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Ask PD-nim if we can do something right before they send out their release. I think it’ll go over better coming from you.”

“You’re already planning this?” It wasn’t a question. He laughed, a sweet, gummy smile spreading across his face. “Okay. Yeah. Let’s do this. I’ll text Si-Hyuk-hyung and let him know.”

You watched him slide his phone out of his pocket and unlock it. “Hey Yoon?” He hummed, continuing to type for a moment before looking up at you. “We’re gonna be okay no matter what, right? Still us?”

Yoongi pulled you to him as he stood up, his arms immediately wrapping around your back to hold you close. “Don’t be silly. Of course we will be.” You felt him sigh as he tucked his chin onto your shoulder. “I can’t promise that things won’t change, but we’ll be okay.”

You hugged him, your arms around his shoulders, careful not to press too tightly on his bad one. This certainly hadn’t been where you were expecting the conversation to go when he walked out the door that morning, but you hoped he was right. Telling the fans was an important step to take--and an inevitable one, if you wanted your relationship to last. “You and me?” You pulled away slightly to look him in the eyes.

He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours. “‘Till the end.”

Read more of the series here

[palmett-hoes]

per your post "every single one of the monsters is autistic and/or adhd" will you elaborate on that?, if you do i will love you forever (not that i wont if you dont do it)

oh boy i would love to!!! unironically nothing brings me more joy than writing long, convoluted character analysis posts

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okay so i’ve written several posts before about why andrew is autistic. his moral code, the roundabout way he communicates, his body language, his stimulation-seeking behavior, his strict adherence to transactional deals, the emphasis on honesty, and a dozen other details. at this point i just take andrew being autistic as fact, not just an interpretation

h o w e v e r  i also hc that andrew is dyslexic, which is also a neurodiverse condition

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similarly, i’ve seen more than one person interpret kevin as autistic, and i absolutely agree that it fits. not just the hyperfocus on exy but mostly the way he communicates. he’s very indirect, especially in his affection but very direct with his opinions. he tries to be helpful in a material way to the people he cares about, even if he comes off as negative. he wants the people he cares about to be safe and successful so he pushes them to work hard and reminds them in measurable ways how to stay healthy. he doesn’t factor in a lot of room for emotions, so instead he focuses on quantifiable things that he can improve. i personally act very similarly. approaching someone emotionally is hard for me, so when the people i care about have problems all i can think to do is try offering solutions, check up on their well-being, etc. practicality instead of conventional sentiment is extremely common with asd

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so now let’s talk about neil. i had to think on this one for a WHILE but ultimately came to the conclusion that neil is adhd, probably hyperactive type. 

like obviously neil is high energy. i would say he probably does the most exercise of anyone on the team. morning run, morning practice, afternoon practice, night practice with kevin and andrew, plus he doesn’t have a car so he runs to class (on a BIG ass campus), and goes for an extra run when he feels stressed. that’s... insane, honestly.

neil reminds me SO MUCH of this post that goes:

“Was just informed by my mom that I do in fact have ADHD and the reason I thought I didn’t was because ever since I was seven whenever I got super energetic my mom would have me go chop wood so now when I’m feeling The ADHD I go chop wood”

(phenomenal post) and that’s neil to a t. tell me this isn’t exactly how neil handles his problems and also exactly what mary would have had to do to keep her unmedicated and very energetic son focused on the task of staying alive

neil also definitely has that ADHD on/off switch with his interest. the obvious being exy which is like the definition of a hyperfixation, but you can see it in other things: the way he runs totally hot or totally cold with people, his complete disinterest in his schoolwork, the way he can’t seem to sit still long enough to follow movies. but then there’s also the hyperfocus. doing the same drill for hours on end. watching exy game after exy game. staring at andrew until time falls away

what’s more, neil on many occasions shows racing thoughts, both in an anxiety way (and anxiety often goes hand-and-hand with adhd) but also as a way to quickly and accurately take in details about people to build a character profile of them. this is what allows him to connect with the foxes, how he manages to get through andrew’s puzzles, and even how he knows what to say in order to knock riko down a peg. his brain just works so fast and it takes in a lot of very specific details and disparate information to make connections.

but also like,, neil has a HUGE problem with time blindness. like the instant he didn’t have his mother around to manage and direct him anymore he lost all sense of time. he stayed in Millport for a YEAR. and what did he keep telling himself during that time? basically “i really need to move on, but not just yet.” for a YEAR! then he gets to palmetto and he’s like “i’ll cut and run in a month or two” then he doesn’t “i’ll be gone by halloween” wrong again “i’ll leave by the raven’s game” nope. like,, the boy just has NO sense of time and he can’t seem to make himself DO anything outside of an externally enforced schedule. and even then,,, HE HAD 48 FUCKING DAYS TO FIGURE OUT SOMETHING TO DO TO NOT GET MURDERED! 48 WHOLE DAYS. he didn’t make a plan, he didn’t write down any letters with goodbyes, he didn’t GO TO THE FBI LIKE HE’D INTENDED TO THE WHOLE TIME! nah he just made out with andrew and when he finally got to zero he was just like “ah shit, that was fast. oh well guess i’ll die” and that’s time blindness, babey!

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let’s move on to nicky. 

now i think it would be really easy to say nicky is just adhd because he’s high energy and forgetful but tbh,, i don’t think that’s all of it. like if you really look at nicky’s character and especially at his problems, he has asd problems just as much as he has adhd problems.

so nicky is dual diagnosis asd and adhd. also nicky reminds me a lot of a girl i used to know who was autistic/adhd

so, adhd:

very generally speaking, ppl with adhd will struggle with sitting still, listening to and following instructions, planning/organization, following a schedule, and some social boundaries like “appropriate” times and topics of conversation

i would say you see hints of this with nicky. he’s definitely a rambunctious personality, constantly on the move, constantly stimulation seeking. he’s very tactile. he likes to dance, he likes to party, he complains about it but he’s an elite-level athlete. he’s also decidedly very chatty, and doesn’t seem to really pay attention to what he’s saying. he distracts himself and the people around him have to keep him on track. he has some trouble with boundaries. he’s a little all over the place. he’s almost a bit of an adhd stereotype

also one thing i find interesting is that when neil sees him in the library doing work neil is surprised to see he’s capable of that, especially bc when we see the upperclassmen doing work they generally do it in their dorms or on the bus and/or with other people around. that hyper-social nicky would be alone in a quiet place is weird. but this is like the most common tip for dealing with adhd. don’t do it in a familiar space. have a designated space and time to do work. limit distractions. just a lil detail

so now, asd:

in all honesty, most of nicky’s actual problems in the narrative could be viewed as stemming from asd symptoms. his number one issue being that he has a lot of trouble with nonverbal cues (and tbh, verbal ones too). the twins are mostly quiet. andrew especially (when he’s sober) communicates primarily nonverbally, and nicky seems to have a lot of trouble with this. despite knowing them for the longest on the team, nicky honestly seems to have the least insight into the way either of the twins actually thinks or processes things. he loves them, and he’s very forgiving of them, but he fundamentally doesn’t understand them. 

the twins, andrew especially, put up a LOT of nonverbal boundaries, and nicky sort of inadvertently keeps trampling all over them. he’s touchy in a way they don’t like. he talks a lot about their personal lives to other people. he treats them like they’re joking when they’re serious. etc. and like,,, you kind of get the sense that the upperclassmen feel similarly about him. beyond the homophobia, beyond the fact that he’s loyal to andrew, the upperclassmen still treat him with this sense of,, bafflement, i suppose? it’s clear that they don’t really understand him and he doesn’t really understand them. although, nicky IS curious about the upperclassmen, while the upperclassmen are pretty dismissive of him. it reminds me of when my sweet, floppy dog tries to play with my cat. their body language is different; they’re each receiving different signals than they believe they’re sending out

only,, nicky loves people!! he likes being around them, he likes talking to them. he’s interested in their lives and stories, but it’s very clear that he can’t read between the lines on people. he has an incredibly hard time with people who expect their actions to speak for them, which is most people, but is especially his cousins.

actually this is very much also an issue that i have: things need to be spelled out for me. the way i deal with it is i ask a lot of questions. ‘how do you want me to react to this potential situation?’ ‘what are specific things that make you most comfortable?’ ‘please explain to me exactly how you feel and what has prompted those feelings?’ and i’m always communicating vice versa like that with other people. a lot of specifics in both questions and answers

and the interesting thing is, when i was skimming through the books reviewing dialogue styles for another ask, i noticed that, actually, nicky DOES do this. with neil and the upperclassmen, nicky asks a LOT of quick, clarifying questions. things that ask after tone, that ask after intent. it’s kinda sad that he does this for communicating with acquaintances, but with the twins, the people he’s closest to, he makes a lot more assumptions. and i’m really proud of nicky for having this coping skill, because i can’t imagine it’s something he grew up doing. there’s no way he was raised in an environment that fostered this kind of open communication so it must have been something he learned about much later, probably in germany with the kloses, which would also explain why he’s a lil imperfect about it

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now last but not least, aaron

this is another one i had to think through for a long time before it felt like it fit

much like how i felt that it would be easy to read nicky as simply adhd rather than also asd, i think it would be easy to say aaron is autistic simply because he is quieter, less rambunctious. however, i actually think he’s adhd, likely primarily inattentive type

in all honesty, aaron’s #1 character trait for the first two books is basically that he’s disconnected. detached. separated both from his family and his team. not in the same forcefully apathetic way that andrew is, more,, spaced out. he’s just kind,, there. not really paying attention to what’s going on, tuning in every once in a while only if something really catches his eye/ear then tuning right back out again. just sits in his corner and plays on his phone. and the thing is, from the moments when he does tune in, you can tell that he actually does care. he backs nicky when seth insults him in tfc, and we know he cares deeply about andrew even if he’s become disillusioned with their fraught relationship. he even hangs with his family, doesn’t seem to really try and slip away to other friends besides katelyn, he’s fine spending his leisure time with the monsters. so it’s not totally apathy, he’s just,,, tuned out most of the time

and, yea, that sounds like adhd. it’s not the type that most people are familiar with, and for a lot of people this causes it to slip under the radar. it can make it hard to get help or a dx because it doesn’t fit with how adhd “should” look or how someone “should” act, but difficulty focusing your thoughts and staying in tune with the current moment is absolutely part of adhd

addiction is also a huge problem for people with adhd. a lot of stimulants affect people with adhd very differently than neurotypicals, especially in small doses, and an adhd kid who’s struggled their whole lives with the disorder might try speed or god-forbid meth or fuck even coffee and suddenly find that things are a lot easier for them. they start to self-medicate, they don’t actually know what they’re doing, and then they’re addicted, and everything spirals out of control. we don’t know too many details about aaron’s addiction other than that his mother enabled him, but wouldn’t this fit? it’s also an explanation for aaron still taking drugs at eden’s, given that cracker dust seems to be a mild amphetamine. (aaron talk to betsy about the neurocog and get an actual prescription please)

(total throw away but aaron plays videogames and videogames are like,, adhd culture)

[codename-adler]

foxes + onesies (9/9)

based off of that one post i saw and don’t remember, where people once caught Allison wandering around Fox Tower in a giraffe onesie, and i absolutely melted for her. here is the Foxes’ journey to getting a onesie each!

Kevin

every Fox has bad days

some bad days begin with a specific feeling

when Andrew feels ghost hands as he wakes up, when he feels his body too tight for his bones, or hid bones too big for his body

when Neil feels every sound like a knife to his skin, when the scars on his face feel like phantom pains, when he feels a grown man moves too fast, too close to him

when Allison feels jeans cling too much to her thighs, when her shirt brushes too much on her abdomen, when she feels the food she ate resting in her stomach

some bad days begin with a specific date

when it’s the anniversary of Tilda’s death, and Aaron cannot be in the same room as Andrew, no matter how far they’ve come

when it’s the anniversary the Boyds’ divorce, and Matt can’t leave Dan’s side for one second, no matter how strong their relationship is

when it’s the anniversary of Mary’s death, of Evermore, of Nathaniel’s last birthday, of Baltimore, and Neil can’t take a single look at himself in the mirror, no matter how many times Andrew worships his face with his mouth and his fingers

or, when it’s the anniversary of Kayleigh Day’s death, and nobody remembers, not even Wymack, and Kevin is all alone with this grief that is other, unlike any other he carries everyday, unlike anything he can compare to, and he doesn’t know how to feel anymore

Kevin vividly remembers that day, and he sees it luring around the corner as August approaches

but this time, there is no more Riko to worry about, no more mafia to be scared of, no more Ravens to antagonize him, no more Master to punish him for even attempting to grieve every year

and no more alcohol to make him forget

Kevin quit drinking the day they won championship, they day Riko was killed died

it’s been a year and a half, now, and Kevin still wants to drink the minute things get hard mentally

(it’s also been a year and a half since the Foxes started getting onesies, but it doesn’t feel like it’s been that long, and only Allison remembers that summer where it all started)

so when Kevin enters his bad days, his bad weeks, the Foxes are used to his mood swinging back and forth between Queen of Assholery and Feral Fox

but Kevin isn’t

he isn’t used to feeling all of this, to always think, and think, and think, until everything inside his head is as loud as the outside, until it’s all too much

yet he’s still expected to go on

still supposed to function, to perform, to be a decent human being when he’s not even sure he even feels human anymore

and so when Kevin snaps, the Foxes are supposed to be used to it

they’re not

nobody is

it’s summer practice

the 9 Foxes came in early, before the two new recruits arrive

Kevin is in the middle of yelling at Neil, who is very much yelling back at him

there’s that moment very full of testosterone where each of them throw away their gloves and helmets and sticks

they’re an inch from each other’s face and then Kevin suddenly… stops

he completely stops

his face goes blank, his feet move him back, his arms go slack

he looks at Neil, and he looks, and looks, and looks…

as if he could find an answer to a question he doesn’t know he’s asking

Neil, who has never learned to watch his mouth after all the trouble it got him into, keeps tearing into Kevin

Kevin keeps backing up and Neil keeps pushing further

but apart from his backwards movement, Kevin doesn’t react

pure apathy doesn’t suit him nearly as well as it did Andrew

the other Foxes are so silent, that between two of Neil’s breaths, they can all hear him whisper

“Stop.”

but Neil doesn’t hear him, or doesn’t want to

it gets so out of control, even Wymack has to step in, on the court, when he sees Kevin so unresponsive

it gets so bad, eventually Neil, too, stops his yelling and just looks at Kevin

and he looks, and looks, and looks…

as if he could understand the question Kevin is asking an answer for with his pleading, green eyes

“Stop… Just- stop. I can’t- anymore… “

Kevin shakes his head and looks at the floor as hatred and hurt grip his guts

he takes another step back

suddenly he jerks his head back up and looks at Neil

“I hate you. God, I hate all of you.”

he looks at all his Foxes

then leaves

Kevin Day leaves the court

behind his back, he doesn’t see Matt holding back a furious yet teary-eyed Dan

he doesn’t see Renee leaving her goal to join Andrew’s side, her big racquet blocking his way

he doesn’t see Nicky putting his hand on Neil’s shoulder, squeezing in empathy

he doesn’t see Allison throwing away her racquet against the plexiglass wall with all that she’s got, fuming and hiding her tears

he doesn’t see Wymack matching over to Neil, a whole speech ready to give Neil his piece of mind

and he certainly doesn’t see Aaron collapsing to the ground, his hands holding his head and gripping his hair, his breaths shallow, his jaw clenched shut, his eyes dry yet red-rimmed

but from behind Kevin’s back, none of them see him either

they can’t see him losing his breath as he starts running away

they can’t see him clenching and unclenching his left hand

and they certainly can’t see him crying

the week that follows is undeniably tense between all the Foxes

that week also coincides with a lot of events

there’s the new Foxes’ arrival

there’s the start of classes

there’s the mandatory psych session with Betsy before Exy season starts

and there’s August 27th

Mom’s accident

Kevin remembers the day vividly, he truly does

he remembers because the week of the accident, he was supposed to start school for the first time, on September 1st

he had picked his outfit for the first day, he had new red Exy-themed shoes, he had even planned the lunch he wanted to have that day in his lunchbox (spaghetti squash casserole. yeah, weird kid.)

on August 27th, Mom didn’t come home

on August 27th, he went to the Moriyama property

on August 27th, he settled into a weirdly well-accommodated room that fit both him and Riko

on September 1st, he woke up with Riko and they prepared for their first day

on September 1st, Kevin wore his planned outfit, put on his red shoes

on September 1st, Kevin did not have spaghetti squash casserole

she left him nothing but an aversion for squash, red shoes, and Exy

which brings us as to why, on August 27th, as all the team is mandated to talk an hour with Betsy Dobson, Kevin Day volunteers to go first (with Aaron volunteering to go second and be the designated driver for the pair)

none of the Foxes have really talked to Kevin since the previous week’s outburst

Kevin has no other outlet for this painful day

it’s either talk to Betsy, or ruin 496 days of sobriety with one vodka bottle

the only words exchanged between Kevin and Aaron, on the drive to Reddin Medical Center, are, surprisingly, from Kevin

“Somebody should get you a new goddamn car.”

he doesn’t elaborate further than that, but Aaron looks at him strangely

his car really is garbage, though

once arrived at their destination, Kevin doesn’t wait for Aaron and bursts in Betsy’s office without warning

it takes at least half an hour of Betsy talking before Kevin gives up his silence

everything was already there, he just had to open his mouth and let his words fall

Kevin: I’ve been sober for 496 days. I’ve been thinking about my Mom’s anniversary for the past few weeks. That’s today, now. And last Friday, I told Neil, then the whole team, that I hated them. Care to unpack that for me?

Betsy: I can help you sort some things out, of course, Kevin. But this is your baggage. I’m afraid I can’t do this without your help. Why don’t you tell me more about this hatred you feel towards your teammates?

Kevin: I dont. Hate them. I don’t… I hate what they do to me. How they treat me. Their double standards. How they forget, how they dismiss. Mind you, I’m well aware of my asshole status. I know I am. But them… they’re… they’re mean. Vicious. They cut and stab and don’t care about what’s underneath. They don’t care that I helped them get the title of Champions. They don’t care that I was there every step of the way, that I was right there beside them when we played the Ravens, when we won. They don’t care that Riko died, that he once broke my hand, that I was legally kidnapped, that I went through hell and still lived to walk on my own two feet. They don’t care that I, too, once had a mom. They don’t care that my Mom died. They don’t care. To them, I’m still just a cunt. It’s unbearable. They don’t give a shit and I’m so, so tired, Betsy. I’m not asking for much. I just want… I want- I want them to let me breathe. I want them to realize that, I’m just like them. I’m a Fox. I’m a Fox as much as they are. I wake up everyday, and feel all this weight on my shoulders, in my stomach, on my heart, but I carry on anyways, and I don’t know why, but I do, just like them. Is that so hard to grasp? Is that so hard to accept? What am I doing wrong, Betsy?

Betsy: Oh, Kevin…

the rest of the session passes in a blur

Kevin talks about how every time he takes a photograph, he thinks of Kayleigh, of how brightly she smiles in all the photos Wymack has of her, of how he wishes he could take pictures of her with his own camera

Kevin talks about how every strong woman in the Irish folklore he reads about wears Kayleigh’s face

Kevin talks about how he thought Thea had been a bit like her, and how, in the end, she hadn’t been at all, she was her own woman, a woman he didn’t know and didn’t love, and how he thought he had lost a bit of Kayleigh again when they separated

Kevin talks

he talks

and Betsy listens

when his time is up, Kevin’s voice is hoarse with exhaustion and sadness

he lets Aaron in as he decides to take a run back to Fox Tower

his mind tries to guilt him into going back to the court, but between facing the Foxes after that and isolating himself in his dorm, Kevin knows what’s best for him

he is only disturbed in the late evening, when Wymack enters the dorm

even Neil, Andrew and Nicky hadn’t come back yet

Kevin knows something is wrong

Wymack isn’t supposed to be here

Wymack: Day… Listen, son.

Kevin sits up on his bed

Wymack: Argh, I’ll cut the bullshit. It’s Abby. There’s been an accident. Her car’s fucking scrap metal now. She was brought to the hospital 45 minutes ago, I just got the call. She’s going into surgery. We’ll all visit her in the morning.

Not again

Not Abby

What the fuck is this life?

Wymack: Number Seven wants to see you now. Don’t ask me why, I don’t wanna know. I’ll let her in, don’t make me regret this. Sleep good, son. I’ll see you tomorrow.

he opens the door, takes one last look at Kevin’s tense form, and leaves as Allison comes in

she’s wearing her giraffe onesie tied at the waist, with an oversized WALKER 09 t-shirt

she stands in front of Kevin until he looks up at her

Allison: Scoot over. We’re watching The Crown.

and Kevin, dumbfounded, lets her and moves

he finds himself quite intrigued by the storyline, enough to only worry about Abby with his fingers, fiddling with one of the giraffe’s horns

after the third or fourth episode, Allison starts to talk, eyeing Kevin’s fingers playing with her onesie

Allison: Wanna know the latest gossip? Even Andrew has a onesie, now. God, I can’t believe this is a sentence that exists. Andrew Minyard owns a fucking onesie. Do you know what that makes you?

Kevin stays silent, eyes fixed somewhere not quite on Ally’s laptop screen

Allison: That makes you the only Fox without one.

Kevin: Oh, so now I’m a Fox? Didn’t seem that way earlier. Or, like, ever.

the dealer chooses her next words very carefully

Allison: Just because we hadn’t seen it yet, just because we were too busy stuffing our heads up our asses, doesn’t mean you weren’t a Fox… I know, I know. Hard to feel like one when the others give you shit non-stop. Been there, done that. And now I’ve done it to you, too, and I’m… Sorry. We’re dysfunctional, there’s no changing that. But- We can do better. We’ll try, promise. I think you’ve made quite an impression on Betsy today, ‘cause we all received a good talk from her during our sessions. I mean, don’t expect Andrew running in to apologize, but, you know… Something about Betsy turning severe makes you re-evaluate your life choices. We’ll do better, Day.

Kevin looks at her, then

really looks at her

and nods

yet just as he turns his attention back to the screen, Allison leaves the Netflix page and googles “onesie adult”

Kevin: Oh, no. Absolutely not. Nope.

Allison: Oh, yes, yes, yessss!

but then, of course, there’s a knock at the door, and Allison gets up, opens the door, lets the person in, whispers something, and leaves

just like that

and oh

It’s Aaron

Aaron: So… Allison tells me you’re finally getting yourself one of those stupid pajamas too?

Kevin: I am not. What are you doing here anyway? The others will be back soon, I assume.

Aaron: Well, it’s my shift…

Kevin: Your what now?

Aaron: No, it’s not like that! We just… We thought you’d want some space because of… today… But then Abby… We didn’t want you to be alone.

Kevin: Really. Who’s “we”?

Aaron: The proud Palmetto State Foxes’ Exy team. All of them. You know, Dan, Matt, Renee, Allison, Andrew and Neil, Nicky… Me.

once again, Kevin can’t help but stare, deeply surprised

Aaron: Andrew and the others will be back for the whole night, but for now, it’s my turn. I wanted to take the first “watch”, but Allison said she had business to do with you. And I’m not getting in the way of that woman.

Kevin honest-to-God snorts

Kevin: If by “business” she meant bullying me into buying this onesie shit, then you should have gotten in her way. I’m not doing that. It’s fucking dumb.

Aaron: Hey!

Kevin: Aaron Minyard, don’t tell me you’ve participated in this madness…

Aaron: So what if I have? It wasn’t exactly on purpose, but I got one. And you don’t. So really, who’s dumb here?

Kevin: What is it??

Aaron: Not telling you.

Kevin: C’mon…

Aaron: Nope. You can’t bribe me. I’m not telling you shit. However, what I can telling you, is that it feels kinda wrong that we all have a pajama and you don’t…

Kevin: Oh my God, fine! What did the others get?

Aaron: Well, besides Ally’s giraffe, we got a tiger, a dinosaur, a teddy bear, you’ve seen Nicky’s unicorn nonsense, and I’m not quite sure about Andrew’s… Oh, and Neil’s is a fox, obviously. That predictable dumbass.

Kevin: Okay, well, I want a fox too.

Aaron: No, Kevin, you can’t.

Kevin: What? Why not!?

Aaron: Because. Neil’s already got a fox. Do you want to be a copycat AND a predictable dumbass?

and so until 1 AM, Kevin and Aaron bicker about each of Kevin’s suggestions (a Palmetto Foxes onesie, a USC Trojans onesie, an Irish-themed onesie, a white fox onesie, a gray fox onesie, and so on…)

when Andrew, Neil and Nicky come back into the dorm, Kevin’s almost laid all the way down on his bed, his head resting on Aaron’s elbow, as Aaron is sitting right next to him, laptop propped on a pillow and his fingers scrolling away

Aaron looks at Andrew, sighs, and looks at Kevin

they nod to each other, before Aaron gets up to go back to his dorm

Kevin sits up correctly when Aaaron is gone and Andrew approaches

Kevin pretends not to notice and googles one more idea, “brown fox onesie”

as he scrolls down and down and down, Andrew looks over his shoulder

and points at one picture

Andrew: That one. Now go to bed. We’re getting up at ass-o’clock tomorrow.

for the third time this evening, Kevin is shocked

he does look at Andrew’s pick attentively, though, and decides to go with it

that night, even if images of Abby covered in blood plague him for at least an hour, Kevin falls asleep to the memory of Aaron’s skin against his cheek, which somehow translates into dreams of Kayleigh resting both her hands on his cheeks as they sit in a field of wildflowers

a couple of weeks later, Kevin doesn’t tell the team his onesie has arrived

but he is forced to admit it when, for Halloween, they organize a huge party for themselves only, where they decided to wear their pajamas as costumes for the night

Kevin feels so stupid in his outfit

he even had to buy a LARGE because he’s so fucking tall

but it still feels… comfy… warm… not so bad…

maybe this can work for him…

it’s only when he steps into the girls’ living room that a problem arises

Aaron: What the fuck is this.

Kevin: Hum… A brown fox? Technically, Neil’s is orange, so you can’t shit on me!

Aaron: That- That’s not a fox, Kevin! What the fuck.

Kevin: Okay, well what are you then?? A mutant mouse?

Aaron: What are you- Oh my God, you don’t know what Pokemons are.

with that, Aaron turns around and yells for his twin

Aaron: ANDREW JOSEPH FUCKING MINYARD. YOU DID THIS ON PURPOSE, DIDN’T YOU? YOU BASTARD.

he storms off yelling

Kevin only reunites with Aaron at the end of the night, on the girls’ balcony, both sober

Kevin: You know, for someone who pushed me so much to do this stupid thing, you’re not being very nice about it. I know you wanted me to be “original” or whatever, but it’s not like I look like Neil! Why are you so upset?

Aaron: Kevin. It’s not a fox.

Kevin: Oh for God sake’s Aaron, you-

Aaron: It’s a Pokemon, Kevin. They’re like little monsters, kind of, and it’s a videogame, but there’s anime, manga, and collectible cards and… I used to- I used to collect those. Before. I lost them, now, but see this? This is one of them. It’s the main Pokemon, actually. His name’s Pikachu.

Kevin: Okay… Who am I, then?

Aaron: You… You’re Eevee.

Kevin: And what’s “Eevee”…?

Aaron: Pikachu’s girlfriend.

and oh.

Oh.

Kevin: Andrew didn’t tell me… The little fucker. I thought- Sorry. I didn’t mean to be another pawn in one of Andrew’s little games. Why did he do that to you?

Aaron: I think you know why.

Kevin looked at Aaron

Aaron looked at Kevin

Kevin: Fuck.

Aaron: Yeah, that.

Kevin: What?

Aaron: Nothing!

Kevin: Aaron.

Aaron: Kevin.

Kevin slowly invaded Aaron’s space until his back touched the railing, and placed one hand on each side of the backliner

Aaron looked up at Kevin

Kevin looked down at Aaron

Kevin: Okay?

Aaron: Okay.

and Kevin grabbed Aaaron by the hoodie of his pajama, and pulled him close, closer, closer, closer, until their lips met, at last

it was a long-awaited kiss, a careful kiss, a kiss of home and yes and oh and warmth and safe

Kevin reluctantly pulled away and rested his forehead on top of Aaron’s, knowing they have very little time before the other Foxes found them snogging on the balcony like a goddamn cliché

Kevin: Aaron.

Aaron: Kevin.

Kevin: I’m gonna ask you something stupid, and you can’t punch me for it, okay?

Aaron: Fine, okay.

Kevin: Do you want to be the Pikachu… to my Eevee?

Aaron: YOU FUCKING MORON!

and with that, Kevin burst out laughing, as if the Foxes’ attention wasn’t already on them the second Aaron started yelling

Allison and Matt knowingly started whooping with their beers raised for a toast

Dan was facepalming hard, shaking her head, but smiling nonetheless

Renee smiled her genuine, angelic smile while clapping Nicky on the back as he choked on his drink

Neil, arms crossed, watched the scene unfold with contentment

and Andrew. Andrew had no reaction at all. at all.

he was looking at his nails, no knife in sight, no fucks given

which, in Andrew’s language, meant everything

and so that October 31st was one for the books, the books about the good days, the good feelings, the good memories

because the Foxes had those, too

Kevin Day had good days

Aaron Minyard had good days

Allison Reynolds and Renee Walker had good days

Dan Wilds and Matt Boyd had good days

Nicky Hemmick had good days

Neil Josten had good days

even Andrew Minyard had good days

God knows they deserve them

these onesies, as silly, as stupid, as corny, as childish as they may be, were a proof of that

a proof that the Palmetto State Foxes could be better, could do better, and could get better

[wonglix]

➺ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

⤷ y/n x jeno (+ best friend!renjun)

⤷ you and jeno have been endlessly flirting with each other for months now, neither of you taking the next step of officially asking the other out - and it’s driving everyone around you insane. imagine renjun’s frustration when he gets stuck in a broken elevator with you two lovebirds for hours on end.

⤷ fluff

⤷ 2.0k words

⤷ warning: cursing

"y/n, you're here to visit me, your best friend, not that little loverboy of yours," renjun groaned after you asked him if jeno was around somewhere as well. a small chuckle blew past your lips, and you lightly smack renjun's arm, the boy looking at you with an unamused expression. "he's not my lover boy, injun." he looks at you with raised brows, "but you wish he were, and that's the point you thirsty little shit." you gasp, both of you bursting out in laughter. renjun wasn't wrong, quite the opposite actually: it's clear to most people at first glance that you and jeno are very much interested in each other. no one knows why you two don't just finally start dating; the constant shy glances and flirty conversations getting on everyone's nerves.

"are you two ever going to get together or am i damned to listen to your stupid flirting for eternity?" renjun mumbles out between bites of watermelon, the teasing smirk on his lips aggravating you only the slightest bit. you let out a hum while thinking about it, the question making you think for a bit. shrugging you look at renjun, "honestly? i don't know. i guess we both enjoy the chase. what if it gets weird between us once we start dating you know?" renjun nods and seems to seriously think about what you said, a small sigh leaving him, "you've known renjun for as long as i have, i'm pretty sure you two would fit together quite well," he chomps down on another piece of melon, giving you some time to think about his words. "also, i'm pretty sure the two of you wouldn't turn down other people if it really was about the chase."

you furrow your brows in confusion and renjun takes it as his cue to elaborate, "there were a few people that asked jeno out, and he turned down all of them. well, and you turned down those two guys from your history class too, didn't you? i'm pretty sure if the two of you only enjoyed a good chase, you wouldn't turn down people to mingle with. you two genuinely like each other, i'm sure of that. and as much as the two of you flirting annoys me, i just want you to be happy," renjun finishes, leaning over to steal a few pieces of melon from you. it's like renjun opened your eyes for you, the realisation that you're genuinely, completely, absolutely infatuated with lee jeno making your ears burn up.

renjun chuckles at the redness of your ears and the look of realisation on your face, "now you only need your loverboy to realise the same thing." you blink at him, and suddenly you feel helpless; it has been so easy to enjoy your back and forth with jeno, the flirty remarks and teasing touches always were easy to reciprocate, but now? now that you were aware of the weight of your feelings for him you felt like you've wasted so much time just idling about, so much time you maybe could've already spent in his arms.

renjun had stolen the rest of your fruits at this point, but you couldn't find it in you to care - your fingers were itching with excitement at the prospect of seeing jeno, the thought of spending any more time apart from him making your head spin. luckily for you, you agreed to a movie night with the rest of the dreamies. while you were on your way to the elevator to head to the dorms, you were trying to come up with a smooth way to open up about your feelings to jeno. renjun was rambling on about something you didn't really pay attention to, thoughts of jeno clouding your mind.

it's like fate decided to play cupid for the day because right there in the elevator was standing jeno, the surprised smile on his face quickly turning into a flirtatious one once he spotted you. "well hello there, precious. going up or down?" renjun let's out a whine, pushing past you to get into the elevator. "listen, i don't care what you two do once we're at the dorms, but please, please spare me until then. i don't think i'll survive that disgusting flirtatious bullshit." jeno snorts at that, throwing his arm around renjun's shoulder while you're getting in the elevator, pressing the button to get all of you to the ground floor.

"would you rather i flirt with you, jun?" jeno's voice was disgustingly sweet, and renjun shoved him away from himself, both you and jeno bursting out in small giggles. renjun grumbles annoyed and presses the button, the doors of the elevator closing smoothly. the elevator barely started moving when it stopped abruptly, the lights flickering above you. the three of you stayed silent for a second; waiting for the elevator to start moving again. it didn't.

"uhm..." jeno started, not really knowing what to say. turning to renjun you let out a shaky breath, "what do we do now?" renjun shrugged before experimentally pressing the emergency button, a loud sound ringing through the small lift. it took a few seconds until a voice spoke up, inquiring about the emergency. "yeah, uhm, we're stuck in the elevator." the lady on the other end hummed, faint typing being heard in the background. "alright, there's good news, and there's bad news. the good news is, don't worry, you're safe. don't panic and just sit it out until emergency services arrive," her voice was calm and comforting, though what she said next did anything but comfort you, "the bad news is that it's probably going to take a few hours until you're going to get out of there." it was silent for a second, jeno suddenly piping up, "a few hours? isn't there a janitor or something that can let us out?" the lady sighed, "no, i'm sorry. it's a bit more complicated than that. there's nothing we can do, so i suggest you get comfortable in the meantime. i'll make sure to contact the company that there are three people stuck in the elevator."

here you were, sitting on the elevator floor next to renjun, jeno sitting across from you. you had been talking about whatever came to mind for the past hour, the three of you slowly running out of topics to discuss. "i can't believe we're stuck," you whined for the approximately sixth time, head buried in your hands. "well, at least i'm here. it'd probably be even better without jun, like some prolonged game of seven minutes in heaven." jeno snorted at his own remark, renjun only grumbling out a small "more like hell."

after endless rounds of rock-paper-scissors and somewhat passionate discussions about whether water is indeed wet or not (which it isn't), the three of you reached a point of silence. it wasn't uncomfortable, but you wouldn't call it comfortable either - you were kind of just sitting there, and you were slowly starting to drift off. your head fell onto renjun's shoulder, renjun shifting a bit to make it a bit more comfortable to you, the boy already had gotten used to it over all this time as your best friend.

judging by the deep frow on jeno's face, he didn't seem to know that things like that were quite common for you and renjun. you were long gone at that point, sleep tugging on your conscience and dragging you into a deep slumber while renjun had to hold back from snickering at jeno's unhappy expression.

jeno was nearly burning holes through renjun at this point, "are you really jealous even though you two aren't even dating?" renjun had a teasing grin etched onto his face, jeno not being able to answer in more than a few stammers for a second. "w-what?" renjun snorted at the reaction, rolling his eyes at his friend.

"cmon, id be dead if looks could kill jeno. it's clear you two like each other so please just get it over with, i can't deal with two lovesick idiots at once." jeno was about to protest renjun's teasing until the words registered in his mind. "wait, two lovesick idiots?"

renjun can't help but let out an annoyed groan, "oh please! you can't tell me you're that dense, the two of you are so in love with each other its actually disgusting," you let out a whine when renjun gestures with his arms wildly, the movement momentarily ripping you out of your slumber.

jeno's silent for a bit, his gaze focused on you and your sleeping face; if there's anyone that should know how you're feeling, it should be renjun, right? jeno gulps, his gaze drifting back to renjun, "and...and how should i go about it? just, i don't know, ask them out or-" "YES!" renjun couldn't take it anymore; no one was leaving this elevator until the two of you finally sorted your feelings for each other out.

you're startled awake by renjun's outburst, tired eyes looking around in confusion. your eyes meet jeno's, and he feels his heartbeat ring in his ears, cheeks heating up and without much thought, without any plan on how exactly to go about it, jeno suddenly blurts out: "i like you, y/n."

confusion and sleep were still clouding your mind, so your first reaction was to stutter a bit, a frown on your face. "y-you- you what?" renjun sat next to you awkwardly, his eyes drifting back and forth between you and his friend. jeno cleared his throat, his nerves making his throat dry up, "i-i like you, and-...uhm, and i'm pretty sure you like me too."

you blink at him, a soft blush spreading on your cheeks; the sudden confession catching you off guard. you're stunned into silence, your brain still not working on its full capacity. "come on, answer him. don't make him wait, that's just cruel," renjun chimes suddenly in like some sort of referee, making you blush even more.

"uhm, y-yeah. i do, i like you too, jeno." you spluttered out, renjun mumbling a small "finally" you decided to ignore. jeno suddenly breaks out in the brightest smile you've ever seen and leans forward, his arms wrapping around you as he pulls you over to his side. "now you can sleep on me, where you belong."

"guys please, i got you together so please stop with the disgusting flirt talk or whatever this is supposed to be. please, until we're out of here, i beg you," renjun whined at the two of you, jeno grinning triumphantly as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer.

"jun, come on. did you expect us to stop once we're dating?" "we're dating?" your teasing made the cocky look on jeno's face drop, big eyes looking back at you in confusion. "uhm, yeah? i thought you know since we both-"

jeno was just too cute for his own good at that moment, so you lean forward and interrupt his defensive rambling with a soft kiss to his lips. it shuts him up and makes renjun let out a disgusted groan, small giggles escaping you. "i was joking, jeno."

the boy lets out a sigh of relief at that, elbowing you lightly, "don't play with my feelings like that!" giggling you nuzzle further into his side, "never, jeno."

it took another two hours until you were finally rescued, renjun letting out a giant sigh of relief after finally being able to leave the two of you alone. it's understandable; the poor boy had to listen to you and jeno's new-couple-talk for the last hours, the sweet compliments and cute giggles making him want to throw up. instead of joining the others for the planned movie night, you and jeno decided - to renjun's delight - to retreat into his room to spend some time together and finally take each other up on the flirtatious comments you've thrown at each other for the past months.