#yayyyy now stay inside

[spheixrie]

HOW THEY WOULD MAKE YOUR KIDS GO TO BED (pt. 1?)

So like you're always the one to take the kids to bed right? Since your husband always comes home late since he's busy with hero work. So now you go out with the girls for a girls night, you leave your husband and your kid/s at home and tell your husband to get the kids to sleep by 8:30 (since sleep is important HAHXHAHAHAHAH) anyways you leave your child in the hands of your husband, not knowing what kind of shit they been through while you were gone..

Ft: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero

IZUKU MIDORIYA

He tries to get the kid to bed and fails miserably. He couldnt handle that little pouty face and those big puppy eyes.

"Mommy said to go to bed by 8:30 didn't she? Well look at the time honey it's 8:30" Izuku says as he tries to calm your kid down.

"NO! I DONT WANNA! I DONT WANNA!" Your kid shouts back as a reply and sticks out their tongue at your husband. "I just wanna stay up and watch All Might!"

Izuku sighs and tries again "Come on baby.. Mommy's gonna be mad at me if you dont sleep right now, we can watch tomorrow yeah?"

Cue the puppy dog eyes. "Please?" Kid bats their eyelashes at your man and he completely loses it.

You come home at around 11:47 and you find your husband and your kid on the couch dressed up in All Might onesies as an All Might video played on the screen.

"Couldn't get them to sleep?" You chuckle as you take off your coat.

"I am so sorry honey" Izuku sighs with a defeated tone "They gave me a hard time"

You just laugh softly and walk over to them, planting a kiss on your husband's cheek "Now you know what I go through while you're at work" you sit down beside them as your child offers you a bowl of popcorn. "Want some, Mommy?" they say as they beam at you. You laugh and ruffle their hair "Dont think that you arent in trouble for staying late, honey"

"But mommm, this is the only time i get to spend time with dad, just us two" They plead as they give a pouty face. You sigh and smile, "I guess you're right" you look at Izuku as he gives you a big thumbs up. You shrug "I guess I can let this slide" You smile. "YAYYYY!!" your child exclaims as you pull you child and husband for a hug. "Thanks honey" Izuku whispers at you, giving you a kiss on the lips.

"Daddd" you kid averts their eyes. "EWWWW!!" he shouts as you and Izuku laughs.

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

Man is having a hard time getting this kid to bed. Since this dude has a sleep schedule of a grandpa, bro's shouting at his kid to get tf to sleep or else he's gonna blow their face up. Ofcourse the kid counters his attacks with the same stubborn attitude until you come home and find them in the kid's bedroom.

"GO TO SLEEP YOU BRAT!" Katsuki shouts. "HELL NO OLD MAN! I AINT GONNA LISTEN TO YOU AND YOUR STUPID SLEEP SCHEDULE!" Your kid fights back.

"MOM LETS ME STAY LATER THAN THIS TIME!"

"WELL I AINT YOUR MOM SO SUCK IT AND GET YOUR ASS TO SLEEP!"

"NO! YOU SUCK IT AND SWALLOW! IM NOT LISTENING TO YOU!"

"YOU DARE TALK BACK TO ME?"

"YEAH THAT'S HOW A CONVERSATION WORKS!"

"WHY YOU LITTLE PIECE OF-"

And they go on and on for hours until the neighbors call you about the noise and you have no choice to go home. You mutter angrily as you drive home. You throw your shoes on the shoe rack and drop your coat off on the couch, marching angrily towards the kid's room. When you opened the door you were not expecting to see them on the bed asleep, your kid on Katsuki's chest as he held an arm around them. On the floor was a pile of board games and book. You sigh and smile softly at the sight, walking towards the edge of the bed Katsuki stirs in his sleep, he blinks his eyes and his gaze fixes upon you.

"Oh, hey baby" He sits up, careful not to wake up your kid. "You're home early"

"I sure am" You chuckle as you kneel down and pick up the boxes of games and books off the floor. "The neighbors told them they heard a commotion, inside our home" You look up at him with tired eyes.

Katsuki sits up and sets your kid on the bed "Sorry 'bout that, baby.. Kid wasn't listening to a word I said.." He says scratching his neck. "I shoulda tried a more different approach than yelling eh?"

"It's fine, babe" You stand up and kiss your husband's cheek. You set the games and books on the nightstand and lean into his ear "But you owe me for ruining my night out"

Katsuki takes your hand and looks you in the eye "I think I sure do" He smirks.

SHOTO TODOROKI

He does try to get the kid to sleep, but the kid is too stubborn. He doesn't want to be like his dad towards his kid, so he does the only logical thing that comes into his mind. He just lets them do what ever.

"You need to sleep now, your mom told me that you need to sleep by this time" Shoto says to his kid who he has already tucked comfortably in bed.

His kid just pouts "But daddd, I wanna stay up late. Mommy rarely makes me stay up late! Plus, it's just us" your child kicks off their blanket and scooches closer to your husband. "I wanna spend time with you daddy! You're always busy at work, I wanna spend time with you" You kid smiles happily and Shoto just crumbles.

"Alright... but don't tell your mom"

"YES!"

You come home to them in the living room playong tea house with a cartoon playing on the tv. Stuffed toys (all having bows and other assorted accessories) were seated all around them. Shoto was dressed up in one of your dresses with his hair done. He was holding up a tea cup while your child was pouring non existent tea into it. You smile at the sight

"What happened to "asleep by 8:30?" " You chuckle as you walked towards them.

Shoto just shrugged before drinking his non existent tea and holds his tea cup for his child to refill it, "I couldn't say no to that face, plus it's non everyday I get to spend time with them like this, I wanna give them the childhood they deserve. I dont want them growing up like me" He says as he looks at you apologetically. "Sorry"

You laugh softly as you sit beside him, giving him a kiss on the cheek "Dont apologize honey, Im glad you're doing this for our baby. You can stay up for as long as you like, just dont blame me if you're both cranky in the morning"

"YAYYYYY!" you child exclaims as they jump up and down happily

Shoto chuckles and gives you a soft kiss "Thank you, honey"

EIJIROU KIRISHIMA

He tries to be the bad cop at first, getting your kid to bed and all, but then your kid starts to throw a tantrum saying they dont want to sleep yet. Your husband keeps on insisting that they have to listen and sleep, but then you kid pulls put the fucking puppy eyes on your husband and he completely loses.

"Come on, pebble! Didn't mommy say that bed time is 8:30? Look at the time! It's time to sleep!" Eijirou says enthusiastically, trying to get your toddler to sleep.

Instead they stick out their tongue and throw a tantrum. "No! I dont wanna! I dont wanna!"

"Hey dont shout at me! I already gave you ice cream after dinner even though im not supposed to! You better listen or I am not holding back" Eijirou says trying to make your kid go to sleep.

"No!" your kid pouts. "I do not want to sleep yet!" They look at Eijirou with puppy eyes. "Please, please, pleaseeee, daddy?" cue the eyelash batting

Eijirou fucking Kirishima on the other hand, loses it, COMPLETELY.

You unlock the front door and hear noise coming from the kid's bedroom. You walk towards it and open the door. Your kid and husband was sound asleep pn the bed... or so they thought they had you fooled. Scattered on the floor were action figures and dolls, and on Eijirou's head was a little bow headband. They pretended to snore noisily and you saw your kid peeking to see if you left, then went back to snoring.

You sniffle a laughter as you walk towards them and drape a blanket on top of them.

"Oh wow I guess they did a good job of going to bed eh?" You say loudly and start walking to the door. "Well too bad, they wont get to have those nuggets and fries I brought" You say loudly.

"FRIES?!" Both of them jumps out of bed and looks at you expectantly. You raise a brow and puts your hands to your hips.

"You really think im that dumb to fall for your so called trick?" You ask with a disappointed look on your face.

Eijirou laughs and rubs the back of his neck "Sorry baby... It was hard saying no to that face"

You roll your eyes and laughs "Now you know what i go through"

Eijirou laughs too "Yeah.. Do we still get to eat those nuggets though?" He asks hopefully.

"Oh the nuggets? Yeah that was a trick" You smirk as dread washes over their faces "Yeah it was a trick, now go to sleep, both of you, or im not cooking nuggets for breakfast"

DENKI KAMINARI

My man Denki here is actually a pretty chill dad, and his kids would do anything he says... if he does something for them first. He actually does a pretty decent job in getting them to sleep, sure he had a couple pf teensy weensy condition but atleast he got them to sleep... at maybe 11:30.

"Hey theree, so like, I know it's not cool to sleep at this hour but like, Im kinda scared of your mommy so if you kids love your daddy, please go to sleep I'm begging you" He says as you toddler is already tucked in bed.

Your kid just shrugs and says "Okay"

Denki, bless his ass, is very very confused "Wait really?"

"Yes, dad" Your toddler nods

"Huh, that was.. pretty easy? Uh so, goodnight hon" He says and kisses your kid on the forehead.

Your toddler smirks and pulls up the big fucking puppy eyes "But before I sleep... can i have one eensy weensy favour?"

Denki you prick

You come home to see the lights in the living room out. Okay that's nice, that means Denki actually got the kid to sleep. You walked toward the room and peek through the door, you smile at the sight. There you see Denki and your baby wrapped in blankets as Denki reads your kid, who was already asleep, a bed time story.

You walk in when he finishes reading and closes the book.

"You did a pretty great job eh?" You say as you kiss your husband on the forehead. "Wasnt to hard eh?"

Denki nods tiredly "Yeah you could say that" He smiles softly.

"Thank you baby, im gonna freshen up" With that, you walk outside, leaving Denki to tuck your toddler in for the night. Little did you know that to get your kid to sleep involved 2 tubes of ice cream, 3 rounds of Mario Cart, 5 Mickey Mouse episodes and 1 fairytale story. Yeah Denki was definitely sleeping for a long time.

SERO HANTA

He's also a chill dad, but when his kid says they don't wanna sleep, it's always 20% 'no, go to bed' and 80% 'sure do whatever, go apeshit'. And oh boy do things get tricky.

"Look, chubbs. Mommy said bed time is 8:30. And it's already, 8:30. So come on you need to sleep" Sero says to your child who was watching a cartoon movie.

Instead they stick out their tongue "No! I wanna finish this movie!" they bat their eyelashes and give Sero the puppy eyes "Pleaseee, dad?"

Sero blinks "Uh sure go ahead" He says sitting beside you kid with a lazy grin on his face.

Your kid, confused, just blinks "Uh, wait, really?" they look at him expectantly

Sero just shrugs and takes a handful of popcorn from the bowl "Yeah sure, I aint scared of your mom, plus it's mot everyday we get to do this sooo, go crazy" he grins and takes another handful of popcorn and pops it in his mouth.

6 movies and 1 cry-a-thon later

You open the door and walk into the living room to see Sero watching a movie with your kid laying on his lap, a blanket draped over them.

Sero looks at you and closes the tv. "Hey mi amor, how was you night out?"

You look at your kid and your husband "Did you let them stay up late?"

Sero just shrugs "Yeah, sorry bout' that. But it's not everyday they get to do this with me y'know?" He smiles at you and you just scoff.

"You're lucky I love you" You say.

He sets his kid on the couch and stands up, he walks over to you and kisses you on the cheek "Love ya too babe"

• • •

"How many movies did you watch?"

".... Maybe 5 or 6?.."

• • •

"Okay, you're sleeping in the living room tonight, Sero"

"Aw man"

THAT'S ALL FOR TODAY BABES. IM THINKING OF MAKING A PART TWO WITH THE OTHER BNHA BOYS SO COMMENT IF YOU'D WANT TO SEE MORE. THANK U FOR READING!!



[readingismyhobby24]

for the prompts, maybe smth with Twi, Sky, and Wars? :)

thanks!!!

- hero-of-the-wolf

Yayyyy!!! Thank you for the prompt!!! This mini fic is also sort of based on an actual moment in my life, so it was really fun to write! Also, this isn't the best quality of writing, but it's mainly just for fun, and I didn't really want to spend too much time writing it. @hero-of-the-wolf

If anyone wants to send in some mini fic prompts, I'd absolutely appreciate that! I'm trying to get myself to be more comfortable and confident with posting my fics, so I'm starting off with mini fics! So if you come up with something, just send it in my ask box!!! 🩵

Characters: Sky, Warriors, Twilight, and Malon

Summary: While staying at the ranch, Malon asks Twi, Sky, and Wars if they could help her with something in the barn. The boys agree, but get a little distracted from their job when they find an adorable surprise.

Word Count: 519

No warnings, it's really just fluff

The boys had fully been enjoying their stay at the ranch. It was fun, relaxing, and overall, just a wonderful time for all of them. Even with all the hard work they'd been doing. If anything, that was a huge part of the fun.

Which is why as soon as Malon had asked for some help with working in the barn, Wars, Twilight, and Sky immediately agreed to help her. That, and the fact that they all couldn't pass up a moment where they could get more stories of Time. They could never get enough of those.

The three boys and Malon headed into the barn, where Malon gave them all the instructions, along with showing them where all the tools they would need, were. The boys quickly got to work (only after a couple of stories from Malon) on their jobs.

Only a few minutes into their work, they were interrupted by a tiny mew coming from one of the stalls. Wars and Twilight both immediately gasped and ran over to the stall. When they got to it, they found six tiny kittens all huddled together, sleeping on the ground. Without any hesitation from the two, they both carefully went inside the stall, and then made their way over to the kittens.

Once noticing them, the kittens all woke up, and then began meowing and ran up to them. Wars and Twilight each scooped up three kittens and hugged them close.

“Oh my gosh! Why did no one tell us there were kittens in here!” Twilight exclaimed. “I could have been spending time with them this whole week!”

“I know! Just look at them! They are so tiny and cute!” Wars cooed at his new tiny friends.

Twilight looked over at Sky, just to see that the other was hesitantly making his way over.

“You good?” The rancher asked. “There's plenty of kittens if you want to hold some.”

“Yeah, um, I was just wondering how soon it is until dark first, that's all.” Sky answered as he finally made his way into the stall with the others.

“Is there a reason?” Wars asked while handing over one of the now sleeping kittens to his friend.

Sky accepted the kitten, along with another from Twilight before answering, “uh, well, no particular reason. I was just wanting to know.”

“Okay,” Twilight shrugged.

The three then settled down on the ground with their little friends all sleeping on them. Wars sighed contentedly. “I can't describe how happy this makes me feel. Like, just look at them!”

“I know!” Twilight agreed. “They're so precious! I could stay with them all day and night!”

“Oh, I don't know about night, but for sure during the day!” Sky mostly agreed.

The boys happily sat there for hours, and at some point, fell asleep. When Malon came back to see what progress they had made, she couldn't help but quietly laugh at the sight she came across. Not wanting to spoil their moment, she quietly left the barn, and headed inside to tell her husband about the adorable scene she had just come across.

[crazysandwichlady2p04]

War in the stars

Part 3

Back with The lady in black and the crew

"Why Antarctica!" Benjamin was your oldest friend so he saw no problem in questioning your decisions where others wouldn't think twice if you said so. "Sorry should have dropped a ship the size of a small village on the beach of Hawaii for you" you waved him off as you took a walk around the side if the ship inspecting the black hole's from the enemy fire just a day ago that were slowly filling up with the falling snow now that it had time to cool down.

"Captain!" A man yelled to get your attention. "Ah! Mr president sir" your reply was a little awkward but your not used to new people especially when you're on a ship with the same people for months to years at a time. "A pleasure to meet you sir" you shake his hand. "I should say the same thing to the Captain of the largest ship in our space military" you laugh at a little. "A thank less job" you try to sound modest. "Yeah only because I refuse to thank her after the 2016 incident" Benjamin put in his own opinion but immediately regters it when you give him a look that say's he's on bathroom cleaning duties for a while but luckily the president looked over that statement. "Let me lead you inside Captain" *The president leads you and Benjamin into the facility close by that your pilot almost hit but you ignored that problem in favour for others. "We understand we have non human visitors on earth that aren't here peacefully?" The president say's a little upset. "unfortunately sir but I assure you we will get it dealt with as soon as possible as soon as we have permission to proceed" you reassure him the best you can. "I'll be honest with you I don't want you galavanting around with your team so I requested one of my best and most trustworthy teams to accompany you just to make sure thing's stay relatively legal" if you weren't looking to stay on his good side you would have rolled your eyes. "I understand sir but I assume a meeting will be set up for me to explain the situation to your team " he nodded. "they're on their way they will be here in about a days time" yayyyy you thought annoyed. "Perfect I will use that time to ready my men and start repairs on my ship with available parts and I'll contact my headquarters to supply and deliver the rest I need." This is going to be a long few days...

[mountttmase]

AMTC 2 chapter 4 timeeee🤭🩷

That was the overwhelming feeling rushing through your veins as you smoothed out your shirt in the mirror, turning round to catch sight of the name and number on the back that sent a flutter through your chest. SCREAMING

I LOVE HER BOND WITH SOPH🥺

‘I think it’s a bit early to start calling me his wife, we’re not even official yet’ JUST WAIT 2 YEARS

You knew Mason was concentrating so you didn’t mind him not looking your way but as they started to head in you watched his head whip up to you, a warm smile on his face as he sent you a wave that you returned but you stared at him in confusion as he made a twirly motion with his finger. You were unsure of what he wanted before you realised he was asking to see his name on the back of your shirt. You turned around slightly to let him see it and you watched his smile grow, blowing you a kiss before he was hurried inside and you took your seat again. OMG I LOVE THIS TOOOOO, THEY MAKE ME GIGGLEEEE

HER BEING OVERWHELMED AND WOODY NOTICING THAT 😭

‘Hey woody? Are you single?’ You asked, following him over to one of the comfy chairs and taking a seat next to him. AHAHAHHAHA HE ISSSS

‘Hey’ he smiled softly as soon as he saw you, his eyes lighting up as he held his out his arm out for you to tuck yourself under and he kissed your forehead gently as you settled into his side. All feelings of being insecure now out the window as you watched the loving smile spread over his face. OH MY LOVES

‘You coming back to mine?’ He whispered into your hair and you felt your body erupt in goosebumps as soon as he spoke, pulling back to look at his soft smile. IMMEDIATELY

‘You really are a funny one’ he laughed, removing himself from you so he could grab your hand. ‘Of course I want you to, I need a cuddle and some tlc’ he told you jokingly, pulling you by the hand to the exit where his car was. He was quiet the whole ride but you knew he was just thinking about the game so you kept quiet too, returning the small smile he gave you when you were almost back at his. CUTIEEE

‘Come here, I need a cuddle’ he whispered, holding his arms out for you to climb into. ‘Sorry if I’ve been a bit quiet, I just get a bit grumpy when games don’t go my way’ MY BIG LOVES

‘I need to ask you about something actually’ he said, pulling back so you could look at each other and your tummy gave a flutter when he tucked your hair behind your ear. ‘Don’t be mad at him but Woody told me what happened today. That he found you in the corridor?’ he told you softly and you couldn’t look at him anymore, hiding your face out of embarrassment as you knew he was going to make you speak about it. ‘What happened baby? Talk to me’ 🥺🥺🥺🥺

‘I’ll make it up to him’ you winked as he tickled your sides and the horrified look on Masons face made you realise what you’d said sounded like something completely different. ‘You bloody will not’ DEAD

‘I know’ he told you, kissing your forehead. ‘But you know I don’t give a shit about what you wear, right? And I could never be embarrassed of you, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world to me. If anything I prefer you dressed like this than some of the shit I see the others in’ MY MAN

‘No wait’ he told you, eyes scanning your face quickly before looking into your eyes. ‘Will you stay? Like here, tonight. With me?’ ELEPHANTS IN MY BELLY

‘That’s okay, you can borrow something of mine to sleep in and I’ve got loads of toiletries and stuff in the guest room you can use’ YAYYYY

MUM AND DAD ARE FINALLY SLEEPING TOGETHER

Including your little McDonald’s trip, you’d been on six dates with Mason however nothing had progressed passed a steamy kiss at the end of the night. It’s not like you both hadn’t had the chance to take things a bit further but Mason always had an early morning or somewhere to be. At first you didn’t think anything of it, he told you he wanted to take things slowly and you understood why but at this point you figured it might be something more. If anything you were surprised he’d even asked you to stay tonight. You knew you needed to talk to him about it and you told yourself if he didn’t try anything tonight then you would, not sure how long you could go without having him in some way when he was looking the way he was. ONE OF MY FAVOURITE MOMENTS OF THE SECOND SERIE IN COMING

‘Hey, what’s up?’ He asked gently, kissing your shoulder as he stroked your side but when you didn’t answer him he nestled his head into your neck. ‘It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me. I think I know what it is’ he sighed, sounding defeated. ‘It’s not that I don’t want you, trust me I really fucking do. I just…’ he trailed off, sounding a bit upset himself and you quickly turned to look into his glossy eyes. THE FACT THAT HE IMMEDIATELY UNDERSTOOD 😭

‘No dont’ he protested, raising up slightly so he could tower over you. ‘You really don’t need to apologise again. I don’t want you to feel like you need to be sorry all the time because I know you are and that you mean it. It’s me, you know? I thought if we took things slowly I’d be fine but I think I’m just overthinking things’ OH BABY BOY

‘Maybe we just need to take the plunge and try again?’ He whispered against your neck and you felt the excitement run through you at what he might be propositioning. I AGREE MOUNT 😌

‘I can’t believe I made think that you’re not attractive’ he said lowly as his eyes raked over you. ‘You’re fucking perfect to me, I adore every inch of you’ he told you, his lips attaching to your neck as your fingers dived into his hair. ‘I’ve missed your body so much’ BYEEEEE

THE FACT THAT HE TOOK CARE OF HER FIRST😭

AND HER WANTING TO TAKE CARE OF HIM CAUSE SHE DIDN'T HAVE THE CHANCE TO DO IT THE LAST TIMEEEE

‘Come up here’ he breathed, pulling you up and helping you straddle him as he wiped your bottom lip and under your eyes before placing a heavy kiss on your lips. ‘You good?’ I LOVE THEM

‘You’re trouble’ SHE IS YOUR TROUBLE 😌

THAT SMUT🫠

‘Let me go get cleaned up and I’ll be back’ you told him once your breathing had returned to normal, and with a quick kiss on your nose, he helped lift you up so you could run off to the bathroom. You took a quick look at yourself in the mirror once you were done but this time you couldn’t stop smiling, itching to get back and into Masons arms. He was laying facing you as you came out and you returned his heartwarming smile as you slipped back under the covers. THE FACT THAT SHE ASDURED HIM SHE WAS GOING TO COME BACK SOON

The urge to make him breakfast filled your mind so you sneakily got out of bed and put on his shirt before raiding his fridge and cupboards for something to make him but you didn’t get much of a chance to look before he was hurrying into the kitchen and wrapping you up in his arms. OH MY BABY BOY

‘You weren’t there when I woke up’ he said quietly and your heart sunk as he thought you’d gone again. You felt your eyes well up a little bit as he pulled back to look at you. ‘Sorry baby, please don’t get upset. It’s me being silly’ he reassured you as he pressed little kisses all over your face in attempts to cheer you up a slightly. ‘Why don’t I make you breakfast, yeah? Anything you want’ OOOOO, Y/N HUG HIM SUPER TIGHT PLEASE

‘And trust me I’ll be causing a lot of problems for you too’ he laughed kissing your forehead as you felt yourself smile slightly. ‘Now, what’s do you want me to make you for breakfast?’ HE WILL😌

AHHH THESE TWO, PETFECT COUPLE😌🥹🥹

THEY ARE ON THE SAME PAGE AND ARE READY TO HAVE SEX EVERYDAY FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIFES😌

DAD AND MUM🩷🌺

Hahahaha yes they are, communication is key ladies 😌

They make me so soft 🩷

[wooahaeproductions]

hoping you're having grandtastic day bee! i have big news 🙌 i have started writing your gift!! one question: what's your preferred length? i have an awful habit of just letting my characters lead the length of the fic, so it'll do be wonders knowing if you'd like a short 1k fic, a medium 4k fic or <6k.

ALSO hdjs i read some of your stuff and oohh your seventeen stuff is just delicious! your eyes tell is just so good! the part where he comes to her home and stays the night, my heart was like shaking!! she's getting the feels!!!! and then the HE WAS PAYINg attention to her, and i was like ooohhh!! something something is happening 😌😌 and ofcourse they would shut up about their feelings omg :<

and ngl the locking them inside to talk it out made me giggle, shua doing everything to get contact with her is sweet but damn, how'd she stick out for that long?

it was such a sweet read, soulmate!au where soulmates are not the focus because one of them systematically doesn’t have a soulmate and then RAINBOW eyes??? y'all are not soulmates?? the system is rigged? but the way this went about is something i haven't seen, and the eye colour match is one i have never seen before either. it's a fun concept!

OH OH AND the end of innocence HURHUR HURT it made me sigh in chest ache. it's so short but it packed a punch. i shed a single tear for them. not in that way too smh was so ugh. "why are you falling for your roommate? don't hurt yourself, love," kind of moment for me.

that's it for me, i will cry now.

-🎁🍉

Hi there,

Yayyyy I’ve started writing for my matches as well! I’m super excited to see what you come up with. So I’d say my preferred length is a medium fic because honestly anything longer than like 6k, it’s really hard for me to set aside time to read it lol. But at the same time, if it runs away on you and it ends up being longer-so be it! Haha

And asfajwfahdj you read things! I’m so glad you loved Your Eyes Tell. I absolutely love hearing all the feedback!

I’m so happy you liked the angsty ones too because as funny as it sounds, those are my favorite ones to write. I’m evil and like to make people cry bahaha

Did you have a good weekend?

[mugentakeda]

ideas from right off the dome YAYYYY:

-i think since iroh was the favorite he got to pick a wife at 25. so he went and picked the hot commoner bartender he met a few months ago at a pub that reciprocated his flirtations instead of a powerful noble woman like azulon had WANTED and azulon bitched about it soooo much but eventually allowed it because she was a firebender

-unfortunately the firebending wasnt enough to stop azulons complaining though cus hed always complain to iroh about her even in front of her face. like that the big dangly earrings she liked to wear made her look cheap, her hair and robes are always unkempt, shes too disobedient and that iroh ought to put her in her place, etc etc. which naturally is where the discord in the marriage began

-iroh obviously never laid a hand on her. he truly did like his wife and enjoyed her company when he wasnt out doing military stuff. he liked her for her harshness, too- he didnt want a pushover when he got to pick a wife. he simply gave her the basic rules for the palace and she followed them but if she didnt want anything to do with the typical duties of a princes consort, iroh really had no problem with that. fine print shit didnt matter to iroh. issue being: he didnt tell azulon that. and he didnt really do much to defend her from his fathers casually harsh words and just told her to brush it off because azulons just mean like any other old man.

-iroh left to slay the last dragon when she finally became pregnant, so he didnt get the news until he came back. she became annoyed at just about everything lately, including- especially- iroh, whod rather spend his time making species go extinct and obey his daddys every order than be there for his wife. he was overjoyed by the news among his return. she felt nothing for this spawn inside her.

-he was around significantly more during her pregnancy, so she supposes even azulon isnt so outright foul to send him out despite the heir on the way. she came up with names with iroh in their bed one night, and she felt a softness for him that she hadnt felt in a few years, so maybe shed be able to be content with this if the feeling keeps going. maybe shed finally feel some connection to this baby if she can be at least allowed to name them.

-azulon decides the name for the child.

-its a son and she feels nothing for it, even as she holds it against her bare chest. the fire sages damn near snatch it away to hand it to azulon to see if its a bender. iroh held him last and the longest. he had a very tender gleam in his eyes, far more real than the distant desire he has in his eyes when he looks at her. closer to the look he gets in his cups of tea with his favorite blends, honestly. he whispers the name azulon chose reverently as he gazes down at his spawn, and with all the ebbing agony throbbing through her body from labor and the sweat rolling down her back and neck, she hates him. she hates her husband so much she has no words. he has taken everything from her- her affection, her patience, her fire in return for cold apathy, the name she chose, the flesh of her flesh.

-she decides to sleep before he can bother offering the child back to her. she doesnt want anything to do with what doesnt belong to her.

-iroh and the healers have written off her impatience at his attempted displays of affection as touch repulsion after giving birth. let them think what they want to think, because she wont be staying here for much longer.

-perhaps she cant go back to her beloved bar, but at this point she doesnt care where she'll end up now- because she has faith that whatever fate has in store for her future is better than what agni had in store. annoying neglectful husbands and infant sons destined for death and cruel father in laws. years of lonesomeness in the palace with no company but meek servant girls, years of a marriage with a divine man that she had only found handsome and sharp minded enough to flirt with at her bar, years of putting up with indignities from her father in law just because their great nations god decrees that she has to.

-she slips from the caldera in the dead of night with nothing but her old jewelry and money she stole from iroh, head held high. and by the time the sun rose again, agni didnt strike her down for her treachery.

-years later, she hears of how iroh let mud slugs murder the flesh of her flesh down in the dirt at ba sing se. she sees its face on a portrait hanging in the street for the first time ever, as even the colonies furthest from the homeland have to participate in the mourning period for it. the only thing she can tell that it inherited from her from the elegant painting is its deep tan skin and narrow face. she moves on to continue with her errands and goes home to make herself dinner.

-news and rumors about lord azulons death and the disappearance of new firelord ozai's woman crawls its way to the colonies, and she has to laugh cruely at the irony. she hopes the poor wretch made a clean getaway, and sends a prayer of thanks her way for doing what she couldnt.

mind currently consumed by epic divorce guy iroh and his ex wife that wants to kill him so bad

[newsiegirlscout]

Lightfoot Quarantine Headcanons

(These are a few headcanons to pass the time with some more optimistic friends; stay safe and wash your hands!)

--So as suspected, Barley ropes the others into playing Quests of Yore first thing, as often as possible.

--Colt infamously waged a short-range attack on the gelatinous cube. It. Did not end well.

--Barley is an essential worker and he jokes about it being the first time he’s been considered essential once before Ian threatens to show up at his job and pull the whole “Barley special” bit.

--”What is this? A brother coming to pay calls at my place of work just to inform the other village folk how adeptly I handle my profession?”

--”Barley, be quiet and appreciate yourself or I’ll intentionally go the wrong way up aisles.”

--Laurel and Barley come back from work with masks at the same time, coincidentally in the same patterns. Ian walks down to Target immediately after he sees them just to get a mask that doesn’t have a dragon on it. 

--Barley quotes The Princess Bride at work in response to any reference to his mask and the customers love it.

--If Laurel and Colt don’t have to enforce the “No magic in the house” rule every other Tuesday--

--Many shenanigans ensue with using random things (moss, wildflowers, cool rocks) as assist elements to see what happens.

--Once Ian forgot he still had a splinter from practice and accidentally cursed Barley with a tickling cantrip. He never did hear the end of that one.

--Laurel jokingly "grounded" him for that one, to which Barley immediately declared since they were all on indefinite lockdown, the world was a lawless place and revenge-tickled Ian.

--Sometimes when Ian is really stressed out, Barley invites him to go for a “quest”. There, they drive past Ye Olde 7-11, grab some ice cream on the way up to Raven’s Point, pop the trunk, sit in the back, and just...watch the world go by for a little while.

(A la this amazing fanfiction which is *chef kiss*....I have read it....five times since lockdown? I’m okay.)

--Ian dislikes online classes, but Barley always counters with "Still better than shilling out $800 for textbook PDFs."

--It's also more entertaining than it should be to watch Barley rant about the scandal of charging full price for textbook PDFs.

--"I am a history major!! I should feel the ink and parchment beneath my fingers as strongly as the satyr playwrights of Greece did when they first penned the script! TAVISH OF ATHENS DID NOT WRITE 'OF SERPENTS AND STARS' TO CRASH WHEN TOO MANY PEOPLE ARE USING THE WI-FI."

--Blazey gets sooo many cuddles and has learned to squish under doors.

--Colt was unofficially kicked off the wi-fi during the most frequent overlapping Lightfoot class hours, so he plays with Blazey. As a result, Colt is now one of her most favorite people ever.

--The first time Ian got Blazey, Colt whistled for her, and she scrambled off Ian's lap and up to Colt, Ian pretended to be scandalized by her treachery.

--Blazey is also the best hot-water bottle for a cold night. Colt's friendship has absolutely nothing to do with the fact centaurs sleep in, essentially, nice stables.

--You think you need a haircut? Poor Colt’s tail got long enough to tangle with his back legs when he galloped five weeks in. While centaurs can wash and brush their tails easily, they are not quite flexible enough to cut them.

--The Manticore's Tavern is tragically understaffed for courtyard delivery; Barley pulls a shift now and again between his usual job and classes and the Manticore is unbelievably grateful.

--This boy can move orders like all-get-out, double the tip jar in three hours, and still spend most of his time on his phone or messing with Quest of Yore cards.

--Laurel and Barley pick up groceries and essentials weekly, but are notorious for forgetting that One Thing. Or two. Or five. Or vaguely remembering the list and happily checking out with a cart full of fruit juice and snack packs.

--The last few days before the next shopping trip inevitably become slapdash cooking competitions between two or three people at a time (or, if it’s really unsuccessful, pizza nights).

--Everything Laurel makes has a smiley face on it. Waffles? Sunny-side up. PB&J? Happiest meal of the day. Salmon piccata? Smiley face, comes with a note reminding you to do your best and show someone your friendly smile if she’s working on autopilot.

--Ian always attempts something elaborate, and it ends up as A) a decent four-star meal or B) fire.

--Barley’s entries always slap. You give him an egg, a pack of bacon, and half a box of spaghetti and he comes back with pasta carbonara. Nobody knows how he does it (there’s a rumor going around that he just throws it away and MordorDashes something when nobody is looking), but he does work with what he have and has a few sneaky cooking tricks.

--Every one of Colt’s entries is some form of queso griffin skillet, and there’s always way too much of it. He has a near-perfect record of wins by unanimous vote and Colt’s entries are lowkey anticipated all week.

--Near-perfect means he lost, once.....to the time Laurel and Barley teamed up to make a better queso griffin skillet.

--There wasn’t even any actual queso in the house, good lord. 

--The boys stay quiet and inside for one (1) day and it's because they were building a LEGO castle.

--At some point Laurel changes into pyjama pants in the middle of the day. Ian asks her about it ("Mom, shouldn't you, uh, be wearing pants?") and she counters with "Why?"

--Ian leaves and comes back in pyjama pants.

--Colt has some kind of squad groupchat which he checks for a minute once in a blue moon. (There are few calls to go on, so it’s mostly, “My girlfriend’s kids liberated my hair clips and are serving a three-minute house arrest.” or “The eldest just put peanut butter on scrambled eggs, now that’s a crime.”) 

--Long story short, someone offers a giant roll of butcher paper and even as he trots over to pick it up, Colt knows it’s the worst decision he’s ever made.

--It is.

--Ian and Barley get super excited when they first see it and spend days drawing or playing games on it in table-length sheets. 

--Laurel gets tired of scooting past them every time she tosses something in the overflowing recycling, so she tapes them up like wallpaper with gold stars and compliments .

--Ian gets embarrassed when he first sees them, but Barley takes five seconds to pull a turnaround power move and start making a big deal about his stickers, especially in comparison to Ian’s.

--”Dearest mother! As you see here, Iandore has earned a green star for his magnificent drawing of a hippogriff--”

--”That was a hippogriff? I thought it was Mr. Nakamura, from the dry-cleaner’s. He loved it on FaeBook, even has it printed out and framed in his apartment!”

--”Ian has earned a green star for his magnificent drawing of Mr. Nakamura, but my, very similar picture of a pegasus has been acknowledged with but an orange star. Orange is the colour of defeat.”

--Absolutely, they would do faerie lights and bunnies in windows.

--Barley unsuccessfully proposes that fencing, ultimate frisbee, and archery are socially distanced sports (until you hit someone, that is), but he and Ian are kings of geocaching.

--Ian is content to read or draw by himself, but Barley is always a fairly affectionate person. He got a minor cold at some point and had a six-foot yardstick propped up in his bedroom just to lightly smack Barley with when he got too close.

--Ian reads the entirety of that one really long fantasy series (yes, that one, with the dragons) and soon becomes more or less illiterate.

--Too many conversations have opened walking in on Barley throwing sticky hands at the walls (yes, like Alex Hirsch) and asking, “Can I have some?”

--Colt is about six feet long and is infamous for asking in full Cop Manner whether people who won’t wear masks or want to see managers are “having a problem.”

--Laurel manages just to keep her sanity mostly because she is always down for a pillow fight.

[eruscreaminginthedistance]

Let’s go quarantine gang, we’re getting skin conditions!

[littleshopofk-pop]

kinktober — day 5 | FWB

lust • [kim mingyu]

fuck love, we can do this shit forever if it’s lust

pairing: kim mingyu x fem!reader genre: smut, best friends!au, dom!idol, sub!reader synopsis: in which you took “a little head never ruined anyone‘s life“ a little bit too seriously and now you find yourself getting intimate with your best friend more than you should word count: 727 warnings: friends with benefits, unprotected sex (stay safe, kiddos)

my first ever seventeen smut and 100th post yayyyy

None of this was actually planned. Not even when your best friend, Mingyu, jokingly asked you to suck his dick after a long night of drinking with his bandmates.

For some reason, you didn’t even overthink it until he stood at your door, all worked up and his hair sticking to his forehead because he ran all the way from the dorm to your apartment complex.

He pushed you against the wall and all of a sudden you found yourself on your knees, his hand holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, feeling his tip at the back of your throat.

Now here you were, once more feeling his hands on your waist as he shoved his tongue into your mouth and slowly fiddled with the string of your sweatpants, untying them and pulling them down to let them pool at your feet.

Mingyu lifted you with ease, as you wrapped your legs around his waist, lips moving against each other at a torturous pace. He cupped your ass cheeks, carrying you into your bedroom and laid you down on the mattress, hovering over you as he showered your neck in kisses.

You pushed your hands between your panting bodies, trying to create some space to unbutton his shirt and he let go of you, getting rid of his clothing without breaking eye contact. You sat up against the headboard, attempting to catch your breath and spreading your legs to let Mingyu steal a glance at your wetness.

He licked his lips, pumping his dick as he came closer to you before he aligned with your entrance and eased into you with a quick snap of his hips. You hissed a moan and dug your nails into his shoulders, leaving crescent shaped marks on his perfect skin.

»You’re so fucking tight«, he moaned, stilling inside your walls as you clenched around his girth. He stretched you out so deliciously, the light stinging inside you only fuelling your lust when he started rocking his hips against yours, hitting every sweet spot he could find.

Mingyu knew your body so well, every twitch and every reaction to his ministrations was like a message he deciphered to understand what you were into and how he could make you feel best. That’s how he had gotten you the orgasms you knew you deserved but never managed to reach with the help of your past lovers.

And now you were dancing the horizontal tango with your best friend, his dick buried balls-deep between your folds as he pounded into you at almost inhumane speed, his thumb only adding onto the pleasure with soft circles on your clit.

You arched your back off the bed, moaning his name in high notes as a chuckle echoed from his throat. He loved seeing you like this, all worked up and looking so fucked out. He loved the curve of your breasts, the way your body reacted to his and the way his name rolled off your tongue when you got closer to the edge.

». . . C-close«, you sighed inaudibly, nails scratching down his back, almost drawing blood from him and making him hiss out a silent »Fuck.«

He made you turn around, holding your ass up and pushing back into you from behind to hit you impossibly deeper. He groaned at your walls clenching around him and threw his head back, pearls of sweat forming in his forehead.

»Let go, baby«, he purred in ecstasy, his lower lip held hostage between his teeth. »Shit, you feel so good.«

You whined his name, your climax shaking your body as you saw white and released your juice on his dick, his seed painting your walls soon after and mixing between your legs.

His sloppy thrusts grew slower and slower as he helped you ride out both of your orgasms before he pulled out of you, heavily panting and stroking the sweaty hair off his forehead.

You sat back up like you did before he absolutely railed you into the mattress and smiled at him, biting your lower lip and trying to catch your breath.

Mingyu leaned in, carefully pecking your lips and laid his hand on your cheek, a soft smile on his lips.

»I swear I think I‘m falling in lust with you.«

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my 100th post, just for you mingyu anon :3

taglist:

@faeriecobie, @scuzmunkie, @multistan30

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kinktober setlist

[literally-inlove]

Hello beautiful!

I was wondering if I could request headcannons for Sebastian and Claude's s/o giving them presents that they made themselves?

Gift idea for Sebastian was they sewed a tiny stuffed cat for him since he can't have a real one

And for Claude his s/o embroidered a spider into a silk handkerchief

I was just curious as how demons would react to a gift that their s/o actually not only, took time to make but also made it something that resembles something they care about?

Anyways happy holidays and I hope you're staying safe, healthy and happy <3 have a great night/day

<3

Yes yes. I see. These would be very quick and easy cause they're just small headcanons, but I can do it! And me? Beautiful? Stop it. You're flattering me. You're also beautiful! <33

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Sebastian + Claude receiving a gift from the GN! s/o

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Sebastian ➛

He was surprised to say the least.

When you gave him his gift, he had nothing to say. It was a small box with a neatly done bow. He was impressed with you care.

When he finally got to see what was inside, he was in love.

Though it was quite small, he could tell you made it yourself.

By small, it was no bigger than the palm of his hand.

A small cat that you made yourself. You thought of the design and got all the materials with your cash.

You asked Ciel for some design tips and he told you to just make a cat. Not like you already knew that.

Needless to say, he would never let go of it.

In fact, he held it in his hand for the rest of the day.

Now it just sits in his pocket wherever he goes to remind himself of you.

He believes that it's the thought Tha counts. And clearly, a lot of thought was put into your gift.

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Claude ➛

This man doesn't have much emotion to begin with but I'm telling you, he cracked a small smile when you handed him his present.

Alois was a brat, so most the presents recieved in the mansion ended up being his. Seeing something for him (Claude) made by his s/o actually made him happy.

Opening the small box, he noticed a handkerchief. He wasn't sure if it was a small joke but he knew it wasn't when he saw the design.

A spider.

Half of the silk cloth was a design of a web with a spider in the corner.

His voice was practically trapped at the back of his throat until you told him that you made it when Alois wasn't looking.

Hannah naturally helped because you're absolutely hopeless (No offense), but you were a quick learner. She only helped with the spider and you did the rest yourself.

Now whenever someone causes the handkerchief to get dirty, he gets mad.

It's a gift from you. And no gift from you should be damaged.

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Tadaaaaa. Yayyyy. I'm not the strongest with Claude cause he's so damn emotionless but I got there eventually. Now to try and figure out his emotion with your other request..

Merry Christmas!

I am taking requests!! <33

Tags ➛

[books-and-catears]

Allow me to share another brainrot,, time traveler mc

After they time travelled with the help of barbatos and belphie performed creeky crack on neck, and then they came back, Tiny problem, they accidentally gained a small part of barbatos's time travel magik somehow

And god was it chaotic the first few month's - accidentally creating time lines and having to get out of them-- they keep a small journal of a diagram wherever they jump to, and usually go to solomon or, of course, barbatos for help (barbatos becomes a father figure not clickbait) Though, this helped them became a bit more creative, they also like noting down random events that happen in timelimes

So many more opportunities for mc!! Yayyyy!!!

(I have a whole appearance for them in my head oh god i am back on my time traveler shenaigans)

Also im another regular here now *pulls up a minecart and sits sideways on it* boohoo cracker

If you're a regular here, I am freaking blessed cause your ideas are too freaking amazing. *Takes a seat next to you on the sideways Minecart*

Twisting Time Pt. 3

Barbatos: Two in one day? You're speeding up this time MC.

MC: Well it wasn't hard. Instead of fighting over who is the biggest TSL fan, I pretended to be an anime enthusiast who really wanted to know about TSL instead.

Barbatos: Is this why you were stuck in his room for the last 4 days?

MC: It took us three days to finish the whole series. He spent the fourth day ranting about his opinion on how grand it is. All I had to do was listen and smile and he randomly started crying and hugged me telling me he's grateful I'm here and listening.

Barbatos: And that's when you sprung the offer of the pact on him?

MC: Yep. And Beel was even easier.

Barbatos: You cooked up a feast for him and he agreed to a pact?

MC: Well I also promised him I'd cook this again once in two months.

Barbatos: But a feast surely must be hard to make on your own.

MC: I used Mammon and Levi's help. Pacts are a wonderful thing. *Giggles*

Barbatos: You're a sly one. *Chuckles* I hope you know what you're doing after everything you'd left behind.

This time around it was okay. You could feel it. It felt wrong at times...like it wasn't fair. Like you already knew everything ahead of time, the initial excitement of the unknown and meeting for the first time gone.

The others were all unaware of the pacts you were making. The secret was between you and them. You weren't here to fix the family among each other anymore.

You were here to fix you. You still loved them of course, only a selfish kind.

But it was all for a better future. You convinced yourself to be strong, as you prepared to pact with Asmo and Satan next.

MC: Asmo! There you are!

Asmo: Ah in a rush to see me this morning, MC? How adorable!

MC: *jokes* Of course I want to see you. Who doesn't want to see beautiful things early in the morning?

Asmo: Oh flattery will get you everywhere. Come on inside, let me me show you how beautiful I can really be.

MC: Well I heard you and Solomon have a pact. Can I have one too?

Asmo: I can't just give a pact to anybody MC. You will have to earn. I wonder how you will.

MC: Would you like to do a nostalgic fashion show with all your favourite dresses?

Asmo: .... Oh MC.

Satan: What are you hiding behind your back MC?

MC: Take a guess.

*Something meows behind MC's back*

Satan: ... A cat?!

MC: Not just any cat. I enchanted her with disguise magic so that noone else can see she's a real cat. They will just see a soft toy. *hands him the kitten*

Satan: Why are you doing this?

MC: Well Asmo said I needed to earn my pacts so I'm trying to earn yours.

Satan: ...

Cat: *meows*

Satan: Consider my pact achieved. Now come let's name and feed this kitty.

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Somewhere in a parallel timeline...

MC: Solomon! I'm so glad to find you here! I think I'm lost again.

Solomon: *sigh* Which one are you?

MC: Um the real one?

Solomon: *bigger sigh* No you're not. All of you are the real ones. But from the fact that you're not wearing a ribbon and didn't know about that means you're not MC Blue, Orange, Pink, Yellow or Green.

MC: Why are there so many versions of me??

Solomon: You've been going haywire after you came back to life. But then again even I probably can't handle Barbatos's power.

MC: And the colors?

Solomon: Every color represents the brother each version of you likes. So tell me Red or Violet? Red is Beel, Violet is Belphie.

MC: Um do you have a color? *Blushes*

Solomon: .....Why yes. *ties a white ribbon to your collar* I suppose you'd like to stay here's with me? *Smirks*

MC: *nods*

Solomon: Well then you'd better hide in my bedroom for a while. All your versions are looking for me since MC Teal took Barbatos out on a vacation.

MC: Oh. Well jeez I'm literally all over the place. *hides in his bedroom looking out*

MC Blue: *runs in crying* SOLOMON!

Solomon: Did you enter a wrong time line again?

MC Blue: I JUST SAW LUCIFER AND DIAVOLO GETTING MARRIED AND THEY ASKED ME TO BE THEIR BEST HUMAN. How could Lucifer do this to me???*crying louder*

Solomon: *trying so hard to hold back laughter* It's okay it's okay. That's not your Lucifer. Let's revisit the diagram and find your way back shall we?

*After MC Blue leaves*

MC white: Is it bad that I really wanna see that timeline they just talked about?

Solomon: I'll show you how to get there. I just hope we get to see them kiss the groom. Now let's go.

[eunjidrabbles]

YAYYYY your asks are finally open!!! hi hi im the anon may i ask for a hwasa one shot wherein reader is courting hwasa but hwasa doesn't find fem! reader attractive. after one date, hwasa decides that reader isnt really her type which r is bummed about but respects her decision. however, one day hwasa finds r's genuine character and somehow, she falls for r's charms uwu angst to big big fluff please! sorry this is long :3 i really like tropes like this thank youuu!

Just One

(I realized writing hurt/comfort stuff soothes my soul a lot. Probably because I like making it hurt and then I feel bad and try to make it warm and fluffy so no worries. Longer requests help me with plotting out the story.

Edit: Sorry this took longer than expected, I just started my first day of work again and guess who is now a barista? Also Wheein’s solo album just dropped today so go give it a listen ya’ll)

Word count: About 2.4k

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Ahn Hye Jin is a goddess. Everyone who has seen her either loves her, or hate her because they want to be her. With beauty, fame and charisma that goes off the charts, who could blame when you were to be drawn in like a moth to the light? Of course given the opportunity, you chose to chase after her disregarding the fact there were probably many others like you. It was a chance given, and it would be foolish not to grab at it. Be it getting your manager to buy her favorite drinks so you can drop it off for her whenever she was at the company practicing, leaving little notes with a container of food for her to heat up when she stays back for more practicing on her own or even occasionally popping by the studio when you had some free time off your schedules, you did you best to let your presence be known to her. Management didn't know of your crush, brushing it off as admiration for your senior whose group literally built up the company, and you'd prefer for it to stay that way lest you get kicked out barely a year into debuting. Hyejin however, knew of your intentions. You've made it clear to her when you gathered up the courage to manage to stammer out a "I like you." Before you could hear whoops from Wheein and feel the stares coming from the other two older members directed at you.

Over time, you've managed to also worm your way into the rest's hearts as they realized how pure your intentions were, and how far you'd go to try take care of their strong-headed maknae. Seeing as to how Hyejin has never properly rejected you, they slowly started putting in words for you whenever they spot your gifts for her, planting what they'd hope to be the seeds that will help make their youngest happier. It started from "Look at how thoughtful she is!" To “Hey look, guess who dropped by again today~?” Each time, she would only smile and wave away at her member’s teasing as she accept her gifts with a smile.

The small interactions with Hyejin and the rest of her members were great as you slowly got to know them more, just as friends. Sharing jokes and they would sometimes even invite you up for a meal together. It wasn’t until a few weeks later of skirting around your very obvious infatuation with Hyejin did you actually put up your mind to do something. Nodding to yourself, you gathered up the courage and knocked on the door. Cheers were heard from inside and as routine, Hyejin came to the door to open it for you. Passing over her drink with a smile, she stood waiting accepted it with a small chuckle and thanks. Right before she turned away, you called out to her. Looking back at you questioningly, you took a few deep breath to try settle your pounding heart. “One date. Just give me one date. I’ll show you that I’m serious.” You could see her eyes widen in surprise and slowly cover her mouth with her hand. You shift nervously, not daring to break the eye contact. She was the one who looked away first and her gaze fell to the ground, seemingly deep in thought. Noticing the longer than usual interaction, the rest of the members curiously peeked over one another to observe the situation. Putting the pieces together, Wheein shared glances with the older members and back to her best friend and voiced out her thoughts. “Why don’t you give it a shot?” Slowly looking over to her, Hyejin studied her expression, followed by the encouraging looks Moonbyul and Yongsun was giving before going back to her own thoughts for a bit longer. All the while you stood, head slowly lowering, feeling your throat and chest slowly coiling and tightening on themselves while you prepare yourself for the rejection incoming. “So what do you have in mind?” Snapping your head up, you find her staring right at you. You could almost hear your own heartbeat as you let out a breath you didn’t even notice you were holding. Glancing past her, you see the enthusiastic nodding and thumbs up given to you by the rest of her members and you pulled out your phone. “I’ll text you the details?”

As far as records go, the company only saw this meet up as a nice meal between a member of their top girl group and their solo artist. You’ve managed to book a small table at a café that you were introduced by a few friends. It was a cozy little place near an alleyway, just a little out of the way of where the crowd would usually go. Settling down in the corner, you were both handed a small menu. Skimming over, you decided to place an order of a cup of coffee and a macaron for a sweet treat. Hyejin took a little longer to look through the menu but also ended up with just a cup of coffee. There was an awkward tension in the air as you constantly try to find topics to speak about to engage the woman sitting opposite of you when all you could get in reply was a few words in reply. With a smile, you could only nod and let the silence blanket the both of you as your drinks and snack came. Every time you looked up from sipping your drink, you could see her silently in her own thoughts and decided not to bother her lest she finds you annoying. It was when you were on the last few sips of your drinks did Hyejin finally speak up.

“I don’t want to be harsh but I don’t think we’d go well together.”

The words echoed in your head as they processed into what she was trying to say. You swallowed down the harsh reality that hit you right in your chest and nodded with a small understanding smile. “Thank you for at least giving me a chance, and of course, being honest with me.” Nodding back, Hyejin went back to sipping her drink as the silence once again settled between the both of you, this time for you to quietly nurse your heart. Setting down the empty cups, the both of your stood as you pulled out your phone and texted your manager to pick the both of you up. While waiting outside the café, Hyejin couldn’t bring herself to look at you. A part of her felt that she had led you on, despite it just being that she couldn’t understand of her own feelings. To make everything simpler for everyone, the best choice would be to reject and ignore it. A hand coming towards her in the corner of her eye surprised her, and with that she finally look at you again. “Friends?” Raising your eyebrow, you silently prayed that whatever happened wouldn’t ruin whatever relationship you had between her and her members. “Friends.” Raising her hand to shake yours, a smile bloomed across her face in relief that you held no anger towards her.

You understood that it will definitely take time to get over the fact that you had a crush on Hyejin, so you chose not to avoid it. Instead, you faced the rejection straight on, and went up to Mamamoo’s studio even more often to interact more with everyone whenever you had the time. Every now and again, you’d also have a member or two pop up in your studio to join in the chaos, much so adding up to your manager’s headache of trying to keep your appearance as an idol intact, knowing well fully that the random moments you shared with the group would most likely air out as update episodes in your mini vlog series. It took a while to realize that by taking a step back from pursuing Hyejin, that you got so much more closer to her. The awkwardness melted away and what was left was a healthy friendship.

It also took a while for Hyejin to realized how much more she had been looking to spend time with you. Or that the increasing number of comments in your vlog series were commenting on how much and fondly she looked at you. It became almost a daily thing to exchange greetings from dawn and annoy one another through text till dusk fell. It got to the point where whenever her phone’s notification rang, does she perk up and rush to it and if it was not a reply from you, she would falter and according to Wheein, “Look like a kicked puppy.” If you had a schedule when she was free, she sometimes tag along with an excuse to keep you company but if you could see her behind all the staff, you’d notice her intense gaze as she studies you. The way you moved, the way you laughed, and even to the way your chest rise and fall as you breathed. Part of her knew what was happening, but she refused to act upon it. It wasn’t fair that you were the one who risked your career to chase her only for her to reject you, and now suddenly changing her mind. You on the other hand didn’t seem to notice all the extra attention you were getting from her and it annoyed Hyejin to a certain extend. She wanted the smiles you gave to everyone directed to only her. She wanted the jokes you shared and the laughter you gave to just be shared between you two.

It drove her crazy, the more she explored her feelings for you. It made her feel things that scared her. Scenarios would appear in her head as she watches you interact with others. Your words would race through her mind as she goes about her day. Images and memories of your gifts and notes pulled on her heartstrings. Maybe. Hyejin silently thinks to herself. Just maybe, I might be crazy. Chuckling to herself as she stopped in front of a set of doors, she sighed. That’s still better than letting someone else hold you, right? Looking up at the sign that stated the opening hours, she pulled out her phone to do a quick check of the time and pushed open to step through the set of doors.

The bass vibrated throughout the entire room as music boomed from the speakers in the practice room. Your eyes were trained upon your form as you connected each movement of your body to flow with the beat of the music. Seeing how focused you were on perfecting the dance routine, your manager could only sigh in failed attempt of trying to make you promise to not overwork yourself when your comeback was right around the corner before leaving for the night. At some point through the evening, you had shed your hoodie, leaving you in a cooling sports bra and sweat pants. Despite the lesser layers, you were drenched in sweat, and your hair had fallen from their ponytail, leaving them sticking uncomfortably to your face and body. Your body cried out in exhaustion as you slowed to a halt along with the music and panted to catch your breath. Slowly pushing yourself upright again, you groaned, body resisting the idea of one last run through of the routine. Right as you were about to hit the play button on your phone again, the soundproofed door of your studio swung open.

Your squeak echoed the room and your eyes darted up and widened in surprise to meet hers through the mirror’s reflection. It took a second for your body and brain to relax when you realized that the intruder meant no harm when you noticed both her hands were occupied. Slowly turning and walking over to the back of the studio where she had moved from the door, you look at Hyejin questioningly before your gaze dropped to the contents in her hands. Instead of putting it down onto the table, she waited for you to walk over to her to pass you the warm cup of coffee and a paper bag. Carefully hold the cup in one hand, you opened the bag to see a lone macaron sitting inside. A wide smile bloomed on your face when your body understood that the sweet treat was a form of energy for you to function and you eagerly pushed it up the bag to take the first bite. You then remembered the very person that delivered it to you and with your mouth full, you could only smile even wider to her as you closed your eyes in bliss as the sugary snack awoke your senses again.

“One date.”

Your eyes snap open as your jaw stopped its movement.

“One date. Just give me one date. I’ll show you I’m worth your time.”

Your smile slowly dropped as you processed what you just heard. Looking back down at the bag and the cup of drink, you recognized the name imprinted on its sides. It was from the very café you two went to on your first and last date. Forcing yourself to look busy by continuing to slowly chewing the one bite in your mouth, you subtly turned your head towards the mirror to look at the woman, not daring to risk eye contact by looking directly at her. Even from the mirror, you could see her intense gaze, as she fidgeted her hands behind her, anxiously waiting for your answer. 

“So? What do you say?”

Swallowing the now mushy mess in your mouth, you slowly looked right back at her. Lifting the drink to your lips and taking a small sip, you looked for traces of this encounter merely being a bad joke of the rejection you faced at her hand a few months ago. When you could find none, you slowly lowered the drink and sighed. Even at such mundane actions, you could see her tense up in anticipation.

You chuckle suddenly, breaking the silence and causing Hyejin to flinch. That in return made you chuckle even harder when her look of confusion and surprise slowly melt away as your laughter went on. Finally taking a breath to stop, you smiled and answered her.

“I was hoping it will be more than just one.”

[sandwichrin]

A Little into You (Junkyu x Reader) (Ch. 21)

Chapter 21 - Confessions.

Word count: 4.8k words

Genre: Fanfiction, PG13, Comedy, Romance.

A/N: Good morning! Chapter 21 is up! Thank you all for supporting this fic. I couldn’t have done it without all y’all’s love and continuous support. Enjoy this one 🧡

“What?” Chani scoffed in disbelief.

“Y-yeah! It’s true, I met Y/n first!”

“Oh, so we’re playing firsts now, huh?” Chani said, his tone giving a hint of sarcasm.

“You started it first! I was only countering what you said!”

“Yeah well,” Chani paused, trying to think of what else to say. “Well, I was the first friend Y/n met here,”

“Hah! Jokes on you! The first friend y/n made here was Hyunsuk-hyung! They met each other before any of us did,” Junkyu said, happy that he was able to beat Chani’s statement.

“Fine. But I’m pretty sure I’m the first person who’s ever fed y/n food among you guys,”

“Oh really? When was that?” Junkyu asked smugly since he knew you’ve only known Chani for over half a month and not as long as you’ve known him or any of his members.

“Duh, it was recent. Sometime in this week,”

“Hah! You’re beat! Hyunsuk-hyung fed y/n food that one time when we came over to her house,” Junkyu was slightly jumping now, excited that he was winning at this argument.

“I—”

“You lost! You have nothing else to say yayyyy,” Junkyu said happily with his cute smile.

Chani lets out a heavy sigh, slightly disappointed by the fact that the Treasure members had already visited your home and yet you’ve never invited him over.

“Yah, y/n. How come they get to visit your home but I never got the chance to go there?” he asked you.

You kept quiet.

Junkyu’s happy expression slowly faded when he noticed how upset you looked.

“Y/n?” Chani said when he realised you’re not responding to him. He lets go of your shoulder that he’d been holding on to since just now and he moved in front of you, wanting to check if you were okay.

Chani froze in his spot when he saw the look you were giving him.

“U-uh, hyung…I think we should leave…” Chani said to Junkyu. He knew that look on your face. Working with you has made him familiarise with the different moods you have, and right now, he knows, if he stayed any longer, he would receive and earful of nagging from you.

“Oh ho don’t you dare move,” you said, making both of them not moving an inch.

“How dare you guys…how dare you both come in here and make a big deal about having breakfast when in reality, we could all have breakfast together,” you continued. “And then you both started off that stupid feud about ‘firsts’ involving me! What am I, an object for you both to banter about??”

“Y/n we don’t mean it that way,” Junkyu said, feeling bad now.

You kept quiet, shooting glares at the both of them.

“Y/n…I just wanted to spend time with you, that’s all…” Chani said in a slow voice.

This earned a scoff from Junkyu. He was annoyed that Chani had the nerve to say that. Chani got to spend his every day with you and yet he wants more? Pathetic.

“What? You have an opinion on that??” Chani asked when he heard Junkyu’s scoff.

You rolled your eyes at this. Looks like this feud isn’t gonna end here.

You grabbed your bag from the table and headed towards the door of your meeting room.

“Wait, y/n, where are you going?” Chani asked, surprised by your action.

“Somewhere I can get some peace and not where my friends are acting weird and arguing about me,” you huffed.

You were standing in front of Junkyu now, since he was standing directly in front of the door.

“Move, Junkyu,”

“But y/n…” Junkyu said softly to you.

You saw the worried look in his eyes and you couldn’t help but feel soft for him.

“Please move, Junkyu,” you said more gently now.

Junkyu looked into your eyes for a moment and then he complied and moved aside, letting you leave the room.

Chani hurriedly walked over towards the door, wanting to follow you, but then he heard you saying from outside,

“I want none of you following me! If I catch a glimpse of you within my eyesight, I’ll really stop talking to any of you,” you said in a warning tone.

This made Chani stop.

Junkyu closed the door of the room, leaving only him and Chani in there.

“This is all your fault! Why can’t you just let y/n go today??” Chani said frustratedly at him.

“Me?? You have her by your side every day! How is this my fault??”

“I only get her to be with me for lunch! Oh come on, you have the upper hand here! You get to visit her freaking home,” Chani added, dissatisfied.

“Upper hand in what?? Hey, you’re the one that keeps on sticking to y/n to the point the only choice I have to even catch a glimpse of her was FROM AFAR,”

“Lol you’re making it seem like as if I’m taking too much of y/n’s time away from you, when in reality you could’ve just, I don’t know, pull her away from me,” Chani responded, a smug tone in his voice.

“H-how?? You’re literally stuck with her! Like earlier, you wouldn’t even let her go! You know what, you’re a leech!” Junkyu argued back. He could hear his own ragged breathing now. Wow, he must be really angry at Chani right now.

“What?” Chani asked back, amused.

“That’s right, you’re a leech! You stick on Y/n, and you wouldn’t come off until someone puts a fire near you,”

“Wow, I really can’t believe you’re comparing me to a leech, hyung.”

“Yup, I watch documentaries too,” Junkyu said proudly.

Chani lets out a small laugh. “Okay hyung, enough, okay? You and I are friends. Why are we arguing about y/n like this? She’s our friend too. Let’s not make things worse, okay?”

Junkyu blinked a couple times. His breathing was calmer now. Chani was right though. Fighting any longer wouldn’t bring you back here.

“So…what do you suggest?” Junkyu asked.

“Hmm,”

Junkyu fixed the paper bag in his hand. The food he bought for the both of you was getting cold and he couldn’t help but pout as he stared at the wrapped-up sandwiches he bought. He had really wanted to give you one of these, he thought. It was one of his favourites and well, he’d like to share the things he like with you. It’s just the things people do when they like someone, no?

“Okay, here’s what we do.” Chani said, earning Junkyu’s attention again. “You…should go back to your studio or practice room or wherever your schedule wants you to be—and I’ll look for y/n,”

Junkyu scoffed out loudly as he listened to this guy’s ridiculous plan. Isn’t it obvious that he’s just trying to stick to you all over again?

“What?? What are you not satisfied about??”

“Why do you have to be the one looking for her? Why can’t it be me??”

“Because, hyung,” Chani smirked. “I’ve changed group leaders. So, technically, as of today y/n is my group leader now.”

“What…”

“Exactly. So what I’m saying is, legally I am allowed to stick to y/n,” a smug smile formed as he said this.

“Huh. I can’t believe we felt sorry for you. You’re just as selfish as he is,”

This statement hits Chani hard. His eyes widened. “You did not just say that, hyung,”

Junkyu walked up closer to Chani, having more courage to face Chani now. He knows how much Chani hates being put in the same place as that person.

“Yah. I won’t let you cling onto y/n like that,” Junkyu said in a soft but menacing tone.

“What’s your deal?! It’s not like you have a crush on y/n like I do,”

Junkyu’s mouth fell open.

Did Chani just confess…about liking you??

Chani too, looked as shocked as Junkyu was. He didn’t expect those words to come out of his mouth.

“W-wait. That doesn’t make any sense. You’ve only met y/n this month. You’ve only known her for several weeks!” Junkyu reasoned, not believing what he heard.

“Look, I feel like it’s nonsense too, believe me! But…I don’t know…I’ve spent my every day with her. And even if it’s just for a couple of weeks…I like being around her. Even when she nags and rolls her eyes at me all the time. I can’t stop thinking about her ever since I met her. Even when I get back home from work, I keep looking forward to meeting her the next day.” Chani looks at Junkyu in the eyes and said, “You know how miserable it was for me, interning here. You know what went down before this, don’t you hyung? Ever since y/n came here, I feel like I’ve gained more courage, I get happier even when I get treated like shit here,”

Junkyu was quiet for a moment. It hurts how he couldn’t get angry at Chani anymore after what he said. Because…he knows how Chani feels.

“I know how you feel…Believe me, I do, Chani.”

Chani lets out a sigh. He watches as Junkyu stares at the paper bag in his hands.

Wait a minute. Could it be?

“Hyung…don’t tell me…”

Junkyu nodded, a solemn smile on his face. He locked eyes with Chani as he opens his mouth to say the one thing he’s never straightforwardly said to anyone—

“Yeah. I like Y/n a lot,”

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 YG Building (Cafeteria / Balcony)

 You woke up to feel the Sun’s rays shining against the clear glass roof, giving you a warm feeling throughout your upper body. Lifting your head from your arms that had supported you throughout your nap out here, you let out a soft sigh, slightly stretching your arms against the table in front of you.

How long have you napped?

Feeling a little panicked inside, you hurriedly grabbed your phone from your bag on the chair located on your right.

10.17am.

You let out another sigh.

“Crazy. I actually napped for almost an hour,”

Placing your phone on the table, you rubbed your tired eyes gently, still trying to fully wake up.

What happened earlier? Why are you out here again? You asked yourself these questions. Ah, right. You had walked out of Junkyu and Chani’s silly argument earlier.

“Those kids. The nerve of them arguing like that. I wasn’t arguing with them and yet I feel so drained. Now look what they’ve done. I don’t even remember falling asleep out here,” you mumbled to yourself.

“Ah, I see the sleeping beauty is awake right now,” a voice said.

You swiftly turned your head to your left to see who it was.

And there he was, Jihoon, grinning at you as he held his phone in one hand—probably scrolling through it before this.

“Whoa. What are you doing here?” you asked, still a little groggy from your nap.

Jihoon pulled out his airpods from his ears and kept them into their case.

Still smiling at you, he finally responded to your question.

“Hm? I was just scrolling through my phone and waiting for a certain princess to wake up from her deep slumber,”

You frowned at him. “How long have you been watching me sleep, huh?”

Jihoon lets out a chuckle, “Oh hey hold your horses, princess. I’m not some creepy stalker, okay? I’ve only been here for like, 10-15 minutes tops,”

“Hmm okay. But why are you here?? Shouldn’t you be running off to practice or working out or something?”

“Why do you think I’m here?” He asked you back, leaning his chin against his hands as he stared at you with his mischievous smile.

“You…wanted to get some fresh air?” you guessed.

“Bingo! You almost got it right!” he grinned at you. “Ah, but I was here for another matter,” he paused, making you wait for his sentence to finish.

“Oh? Aren’t you gonna ask me what the other reason is?” he questioned you.

“Oh my god, Jihoon. Cut the suspense and tell me already!” you groaned.

Jihoon giggled at your impatience and decided to just tell you already why he was there.

“Okay, fine, fine. Well, Junkyu called me up,”

“What? Why??”

“What do you mean, ‘why’?? You stormed away from him and threatened not to talk to him ever again if he looks for you. Why do you think he called me to come here instead of him being here on his own?”

“Oh…”

“Yup,” Jihoon sat up straight now, leaning in close to you. “Now y/n, I don’t know the full details on what went on today but when Junkyu called me, he was a panicked mess. I just hope you know how worried he is about you. I mean, he literally begged me to come over and look for you immediately! I had to rush over here too, okay? Look at me, I even forgot to put on sunscreen because of the rush,” he said as he chuckled.

“Ah but then, after I sent him a picture of you napping, he was calmer so yeah, you don’t have to worry too much,” he continued.

Jihoon leaned back against his chair, smiling at you. “Oh! And I had a hunch you’d be here. Luckily, my hunch was right. I didn’t have to roam around this huge building looking for you,” he added proudly.

You blinked a couple times, trying to discern what Jihoon had told you.

“Hm? You’re a little quiet today. Usually you’re so feisty around me,”

“Oh shut up,” you said as you lightly slapped his shoulder, making him giggle at you.

You pursed your lips together, trying to think of what you want to say to Jihoon.

Junkyu had called him up because he was worried about you.

Junkyu was too afraid to look for you because he didn’t want you to stop talking to him.

Jihoon said Junkyu was a worried mess when he called him up.

All these things swirled up in your head, making it hard for you to focus on Jihoon who was still staring at you, waiting for you to speak up.

“Jihoon…”

“Hm?”

“I…I don’t know what to say. This is a bit too much to handle right now. I…I’m sorry that you had to rush over here…and forgot to put on sunscreen…” your voice trailed as you noticed that even with his bare face, your friend still looked glowing and handsome under the warm Sun rays.

“Nah, it’s no big deal. I’ll put some on later,” he smiled at you. “But really, what happened just now?” he asked, since he didn’t manage to get the full story from Junkyu earlier because his best friend spoke too fast on the phone and kept on begging him to come over to the company to look for you.

And so, you told Jihoon. What went down earlier in your meeting room. Right from the very beginning including the part where Junkyu had texted you the moment you stepped out of your floor’s elevator.

Jihoon listened carefully, nodding at some parts, implying that he understood what you were trying to tell him.

And after your whole story-telling session was done, he kept quiet. He waited for you to calm down before deciding to say anything to you.

You pushed your hair back with one hand, letting out a sigh.

“And so, Jihoon. I had to storm off. I mean, it’s weird enough that these boys are coming to me first thing when I arrive at work—which is a first for me today, and then they start bickering with one another like as if I was some sort of Olympics trophy!”

Jihoon giggled when he hears this. “That’s a little too much, y/n. You’re not an olympic’s trophy. That’s too valuable,”

You scowled at him and punched him in the arm, hard.

“Ow! Okay, okay I was just joking!” he laughed. “You are valuable,”

But then you were already annoyed by what he said so you simply rolled your eyes at him.

“Aw come on. Are you sulking right now?” Jihoon asked, amused with your behaviour.

You shook your head at him but then you weren’t looking at him.

“Aww y/n! Here, here, look! Look at this picture of you that I sent to Junkyu. You looked like an angel sleeping. Of course you’re important and valuable to us all,”

You subtly turned your head to look at his phone that he was holding out to you.

“Wow…the lighting was so good. That picture actually looks good…” you said softly, hardly believing that the soft-looking girl sleeping in the picture was you.

The picture showed an up-close shot of your face, half covered by your arms that you were resting your head on, making the features of your long lashes and your nose and a part of your covered lips accentuated under the sun-kissed rays shining on you.

As you were gaping over the skilled picture Jihoon took of you, Jihoon smiled to himself, feeling proud that he managed to make you stop sulking by now.

“I’m pretty sure Junkyu must be thinking the same thing as you do when he looks at this picture,” he said, making you look at him.

“W-what?”

“It’s a good picture, isn’t it? I’m sure Junkyu’s staring at this picture like a goofy idiot right now,” Jihoon said again, trying to tease you.

“Yah! What are you saying?? Why would Junkyu be staring at my picture, huh??”

“Aww look at you! Your face is turning red,” Jihoon smiled as he kept his phone into his bag.

“W-what? No way! You’re the one that’s turning red!” you blurted out at him.

Jihoon laughed out loud at your reaction. “Oh gosh, y/n. Look at you. Denying how you feel.”

“Look at you. You’re making random conclusions on your own,” you said in an annoyed tone.

Jihoon stretches his hand out to pat you on your head before saying, “Okay, okay. Enough with teasing you. Let’s get back to serious business.”

You looked at him confusedly. “Business?”

“Yeah. What are you going to do about Junkyu and Chani? You know you can’t run away from them and throw threats at them forever, right?”

You groaned. “Aw man, I can’t? Damn it, I was hoping to just avoid them until the end of the month,”

This earned you a soft bonk in the head by Jihoon.

“Silly girl. Of course you can’t.”

“Fine,” you sighed out loud. “I mean, I don’t like it when people fight because of me…” you said as you looked down.

“Neither do I. But you need to understand that they’re fighting over because of one thing, y/n,”

“And what’s that?”

“Duhh, they both want to spend time with you!”

“Then they can! They can just come up to me and spend time with me!”

Jihoon shot you a ‘really, girl??’ look at you.

“What? They could!”

“And they did go to you. See what happened today??”

You let out another exasperated groan, “Ugh okay then what should I do, Jihoon??”

“Come on y/n. You know what to do. You need to decide yourself who you want to spend time with. It’s not only depending on them too, you know. You’re a person too. You get to decide too.”

You kept quiet, eyes staring down at the table again. Jihoon was right. You can’t let your friends fight over you simply because you never openly said to them who you wanted to hang out with truthfully.

Jihoon leaned his chin against his hand again, waiting for whatever you were going to say next.

“Who…do I want to hang with…” you said softly to yourself.

“Be honest with yourself, y/n. If you were to be put into the same situation as this morning all over again, who would you pick to have breakfast with?”

“Well…” you blinked a couple times. A name popped into your head and instantly you felt your heart racing.

“Hm?”

“Well…I g-guess it would be Junkyu…”

“Oh? That’s an interesting take. Why so?”

“I mean…I like hanging out with Chani, I really do. He’s a great friend to spend time with. He gets me so well and oh my god he handles my mood swings so well too! He’s so sweet and caring towards me…” you paused for a bit.

“But then Junkyu…even when he treats me coldly at times or how awkward it feels to be around him sometimes—" you giggled slightly thinking of all your awkward encounters with him. “Around Junkyu I feel different. Whenever he smiles, I feel warm all over. I don’t know, I don’t hang with him much but there’s something about him that makes me feel this comfortable aura around me. It’s like I feel safe whenever I see him. Just seeing him makes me want to smile sillily but ah! I don’t know what I’m saying hahaha let’s not talk about this anymore!” you ended your rant with an apologetic laugh.

You turned to look at Jihoon who had been staring at you the whole time you were talking just now.

His eyes continued to stare at you as if he was in a trance, his eyes gently blinking as you leaned in close to his face to see if he’s okay.

“Hello? Earth to Jihoon,” you said as you waved your hand in front of his face.

“Oh?” Jihoon sat up straight, fixing his posture as soon as he noticed your face was inches away from his.

“Oh my god. I can’t believe you were daydreaming the whole time I was ranting about them,” you said in disbelief.

Jihoon chuckled nervously. “What? No, no no! I was listening, I just…might have gone into another world for a bit,” he joked.

“Whatever Jihoon. It’s fine.”

“So? Have you decided on what to do?”

“I…guess? But let’s hear out what you have in mind since you went to visit another planet while I was talking earlier,” you teased him.

“Pfft. Easy. You just have to talk to them and tell them whatever epiphany you just had earlier,”

You scoffed at him. “I knew it! You weren’t listening at all! Bye, I’m gonna find a new best friend,” you said sarcastically, pretending to grab your bag and leave.

Jihoon grabbed your arms and made you stay in your seat as he cooed, “Aww I’m your best friend? I didn’t know I was that special to you. I thought you hated my guts,” he said in between giggles.

You scowled at him and rolled your eyes. “Enough. Stop teasing me, Jihoon!” you huffed.

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 YGE Building (4th floor – Y/n’s assigned meeting room)

 You walked up towards your meeting room, your high heels clacking in the empty hallways.

Just as soon as you arrived in front of your meeting room’s door, you swiftly turned the doorknob.

And as you stepped into the room, there you saw, Chani sitting in one of the seats, slightly hunched as he focused on the slightly-thick pile of paper in front of him.

You felt your heart soften for your friend. Initially, while you were on your way back to the meeting room, you had been thinking of all the words you wanted to say to him. Yes, you had plan on nagging at him like you usually do. But then when you saw him being all focused and serious doing work…you felt like it wasn’t fair of you to hurt his feelings at all.

You let out a sigh as you closed the door behind you.

Your sigh caught Chani’s attention, making him lift his head to look at you.

“Y/n,” he said, a slightly surprised look on his face.

You smiled a little at him and then walked up towards your usual seat which was facing the mirrors. Placing your bag onto the table, you let yourself plop down into your chair, a few seats away from your friend.

Chani placed the pen he was holding onto the table and scoots over towards you.

“Hey, are you okay? Where have you been? I’m so sorry—”

You raised your hand, making him stop talking.

“Look, Chani…” you paused. You took a deep breath before turning to him. His eyes scanned yours, a hint of worry showing on his face as he wondered what you were going to say to him.

“I…I’m sorry for storming off like that this morning. I didn’t mean to get mad at you both like that, really,” you said.

Chani lets out a sigh of relief. Relieved that this wasn’t another one of your angry nagging sessions.

“No, no! If it’s someone that’s going to say sorry among us, it’s me. Really, y/n. When you stormed off like that, it got me thinking…I just—I can’t imagine not talking to you at all,”

Chani’s eyes stared into yours, making you feel bad for always being cold to him or not treating him as well as you treat your other friends.

You also realised this as you stared into his eyes—that Chani has big, beautiful dreamy eyes. How did you not notice that before?

You shook your head and lowered your eyes, breaking his gaze on you. “Don’t stare at me like that. What, are you trying to hypnotise me or something?” you said in a monotonous tone.

Chani grinned, happy to see you being your usual self—that’s always indifferent around him.

“Hey, we still can have that McDonald’s for lunch. Sure, it’s a little cold now but if you don’t mind it—”

“Sure. Sounds good,” you smiled a little at him.

“Aigoo! You’re so cute when you’re being so nice to me,” Chani said as he grinned happily.

“Oh my god, get a hold of yourself. I’m still a little mad at you, okay?” you said as you rolled your eyes lightly at him.

“Aww! There’s that eyeroll! I’m so glad you’re still here with me!” he said as he pulled you into a hug.

“Nooooo no no no, I refuse to get your dose of sappiness today, Chani. Now, let go of me,”

Chani continued wrapping his arms around you, making you feel trapped in your seat. “No way, you don’t know how happy I feel right now,” he said, with his eyes closed and smile beaming as he leaned his head against yours.

“Okay, okay! Personal space invasion!” You said as you gently pushed his arms away from you.

Chani pulled away from you, “Sorry. I’m just really happy,”

You shot him a weird look. “Obviously. Ah, but what happened to Junkyu and you when I left this morning? Don’t tell me you both continued fighting,” you said, giving him a warned look.

“Well, we debated for a bit…”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“But we’re fine now! We cleared out some…understandings about each other…”

“Huh…”

Chani flashed you a convincing smile, not wanting to expose the full conversation he had with Junkyu earlier. The last thing he wanted to do was tell you how Junkyu had caught feelings for you. I mean, why would he? After all, he likes you just as much too.

“Well, that sounds good then. I’ll just send him a text later to check up on him.”

Chani nods at you.

“Oh and Chani?”

“Hm?”

“If you act mean towards Junkyu like today again next time, I’ll stop talking to you for real, okay?” you said nonchalantly, your eyes scanning the paper on the table.

This made Chani stop smiling. “What? Why?”

You flipped the paper, revealing another page. You took a deep breath before you turned to look at him.

“Because— Junkyu is a nice person. And I…like…being around him too.”

Chani fell quiet.

Suddenly he lets out a soft laugh.

“What’s so funny…” you asked, confused.

“Nothing,” he said still laughing. “I mean, why are you making it sound like as if I’m the one that’s holding you back from spending time with him?”

You folded your arms against your chest, shooting him a questioning look.

Chani’s laugh eased a little, his smile still visible on his face though. “Oh come on, Y/n. Of course I’ll treat Junkyu-hyung nicely. I like him too! He’s a nice hyung,”

“Okay good,” you smiled a little.

“Also—” Chani added.

“Hm? What is it?”

Chani uses his fingers to pull you by your chin, making you face him closely. “This isn’t the way I plan to say this y/n, but since you worry about Junkyu-hyung more than you worry about me…”

“What? No, what are you saying? I don’t worry about Junk—”

“I like you, y/n” Chani said quickly, cutting your sentence before you could finish it.

“W-what?”

“Listen to me carefully,” he said slowly, his dreamy eyes still staring into yours, his face inches away from yours as well. “I like you.”

You felt your ears heating up in all of a sudden. What nonsense is this kid rambling?? Is he even in his right mind??

You couldn’t tell if Chani was being serious or if he was pulling a prank on you…

 To be continued…

[cultreslut]

album ask - after the gold rush <33

omg hi emmi, this is such a comfort album for me im glad u asked !

tell me why - Is it hard to make arrangements with yourself / When you're old enough to repay / But young enough to sell?

after the gold rush - I was lyin' in a burned out basement / With the full moon in my eyes / I was hopin' for replacement / When the sun burst though the sky

only love can break your heart - I have a friend I've never seen / He hides his head inside a dream / Someone should call him and see if he can come out / Try to lose the down that he's found (omg me)

southern man - I saw cotton and I saw black / Tall white mansions and little shacks / Southern man, when will you pay them back?

till the morning comes - I'm gonna give you till the morning comes / Till the morning comes (this is pretty much the only lyrics to the song ! but its still fucking great !)

oh lonesome me - Everybody's going out and having fun / I'm a fool for staying home and having none (>_>)

dont let it bring you down - Come on down to the river of sight / And you can really understand / Red lights flashing through the window in the rain / Can you hear the sirens moan?

birds - Lover, there will be another one / Who'll hover over you beneath the sun / Tomorrow, see the things that never come today

when you dance i can really love - Like a mountain that's growing, a river that rolls / Let me come over, I know you know

i believe in you - Now that you made yourself love me / Do you think I can change it in a day? / How can I place you above me? / Am I lying to you when I say / That I believe in you?

cripple creek ferry - All alone the captain stands / Hasn't heard from his deck hands / The gambler tips his hat / And walks towards the door / It's the second half of the cruise / And you know he hates to lose

yayyyy :D

[sopeyb23-blog]

The Three Rules

Rule #1, Rule #2, Rule #3

*not my gif

Summary: Spencer and F!Reader get engaged shortly before tragedy strikes

Warnings: explosion, crying, alcohol, angst, hospitals

Pairing: Spencer Reid x F!reader

words: 3.7 K

A/N: last part in this mini series, but let me know if you want me to make more like this!

*i do not own any CM characters.

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Rule #3: never leave the other completely alone.

Spencer~

It was paperwork day at the BAU and the bullpen was starting to empty out as the day came to a close. That is, except for our team. Hotch told us that if we stayed late to finish all of the paperwork he would not only join us for our weekly family dinner at Rossi’s, but he would also sing with the karaoke machine, and that offer was just too good for any of us to pass up. Morgan stood and walked over to my desk where I was hunched over the files that laid in front of me.

“Pretty boy, please tell me it's happening tonight”

 I nervously looked over my shoulder to see Y/N over at the coffee station across the room staring intently at two boxes of tea. 

“Morgan, could you keep your voice down! She's right there!”

“Oh, calm down pretty boy, she has no idea!” he sat on the corner of my desk and proceeded to talk, though thankfully a little quieter.

“If you do it tonight it will be perfect, trust me! The whole family will be there and it will be beautiful, and we can help you out, and set up the atmosphere and it will be perfect! You have to do it tonight.”

“Do what tonight?” I could hear Y/N’s voice from behind me and I swear my heart stopped. Luckily Morgan is much better at covering things up than I am, so he took the chance to get me out of the hole I was in.

“Karaoke, I’m trying to convince your lover boy that he has to sing with me at Rossi’s tonight!” Y/N chuckled and handed me a mug before taking a seat on my lap.

“Ohh, trust me on this one Morgan, Spence may be a genus, but singing is not his forte.” Morgan laughed and I looked up at her with a pout.

“Really? I thought you loved my voice!” She laughed and shook her head at me while Morgan got up from my desk and walked back to his. I heard Hotch’s door open from above us and he walked down the stairs briskly.

“Well, it looks like we’ve done all we can for the night” He gestured to where Y/N sat on my lap with a small smile. Garcia walked in the bullpen from the back dancing her way over to Morgan.

“You know what that means my sculpted dancing king” he laughed and took her hand to swirl her around.

“It's party time!” Rossi came out from his office at the last second and we all quickly gathered our things agreeing to meet up at his mansion after a quick stop at our own houses to get changed.

Y/N~

As soon as Spencer and I got into our car to head home I noticed something was wrong. Usually he is only quiet on the way to work, but never on the way home. I even attempted to get him in a party mood by playing some bops from my phone, but still nothing, not even a crack of a smile when I sang horribly on purpose. On top of all that he was biting his lip. He only does that when he's nervous about something or if he's thinking, and I could hear the high whine from his IQ from the driver's seat that told me he was deep in thought. We finally arrived at our apartment and without saying a word we moved around the small place quickly, attempting to change into our party clothes. I threw on a dress that JJ had got me for my birthday and called Spencer over to me for help.

“Hey Spence?”

“Zipper?” I laughed as he made his way into the bathroom and smiled as he saw me. He slowly put one hand on my waist and the other on my back tracing the zipper line. Eventually, and very slowly, he brought the zipper up my back, moving his hand from my waist to slide my hair over my shoulder. He smiled at me in the mirror and spun me around to kiss me.

“You look beautiful” 

“Thank you my handsome prince” I laughed and he took a deep breath before grabbing my hand and leading me from the bathroom.

“You ready?” 

“Yup, you?” He gave me a little panicked look that I'm not sure was on purpose but then nodded frantically, trying to cover up his nervousness that seemed to come from nowhere. This time in the car he drove and played Brahms the whole way to Rossi’s. I saw him continue to bite his lip as he put one hand in his pocket and fiddled with something in it over and over again. Finally I got fed up with the silence and grabbed his free hand.

“Hey, are you okay? You seem a little nervous today.” he put his hand on my thigh and nodded.

“Yeah, I'm fine , I promise, just paperwork days you know?” I raised my eyebrows at him wanting a further explanation but he either chose to ignore me, or didn’t see as he went back to his silence and pulled into the driveway of Rossi’s house. 

Spencer~

 I knew she would notice my nervousness, that was inevitable, but I didn't quite think through how I was going to play that off. I saw from her face that she did not believe me one bit in the car, but now the time was coming closer and I wouldn't have to hide it at all from her anymore. We walked hand in hand up to the door and stepped inside to loud music and the sound of laughter coming from his enormous living room. 

“Yayyyy! The lovebirds are here!” Garcia ran up to us with open arms and hugged the two of us before Morgan dragged her back.

 “Lets slow down a little there babygirl” Y/N and I both laughed at what had become the usual weekly occurrence at Rossi’s team/family dinners. Next, Emily came up to us with a glass of wine in each hand. Y/N reached her hand out for one but Emily pulled it back.

“Mmmmmmmm, nope. These are for me now.” She slurred slightly and Y/N raised her eyebrows.

“Em, how much have you had to drink?” she put her glasses down and pointed at Rossi who was preparing food in the kitchen. He looked back and chuckled.

“An impressive amount I'd say” he replied and Emily smiled back at the both of us.

“Beautiful dress by the way” she moved on to Y/N as she began to walk away and JJ shouted from the corner.

“I did that! I knew it would be pretty on you!” 

“Thanks JJ, you were very right” Y/N responded and took my hand to guide me to the dinner table outside with the rest of them. 

As the dinner came to an end Hotch stood up from the table and raised his empty glass to us all.

“I just want to say, thank you all for making me come tonight, I don't regret it one bit. And now for the second half of my promise to you all…” we all got excited as we knew what came next.

“Karaoke and dance time is now in session!” We all cheered and got up to set up the dance floor in Rossi’s yard.  After all of us had equally embarrassed ourselves with the karaoke machine we moved onto the dance floor and the mood became peaceful as we all grabbed a partner and danced slowly to whatever Garcia thought was fitting. Derek and Garcia both looked over at me where I was swaying slowly with Y/N and nodded their heads before Garcia got up to change the song. She put on Y/N’s favorite slow song and moved back to Derek as we began dancing.

 “I love this song” Y/N lifted her head off of my chest sleepily and I smiled at her before taking her hand to dance. The nervousness that I had felt before went away completely as I looked at her serene face. I extended my arm to twirl her around and as she spun in a slow circle I dropped to one knee and waited for her to turn back around. 

Y/N~

Spencer spun me in a slow circle and as I faced away from him for just a split second I felt my arm lower. I turned around to find him kneeling on the ground in front of me.

“A-are you okay?” I took his hand worriedly and the rest of the BAU team chuckled at me as they watched. Spencer laughed and squeezed my hand.

“I am now.” there was a moment's pause before he continued.

“When I first met you, I knew instantly that everything I thought I knew about love was wrong. And you made sure to tell me that when we first started dating. You got me through the hardest time of my life, saw me at my lowest and my darkest and never failed to see the light in me. Every day that I wake up to see you laying next to me is a blessing and I could never imagine my life without you” we were both crying and all our teammates around us were teary eyed.

“I promise you that I will always be by your side. So, Y/N, will you marry me?” I dropped to my knees weakly and sobbed as I threw my hands around his neck and cried into his shoulder.

“So, is that a yes?” I nodded into his neck and lifted my head for a moment.

“Yes, that a yes you idiot!” the team around us laughed and he slipped the thin ring onto my finger and helped me stand up before pulling me into a warm kiss. 

Spencer ~

The next morning I woke up again with her in my arms. I smiled as I fondly remembered the events of last night and how we danced after I slid the ring on her finger. She grumbled something in her sleep and turned onto her stomach, reaching her neck out so that she could put her head on my chest. I heard my phone ring on the table and quickly reached out to it so that she wouldn't wake up.

“Hey Hotch, whats up?”

“I'm sorry to do this today of all days but we need both of you at the tarmac ASAP.”

“Alright, we’ll be there in 20” I hung up and slid her off of my chest as I went around the apartment getting everything together. After everything was ready to go I slid her into my arms and carried her along with all of our things into the car. As I set her down she shifted in her seat but remained asleep. We arrived at the jet quickly and while she still slept I picked her and all of our things up and carried them onto the jet. 

“Pretty boy what are you-”

“Hey, shh! She's still asleep, be quiet” I whisper screamed at Morgan and they all smiled and chuckled at me as I delicately placed her on the couch and took a seat by her feet so that she could still feel me near her. The jet ride was short and by the time Y/N woke up on the jet-very confused and slightly angry that I did all of that while she was asleep- we had arrived at the police station. We only spent a few minutes there however because Hotch sent us all out into the neighborhood to do group canvassing. I was paired up with Morgan but Y/N and Emily were on the same street, canvasing the other side so that every house was covered. Morgan walked a little behind me as I walked up onto the porch of a white house and knocked at the door. I heard Morgan say something behind me and I turned the handle of the door. Suddenly as if in slow motion I realized what he had said and pushed him backwards only a moment too late. 

Y/N~

Emily and I were in the living room of the house across from Spencer and Morgan when we heard the explosion. The thing about explosions like this is that the sound becomes very distorted and is almost impossible to tell where it has come from unless you wait for the rubble to clear. When you enter the academy everyone has to go through bomb training. We all get a little bit of it even if the field we are going into doesn’t deal with them often. They always tell you in those workshops to pay attention more to what you see than what you hear, especially if you are close to, or within range of the bomb. The thing is, neither of my senses would help me. The only sound I could hear was my own scream as I ran toward Spencer, and the only thing I could see was Emily as she jumped in front of me, preventing me from leaving the house.

“Emily you need to let me go!” I screamed at her and fought against her arms.

“Look at me! Look at me! You know we can't go out there! We have to wait! We have to wait!” I knew she was right but Spencer was out there. If I didn't know where he was, if I didn't know where the bomb was, how was i supposed to stay put. I continued to fight against her as she held me back in the doorway. 

“Spencer! No Emily let me go! Spencer!” my screams only got louder as she held me back with a horrified look in her eyes. Eventually we heard the sirens. When they stopped, signifying that they had arrived, Emily finally let go of me, allowing me to spring out of her hold and throw open the door in front of me. Only I wish I hadn't. I wish she had held on for a minute longer. What I saw when I opened that door was exactly the worst I could have imagined. I saw Derek, bleeding and stumbling around in the wreckage. But worst of all I saw the firemen and medics pulling Spencer’s limp body out  from the rubble. Emily stood beside me as I realized I had stopped moving. She called out to Derek and ran to him as the medics took Spencer into an ambulance. I unfroze myself and ran towards where they were taking him only to be stopped again by Emily.

“Emily, I need to be with him!” I had tunnel vision and felt myself diving into panic. Derek walked beside me with a limp and looked me in the eyes with an expression I had never seen on his face. 

“Y/N, you don't want to see him like that.” it was too late anyways. They had already started to drive away with him. I crumbled to the ground sobbing and ignored the blood on my hands and arms from the sharp glass digging into me. Emily sadly picked me up and walked me to a car. we drove towards Spencer in a haze and in that haze, I didn't even realize how I turned the new ring on my finger. Hoping. Praying that the man who gave it to me was still alive. 

Spencer~

When I came to, all of my senses were altered. I don't really know if I could call it being conscious other than the fact that there was a ringing in my head so intense I could feel pain. But that's really the only sense that was intact. I almost wish it wasn't. The pain was so bad it clouded all of my other senses and made them useless. I didn't know where I was or what had happened. All I knew was that I hurt, and I needed it to stop. The only thing that comforted me was that my thoughts never stopped. It's weird to have to focus on the fact that my mind was still working. But it was, at least in that one way. I could still order my thoughts. I could still picture things in my brain like the image of Y/N in that dress. Or that time last week when Emily brought in donuts and her face was covered in white powder. Or the other week when she went over to JJ’s house for dinner and she held Micheal the entire time on her lap so that JJ could eat.  Rule #3 of how we keep sane while working together is that we never leave the other alone. I remember why we made this rule as I lay wherever I lay picturing her face on the night we made these three rules. It was the same night that I had told her about Tobias Hankle. It was the same night she told me about a time when she was alone as well. We both had trauma. We both knew what it felt like to be alone. Completely and utterly alone. Like there was no one in the world who would even notice that you were drowning. But she noticed. She saw me drowning and reached a hand out to pull me up. It's because of her that I’m alive today. Or am I? The thing about the brain is that It’s so complex that we don't really know what happens when someone is dead, or unconscious. When humans are awake we only use 10% of our brains. But the funny thing is, when we are unconscious there is 80-90% of our brain that becomes suddenly available. And yet somehow, with all of that extra brainpower, I still can only think of one thing. One person.

Y/N~

When The doctors finally came to find me heaving and sobbing in the waiting room, they turned to Emily and Derek before me. JJ was beside me, a hand on my back trying to translate to me what they were saying. 

“He's out of surgery now, and we’re hopeful, but there was a lot of bleeding” 

“When will he wake up?” Emily and Derek continued the conversation as I stayed shell shocked in my chair.

“Well- i’m sorry, is that his fiancé?” she stopped before answering the question and gestured over to me. Derek nodded and the doctor came over to me and knelt at my feet.

“I'm very sorry about what happened to him. I know that this can be hard to understand but-”

“You still haven't answered the question” I looked up with red and puffy eyes.

“I know this is hard, but we need you to understand that it's not about when it's about if.” She proceeded to try and explain to me the extent of the damage that was done to his brain but saw that clearly I was not interested in hearing it, so she turned back to a nurse and told them to take me to his room. 

Spencer~

For days all I could do was hear. My eyes stayed shut and the pain continued. The ringing had started to subside just enough that I could even hear the quieter sounds from around the room I was in. Sometimes if Y/N fell asleep in the chair beside my bed I could hear her breathing, which calmed me. But mostly I heard her cries. The team came everyday, but she was the only one allowed to stay overnight. When they came at first they would try to cheer her up, bring her treats and coffee and attempt to convince her to eat something. But after about a week I think they started to lose faith in me. She didn't. She never did. The doctors and the team would come in and try to talk to her. They all tried to tell her that she needed to prepare herself. That maybe it was time. She never did. She fought for me. Every day. Today, the team came one by one, stopping by and trying to get her to eat, and leaving when she refused. She cried more than usual today, and I could feel her faith in me start to slip. But I also knew she wouldn't have to wait much longer. I knew a fair share of what was happening to me and I knew that once the ringing went away, more than likely I would wake up. And today, the ringing was barely a whisper. Out of nowhere it seemed she spoke to me.

“Spencer I love you.” With a shaky breath she continued.

“I need you to hear these vows just in case. Because even if you don't make it, I want you to know what I'm going to say on our wedding day, no matter how long I have to wait for it. The day that I told you my story I remember how quiet your apartment felt to me. For what felt like the first time in my life, the silence was because you listened. You held my hand and listened to me like no one ever had before. More than just listening to me, you believed me. When I showed you my scars you kissed each one of them and told me that I was beautiful. No one had ever done that before. For every problem that I helped you solve, you helped me solve ten, and I will be forever grateful that I got to see your beautiful mind first hand. The only regret that I have is that you've left me alone” her voice stopped and she placed her head on my chest before continuing.

“You promised me you would never leave my side” 

Y/N~ 

I cried on his chest and paused before saying it again

“You promised me i would never be alone!” there was a moment of silence before his hand came up on my back and I froze.

“And you never will be”

~~~~~~~

Back. 

[purplekiwis]

III - Mouthful of Pride (You’ve got a problem holding your tongue, and a strong hate for flavored syrup)

Listen to the Damaged Goods Spotify Playlist: Here

Series Masterlist: Here

Genre: Enemies to Lovers | College AU

Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Alcohol & Drug Use, Borderline Abusive Behavior

Wordcount: 6.5K

It was your first weekend away from home. And for the first time in your life you were actually upset that you didn’t have any school work to do. Because at least then you would’ve had something to distract you from the fact that you were alone. Well, alone for the day because Ameena was out to visit, according to her, one of the most remarkable silverware factories in the world with some of her classmates in order to scoop (mind the pun) some inside information for an essay they were working on.

The point is that you were bored to death.

As you refreshed Instagram for the tenth time in a row, a picture of Madison popped up in your feed. You instinctively double tapped it and kept scrolling down, but found yourself going back to take a look at her profile, something you hadn’t done in a quite while. You had been meaning to text her ever since you’d run into her at school the other day and she’d told you whenever you’re free, you should totally come hang out with me and the girls.

You had a feeling she’d only invited you to be polite, so you brushed off the topic to save her some slack... But the truth was that you missed her.

You missed the times you spent talking boys in your bedroom when she stayed over, the mornings she broke into your house and forced you to cycle with her to Bentrood Lake for a swim and the others when you swayed her into baking pancakes at 3am after a night out in the village, with the promise that you wouldn't tell on her night’s messy hookups…

But most of all, you missed having someone that you could tell everything to, while simultaneously having someone you never needed to tell anything to because she could read you like an open book.

You also hated seeing her gushing around with her new cool friends, even though you were completely aware that it was selfish of you to expect her reach out when you hadn’t made any efforts to reignite your friendship yourself… So you did, you texted her.

[You: Hi Maddie 🤗, how are you?]

[Maddie: Hi! 💖 I’m good, how are you? how was first week?]

[You: I’m good. It was alright, I’m a bit sore but I guess that’s on me for never sticking to my workout plans. WYD?]

[Maddie: Haha, you’ve always been a lazy ass.]

[Maddie: Me and the girls were heading out to get some icecream. Wanna join?🍦😋]

[You: thanks but I don’t want to butt in on you and your friends 😔]

[Maddie: Don’t be silly 🤨]

[Maddie: It will be fun!! and the icecream is bomb!]

You dropped your phone on your stomach and looked up at the ceiling as you contemplated her offer. Going out with a bunch of popular girls you didn’t know wasn’t exactly how you’d planned to rekindle your friendship with your long lost best friend, since that was definitely a little out of your comfort zone… but fuck, you really could do with some icecream right now.

[You: Is it better than those mango swirlies from Sugar Plum’s?]

[Maddie: You and I both know nothing could ever compare to Sugar Plum’s, but I swear they’re good! And they have those yogurt things you like.]

[You: Froyos??? 😱😱😱]

[Maddie: Yeah, those! 🤮🤮]

[You: Alright I’ll go, but only because you made me crave some. 🙄]

[Maddie: Yayyyy! 🤗 The place is called Golden Sea. It’s on the boardwalk by the lighthouse. We’re already at the beach but we can come pick you up if you’d like.]

[You: I’m fine. 😅 Just send me the location and I’ll meet you there.]

You pulled off your leggings and t-shirt and stuffed yourself inside a pair of annoyingly tight jeans and a flowey summer blouse. You thought about putting on makeup, but ended up deciding that it wasn’t worth the effort just to go get icecream. So you just brushed your hair, applied some moisturizer and in under ten minutes were out the door.

You regretted it though. As soon as you walked inside the shop and saw the group of girls you came to hang out with.

They were all in their bikini tops and high-waisted shorts that emphasized their tanned, perfectly waxed legs. Their nails looked freshly manicured and their hair was wavy and pretty from the sea water. You were about to make a quick U-Turn and go back to your dorm to change into something more appropriate when Madison spotted you and waved at you.  

And if it wasn't bad enough that you were about to meet Madison and her mermaid friends looking like a whole different type of sea creature, as you made your way inside you noticed a couple of familiar faces sitting at one of the tables to your right. 

Walking past their table you mumbled a shy “Hi” and waved your hand at Everlee, that was already looking at you with a big smile on her face and waving enthusiastically. You saw Harry looking up to check on who she was waving to, but as soon as his eyes laid on you he looked the other way and carried on talking with the boy sitting across from him. How fucking rude. After you placed your order, you went to sit at the table that one of Madison’s friends had picked... And unfortunately the seat that they had left for you was the one that bounded you to directly face Harry and Everlee.

But before you could even begin to appreaciate their couple chemistry, Madison pulled your attention back to your own table. “Where do you even know her from?”  She pried, seeming genuinly intrigued and perhaps even a little resentful about your familiarity with Everlee that she was only now finding out about.

“Who?” You asked, finding it hard to focus on her question while there was a much more interesting scene unfolding in front of you. “Oh! Right…” You said, finally snapping out of it. “She walked me home the other night after the party.” 

“She walked you?” Madison squinted. “Why? I thought she wasn’t in The Commission…”

“She’s not. But she was with her boyfriend.”

“You mean Harry?”

“Yeah… isn’t he her boyfriend?” You regretted asking that question as soon as you felt Madison’s intriguing gaze. You could tell she was suspicious that your question held a little more than just curiosity, so you quickly brushed off the topic. “Do you guys know her? She seems pretty cool.”

“Oh no honey, she’s not cool… We don’t like her.” One of the girls, Bailey, promptly informed, picking up the lone cherry on top of her icecream and bitterly placing it between her teeth.

“Oh, you don’t? Why not?”

“Because she’s a whore.” Bailey spat. Her malice filled eyes drifting towards their table before she carried on. “She has practically fucked every guy in school. Not the mention the ones from outside school… She spreads herself for literally anyone.”

“Hum, okay…” You shook your head, bewildered. “But like... that’s kind of her business, isn’t it? It’s not really our place to judge what she does with her body.” You proposed, taking the first spoon to your mouth as you tried to reason with her.

“I think it’s everyone’s business when she walks around dressed like that. No wonder she has such good grades... I bet she really does blow the teachers away, if you know what I mean.”  Bailey implied, making an innapropriate gesture that made the whole table laugh, but left you with a far worst impression of her than the one you had of the bubbly girl sipping on a strawberry milkshake just a few feet from you.

“I find that a bit… mean to say.” Bailey sighed loudly, annoyed at your political correctness. “Just forget it! I wasn’t expecting you to get it, at least not until...” She stopped abruptly and her eyes fell on the chocolate icecream that she had yet to eat a spoon out of. You peeked at her face expecting her to look sad, but all there was to see was hatred. “Nevermind.”

“She messed around with a guy you liked, didn’t she?” "Yes! How did you know?" She lifted her head to look at you, seeming genuinely shocked by your question. You wondered if she was really that oblivious to the fact that her face was a dead giveaway of what was going on in her mind or if she was really that good at faking stupid.

"Because you’re acting bitter.”

“Well, you would too if your 8 month boyfriend dumped you for an easy-fuck.”

“Maybe...” You interposed. “but I think I would be more upset at the boy than at her. After all, he was the one that chose to leave… Unless she was your friend, then that’s fucked up.”

“My friend?” She scoffed. “Please… I would never relate to people of such low-level.” “Look, I get it. You don’t like her. And you have all the right not to. However, I still don’t see how calling her a whore could make things any better…” “Let’s see how you feel about that once it happens to you.” “Sorry to break it up to you but I don’t think I’ll ever change my views on empowering women because of some guy.” What started out as a casual discussion was slowly turning into a heated one and you were starting to lose your cool at the constant sexist remarks. Luckily, Madison noticed the way you were clenching your fists over the table before Bailey did, so she lightly kicked your foot and widened her eyes at you in a silent plead to zip it. “Girls, don’t mind her! She’s always been a very opinionated chick, haven’t you Y/N?” She jokingly asked, in a tone that was definitely too cheerful to be genuine. You answered her with a poorly disguised fake smile. “Is that a bad thing?” You spat back and took a spoonful of Froyo to your mouth. Hoping it's coolness would help calm your hot-temper.

“Only if the rest of your opinions are as wrong as the one you just shared.” One of the other girls intervened, clearly butt-hurt by the way you’d called out her friend. You remained silent, realizing there was no point in picking a fight with another girl you were definitely not interested in hanging out with again. Besides, the Froyo was actually amazing and you’d much rather be eating it than running your mouth to stupid people.

As you did, absentmindedly your gaze shifted away from the girls and fell on the group sitting at the next table again. A silent gasp left your body, when your eyes landed on what you could only describe as one of the most horrifying things you’d ever seen in your life. You wondered how you hadn’t noticed it before... Since judging by it’s appearance it had to have been sitting there for the past ten minutes… and yet, it’s sugary, unnaturally colored glory remained practically unfazed.

You watched attentively as a gooey droplet slid down the edge of the cup and hit the table top, leaving behind a waxy looking trail. Your face scrunched up when the unmistakeable smell reached your nostrils. You could practically taste it on your tongue, something that made your throat involuntarily clench. You’d obviously seen it before and to be frank, it had never really bothered you… In fact, there was only one particular detail about the whole thing that was making it horribly disconcerting… It was the fact that it was poured on top of a pile of orangey clouds of deliciousness and carefully cut pieces of kiwi, strawberry and mango!

You cought yourself on the verge of throwing a look of disgust at the employer standing behind the counter, because there was no way that serving that to a costumer didn’t break, at least, five of the Food Safety Regulations. But you managed to control yourself… After all, it wasn’t even that poor woman’s fault… He’d asked for it himself! And that, you decided, was the nastiest aspect about the whole situation.

Your eyes drifted back up to Harry’s face, so you could silently judge him once he ate another mouthful of the frozen gunk. However your actions were taken aback by the fact that he was staring back at you. 

As your eyes met his defiant ones, he raised an eyebrow at you inquisitively.  S.O.S. Abort mission! I repeat, abort mission!   You shamefully drifted your gaze back to your own Froyo, that during that short time span had somehow morphed into puddle of yogurt and chocolate syrup with a couple of floating raspberries peeking at the surface. “You want to get a picture or something?” You felt withdrawn by his question, even though you had already been half-expecting it from the moment you realized he’d been aware of your mindless oggling. “I wasn’t looking at you.”

“Really?” He exaggeratedly glanced behind him, already knowing that there would be no one sitting there. “Is there a ghost behind me or what?”

“I was just staring at your dessert to be honest.” “I’ll happily get you one if it means you’ll stop staring at me like a creep.” “Your poor taste in toppings is kinda hard to overpass, you know?” You sneered at the cup. “I mean... Mint flavored syrup on top of an Orange Froyo? It’s obscene!” “I’m the one eating it, so why do you care?” “I don’t.” You picked up your spoon and rechanneled your energy into crumbling apart the soggy raspberries left in your cup. Willing to let go of the ridiculous argument you were now having with the mint syrup loving phychopath sitting just a few feet away.

“You’re not even gonna say sorry?” He challenged again once he realized you were done speaking.

“The only thing I’m sorry for are your low-quality taste buds.” You mumbled to yourself, loud enough for him to hear you. “You know,” He rested his elbows over the tabletop, leaning forward. “You should seriously consider getting laid more often to fix that pissy attitude of yours.” “Uau! You’re one to talk, aren’t you?” You spat at him, but Madison broke you out of your rage fueld trance by kicking you under the table, a lot harder than last time. “Ow!” You complained, turning your attention back to her. “What was that for?”

“What’s the matter with you today? Chill out!” She hissed, so that they couldn’t make up what she was saying. “He’s your superior. you can’t talk to him like that!”

You scoffed at her observation. “Come on now, you can’t be serious… I’m not going to suck up to whatever just because. Not to mention that last time I checked we were at an icecream shop, not at a Praxis event, so he’s not my superior anything.”

“If you’re got going to apologize, the least you could do is suck it up!” Madison chastised. “Acting all frivolous is only gonna get you on his bad side and you’re going to regret it when they start coming for you! Besides you’re making us look bad by being here sitting with you.” “Oh! So you’re embarassed of me now? Is that what this is about?” “Well, you’re being irrational and acting stupid.” “You know what? You’re right! I shouldn’t have come... I don’t want to embarass you in front of your friends.” You got up from your seat and stormed out of the shop. When you walked past Harry’s table he made eye contact with you and obnoxiously licked a stripe up his spoon, but you paid him no mind. You were too far in your head about what Madison had said to waste another minute with an uncivilized braggart with poor taste.

You were already starting to feel the tears pricking at your eyes when you heard rushed footsteps behind you and a voice you knew all too well calling your name, you ignored it and quickned your pace, but it wasn’t long until you felt a hand reach of your shoulder. “Go back to your friends Madison! I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Stop it Y/N, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” You stopped walking and pivoted on your foot, so you were facing her. “I think you did.” You said, quickly turning back around and continuing your walk. You heard shuffling behind you, making you aware that she was still following you.

“Come on, you know me! It just came out because I was mad, you know I didn’t mean it.”  You stopped walking, realizing that she wasn’t going to give up until you talked to her. Something you were glad for, because you’d have been ever madder if she didn’t come after you, and she knew that as well. “Do I? I mean what the hell Madison? You’re calling girls ‘whore’ now and shaming people for their clothes? Quite hypocritical coming from the girl that used to be so proud of her ever-growing fuck list.”

“Thing’s have changed Y/N.” She whispered down. “I don’t do that anymore.” “So? It doesn’t mean that you have the right to shame other people just because they have different ways of living their lives.” She sighed deeply before she spoke. “Look, I know you don’t get it but things are different here, okay? I did what I had to do in order to fit in and get inside that goddamn sorority. Do you think the girls don’t sleep around just as much as Lee does? Of course they do! It’s not about that. People move in groups here, if they decide they don’t like someone, then you don’t get to like them either. Trust me, you don’t want to be the odd one out Y/N.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” “It means- by all means, get yourself inside a good group, get a good mentor and don’t fuck it up just because you’re stubborn.” “And what exactly represents a ‘good group’ Madison? A Sorority?” You scoffed. “Please…”

“I know Sororities may be shit, but if there’s one thing they take seriously is sisterhood and that’s a big deal for me… You’ll find out that loyalty is something you don’t find easily around here, but these girls? They’ll do anything for eachother.” “Like what? Bully eachother’s enemies while enjoying some icecream on a sunny afternoon? Cause so far that’s all I’ve seen them do.” “You’re being condescending and judging too soon.” “Am I? I think I’ve seen enough.” She shook her head and sighed again. “You really haven’t changed, have you?” You simply shrugged, not really sure what she meant by that. “Okay look, I’m going to be honest with you… When I invited you today I was actually planning on warming you up to the girls.” Your jaw dropped. “So that perhaps you could, you know… join the Sorority one day.” 

Your bewildered expression was enough of an answer for her, and you didn’t fail to notice the way her head dropped to avoid showcasing her dissapointment as she carried on with her speech. “I don’t think it was a very good start but I'm willing to talk them into giving you another chance. I mean, if you’d like that… I would really like to have you there.”

“No offence but I would rather die than join a Sorority.” You said with full honesty. There was no point in trying to sugarcoat the truth from Madison anyway.

She nodded her head. “I was already expecting you to say that.” She chuckled, but there was a certain sadness in her expression. “But I guess it was worth the try anyway...”

“So I don’t get to be friends with you unless I join?” It was a silly question that you knew the answer to, but you wanted to hear her say it out loud.

“You’ll always be my best friend Y/N. Nothing could ever change that… And you don’t have to worry okay? I get it. I love my sisters but I also know that they can be Regina George level bitches sometimes.” You couldn’t help to break a smile at the seriousness she uttered that sentence with and she laughed along with you.

“You’ll aways be my best friend too.” You confessed, reaching out your hand to pick at the washed-out rainbow bracelet on her wrist. Similar to the one you carried in your own. It was childish and you knew it, but it made you happy to know that she was still holding on to it like you were. “But on all seriousness Y/N...” She held your hand and started playing with your fingers, a stress relieving habit she’d developed many years ago and you’d always let her do it, even when your fingers started to get numb “Whatever you do, don’t miss the events, go to parties, meet people… The more familiar you are with the people around you the better. But keep in mind that not everyone that smiles at you is your friend. Don’t trust everything you see.”

“Why does everyone keep acting like there’s something shady going on?”

“Well, because-” She stopped talking abruptly at the sound of girls squealing close by. You found yourself unconsciously winced at the noise, while Madison remained as serene as ever. You almost felt sorry for the fact that she had somehow grown so familiar with their pitchy squeals that they didn’t even bother her anymore.

“Hey Madison!” Bailey called from the other side of the road, waving her car keys and signaling the small yellow fiat parked near the entrance of the icecream shop. “We’re going to the mall. Are you still coming or what?”   

You could tell Madison was conflicted when you noticed her shifty stares between you and the girls. As you predicted, she ended up settling for them. “Um… I have to go but we’ll talk soon, okay? I promise.” She mumbled apologetically. “Remember what I said, okay? And if you happen to have a change of heart about the other thing…” 

“Don’t get your hopes up. I won’t change my mind.” “Fucking hell! I’d almost forgotten how stubborn you are!”

“Um… Maddie… I’m not trying to rush you or anything but I think your friends are about to take off without you. They look pretty pissed.” “Oh please! They wouldn’t dare…” She said convincedly, as one of the girls tapped on a non-existent watch on her wrist to urge her to hurry up. “But you’re right, I guess I should probably get going.” She concurred, leaning in just so that she could hug you goodbye. “I’ll see you soon.”

As she left, you stood still for a moment. Observing the way her light blonde hair flew around as she jumpy walked across the boardwalk on her way to the car, where her friends awaited her arrival with impatience written all over their faces. “Oh and by the way…” She yelled, swaying her body so that she could face you one last time before she reached the car. “I’m pretty sure he’s single.” 

You immediately felt your face heat under her knowing gaze, something that didn’t go unnoticed by her. “That- that’s not… I don’t…” Your stuttering only led her on more, laughing and winking at you as she climbed in the backseat of the car with a mischievous grin on her face. You turned around sheepishly, cursing at yourself for ever thinking that it was a good thing that she knew you better than you knew yourself.

It was only the second week and rituals were already starting to feel like hell. Especially once you started to picture all the school work you weren’t doing in order to be there, pilling up on your desk.

And if it wasn't bad enough that three days a week your routine now included hours and hours of learning and practicing senseless musical numbers and dance routines thoughout the night to prepare for the annual parade, lately people seemed particularly eager to gossip and share their opinions on the members of the Commission during the breaks. What lead to where you were now. Sat with your ass on the concrete at 10PM on a Monday with a borrowed cheap cigarette locked in between your lips, listening to four of your classmates praise the looks of one of the most irritating boys you’d ever met.

“Francesca said he was totally giving her the eyes last night. I heard she made a bet with someone that she would have gotten in his pants by the end of the semester.”

“Do you reckon? I heard he gets around quite a bit but I would be surprised if he was into her. She doesn’t seem like his type.” “How do you even know what is type is?” “I don’t. But guys like him always have a type… and I don’t think she’s his type.” “You’re only saying that because you’d rather you were his type.” “Damn right I would.”

They broke into a fit of laughter, but you were too far in your head thinking about all the productive things you’d rather be doing to even bother to pretend you were in the same page they were. And don’t get me wrong, you never considered yourself to be one of those overly organized productive people. To be honest, you were quite the procrastinator yourself. But this was a total waste of your time, and even you could see that.

“What about you Y/N? You’ve been so quiet... Why don’t you share with the class what you think of Sir Harry?” Sophia asked, lightly kicking your foot to get your attention.

“Because I don’t have anything nice to say.” You said, taking another drag on the cigarette that honestly tasted like shit and was making you feel lightheaded.

“What do you mean?”

“I think he has his head stuck up into his own ass.”  You promptly answered, making them shift all of their attention to you.

“Oh?” They unwittingly harmonized. “Why do you say that?”

“He’s rude, he’s conceited and he obviously thinks he’s better than everyone else.”

They got quiet for a moment, exchanging looks of bewilderment in between them. “But don’t you think he’s hot though?” Vanessa asked, and you took the cue to eye him. He was sat across the field, engaged in a bubbly conversation with the other members of the Commission. It was weird seeing him smile and have fun with his friends, he didn’t even look like the person that you grew to despise. The boy you were staring at looked nice and approachable... you even dare to say he looked… cute?!

But you weren’t about to admit that to a group of horny college girls that you barely knew. “I think he needs a trim. His ends are split.”

It didn’t take longer than week for you to finally come to realize what the reason for the sudden urge to blab around was. It turned out that it had all been purposefully incited by a couple of moles that had been pretending to be freshmen so they could collect all the dirty laundry going around between the new students, especially the one regarding their opinions on the members of the Commission. And as you can probably imagine they weren’t exactly the most civil, respectful and appreciative opinions... So yes, you were all punished for it. And it was awful. By the time the sun was setting on the horizon, you had lost complete sense of time. You had no idea if you had been doing your punishment for two hours or thirty minutes. All you knew was that any time you tried to do another push-up, your arms started to tremble uncontrollably and you ended up collapsing at all force against the concrete. It wasn’t painful at first... But each time your body met the ground, it caved in a little more and the scratches on you skin burned a little deeper. It took a particularly hard fall for you to finally give into your exhaustion. You knew you could’ve given up or let yourself have a break like some of your colleagues had already done, but the persistence of a particular pair of green eyes on your figure was what was stopping you from doing it. The last thing you wanted was for him to see you break. You let your head fall along with your body and shut down your eyes, taking comfort in the warm and grainy nature of the surface beneath you. You knew it was bound to mark the plushy skin of your face, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not when you were on the verge of passing out right then and there. But then you saw a glimpse of a shadow above you.  Lazily, you opened one of your eyes to peek at whatever it was that was disturbing your peacefulness... When you spotted a certain familiar pair of black leather boots in front of your face, you immediately lifted up your head, looking up at the snotty demon towering over you. “Get up.” Harry’s tone was sharp and commanding, but instead of complying right away, you just stared at him with defiant eyes. Showcasing your displeasure at the fact that he had the audacity of bothering you while you were in such an ungrateful condition already. “It’s an order.” He pressured. You snorted. Due to the deadness of your legs, one of your knees faltered as you slowly got back on your feet. Causing you to momentarily lose your balance. “Don’t touch me!” You grumbled hastily, noticing the way his arms twitched hesitantly to catch you if you fell. As if you’d ever rely on him for support... might as well just dive face first on the concrete already! “I wasn’t going to.” Harry counterclaimed, crossing his arms in front of his chest instead. “So…” He started smugly. “Is there any other grooming advice you would like to share?” He asked provocatively, but you chose to remain quiet and focus the little strenght you had left on trying to keep your body up. When faced with your silence he leaned closer and spoke again. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Not so brave when I can hear you, are ya?” You knew that for the sake of your exhausted body it would’ve been wiser to just shut up for once, and had it been somebody else in his place, that would’ve been exactly what you would’ve done... but Harry, for some reason, had an outstanding way of getting on your nerves that made it impossible for you not to contest his prodding. “Actually, now that you mention it. I would also like to suggest an anti-grease shampoo.” “What?” The way he gasped at your audacity was enough to make worthy any consequences that may come from your snappy retort. And you had to look down and roll your lips inwords to supress the urge to laugh in his face. From the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of movement and for a brief second, you thought that he was leaving. You realized you should’ve known better when you felt him, quite literally, breathing down your neck. “Say that again, I fucking dare you.” He defied, barely above a whisper. You hated the way his voice was giving you goosebumps all over your body. “I said…” You started, but he cut you off immediately. “Shut the fuck up!” He shouted in your ear, making you squirm and drawing everyone’s attention to the both of you. He glanced back, realizing that everyone was unapolagetically staring out of pure curiosity. “Keep your eyes to yourselves!” He shouted at them, and his voice held so much power that you could almost swear you saw the trees trembling at the sound of it. “Knees to the floor, now!” They all promptly obeyed, and you felt obligated to as well, not because you were scared of Harry’s temperamental tantrum, but because you felt terrible that he was punishing everyone because of something you said. “You really are unbelievably selfish aren’t you?” Harry questioned. You realized his body was facing you again when you spotted his knees in front of your face. You watched them bend down as he crouched to be face to face with you again. “You know your colleagues are drained as shit and yet you feel just fine that they’re about to get punished for something you did. Giving them the works just because you can’t be bothered to keep your mouth shut. You’re a fucking embarassment of a person.”  You couldn’t fight the tear that rolled down your face as soon as he got up and walked to the front row so that he could face the mass of bodies kneeled on the ground. “Just so you know… I was actually about to desmiss you, but little miss thingy over there decided to fuck it up so now you’re all gonna pay for it.” He said, walking back and forth between rows as he spoke “I’m actually not really feeling push-ups today… seems a bit tame for the occasion. How do we feel about burpees guys?” He asked to the present veterans and crows that looked absolutely thrilled about the whole situation. “Yeah? How about we start with 100?” Some people cheered and others tried to provoke him into raising the number, but he chose to ignore them.  You were mortified at the unfair treatment that he was giving to your colleages. And your uneasiness didn’t get overlooked by him, matter of fact, you could tell that he was aware that he had just found your Achilles heel, and he was more than happy to jab in it. What he wasn’t counting with was how reckless and bullheaded you could actually be. “Stop it okay? I’ll take the punishment! I’ll take all of it!” You shouted at him, before he could finish his countdown. He looked back at you, with glint of amusement in his eyes and two fingers still in the air. “Excuse me? Did you say something?” “What I said to you, it was personal.” You blabbered. “It’s not their fault! They shouldn’t pay for it.” Words just kept pouring out of your mouth incenssantly as you spoke.“I’ll take the punishment in their place! All of it.”  He clicked his tongue and shruged his shoulders nonchalantly. “Should’ve thought about that before opening your mouth, shouldn’t you?” “Wait, wait, wait…” Declan interrupted, approaching Harry and patting him on the back. “H, I think this could turn out to be fun.” “Fun?” He scoffed, with a look of utter disgust. “Are you mental? There are about 100 freshman here...” “And what? You think that honey-bunch over there can’t deal with 10 000 burpees by herself?” Wait... 10 000?! Maybe you should’ve done the maths on this before you spoke. You rolled your eyes at the use of the objectionable pet name. “What does everyone think?” Declan asked to the older students present. Some of them shrugged and other cheered along. “Now that’s something I’d really like to see for myself...” “That’s too much for one person.” Harry said, sparing you a disguised glance. “Besides they’re a team, all for one has always been our motto. There’s no reason to start changing it now...”   “Why does it have to be all for one and not one for all? You asked, recklessly stepping in on their conversation. “No one asked for your opinion. Shut it.” You opened your mouth to retort but Harry cut you off straight away. “I said stay out of it Y/N. This is none of your business.” Your mind was racing a mile a minute. Did he just call you by name? How did he even know your name? Did he ask around? Has he been talking about you? Has he been hate stalking you on his free times? SO MANY QUESTIONS AND SO LITTLE ANSWERS!!! “Aw, look at him… getting all defensive...” Declan cooed mockingy. “Guys, if I didn’t know any better, I would say our H has a soft spot for the freshman.”  Everyone laughed. Except Harry who was blushing redder than a tomato… and you were right there with him, looking away from the scene to avoid drawing anyone’s attention to your dangerously heated cheeks. “If there’s one thing I’m defending it’s the values of the Praxis. Remember? The ones you tend to forget when they become too inconvinent for your liking.” Harry talked back at Declan. You couldn’t not notice the way he was carving his own nails on the flesh of his palm. The anger in his face reminiscing you back to the night he walked you home. “Oh... he’s getting feisty now.” Declan teased further, and Harry yanked his arm away. You could tell the redness on his face was more than just flushing now, he was starting to get seriously irritated at Declan’s provocations, possibly one sly remark away from punching him in the face. “She’s the one who suggested it, what wrong could it do? You don’t have to be so uptight all the time man. Chill out!” He said, grabbing onto his mate’s shoulders and shaking him playfully. That did little to nothing to ease him. “She’s just acting up. She doesn’t mean it.” Harry stated. And you felt everyone’s eyes landing on you... right as you were awkwardly shifting your bodyweight from one leg to the other. “Freshman,” Declan called, rushing in your direction and resting his arm over your shoulders like he’d previously done to Harry. “Tell us, in all honesty, did you really mean what you said or were you just acting up?” You weren’t oblivious to the way Harry was sternly looking at you, but you chose to ignore him and keep true to your word, even though there might be a small truth to his statement. Not that you would ever admit to that anyway. “I meant everything I said.”  “See… She meant it!” Declan simpered, letting go of you and walking back to his original position next to Harry, who was frantically chewing on his gum and staring at you with a very unpleased expression on his face. “Alright. Let’s vote it out, then.” Harry decided at last. “Who’s in favor of punishment for all?” Part of the group raised their hands, him included. He swiftly counted all the hands and carried on. You had a feeling that he had forgotten to count with himself, but it wasn’t like it was going to make much difference anyway... “And who’s in favor of the individual punishment?” He asked, and the majority of the group raised their hand. “Great then.” He ludicrously said, turning back to the freshmen. “I suppose you’re all dismissed then.” As the freshmen left, so did most of the crows and veterans that had been assisting the rituals,  some of them offering you pitiful looks as they passed you by. There were only about forty people left waiting to see what was about to happen. Ameena volunteered to stay behind and keep you company, but you assured her that you were fine and that she should go home. As you were standing there by yourself, you noticed Harry collecting his belongings. Was he… Going somewhere?! He put his sunglasses on and began shuffling around on his backpack, picking up what you assumed to be his car keys. When he noticed you standing there like an idiot, he chuckled lightly. “Tomorrow, after the night rehersal.”  Some people sitting in the balcony booed at him, clearly upset that they had stayed behind for nothing. He shushed them and carried on walking to his car, opening the back door and throwing his stuff over the seats before he sat down on the driver’s seat. You were frowning at him, waiting for some sort of explanation, at least. He didn’t give you one, so you gave up and started walking to the dorms. To your surprise, as he drove past you, he slowed and rolled his window down. “You should be thanking me, you know? You’re weak; were probably going to pass out right away if I’d let you do it now.” He briefly justified his choice. Before you could come up with a good retort he had already hit the pedal and driven away. God I hope he crashes… presumptuous dickhead! Chapter IV