#you come into MY ask box and harass me FISH FRIENDS?

[crimsononiarataki-archive]

"Ah, it's not a big deal anymore. It hasn't happened in months."

Despite how boisterous he could be, the Oni was being surprisingly quiet all things considered. It was likely out of respect for Kyokai, since the other male was blind and the Oni was aware of the other senses being increased due to the loss of one sense. Or, so he read, anyway.

"It's alright, Kyo. I'm not worried about it, I've not done anything to warrant being attacked by beans."

He'd not really been in Hanamizuka for some time now, which wasn't too shocking since he'd been out and about with his gang. They'd been helping some of the areas that had been hit hard by Kairagi and Treasure Hoarders. While his boys couldn't really do much in the way of fighting, they were good at distracting the groups so the Oni and Shinobu could dispatch the enemies. Sure, it didn't pay much but they were typically given small baskets of produce, even if more than half of it was typically bruised. They didn't really care it was food and it could be cooked.

"Yeah, I know there's a few there but they're not too common, unless a storm is coming or recently hit. Or so I hear..."

He went a bit quieter mostly because he'd spotted one of the people who liked harassing him, which likely meant his friends were around. He'd inadvertently grip Kyokai's hand tighter but it would only be for a moment before the Oni's hold would return to how it'd been while he was relaxed and leading Kyokai to the kimono shop. He'd given the smaller male his word, he was an Oni of his word, therefore the other male was going to get to the kimono shop safely, then find something to eat while waiting for it to be repaired.

"Most of the time we don't even do anything bad, Kyo. It's just harmless fun and we don't steal anythin'. Not anymore, we didn't have much of a choice in the past though... not my proudest moments for sure."

Of course, the Oni and his gang never took ALL the food when they stole stuff, they'd take enough to eat a meal, then they'd scrounge through the various boxes and stuff scattered around the area they were staying in. Sometimes they got a good haul, other times, not so much. They all also learned how to fish which made eating that much easier. He'd once again lift his free hand and then slide it through as much of his hair as he could. He wasn't going to pick up the pace so they could evade the bean throwers, since he'd not done anything he hoped they'd just leave him alone.

"As for your eyes? They kind of remind me of what the ocean looks like at night during a storm, they're grey but there's also a slight bit of pink in there too."

The Oni's face would once more flush and if Kuki was watching him, she'd be seeing all his flustered reactions to Kyokai's words. He'd wind up rubbing the back of his neck and chuckling softly. He was more certainly NOT used to compliments, and if Kyokai could see him? He'd know that without question.

"You.. you uh, like my name huh? Thanks. Nobody other than Granny Oni has ever told me they liked my name, or described it like that really..."

He knew he was strong, he was an Oni, they were known for their strength, but he'd never been told his name sounded kindhearted before, it made his heart feel funny, though it only lasted a moment, not anything more than that. At least his hands weren't getting sweaty, because that would be HARD to explain. Mostly because the Oni wouldn't have any idea WHY it happened in the first place.

"Oh yeah, I know this is kinda out of the blue and all, but do you happen to have a place to crash at? Cause if not, my gang and I will happily let you stay with us!"

The Oni would swing their joined hands for a moment before he stopped, mostly because he wasn't sure why he'd done the action in the first place at all. It seemed almost childish, but not quite? He wasn't too sure how to describe it or think about it. Not at all. It was fine though, he could ask Kuki later. She'd know, she was one of the smartest people he knew after all. She knew a LOT and he had a feeling she'd know what caused him to do such a thing.

"Well, if there's somethin' you wanna try let me know and I can take you to the best place to get it!"

He'd be grinning again, though his cheeks would still be awash with quite a pretty shade of pink that had darkened to almost be akin to the markings on his cheeks. It was probably a good thing Kyokai couldn't see his face, but also maybe not?

"There's a place you can get a drink called 'Dango Milk' and I've heard it's good. Never tried it though, y'know, bean allergy and all that. It's made with soy milk I think. I'd rather not risk it."

He'd chuckle, still set on completely ignoring the people likely whispering behind the two, about how they were going to attack the Oni with a lot of beans to 'make up for lost time'. He'd never once retaliated, not as a kid, a teen, or young adult either. There was no reason for him to do so. He lived among the humans as a Crimson Oni after all.

"There's also a place you can sit down and enjoy some nice dishes, it's call Uyuu Restaurant. They serve various rice dishes, vegetable dishes, meat dishes. If you can think of it, they likely have it on the menu. They even have some Liyue dishes, only reason I know that is because I went there a few months ago. Shortly after the Sakoku Decree was lifted. It was great!"

@stella-ignis-rosea

His eyes widened, he knew Oni’s were allergic to beans but he didn’t know some people would throw some at the Oni, it was cruel…to see how far people’s prejudice goes it was sad to hear that it goes to a cruel level. People can be cruel to those they know nothing about or hardly understand…if only they’d open their minds just to see that what they misunderstood. His words still stand…it’s why kyo doesn’t really care about what people tell him…and those who give him their true kindness? They are more valuable and worth his more of his time than assholes really

“How cruel….to think they’d go that far as to take advantage of your allergy…that goes way too far…”

He says as he frowned softly, it was cruel, he does hope they were arrested for such crimes, it could kill him one day if no one stops this cruelty. The poor Oni was so nice going out of his way to help him to the city and even saved his life…! Why would people go this far is beyond him and saddening

He tilts his head once Itto starts talking about the Naku Weeds, now that he mentions it he does often times hear buzzing along with the concentration of electro in the air, that must be what’s making the vibrations so confusing for his senses

“Naku Weeds? So that’s the buzzing I keep hearing! Definitely does a good job messing with my sense of direction I’ll give it that, oh? My eyes? Out of curiosity what do blind eyes look like? No ones ever told me”

He asked curiously, Itto says he may not be smartest around but so far Kyo is thinking otherwise, to know how to tell when someone’s blind and to know what Naku Weed does to someone who’s senses are sensitive? He doubts the average person would know that, Kyo didn’t and it almost costed him.

The albino smiles softly, as he held his hand walking on their way as he gave a nod,

“Yes I have, and that’s what I thought honestly, just harmless people having some fun and trying to get others to have fun as well…I don’t see that as troublesome really….ive seen troublesome mischief and that dear Itto, isn’t it…”

He told him with a smile on his face, what he says is true, troublesome mischief is more so reckless pranks and sometimes making fun of someone. Sometimes people get hurt from that, for example if someone replaced someone’s shampoo with hair dye or an apple with a painted fake item for people to buy, that’s troublesome mischief in Kyo’s eyes. And from what he hears? Itto just wants people to have fun around him and have a good time…

His eyes widens as he hears Itto saying he likes his name, it made his heart buzzing with joy as it’s a name someone important to his life gave him, and he went by that name abandoning his birthgiven name and surname

“That makes me happy to hear, honestly I don’t mind if you call me Kyo, I’m just glad you like my name, you have a nice name too you know…strong sounding and yet so kindhearted”

He told him as he thinks about food like Itto mentioned, he was hungry but he still wants to treat Itto a thank you for what he’s done and what he’s doing, he doesn’t wanna let the Oni go without a thank you at all

“I heard the food is amazing there, honestly, I tried the food at Ritou and it was really good! So I’m excited to try some at inazuma city”

@crimsononiarataki

[apocalypticgargoyle]

Dream smut or fluff where reader and him are high key mean to eachotjer despite having so many mutual friends, but then something (very vague i know I’m sorry) makes them have to get close and the develop feelings? Sorry I’m shit at requests but thank you!!!

i know this is shitty im sorry akjsdh bls forgive me

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± warnings: dream being a dick, slight slut shaming, toxic behavior, vulgar/suggestive mentions and language, sexual harassment on a bus (not by dream, you can breathe)

⋆ song recommendation: When the Night is Over by Lord Huron

You pulled a blanket beneath your chin, yawning slightly at whatever the tv was playing. You only had it on in an attempt to drown out the noises coming from your roommate's bedroom as she smoozed her date. You were honestly shocked the two hadn’t moved in together yet with all the time they spent wrapped up.

Her door opened, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of you sprawled out on the couch. He marched toward you quietly, hovering over your shoulder. You peered up at her hesitantly. “What are you watching?” She asked, voice barely above a whisper. You furrowed your brows, opening your mouth to speak but she hurriedly cut you off. “Do you mind watching it at Nick’s instead?”

You raised your eyebrows. “You’re kicking me out again?” She gave you an apologetic smile, making you roll your eyes as you stood up and pulled on your jacket. “This would hurt less if they also paid rent,” you mumbled, with a small glare.

She thanked you repeatedly, holding onto your arm as you gathered what little belongings you needed for the night. “I promise I’ll make it up to you,” she courted, opening the door for you. “Tomorrow, dinner’s on me okay?” You sent her a tired look and she apologized again. She stopped you as you stepped out into the cold night, leaning through the space between the door and the frame. “Maybe you can cozy up to that Clay guy? You guys have such a good vibe,” she mocked, making you chuckle lightly.

You shook your head, waving to her. “Enjoy your night. Please, for the love of God, clean the bathroom afterward,” you called, hearing her laugh at your statement.

The bus ride was quiet due to the time of night and the weather, both of which you didn’t mind. You knew Nick’s house would be warm and loud. Before you knew it, you found yourself in front of his apartment door, kicking at the concrete ground as you heard someone stumbling to let you inside. The door opened swiftly, Clay’s large frame blocking the light from the kitchen. He leaned against the doorframe mockingly as he looked at you.

He wet his lips. “Who’s the lucky guy tonight?” He joshed.

You rolled your eyes, brushing past his body to get out of the cold. “Whoever’s dick you’re not sucking, I guess,” you quipped back, making him laugh darkly. You kicked off your shoes as he shut the door. “Where’s Sapnap?” You asked, shrugging off your jacket. You’d texted him ahead of time to ask if you could stay over, which he readily agreed to.

Clay sent you a smug look. “You guys have a fun night planned?” He made a gesture with his hand to insinuate you were there to give Nick a handjob.

You bit back a chuckle. “Why? You wanna join?” You shot back. He bit his lip and moaned pornographically.

“Cut it out, Dream,” Nick grumbled as he walked into the room. He pulled on your arm to follow him.

Dream scoffed exasperatedly. “Me? I’m not the one who started it!” He called after the two of you.

As Nick pushed you out of the room, you turned your head. “You most certainly did!” You answered. You heard him chuckle at your words as Nick shut the door to his room. You plopped down on his bed as he sat in his chair, swiveling to look at you. “Why does Dream pick at me so much?” You mumbled, fishing in your pockets for your phone.

“He’s jealous,” Nick answered absent-mindedly. “What's the date look like tonight?” He asked, referring to the reason you were there in the first place. This wasn’t the first time or the last time your roommate had kicked you out. It was becoming a more frequent occurrence for you to end up on Nick’s couch or at their place in the middle of the day with your toothbrush and a change of clothes.

You moved to lean into his pillows. “I don’t know, it's the same granola fucker she’s been hanging around,” you answered.

He rubbed his chin with a slight smirk. “There’s a subtle justice to knowing she’s still with that asshat,” he commented, making you snort.

A week later, you were on your way back to your apartment after a lecture when someone felt you up. It was the straw on the camel’s back for you as you spin around to smack the guy, stirring up a few of the bystanders. You’d walked the rest of the way home, stepping through the door to be met with your roommate and her hookup twisted together in the kitchen.

You clamped your hand over your eyes, mumbling about how you just wanted to take a nap when you were once again sent to Nick’s. You let subtle tears fall as you trudged your way across the city, hoping to get out whatever darkness you had to your attitude. The last thing you wanted to do was confront Clay looking like you did. He was like the troll with the keys to the bridge. That was really the only reason the two of you ever talked, so you knew he’d be waiting to berate you before you could get to Nick.

As you walked into the building, you spotted Clay carrying a large box, his hair slightly disheveled and his hands dirty. You knew almost instantly that he was probably attempting to fix the kitchen sink and got a call because of the size of the package. That sink had been dripping since they’d moved in, making it Clay’s mission to futz around with it every Friday afternoon. You tried helping him one time, only ending up with a deflated sense of confidence and the second wave of your childhood anger issues.

He nodded at you as you held the elevator door open for him. “What’s up, babycakes?” He chirped, popping his gum. When you hesitated to answer, he looked at you fully, scoffing. “Damn, walk of shame gone sour?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, inhaling deeply to try and calm your nerves. “I’m not really in the mood today,” you muttered, tucking your hands between your back and the wall.

He snorted, setting the box down between his feet. “You’re always in the mood! Isn’t that like your thing,” he continued to jeer. “You look like you had a fun night though-”

“Clay, stop. I’m serious,” barked at him. His expression twisting at your use of his name.

He raised his hands in mock defense. “Sorry, I thought we had---like a bit thing, um-” he cut himself off, awkwardly shoving his fists in his pockets. After a beat of silence between the two of you, the elevator came to a sharp halt on the wrong floor, the light switching to red. The two of you shared a look, knowing that the landlord was probably flipping the wrong switches again. Clay texted Nick to see what was going on.

It began to grow colder in the elevator, as it usually did. When it was off, the cold from outside usually seeped in through the elevator shaft. There was one time you were stuck in the elevator for a few hours with one of your neighbors and Karl when he had come to visit. Back then, the three of you played Uno on the guy’s phone. It was also summer, so the chill creeping up your legs wasn’t as intolerable as it was now.

You rubbed the arms of your sweater in hopes of generating some kind of warmth. Clay watched you carefully, his hands moving to grip the bar behind him. “Do you want my sweatshirt?” He offered. You shook your head, sliding onto the ground and hugging your knees to your chest. He hesitantly slumped down beside you, kicking his long legs out towards the door. The red light filling the space made his features look softer.

He nudged your arm gently with his own. “I know I’m not Sapnap, but…” he chewed on the inside of his cheek, shrugging slightly, “I mean, we’re stuck in here. We can talk about it.”

You blinked away the tears threatening to spill once again, your eyes burning and tired. “I haven’t slept with him, you know?” You stated, turning to look at him briefly before moving to sit cross-legged, planning with your fingers. “I’ve never even kissed him. I’ve never kissed anyone,” you scoffed. Clay was silent, but out of the corner of your eye, you could see him watching you intently.

Being this close to him, you could smell the smoky vanilla undertones of his cologne. The scent reminded you of a masculine version of the candle your aunt always burned when she went out for a night to spite her ex-husband.

Clay leaned his head back against the wood paneling, his soft blond hair flattening in the back to spread against the wall. You swallowed, sighing slightly. “I haven’t even had my first kiss yet and I’m getting groped on the bus and kicked out of my damn apartment because my roommate and her fucking boyfriend have to hook up on every surface. Nothing is sacred.” You shook your head, wiping away some stray tears with the back of your hand and sniffling pathetically. “You can keep making slut jokes, I don’t care. But I swear to God, I haven’t done anything with Sapnap. Or Karl, or Quackity. No one.”

He chuckled softly. “I know. That’s why I used to make those jokes,” he mumbled. “It was like… ironic humor. And then it got so far that the only way I knew you’d talk back to me was if I was fucking around with you,” he admitted. You chuckled slightly at his words, taking a deep breath.

“Oh, Dream,” you sighed. “I would have hooked up with you if you weren’t such an ass,” you chided. His laugh made you feel better. He held his hand out to you, more for support than anything, but as you laced your fingers with his, your heart eased, feeling safe beside him.

After a beat of silence, he spoke up again. "I can ride the bus with you now... if you want..." He offered, a shyness that seemed so foreign to his character shown through his eyes. "I promise I won't grope you," he joshed, making you roll your eyes.

"That's really not something we should be joking about," you mumbled, wiping away the rest of your tears on your sleeve.

His thumb brushed against the back of your hand soothingly. "I mask my awkwardness around you in dark humor. I'm sorry."

[ace-nlis]

How they met you & fell in love

a/n: This is the first time I decided to actually write something with the intention of posting it. I hope that whoever reads this enjoys it. I'm sorry if I've misspelled anything, English isn't my first language. I hope I did well for my first writing post >.<

WARNINGS: none apart from slight violence. Female reader. Cussing.

Otherwise; fluffy content.

(Y/n) - Your name

(L/n) - Last name

Like or repost if you enjoy <3

Akaashi:

When you first met him, you thought he was a pretty boy with a resting bitch face. He is an extremely straight forward 'say it how it is' type of person and you respected him for that because it isn’t always easy to just speak your mind upfront in this day and age. He didn’t really look all that friendly or approachable, but since you were friends with Bokuto you just had to suck it up and stick around. It was pretty awkward talking to him or even just being around him at first, until you realized that his exterior was an act and he’s a total softy when he isn’t trying to call Bo out on his bullshit. You found him to be an intriguing person, but also rather intimidating. He was peaceful, he didn’t talk all that much and kept to himself like a true introvert. You were the opposite, more of an ambivert type. You tried your best to befriend him, but little did you know that friendship would spiral into something else along the line.

After a while of being friends, Akaashi got red in the ears in your presence. He was easily flustered around you, and the both of you often tended to flirt and bicker as if it was second nature. The two of you in a room together never got boring. Everyone around you could tell the two of you were head over heels for each other. You thought the opposite though, you felt that the friendship was never going to progress into anything more and that your crush was meaningless because nothing would come of it. After being friends for several months, nearly reaching the 1 year milestone, you eventually started to distance yourself.

You always thought the way Akaashi acted around you was purely just because the two of you had a close bond as friends, nothing more, nothing less. Akaashi on the other hand was devastated when he noticed the drastic changes in the close bond you both shared. He noticed that whenever he walked into a room, you’d disappear. Whenever he tried to call you, you wouldn’t answer the phone and make up some excuse that you were busy. The poor guy felt like his sanity was hanging on a thread and all he wanted was to speak to you, figure out what he did wrong and at least go back to how things once were. One day, he cornered you in an empty classroom. His eyes seemed frantic and he made sure to trap you between his arms and leave no room for you to escape so he could get answers. “(Y/n), are you okay? Why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?”

It seemed like the questions that were wracking his brain kept tumbling out, and in an overwhelmed panic she stopped him. The next thing the both of them knew was that her lips were pressed to his. At first his eyes were wide and body was stiff with shock. He didn’t know how to respond, and he firmly believed that this was a dream. In her mind, she thought she had just made the biggest mistake of her life because he wasn’t responding to it, he was just standing there and embarrassment slowly started to flood her. Before she could pull away from him, his arms slackened and his hands slid down the wall beside her, eventually placing them on her hips and pulling her body flush against his while kissing her back feverishly. When the two pulled away, they were out of breath and their eyes had a dazed look in them as they locked eyes. He leaned his head against hers and sighed in relief, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he kept his eyes locked on hers. I think that’s when you both knew that there was no way in hell you’d let go of each other at any point in time because it really felt like you were meant to be together.

Oikawa:

You knew of Oikawa Tooru but you never actually wanted to be acquainted with him. To you he sounded like a total sleazebag, a player that loved breaking female students’ hearts left and right. Unfortunately for you, you just so happened to bump into him on Valentines day after having to reject a poor freshman. When you bumped into Oikawa, he thought that you were another girl ready to confess to him due to the box of chocolates in your hands and a smirk instantly made its way onto his face as he reached over to take the box. Your immediate response was to slap his hand away. If looks could kill, he sure as hell would be more than 6 feet under because you were not up for anyone's bullshit. Oikawa gasped in shock and retracted his hand immediately with a pout. “Hey! I know you. You’re (L/n), hmm. Aren’t you a friend of Iwa? You know, you don’t have to be embarrassed about trying to confess to me. I always appreciate a new follower.”

A mix between a scoff and a laugh of disbelief made its way out of you as you immediately shoved the box of chocolates into your bag. “Wow, I knew you were vain but I guess I underestimated just how much. If you think I have any interest in an asshole like you then you must be smoking something. I have no interest in being one of your petty little toys that you hold on a string. I refuse to be one of your little puppets that follow you around to show my undying admiration for someone as shitty as you. No wonder he calls you Shittykawa. You truly are a self centered douche.”

Oikawa’s face was burning red with embarrassment as she pushed past him and continued going to her class. He was astonished, shocked beyond any words imaginary as he stood there and tried to process what had just happened. Eventually he was brought back to his senses when Iwaizumi smacked him over the head and told him to stop staring like a dumbass and get to practice. “Iwa, How do you know (L/n)?” He asked suddenly after they walked in silence for several minutes, which was very unlike Oikawa. “I’m in the majority of her classes and she lives a block away from me. Why?”

“She’s weird. I thought she was gonna confess and then she slapped my hand and called me a douche.” Oikawa said, his tone was completely flat for once and Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow at his friend. “Yeah, well what do you expect? She has better things to do than fawn over you, Shittykawa.”

*Insert offended Oikawa noises here*

Needless to say, his first encounter with you was not exactly what he would’ve liked it to be. Slowly though he tried to fish more information out on you, he wanted to understand why you weren’t like the other girls who practically fell in love with him at first sight and why you were the way that you were in general. That meant that any time Iwaizumi would meet up with you at a park to study together or whenever you guys would spend any type of time together that Tooru would tag along. Teachers thought that you were having a blooming friendship with him though and much to your dismay you ended up getting partnered with him on a school project. You felt sick to the pit of your stomach because you truly didn’t want him to come to your home, but he kept insisting and you knew that there would be no point in trying to convince him otherwise so you gave in to his stubbornness.

You felt ashamed the moment he stepped through the front door, your parents were never home and you had to take care of your younger twin siblings. The house was a mess, and that was when he understood why you had such a cold persona around others. You wanted to distance yourself from people and push them away as much as possible in order for you to not have to go through the embarrassment of looking like a train wreck to everyone else in the circumstances that you were in as opposed to your usual well put together attitude. To your surprise though, he was patient. He jumped in on helping you clean, he even helped the twins with any homework questions they had in between working on your project together and showed no judgement. In fact, he gave you a look of understanding.

After that, you were able to tolerate him more and you allowed him to visit the twins more often while even bringing along his nephew for all of them to play together. He taught them how to play volleyball while also helping you in the kitchen when you needed it. He didn’t want to admit it, but he honestly fell in love with you because of how genuine you were. You guys flirted, but it was suffocating to him like all the other girls who flirted with him on a daily basis. He only had interest in you, and you bet your ass Iwa teased the shit out of him for it. Your project got an incredible score of 100% and the two of you celebrated together by playing some volleyball even though you were complete shit at it. He didn’t care though and had fun. You found yourselves hanging a lot more often, being around each other almost 24/7 and you even met his family at some point. They absolutely loved you, and so did he.

He tried to figure out how he’d confess to you, he wanted it to be special. He wanted it to be a moment the both of you would remember because he quite honestly couldn’t see him spending any of his time with any other girl apart from you. Of course he was extremely nervous and skeptical on how to approach it, it was a 50/50 chance of you liking him back. The thoughts left his mind when he heard your voice outside a local supermarket, asking someone to leave you alone and that immediately flipped a switch in his brain. He quickly tried to look for you and found you trying to tell some tipsy guy that you didn’t want anything to do with him to which he immediately went over with his hands tucked in his pocket.

“Hey (Y/n), everything okay?” he asked as he coldly stared at the man that had been harassing you. A quiet “Oh thank god” was whispered underneath your breath as you managed to force your way closer to Tooru. He immediately wrapped one arm around your waist and kept his eyes locked on the other older gentleman that had been bothering you. The guy smirked, “Oh nothing man, I was trying to have a chat with her and she got all bitchy. That’s all.” (Y/n) could feel his body language immediately became a lot more tense, but you quickly pulled at him and tried to evade the situation. “It’s not worth it, Tooru. Let’s just go, okay? We can get some milk bread and watch movies or something.”

“I don’t appreciate the way you talk about my (Y/n)-chan. In fact, I’d advise you to leave her alone before I make you regret even breathing the same air as her. Got that?” He spoke calmly as he gently nudged you out of the alleyway next to the store. “Hey, who the hell do you think you are? Huh? Can’t just take my woman like that, dude.” This is when you truly saw how angry Oikawa could get as all he did was throw a punch and the guy was down. You could only stare in shock at what had just unfolded in front of you. “If you ever talk about her like that again I swear I’ll make you regret you ever existed.” At that he tugged you along and when the two of you were a few blocks away you grabbed hold of his hand and inspected it. “You seriously didn’t have to go that far. I don’t care what a low life has to say about me, at least I don’t live in the streets and I’ve got a roof over my head.” He remained silent for a moment before latching his hand onto your wrist and pulling you into his chest. “I’d never let anyone do or say anything to hurt you. Remember that. I’m just sorry you had to witness me get like that. I’ll make it up to you though.”

“Oh? I think a date would be a pretty nice way to make it up to me since you insisted on calling me your (Y/n)-chan” you said, giving him a cheeky smile to which he could only reply with a teasing smirk. “Hm, seems only fair after I saved you as heroically as I did.”

“Whatever you say, douche”

*insert baffled Oikawa noises here*

[writersblockcansuckmyballs]

Fisherwive's Tale

The following is a transcript of the recordings retrieved from the wreckage of the vessel Dragon’s Breath, Captained by Mx. Jericho Brier, accompanied by researchers Dr. Ripley Schmidt, Dr. Elea Madison and Dr. Shannon Finch-Mason. Speakers annotated by first initial. Transcribed by Dr. Shannon Finch-Mason, sole survivor of the voyage.

_ Captain’s Log, Day One, Voice of Jericho _

J- “I’ve picked up the gig of a lifetime. Pa would have jumped on this in an instant if he were still around to see it. My crew today are a group of scientists, come to the bay to take some readings on the local… see-? no uh- siii…? the rumbling on the sea floor. That. And how it’s affecting the marine life or whatever. What makes it cool though, is that we’re going right out into Ol’ Beastie’s territory. Right smack bang on the course of Pa’s last voyage. So I’ll either find evidence that he wasn’t nuts, snap a picture or two of a sea monster, and come home to unfathomable riches, OR I snag the last uncontested fishing spot in the bay. Win-win, y’know?

J- I think I’ll ask the crew to keep a log like I do with the tourists, should be fun. Maybe I’ll even learn some science-y stuff from them.“

[Witness A in background] ‘—and the Great Beast rises up from the depths each eve to snatch folks from the shore! Here be dragons, girlie, you heed ma words—’

J- “Oh dear god, [name redacted]’s harassing the little one, I should go rescue her.“

_End log 1_

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_ Captain’s Log, Night One, Voices of Jericho and Elea _

J- “So what’s your name and your objective here?”

E- “Um my name is Elea Madison, and I’m a seismologist. My team and I came here to study the um– I’m sorry why do you need me to do this?”

J- “Oh it’s just a bit of fun, something I do to keep myself occupied while I’m out on the water. Plus it’ll be like a black box if we meet the kraken. A warning to others of our untimely demise”

[J & E laughing]

E- “Okay, where was I? Yeah uh Doctor Elea Madison, seismologist, I’m here to study abnormal seismic activity we’ve detected in the area. My colleague Doctor Finch-Mason is a marine biologist, they’ll be checking up on the local marine life and how it’s been affected by the activity. And the lovely Doctor Schmidt is just a boring old geologist, squinting at sand and eating rocks and such. He’s also a NOTORIOUS EAVESDROPPER WHO’S NOT VERY GOOD AT HIDING.”

[unintelligible]

E-“Right back at you, Ripper.”

J- “So how did you three get saddled with this assignment? Did you insult your bosses mother or something? It doesn’t seem like a very exciting adventure.”

E- “Au contraire, Ripley volunteered us all. He thought it would be a good chance to reconnect, plus he heard about the sea monster and knew Shan would want to investigate, they’ve always been big on cryptids and mythological monsters.

We’re all old friends from school, but since we work in different fields, our schedules rarely align and plus, Shannon works in conservation while Rip and I teach at different universities so it’s a nightmare to try and catch up. I think the last time we all saw each other was Shan’s wedding last May.“

J- “So this is basically a vacation for you guys?”

E- “As long as you don’t tell our bosses, it is.”

[J & E laughing]

_End log 2_

[godsithe-blog]

chucks a water stone at one of your magikarps. :T

You swatted the colored stone away with a half-assed backhand, and took a step in front of your flopping fish. “–Ya wanna try t’at again, wee lass?”

[ackermansupremacy]

MORE marley kids headcanons because i miss them

Goddamn Ophi how much u finna write about them 💀

They are so chaotic my God

Falco is the “parent” of the group

Whenever someone (Gabi) does something stupid and ends up getting hurt he acts like it a catastrophic event

She’ll get a paper cut and hes like “OH MY GOD GABI HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?”

Gabi Zofia and Falco once tried to convince Udo to say one swear word

They tried to pay him 50$ to say damn and he WOULDN’T

Until one day his favorite minecraft world got deleted and he just yelled “M O T H E E R F U C K E R”

Only Falco was there and NO ONE believed it happened

Zofia is the strongest out of all of them

So one time the four of them were all able to balance on a bike and zofia was able to pull it no prob

Udo just LOOKS like he has chronic stomach pain

Gabi is lactose intolerant but she will eat an entire pint of ice cream, three boxes of mac and cheese and wash it down with some milk

With NO regrets

Their not allowed to hang out at Zofia’s house anymore

Because one of them Gabi broke a really expensive vase kiss kiss fall in love

Falco is under no circumstances allowed to pair his phone to Gabi’s bluetooth speaker because of his wildly unpredictable music taste

The LAST thing Gabi wants is for him to start blasting Freak by Doja Cat on full volume within earshot of her mom

Because he has no idea what those types of songs even mean hes just sitting there listening like 😀 while everyone is scrambling to turn it off

Zofia is a really devoted dancer so she travels a lot for dance competitions

So she leaves her beloved betta fish in Udo’s hands everytime she leaves because he ACTUALLY knows how to take care of it

Zofia doesn’t let ANYONE go through her sketchbook

So one time when she was at a dance competiton Gabi stole it and looked through it

It was full of charcoal sketches of fairies that she was too embarrassed to show anyone

Halloween is their TIME

They stock up on snacks, go trick or treating and have a big slumber party!

Which always involves them watching a scary movie and having to turn it off when they get too scared LOL

THEY TP REINER’S HOUSE

EVERY YEAR WITHOUT FAIL AND HE KNOWS ITS THEM

Sleepovers are a common thing between them

Theyre always at Udo’s house cuz he has “the cool mom”

But that comes with its own stress...

*CRASH* “Sorry Mom, Falco fell out the window” “HUH?” “Hes okay though! I think!”

There went the beautiful hydrangeas you spent so long planting

They will be up intil 4 am making tik toks

Like ive mentioned before, Udo is like the clingiest kid ever

So a few times a week he’ll come into your room at some ungodly hour of the night like

“Mom I had a bad dream can i sleep in here?”

If you tell him no he will either sleep on the floor or just come back later and not ask💀

So you just wake up with a child in your bed and it scares the shit out of u every time

You would think that when his friends spent the night this would stop that from happening but NOPE

He would go into your room under the guise of saying goodnight then have the audacity to fall asleep until you wake him up and send him back out w his friends 💀

Falco is the ultimate drama king

He def follows Colt around when he gets bored

“Falco can you leave me alone for five minutes?” “OH JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE 18 NOW MEANS YOU’RE TOO COOL TO HANG OUT WITH ME?”

Harassing Reiner is their favorite thing to do in their spare time

They’re still kids so its just absolute headassery

They still ding dong ditch his ass 💀

BUT HE HAS A RING DOORBELL SO HE CAN SEE THAT ITS THEM

He thinks its wildly irritating but also thinks its funny because it reminds him of his childhood

But you get a lot of calls from him like “YO COME GET YO DAMN KIDS”

So you have to shoot them a text like “Gabi please stop harassing your uncle”

He doesn’t understand why hes the butt of the jokes, he never gives the reaction they want

Zofia is a secret anime fan

When shes asked about it shes like “yeah i watch it occassionally” but has a Killua shrine in her closet 💀

She also has a secret instagram with like 20k followers that she posts aesthetic pics on

*****

S-Should i post more about these beans

[kasienda]

Right Behind You - Ch 2: Friends

Chapter 1

The silver limo pulled to a stop outside of Adrien’s building. His luxury oversized studio apartment was on the top floor. Adrien didn’t move from his seat, his eyes locked onto the white van parked across the street from the entrance. He couldn’t even come and go as Chat Noir as long as the media had him on stakeout. He wasn’t sure if they’d assume Chat was his lover, or if they’d piece together his identity, but neither possibility was remotely appealing.

He turned to Nino, who was seated beside him, popping the last chouquette into his mouth.

“You sure you want to be seen with me?” Adrien asked. “They might assume you’re my boyfriend.”

Nino shrugged, licking the crumbs off his fingers. “People have assumed far worse about me.” Nino turned to him with a grin. “We could make a show of it if you want?”

Adrien smiled in spite of himself. He couldn’t resist the boyish playful look on Nino’s face. “What do you have in mind?”

“Nothing major. We could hold hands! Just play it up, like we are together.”

Adrien laughed, feeling more than a bit tempted if only to turn the whole situation into a joke, but he didn’t want anyone else swept up in this scandal. Especially not Nino who already did so much for him. “I appreciate the thought, but I don’t want you or your family being harassed by reporters if it’s not even real.”

“We could handle it,” Nino insisted, his grin never fading.

“I’m not saying you couldn’t.” Though Adrien wasn’t sure if that was truly the case. Adrien knew that Nino wasn’t out with his family. He wasn’t going to force Nino to have that conversation before he was ready even if he did have the option of saying it was all for show. “I just… if you have to handle it, I want it to be for real.”

“Fine. Be that way,” Nino said, pouting.

“It almost seems like you want to be mistaken for my boyfriend,” Adrien teased.

Nino’s gaze turned towards the window. “If people think you’re taken maybe they’d be less likely to think they can get away with scamming you on the street.”

Adrien’s chest bloomed in warmth, and his lips stretched into another smile. He was never sure what he had done to earn Nino’s friendship, but he could no longer imagine what his life would be like without Nino’s warm, and often forceful, support.

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Nino undid his seat belt, leaned forward, and clapped a hand onto Ezra’s shoulder. “Thanks Big G! Hope you have a good one!”

His bodyguard nodded acknowledgement, but didn’t smile. Ezra never smiled while on the clock. Adrien had no idea how he managed it.

Nino opened the door and exited the vehicle.

Adrien undid his own seatbelt. “Thank you, Ezra. You don’t need to stick around. I’m planning on hiding away all day. I’ll text you if that changes.”

The large man nodded, pointed his large index finger at Adrien’s chest, and signed an okay sign with raised eyebrows.

Adrien shrugged. “I’m… better than I was. I’ll be okay. Thanks for asking.”

Ezra pushed a knuckle to his own chin, flicking it upwards.

“I need to keep my chin up?” Adrien guessed.

The gruff man nodded. He still didn’t smile.

But Adrien did. “I promise I will try. See you tomorrow, Ezra.”

Then he exited the vehicle, and broke into a trot to catch up to Nino who was waiting at the top of the stairs in front of the double doors that led into the building. One short elevator ride later, they arrived at his front door.

The door swung open and they were greeted with the amazing smell of raspberry and flaky crust. Adrien kicked off his shoes, and glanced across the open floor plan towards the kitchen. Sure enough, Marinette was there, headphones in either ear, facing away from them as she wiped down the counter, which was dusted in flour.

When he had signed a lease, the elaborate space with marble countertops, stainless steel appliances, and an island prep space with a built in gas stove had all seemed remarkably excessive for him when he barely knew how to use a microwave. To this day, he ordered out more often than not. When he had first moved in four years prior, Marinette and Alya both refused to let the amazing set up go unused. And he was often spoiled with five star dinners from Alya, and baked perfection from Marinette. But Alya had left Paris for university, and Marinette had started coming around less and less often unless the whole gang had plans.

But she was here today and he was grateful.

Nino settled onto a high stool in front of the island, opposite Marinette.

“Marinette?” Adrien called loudly, hoping to be heard over whatever she was listening to.

She whirled around immediately, her blue eyes jumping up to his face. She tore the headphones out of her ears and threw herself at him. Her slender arms were quickly around his neck. He closed his eyes and basked in her comforting warmth against his chest.

“I came as soon as Nino texted me. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” he assured her, letting his chin rest on her shoulder. “It’s really good to see you.”

She pulled away, and stared into his eyes. He felt like he was being measured, but he couldn’t help the soft smile that grew on his face watching her so intently focused before she pulled him into a hug again.

“It’s been too long,” she agreed. It hadn’t been that long. Maybe two or three months, but once upon a time he had been unable to go a week without her dropping by at least once. “How can I help?”

Adrien let her pull away. “Tell me what smells so good and tell me it’s ready to be devoured right now.” He and Nino had just polished off a box of chouquettes from her parent’s bakery, but today felt like the perfect day for total self indulgence.

She laughed. “What you’re smelling is a raspberry torte, but it has to refrigerate for at least six hours. Papa says it’s better if you leave it overnight, but I’m never patient enough for that. It’s for round two later this afternoon. I was going to start on a batch of snickerdoodles next. Should only take about thirty minutes before we can partake!”

“Can I help?” he asked.

She grinned. “Absolutely!”

“The usual cookie ingredients?”

She nodded, “And cinnamon! Oh and do you happen to have cream of tartar? I already took out butter earlier.”

“Yeah, I keep all your baking ingredients in stock. I’ve learned I miss out if I don’t!” He grinned as he handed her a mixing bowl, and a large wooden spoon.

Nino had buried his head in his arms resting on the counter. Adrien poked him as he passed by with baking soda in hand. “You know there’s an extra bed right there,” he said, gesturing past the living area filled with leather sofas and ottomans to the guest “bedroom”.

It wasn’t really a guest room, as it didn’t have any walls. But the lack of walls was the whole reason he had elected to go for the studio over the three bedroom flat. He never felt trapped when the whole living space was one giant room. Even the wall to the balcony was made entirely of glass giving the illusion that the room extended into the open air around the building, but it was higher than any of the surrounding buildings meaning no one could really get a good view inside unless he was standing right at the window. A necessary consideration for a part-time superhero.

“Too far away,” Nino grumbled into his forearms. “I’m fine right here.”

“Suit yourself.”

A cell phone rang, and Nino immediately bolted to a sitting position, pulling out his device from the pocket of his green hoodie. He grinned at it, flashing the screen towards Adrien.

Nathalie Sancoer was calling.

“Mlle. Sancoer, I was expecting your call!” Nino answered, his voice positively gleeful as he mimed towards Adrien’s pocket.

“M. Lahiffe,” was the dry response on the other end, loud enough that Adrien and Marinette could hear.

Adrien pulled up his missed call log. Four missed calls from Chloé, one from Kagami, another from Marinette, and six from Nathalie. He held up the device to Nino with a resigned sigh.

His friend fist pumped in silent victory. Adrien supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised to lose the bet. “Ms. Sancoer, give me just a moment.” Nino muted the call. “I’m going to head out to the balcony. I might be a while.”

Negotiations apparently took time. Adrien seriously didn’t know what he had ever done to deserve a friend like Nino. “It’s all yours!”

Nino left out the back, and Marinette turned puzzled eyes toward him. “What was that all about?”

“They’re negotiating over me,” he explained, as he fished out white and brown sugar from his cupboards.

“What,” she said, her voice flat.

Adrien chuckled. “Father wants to talk to me, but he is unwilling to call himself. He makes Nathalie call me, and I’m not taking or returning her calls. My father apparently doesn’t find that to be an acceptable excuse for her being unable to get through to me, so when that happens she calls Nino and bribes him to get me to call her back.”

“That is awful.”

Adrien retrieved a couple eggs from the refrigerator. “No, it’s good! He gets her to take away a photo shoot here or there, or frees up my schedule so I can hang out with you and the gang.”

“That is still terrible! Adrien! I knew your father was strict and controlling and insufferable in so many ways! But Nino having to serve as your union representative? That is a new low! How long have you had to bargain this way?”

He ignored the question. He didn’t know the answer. It had been going on long before Nino started making it easier. “It’s how I got to have more control over my studies without being disinherited. For reasons I don’t understand, Nathalie listens to Nino more than she does me. And father listens to Nathalie and no one else. These are the tools I have, and I’m not going to be ashamed of using them. Fancy physics degrees don’t pay for themselves after all.”

She squeezed his shoulder. “I never said you should be ashamed. I just… I wish none of it was necessary.”

He shrugged. “That makes two of us. We never planned to do this. She just called Nino once when she couldn’t get a hold of me. I never asked him to go to bat for me.”

“Nino’s just awesome like that.”

“He most definitely is!” Adrien agreed enthusiastically, placing a bag of flour and the cream of tartar on the counter next to Marinette’s mixing bowl. “So… is that everything you need?”

Her eyes scanned over the items, as she silently mouthed the ingredients while counting them off on her hands.

“Just missing salt,” she concluded.

“Salt. Of course.” He retrieved the condiment from the third cupboard to the right.

“Are you really okay?” she asked him as he handed her the last ingredient.

He shrugged. “I’ll be fine. I’m mostly just embarrassed.”

She frowned, her eyes shining with concern. “I imagine it hurts too though. To think you’re having a moment only to find someone is lying to you the whole time?”

“I only knew him for a day,” he insisted, but he couldn't meet her eyes.

”If you say so. I’ve managed to fall in love in a day before,” she admitted softly.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, I’ve done that before, too. It hasn’t panned out for me though. You?”

Her eyes avoided his, intent on scraping the butter off its paper wrapper and into the stainless steel bowl. “Not as of yet.”

Her sadness hit him in the chest. “We make quite the depressing pair, don’t we?”

She scowled, her lips pursed to the side of her face. “No! Not today! Today, we’re indulging ourselves in baked goods, and maybe Chloé will bring some good wine and we can get tipsy.”

He laughed. “I like your plan. How much sugar?” he asked, holding up the bag.

“Umm… 150 grams.”

And quickly they fell into a rhythm almost not needing words. It was strange to him how easy it was to follow Marinette’s line of thinking, but as they had gotten older, it had only gotten easier.

Now, what she was feeling? He had no idea. She was as much as mystery to him now as she had been their first year of college.

“Did you ever hear back from Dior?” he asked into the silence.

Her whole form slumped, and he wished he hadn’t brought it up.

“Not good news, I take it?” he asked as he added the last portion of flour into the mixing bowl.

She growled. “The worst part is they left me glowing feedback. Practical and fashionable at the same time, they said.” Her stirring took on a furious pace, and flour burst into the air between them. He chose not to comment. “They had no criticisms to offer except that it wasn’t what they were looking for. I just wish they would tell you what they were looking for so that I could design with that theme in mind.”

“I don’t think they want to give away to the competition what they’re thinking.”

She groaned. “That makes sense. I just… I think I could deliver what they wanted.”

“I could talk to my father if you wanted?”

She dropped the wooden spoon and jerked her head towards him. “Absolutely not! You will not owe that man any favors on my account.”

“I bet New York would still take you, if you reached out. They seemed really excited about the possibility of you on their team. And you seemed so excited with their design philosophy.”

Her eyes turned glassy, threatening tears. “You’re probably right,” she whispered. “They probably would still take me…”

He turned her away from the counter and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. She trembled in his embrace. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he told her softly.

She shook her head. “I-It’s not your fault,” she stammered through her tears. “I was… already a ticking time bomb just waiting to go off.

“I’m not pressuring you to leave Paris if you’re set against it. I would miss you if you were gone,” he mumbled into her shoulder.

She pulled away and offered him a watery smile. “I would miss you, too.”

The front door clicked open. Adrien didn’t spare it a glance, knowing it was likely Chloé. Kagami always knocked despite the fact that she had a key. His attention remained on Marinette.

She wiped her tears away. “Enough about me!” she exclaimed. “Today is supposed to be about cheering you up!”

“Maybe if I could make you feel better I would feel better,” he told her, his lips quirking upwards in a sideways smile.

Marinette giggled. “That’s sweet. But I’m a bit of a lost cause at the moment. Maybe it would make me feel better to make you feel better!”

Chloé’s heels clicked definitely as she stepped into the tile floor of the kitchen.

“Are you two seriously arguing about who gets to make who feel better?” she growled out in exasperated greeting.

“Uh… maybe?” Marinette hedged, turning away from Adrien’s comfort and back towards the cookies in progress. She soon was rolling out little balls of dough and lining them up on a baking sheet.

Chloé shook her head, mumbling something under her breath. But she didn’t comment further on how ridiculous they were. Instead, she wrapped Adrien in a tight embrace. “Are you okay, Adri-kins?” she whispered.

He nodded into her shoulder. “I am with you here.”

She squeezed him harder. There had been a time when she would have scoffed at such a statement. But a random off topic tangential lesson on recognizing abusive relationships in tenth grade Literature, a fortune spent on intensive therapy, and time spent in self reflection, his oldest friend had become someone he could rely on again.

She pulled back, and scooped out a spoon of cookie dough from the bowl, and began licking it.

“Hey!” Marinette objected. “Those aren’t done yet!”

“I hate to break it to you, Dupain-Cheng, but they are better this way.”

Marinette rolled her eyes, but didn’t comment as she dipped a cup in a sugar cinnamon mixture and then pressed the cup gently into each ball of dough.

Chloé turned to Adrien again. “So, what can you tell us? Who are we plotting revenge against?”

Adrien groaned. “No! No revenge.”

Chloé patted his shoulder consolingly. “Don’t worry. You won’t have to be a part of it at all. I’ll take care of it. I’m sure Tsurugi will help. You in Dupain-Cheng?”

Marinette cocked her head, her gaze considered the ceiling. “Yeah… I think I am.”

“Marinette!” he hissed.

“What?!” Marinette exclaimed. “Someone goes after my friend? After you? And you want me to just let it go?”

“Yesss!” Chloé grinned. “Welcome to the dark side, Dupain-Cheng.” She offered a fist, which Marinette reciprocated.

“No,” Adrien repeated firmly. Chloé remained unmoved while Marinette shifted more nervously from foot to foot. “I’m serious. No revenge! That won’t make this go away any faster. And it won’t make me feel any better.”

Chloé stared at him, her face a mask of stoicism. “Is it so bad that we want to protect you?”

“Chloé, please,” he begged. “Promise me. No revenge.”

Chloé pouted, glancing down at her nails. “You’re absolutely no fun.”

Adrien rolled his eyes, very aware that she had promised nothing. “Oh, I’m so sorry to ruin your day.”

Marinette threw her arms around him again. “We’re so sorry.”

“Speak for yourself,” Chloé said. “I have nothing to apologize for.”

Marinette and Adrien shared an eye roll, but a knock at the door suppressed any comeback from either of them.

Adrien shook his head. “I’m going to go remind Kagami for the thousandth time that she has a key.”

He swung the door open revealing Kagami in a deep red business suit. She always looked good in the color. He was more than a bit envious.

She stepped forward and they exchanged the formal la bise greetings before they stepped back into the entryway of his studio.

“Coming from the office?” he asked, as he took her coat and scarf.

“An interview. A potential psychologist to add to our founding team. She is somewhat an expert on assessment and screening for red flags that could be indicative of current or past trauma among children and adolescents.”

He grinned. “That’s fantastic! I know I’ve already said it a dozen times before, but I think this foundation for neglected and abused children you and Chloé have started is amazing. I just can’t help but wonder how much better off she and I would have been if someone had caught us earlier in our lives.” And maybe Kagami too, even if her situation could be classified slightly differently.

Kagami lips stretched into a fond smile. “I don’t know that you could be better than you are. You have so much integrity and resilience. I have always looked up to you.”

Adrien felt the heat burning to the back of his neck. He really needed to get better at taking compliments.

“I have always looked up to you, too, Kagami.”

She nodded in formal acknowledgement. “Before I forget, my mother wishes you good luck in light of your scandal, and offers the use of her PI if you want to check this guy out.”

He groaned. “Not you, too.”

She chuckled. “I told my mother you likely would not make use of her offer.”

“I’m sure that went over well,” he commented, his voice flat.

Kagami laughed. “She said you were foolish and naive to not go out of your way to protect your family legacy and honor from those that would besmirch it.”

“I wish I could say she was wrong, but it sounds like she has me pegged.”

“Would you two stop standing awkwardly in the doorway and come in?” Chloé called. She was sprawled elegantly across the corner of the black leather couch nursing another spoonful of cookie dough in one hand, and a glass of red wine in the other. Nino sat in the recliner, his red hat over his face. Adrien hoped he was actually asleep, but he had his doubts. Marinette remained in the kitchen, sliding her first sheet of cookies into the oven. He knew she would prepare a second before joining them in the living area.

Kagami took a seat on the opposite side of the couch of Chloé leaving the space between them for Adrien.

“Tsurugi! The suspense is killing me!” Chloé whined. “That report you just gave to Adrien was carefully neutral. How did it go?”

Kagami grinned. “I do enjoy giving you a hard time, but that was not my intention this time. I think it went really well.”

Chloé literally squealed and threw her hands up in a miniature victory dance without spilling any of her wine.

“You’re awfully excited,” Marinette commented with an amused grin. “Who were you interviewing?”

Chloé spun back towards the kitchen island where Marinette was dusting another twelve cookies in her cinnamon sugar mixture. “You don’t understand!” Chloé exclaimed. “This woman was amazing! It’s like she could have written our mission statement! She had so many ideas for how children in abusive situations could be identified earlier, for what type of education is needed for children to recognize harmful situations themselves. And she somehow projected this aura of such gentleness. She would be so approachable. And yet, it didn’t diminish her passion at all!”

“You fell in love didn’t you?” Adrien smirked at her.

She turned back to him, and held up two manicured fingernails a centimeter apart. “Only a little bit.” Her blue eyes immediately shifted to Kagami. “But that’s not why I want to hire her! She will be an asset in getting the foundation off the ground!”

Kagami nodded. “No, I agree with you. She’s a good fit. I would like to make her an offer.”

“Tsurugi!” Chloé whined. “Why haven’t you already done that? I already told you I wanted to hire her! She’s going to be snatched up so quickly!”

“No, you didn’t. You told me you wanted to date her,” Kagami countered matter of factly.

Chloé spluttered, and then blushed. Everyone else laughed, including Nino, which definitely meant he wasn’t asleep. Adrien would have to fix that. “Can we talk about something else please?” she begged.

As if the universe had heard her, a siren blared right outside the building. Chloé immediately bolted for the window. She pushed aside the curtain and peered down into the street below, her lips stretching into a smile as satisfied as the cat who had found the camembert.

“Chloé?” Adrien asked, his voice dripping with suspicion. “What did you do?”

“Mwah?” she asked, her painted nails flared out to her chest dramatically with complete innocence. “I only did my civic duty by reporting someone that looked exactly like the wanted poster down at the precinct this morning hanging out in a creepy unmarked van.”

“Chloé!” Marinette scolded, but she was grinning as she peaked through the drapes over Chloé’s shoulder. “That’s terrible!”

“Efficient,” Kagami disagreed.

“He was doing nothing wrong,” Adrien said.

“Nothing illegal, maybe,” Nino said, replacing his hat onto the top of his head, revealing his face once again.

“Did he really deserve to be arrested?” Adrien asked, but it was clear that he was the minority in this debate.

Chloé’s blue eyes pinned him in place. “Do you really want them to have you under surveillance like that? That kind of trash understands only one thing! Power.”

Adrien sighed. “No, but there were other ways to take care of it.”

Chloé shook her head. “Adrien, you are amazing, and I love you! But you are way too nice! It’s not like he’s a journalist speaking truth to power! It’s not like he’s going after some corrupt asshole that profits off the plights of others while not paying his taxes.”

“You’d sick righteous reporters on your parents like that?” Nino teased. He was clearly trying to deflect the subject. “Harsh.”

“Though not undeserved.” Kagami added. She and Nino exchanged a fist bump across the open expanse between the sofa and his lounge chair.

“Can it, both of you!” Chloé snapped, shooting a glare towards both of them from the window.

Nino chuckled. He rolled out of the recliner and took over Chloé’s vacated seat next to Adrien.

The oven timer went off, and Marinette scurried from the window back into the kitchen. “Who wants cookies?”

“Just bring a giant plate!” Chloé called back. “We’ll eat everything.”

Seconds later, there was a crash, and a scream from the kitchen. Adrien bolted to his feet and ran to her side, Kagami less than an arm length behind him.

Marinette’s hands wrapped protectively over her head, she was surrounded by broken glass.

Adrien tread carefully around the largest fragments to put a hand on her shoulder.

She peeked out from under her hands to him. “I’m okay,” she said.

“What happened?” Adrien asked.

“Just me being my usual clumsy self,” she said, her voice dripping with self deprecation.

Kagami handed him the broom and he immediately started sweeping up the glass, starting with the area closest to Marinette.

Marinette sighed, dropping her arms completely to her side. “I just was reaching for another wine glass, but I couldn’t quite reach it. In trying to urge it closer, I overdid it, and the two glasses went flying.”

Kagami tisked in disapproval. “Perhaps, next time you should just ask for help?”

Marinette nodded in agreement. ”Yes, I’m sorry for being stubbornly independent.” She turned her gaze back to Adrien. “And I’m sorry for breaking your glasses. I will replace them.”

Adrien shook his head. “Please don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you’re okay. And I do wish you let us help you when you need it.”

Marinette snorted. “You’re one to talk.”

He grinned. “Touché.”

Kagami held the dustpan and he swept the glass into the tray.

“Do you have a mop?” Kagami asked.

When he handed her the requested item, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “Would you mind letting me do this part? I wanted to talk to Marinetted about something.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind helping.”

“I got this,” Kagami insisted.

He nodded, and turned back to Marinette who hadn’t moved since the glasses had fallen. “Are you okay?”

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m… I’ll be fine. You should get back to your party. Kagami and I can finish cleaning this up.”

It was obvious he was being dismissed. “Okay, well, let me know if either of you need help finding anything.”

Adrien let himself fall back onto the couch next to Nino. His head flopped back onto the couch, his gaze locked on the ceiling.

“Marinette okay?” Chloé asked. She had taken Nino’s former seat in the lounge chair.

“Just rattled, I think,” he reported. “They kicked me out. Kagami wanted to talk to Marinette about something.”

“Ooh!” Chloé leapt to her feet. “I think I want in on this conversation! Excuse me!”

Adrien sighed again.

“If all the revenge talk really bothers you, I will get them to stop,” Nino told him softly after a moment of silence.

Adrien smiled. “Thank you for the offer. I do appreciate that everyone is all protective. It’s really nice to have you all on my side. I just… I also want this to be over. Ideally, I never want to have to think about it again after I talk to my father.”

Nino nodded. “Yeah, I get what you’re saying. You do get why they want to go after this guy though, right?”

Adrien shrugged. “Maybe?” He understood it intellectually he supposed, but emotionally, revenge had never made sense to him.

“Imagine it was you mystery girl on that tabloid instead of you. Where you can look at the picture and she looks happier than you’ve seen her in a long time.”

“Is it really that rare to see me smile?” Adrien objected.

“Have you seen this pic?” Nino asked, whipping out his phone, swiping through his apps. “It is not just a smile!”

“Please don’t make me look at it,” Adrien begged, turning away from Nino’s phone, towards the kitchen.

Marinette giggled at something Kagami had just said, and Adrien found himself smiling fondly at the pair.

“Yeah, fine,” Nino continued. “But again, she looks amazingly happy, and you now know that the person who was kissing her was lying. That in fact, the whole image is a lie. And she’s hurting somewhere after the fact because of it. Wouldn’t you want to do something?”

“Yeah okay,” Adrien conceded. “I get your point. And for the record, that would be the case if it had been any of you.”

“Good! So, if you’re willing to stand up for others, why won’t you ever let us stand up for you?”

Adrien hadn’t really thought about it in those terms. Was he just being stubbornly independent? Thinking he should be able to manage everything himself? Or did he believe deep down that he wasn’t worthy of being defended.

He shook himself out of his thoughts. That was a therapy session for another day.

“How did the phone call with Nathalie go?” Adrien asked, intentionally changing the topic.

A grin bloomed across Nino’s face.“Pretty good for you, I think? We managed to get five am fittings until you complete your masters degree. She wouldn’t commit to an indefinite change.”

Adren didn’t know why Nino used the “we” pronoun in his summary. His friend was the one doing all the work in negotiating out a deal. If Nino wasn’t already running a successful DJ business, Adrien would have pushed his friend to become a lawyer.

“Nino, that’s literally a year or more. Thank you. When do I have to talk to my father?”

“Eleven tomorrow morning. At the mansion.”

Adrien breathed a sigh of relief. He may have wanted to do his fittings first thing, but it would be nice to have time to mentally prepare in the morning before seeing his father.

“You’re the best.” It felt like a weight had been lifted from Adrien’s shoulders. With an appointment on the books with his father and his friends all in the room, his phone would finally stop blowing up. He could almost pretend it was a normal day.  

“Anything for my best bro,” Nino said, offering a fist bump. He yawned in the middle of it.

“You should get some rest,” Adrien suggested.

Golden eyes turned toward him with eyebrows raised. “You didn’t get any sleep last night either, mec. Want to follow your own advice?”

Adrien barked a laugh. “I would love to, but I don’t think my brain shut up long enough to let me yet. It’s better to be distracted by all of you until I’m bone-dead tired. But you got everyone here, so if you want to take a shift off, I’m good for a while.”

Nino started to nod when there was a knock at the door. He jumped up to answer it.

“Isn’t everyone here already?” Adrien called after him.

“Not everyone,” Nino reported and answered the door. Alya Césaire stood on the other side of the threshold, and Adrien grinned at her unexpected presence. Last he heard, Alya had been chasing some International drug cartel in Italy.

“Hey Al,” Nino greeted as he enveloped her in a warm hug.

Adrien smiled at how well they fit together. He still didn’t understand why they had broken up. He rose to his feet to greet her, but a squealing Marinette came running from the kitchen, tackling Alya the second Nino had pulled away.

“I didn’t know you were in town!” Marinette exclaimed, a huge grin lighting up her features.

“Yeah, I honestly didn’t think I’d have time to see anyone so I was trying to keep it hush hush, but then I saw that headline…” she trailed off, her hazel eyes landing on him with a sympathetic smile from over Marinette’s shoulder.

“Say no more! You are totally welcome to be an honorary member of the “protect Adrien Agreste squad!” Marinette squealed happily as she pulled away.

Alya swept him up in a hug next, with Marinette and Nino joining in from behind him. He let himself melt into their protective holds. Once upon a time, the four of them had been as thick as thieves, and he had missed their dynamic.

“I called Nino as soon as I saw,” Alya confessed as they broke apart. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you myself. I just figured you would be more comfortable hearing from him, but if you ever need to talk about anything, please reach out.”

Adrien’s gaze landed on Nino who was grimacing over Alya’s shoulder. “Liar! I knew there was no way you were up that early.”

Alya laughed, her sparkling eyes flicking back toward Nino. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was getting anyone in trouble.”

Nino waved away her apology.

Marientte quickly ushered them all inside and back to the leather sofas. Soon, the six of them all sat around the plate of snicker doodles and with glasses of wine in hand.

“Spill Césaire!” Chloé demanded.

“About?”

Chloé rolled her eyes. “Stop. I know you’ve already done your research on this bastard that landed Adri-kins in the tabloids, and have a half formed plan for vengeance. So tell us what you’ve discovered so we can get it on it.”

Alya set her glass of wine on the center coffee table with a sigh. “You don’t want to know.”

Chloé scoffed. “What do you mean? Of course I want to know!”

“He recently graduated university,” Alya reported. “Majored in theater and minored in physics.”

Huh. Adrien hadn’t expected that. Maybe the conman hadn’t feigned his interest in Adrien’s research after all. He frowned. Or maybe, he had been hired specifically because he had the expertise to feign interest.

Nino’s head fell onto Adrien’s shoulder. His golden eyes had finally fallen victim to Nino’s sleep deprivation. Adrien couldn’t help the fond smile that stretched across his face as he adjusted his arms to make his lean form a more comfortable pillow.

“He hasn’t landed a job in about six months,” Alya continued, “and apparently he has some crippling debt.”

“That doesn’t justify…” Marinette broke in.

Alya barreled over the interruption. “Medical debt. For his… kid sister.”

“Ugh! Just stop!” Chloé cut in. “You’re right! I don’t want to know if you’re just gonna make me feel sorry for this guy.”

Alya smirked. “The trashy tabloid that hired him, though?”

“Now we’re talking!” Chloé exclaimed gleefully. Even Kagmai leaned forward with her elbows on her knees to listen to Alya’s research.

Adrien let his own eyes fall closed and he leaned into Nino’s warmth only half listening to his friends as they plotted and schemed.

Soon he was dozing in and out, finding comfort in the familiar righteous voices that spiraled around him.

Alya wanted to sink this online tabloid that had a reputation for going after easy personal scandals of celebrities and regular people alike. Chloé had connections that could crash the server for a solid week. Kagami has strategies and clout to encourage divestment from the organization. And of course Marinette’s crafty mind worked to tie it all together in a plan so bizarre, it was worthy of Ladybug so it couldn’t be traced back to Adrien or any of them.

Despite his own misgivings, it felt really good to have them all so willing to pour in hours and resources to come to his defense. And if the tabloid couldn’t hurt anyone else, Adrien definitely could get on board.

“I’m so glad you’re all on my side,” Adrien interjected, sleepily after about an hour. These were four women you did not want to cross. “I’d never survive your combined wrath.”

Their laughter melted together in the best kind of harmony.

A second later his phone buzzed in his pocket. He slowly fished it out, careful not to disturb Nino who remained on his shoulder - still as a rock.

Marinette had sent him a picture. He opened it to reveal him and Nino curled up on his black leather couch seemingly asleep with the tagline “I slept with my best friend” scrawled across the bottom in elegant cursive. He flashed her a smile and she grinned back.

Thank you, he texted. I’m going to frame this.

yw. The two of you are too cute.

Before he could craft a response, all their phones went off at once, and Adrien’s contentment evaporated like liquid nitrogen on a laboratory floor. The simultaneous alert could only mean one thing.

Nino sat up, his thumb and forefinger rubbing at his eyes.

“Shit!” Chloe muttered. “It’s at the office.” She glanced at Kagami. “We have to go.”

Kagami gave a stoic nod and rose to her feet gracefully.

Alya was only a second behind her. “I should probably go, too. To make sure the twins stay out of trouble.”

Adrien nodded and waved her away with a smile understanding completely. Alya’s twin sisters running the Ladyblog were somehow more reckless than Alya had ever been.

Marinette didn’t even offer an excuse. She just gave him a hug, grabbed her purse, and ran out the door.

Nino stood as well, but he lingered. “You going to be okay, mec?”

Adrien nodded, grateful that his friends had learned over the years to make themselves scarce during an akuma attack. They believed he was contacting his bodyguard for added protection under his father’s orders. He wished he could tell them the truth.

And within a minute, Adrien stood alone in his lavish studio save for Plagg who came out of hiding the second the front door had closed behind Nino.

“Stupid akuma,” Adrien muttered under his breath. His friends would have stayed until two in the morning had the alert not gone off.

Adrien called for his transformation and stood on his own balcony with his eyes closed for a second, letting the chill breeze whip his hair around. A moment later he activated his baton and vaulted into the Parisian sky.

A hero’s work was never done.

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Chapter 3: Akuma

[moonlit-mizukage]

Chapter eight: Perfect

Summary: Popular punk band, Skull crusher, had to find a new drummer due to the sudden disappearance of the last one. As band manager and lead singer, Semi Eita’s girlfriend, Y/l/n Y/n brings Kyotani, a rising internet drummer they found online into the picture. Everything was great at first, then Kuroo, the lead guitarist, started getting creepy messages and presents. Y/n is determined to find out who is trying to sabotage the band when things only take a turn for the absolute worst. Who could be the mysterious stalker really be? Is it their new band mate? Or could it be a close friend of one of the members?

Tw; DEATH! BODY HORROR! BLOOD! KILLING! Swearing, police This chapter is the mark start of the murders. I will begin tagging tw blood and tw body horror so If you do not want to see this, please block those Tags!!

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Third person pov - The Next Day

A loud knock on the door startled Yukie. She got up from her couch and headed over to her door.

“Police! Open up!” They yelled from behind it. She pulled open the door.

“Hello, how can I help you today officers?” She asked.

“We have a warrant to search the place.” The officer flashed her the paper as he and his partner pushed past her.

She went and sat back down on her couch sighing as she picked up her phone to tweet about the current situation she was in.

The police were looking around in the distant rooms. When they reached a door that was locked.

“Excuse me Ma’am, can you unlock this door for us?”

“It's my room for photography. It has to stay dark so the photos all dry out nice.”

“Open the door or we will break it down.” The officer snapped.

Yukie sighed as she got up and walked over to the door unlocking it. They entered the room as she moved back.

Inside the room were about 50 fresh pictures strung out all around. The officers soon came to notice it was all the same person, more specifically Kuroo.

“Why are all these photos of the person being harassed?” The one officer asked Yukie.

“I promise it’s not what it looks like! I have so many of the other band members I just do specific members at times.”

“Come down to the station tomorrow for a lie detector test at 3pm.”

“Yes of course officers.” The two had left after that as Yukie pulled out her phone to text her friends group chat.

 (WRITTEN PART AGAIN)

Yukie was sitting on her couch crying as she heard a noise come from her room.

“Hello?” She asked. She stood up and started to walk down by her room.

She screamed when she noticed a large pile of blood by her bedroom window on the floor with one finger placed in the middle. She turned to run out of the room only to be stopped by a masked figure.

“Where do you think you are going?” Said the eerie voice.

She tried to run to her window as the hand gripped her wrist. She was tossed onto the floor with a hard thud. Something slammed into the back of her head before everything went dark.

Yukie woke a little while later on her bed. She tried to sit up but she noticed her arms were handcuffed to her bed post.

“Hello?? Please let me go! I won’t say anything.” The person reentered her room.

“Oh good, you are awake. I have been waiting for you to get up. I wanted you to be awake for what comes next.” The person moved closer as they pulled a hand saw from behind their back along with some rope. “So you don’t move.” They said grabbing her left leg and tying it tightly to the bedpost.

They stood beside the bed, holding her right leg with incredible strength.. They lined the saw up with her ankle. They began to put pressure down as the blade began to cut through her delicate layers of skin. Yukie let you a blood curdling scream as the person stopped.

“I almost forgot.” They reached into her bedside table drawer as they pulled out a ball gag. They shoved it in Yukie’s mouth as she struggled. Yukie tried to scream now but it was barely audible. “Perfect.” They then grabbed an elastic band nurses use to take blood. They tied it as tight as possible just above where the ankle was cut. The person got back to their spot holding her leg as they continued to saw into her ankle. Yukie was desperately trying to scream and move, but her attempts went barely noticed.

Yukie’s eyes were puffy and red. Face covered in snot and saliva as the person reached the final side of their bone. Yukie’s leg was pouring out blood. The person reached into their bag and grabbed a torch out. Yukie shook her head as she watched the person turn it on to cauterize her wound to stop the bleeding. The person grabbed a first aid kit as they wrapped her wound up to be sure it would stop bleeding enough to make her live through what was next.

“Can’t have you bleed out before we are done now can we?” The person said with a laugh.

They walked over to the other side of the bed now starting on the second ankle just like they did to the first. Yukie was dizzy and feeling herself fade in and out due to the blood loss and pain. Barely awake, the second one fished and was burned and wrapped before she realized.

The person moved now to the top of her bed. Undoing the handcuffs as they knew Yukie couldn’t escape with the amount of blood loss she had faced.Yukie was barely conscious as the masked person began slapping her face.

“Wake up Yukie. You can’t die on me yet, I am not done playing with you.”

Yukie looked at the person almost lifeless now. They tied another band around her arm before they brought the saw up to her hand and began to push into her wrist. Cutting into it deep on the first try, Yukie was trying to pull away but her strength barley even moved it an inch.

By the time that wrist was sawed and they had started the second, the person could tell Yukie was on her last breath.

“Since you are about to die, I will show you who I am.” The person said before lifting their mask. Yukie’s eyes widened in horror as she tried to move away again. The person laughed at her pathetic attempt and began to saw into her again.

At the end of the second wrist, Yukie was lifeless now. The person began to laugh as they stood up. They placed the saw into their bag as they grabbed a large axe. They pulled back and began chopping the body as the blood now began spraying the walls of the room. They sadistically laughed while doing so.

As they finished they made sure to space all the limbs out as they took another bag of blood from their bag and stabbed it with a nearby pen. They made sure only to spray the wall now. The fresh blood dripped down the wall as the killer took their gloved hand and began to write a message. As they were done they grabbed Yukie’s phone off the couch, using her finger to unlock it. They took a few pictures, then grabbed the right foot and shoved it in a box. They wrote on the top a name as they shoved a note from their pocket inside it. After placing the box inside their bag, they returned to the phone. They chose a number off the list and sent the two pictures, one of the wall and the second of Yukie’s body, with a simple message that read;

You were wrong Y/n.

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An Unexpected Visitor

A/N: This is meant to be a one shot, but there is a chance I will write more of Willa’s story eventually… maybe… I dunno

  Summary: Willa has worked for the TVA for a long time, over the course of her tenure she has met many Loki’s, each unique in their own way. A meeting with a new Loki goes awry when an old face pops by.

  Working for the TVA was with out a doubt, the dullest job you could ever have, at least the work I performed in the library which was essentially keeping the files in order. Occasionally I would be called away from my refiling or alphabetizing to set up the training videos for some new recruit which was very rare and something I looked forward to just to break up the monotony.

               Today was exciting for a few different reasons; Casey had come to tell me about some variant who had gotten loose and threatened to turn him into a fish (I think he must have been confused about what the threat actually was since magic didn’t exist inside the TVA but oh well…) and then he told me how that same variant had been recruited by Mobius to help track down the Loki variant causing so much trouble. I had met a few Loki variants in my time here, one of whom still loved to come and harass me out of the blue and was the only other variant who had managed to evade capture for so long.

               I was left once again to the silence and repetition of checking that the files were in order before placing them back where they go, Casey having gotten bored of my lack of response and going to get lunch, when the soothing voice of everyones favorite agent reached my ears.

               “-a few videos, nothing too extreme but you have to know all of this if before you go out in the field. Willa, just the woman I was looking for.” Mobius said throwing his arms up and offering me a wide smile.

               “Another one Mobius? Are you sure it’s safe?” I asked appraising the Loki variant hovering just behind the silver haired agent. He was tall, and damn was he good looking! I could just imagine the muscles he had hiding under his TVA jumpsuit and bit my lip as I did just that.

               “See something you like darling” He smirked leaning toward me.

               “Be nice-“ Mobius began but I cut him off. “Actually yes, yes I do. You already know you’re hot stuff so don’t try to act like you don’t see me eye fucking you.”

               His smirk widened at my blunt response and he let out a chuckle that gave me goose bumps. “Damn Mobius, this one is just all brooding angst and sex appeal isn’t he?” I asked looking the seasoned agent in the eye, sharing a smile

               “Met many of me, have you?” Loki asked standing up straight and showing me his full height. ‘Damn I’d climb you like a tree.’ I thought.

               “A few, you are definitely the most handsome version I’ve had the pleasure to meet though.” His expression didn’t falter but I could tell my honesty surprised him. “Not as dangerous or cruel as the others I hope?”

               “Nah, he’s a puppy.” Mobius cut in, then continued as Loki shot him a look of outrage. “Anyway Will we need the training videos for our boy here.”

               “A puppy?! I beg your pardon-“ Loki spat.

               “I thought gods didn’t beg.” Mobius said with a smug grin.

               Rolling my eyes I turned intending to gather the requested videos when a chill ran up my spine, the smile falling from my face. I spun nervously checking all around us catching the attention of the squabbling men. “I think we have a visitor…” I mumbled.

               “You mean, him?” Mobius whispered now joining me in my surveillance.

               Nodding then nearly jumping a foot into the air when I felt someone rest their head by mine. “Him who? Should I be jealous?” Loki whispered in my ear, chuckling at me reaction.

               “Another Loki, the most dangerous and powerful variant the TVA has come across to date.” I replied drawing a scoff from the Loki beside me.

               “Now you know I don’t go by that name my scrumptious little cupcake.” I found myself a few feet away wearing a short dress and ridiculously high heels, being dipped back by Him.

               “Q. You’re looking well.” I sighed trying to extract myself from his embrace. Not that it did me any good, the trickster just spun me around and held me with my back to his chest and began to sway to whatever music was playing in his head.

               “This is a Loki?” The Loki next to Mobius asked incredulous. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

               “Ooh, another me. How exciting!” Q said reappearing suddenly next to Loki and circling him, inspecting the shorter man. “He looks nice, but tell me Willa do you think he could ever be as powerful as me?” He pouted once more appearing at my side as Loki swung his fist at him.

               “Now hang on a moment, why is it he is able to use his powers here and I can’t?” Loki asked glowering at Mobius.

               “Because, my lesser self, I am not just a Loki.”

               “He’s a Q. Now both of you calm your man titties, Loki put the file box down there is no throwing things in the library. Especially since I’d be the one to pick it up.” I huffed crossing my arms self consciously over my chest. I wanted to ask Q to change me back into my clothes but knew the jerk would only enjoy making me uncomfortable and torture me longer if I brought it up.

               “Oh, but you wouldn’t Willa.” Q cooed twirling a bit of my hair in his fingers.

               “What do that mean?” Mobius asked stepping toward us, holding out his hand for me. I took a step in his direction but soon found myself behind Loki and Mobius, still beside Q.

               He had also thankfully changed me out of the skin tight dress and into some sort of black and red jump suit, putting himself into a matching one. “It’s strange with out the beard…” He muttered stroking a finger down my cheek. “No matter, to answer your question my fine mustachioed friend Willa will be coming with me.”

               My heart leapt to my throat and I once more tried to get back to Mobius. “You’re nuts, I’m staying right here Q!” I shouted when he simply grabbed my arm and pulled me back, slinging his own arm across my shoulders to keep me in place.

               “I’m afraid not. You will be joining me to a place no person has gone before.” He giggled waving his fingers at the other men.

The floor seemed to fall out from under me and had it not been for Q I would have found myself on my ass when it suddenly reappeared. Gasping I took in my surroundings. It reminded me of home, all sleek and modern compared to the TVA, but the real eye catcher was the large window to my left. At first I thought it was just nighttime wherever we were, and it might have been, but upon closer inspection I saw that wherever we were was not stationary.

“Are we in space?!”

[p-artsypants]

Integrity (Part 6)

Overwhelmed with her responsibilities, guilt, and drama, Marinette has an emotional breakdown in front of everyone, and even hands over her earrings in a moment of weakness. Only for a few seconds, but the damage was done. Adrien's pretty quick on the uptake like that.

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Thank you everyone for the wonderful reviews! Especially with the last chapter where I took a little creative license with Luka’s reaction. I felt like he had been so passive in every situation we had seen in the show, maybe this would be the point where he puts his foot down. Either way, I’m fortunate to have very kind and mature readers! Thank you!!

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Returning to class, everything felt sort of surreal. 

As Adrien and Marinette passed their classmates, instead of awkward smiles, they were greeted with hugs. But not quite in a friendly way. A hug that one would give another after they had been in a car accident, or some similar life-changing tragedy. They never said a word either, just a hug, and then they moved on. 

However, it appeared that Lila never took the hint. She stayed completely delusional in the belief that the class was on her side. 

In the classroom, she was fishing for attention. Marinette heard her asking around, “hey, do you want to hear about my vacation plans to Hawaii?” And, “oh during lunch I got a call from Jagged Stone! He heard about the whole thing and called to comfort me!” 

No one took the bait. Not even a ‘maybe later’. Just cold hard silence. 

By the time the school day came to an end, the classmates started to speak to each other, but it wasn’t ever anything more than school and homework related. Absolutely no gossip, nothing about media consumption, nothing. 

It was almost as if all friendships had been reset to zero and everyone was reconsidering what they knew about each other. 

Thankfully, Nino seemed pretty solid in his loyalty to Adrien. “Hey dude,” he asked softly after the last class of the day. In the silence of the room, he was still heard pretty clearly by everyone. “If you’re not going home, where are you staying right now?” 

“Oh,” Adrien tried to keep his voice even quieter. “I’m actually staying with Marinette. Chat Noir thought she was safest.”

“Chat Noir said that? I wonder why?”

“He seems to have a good opinion of her.” 

“We’ve talked.” Marinette clarified. “A few times. He’s stopped on my balcony during patrol and stuff.”

There was a scoff in the back of the room. “Really? He’s stopped by your house? You’re that chummy with Chat Noir?” Lila mocked. 

Before Marinette could reply, the rest of the class groaned. 

“Just shut up.” Alix barked back. 

“Chat Noir had to protect Marinette while I was akumatized,” Nathaniel added. “It was on the Ladyblog too.” 

“Oh, so now we’re taking all interviews on the Ladyblog as gospel?” Lila huffed, crossing her arms. “Hmm, sounds like favoritism to me.” 

“Except Chat Noir corroborated Marinette’s story.” Alya added. “He praised her quick thinking. He’s mentioned her in high esteem a few times.”

“Fine. But did you ever ask Ladybug about our friendship?”

Alix moaned. “Are you still talking?” 

Alya forged ahead. “No, I didn’t. But Adrien said this morning that Ladybug called you out in front of him.” 

“Adrien and Marinette are both liars, and everything they say should be taken with a grain of salt.” Lila sneered.

Adrien clenched his fist, about to speak, but Marinette just stood from her seat. Calmly, she packed up her bag, and shouldered it. “If this is the hill you want to die on, be my guest. If there’s anything I’ve learned from our classmates, it's that if you call someone a liar, they’ll just think you’re jealous. So good luck with all that.” 

Alya inhaled a quick breath, that Marinette ignored. 

“You ready to go?” She asked Adrien.

“Absolutely.” He gathered his supplies and they rushed from the room. 

Once outside, Adrien let out a sigh. “What a fatal last comment.” 

“Ehh, I probably went too far. But I am still kind of salty about the whole thing. I’m ready to forgive and let my bitterness go, but I’d at least like an apology first.” 

“I think they definitely owe you one.” 

“Maybe I’ll get more on Monday. It felt like everyone was…kinda in shock all day.” 

“No kidding.”

“Chloe surprised me. I’ve been…kind of hesitant to trust her again, but what she did for you today was really something.” 

Adrien almost forgot he wasn’t supposed to know about Miracle Queen, since everyone in the city, including Alya, had been in a trance. There was no coverage of it anywhere. No one knew why the auxiliary heroes were all retired, and no one knew about the Miracle Box being taken. Thank God.

“I know Chloe’s a brat, but she’s…been getting better?” 

Marinette shook her head, and spoke in code, since they were out in public. “She was. Honestly, I was really proud of her and how hard she was working to be a friend again. But…the reason I’m the guardian now, it’s kind of her fault. She was the akuma. But, she did it willingly. The big bad got a hold of the Jewelry Box and offered her the Comb if she worked with him. Him getting a hold of it was my mistake…but all the other friends were revealed because of her.” She paused for a moment. “I wonder why you weren’t summoned forward too, since you had the snake and all.” 

“I was inside.” He clarified. “I saw the bees swarming out in the streets, so I stayed hunkered down in my room. I guess I didn’t realize at the time it was Chloe, but with bees and all...it makes sense.” He pursed his lips. “I didn’t notice Chloe acting much different. I wonder if her standing up for us was her trying to absolve herself.” 

Marinette shrugged. “She’ll have to keep it up, I’m afraid. But I can’t give her the comb again. It’s just too dangerous.” 

“It’s not your responsibility to fix people, Marinette. I know you want to, but Chloe is a damaged person. She will get better in time, but you gave her several chances. You can stop.” 

Marinette let out a breath. “Yeah. You’re right. Thanks Adrien.” 

“Anytime.” 

Desperate for a change in topic as they reached the locker room, Marinette asked, “how’d it go with Kagami? You came back kinda late so I didn’t get the chance to ask.” 

“Oh, it went good. Really good.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah. She said she’s over me already. I suspect she’s lying...but we had a good talk. She’s on our side at least. She doesn’t believe I could molest anyone.”

“As she should.”

“She says she hopes to hang out with you again soon.” 

“I wouldn’t mind but…I think it might be a little awkward for a while.”

“She said you’d say that too.” He laughed. 

“Wow, she sure does have me pegged.” 

Adrien wrestled his duffle out of his locker, slinging it over his shoulder. 

“Is that everything you need?” Marinette asked. “Do you need me to get Ladybug to get anything else?”

“Nope,” he shrugged. “All of my earthly possessions are in here. At least, the things I can’t live without.” 

“Do you need me to carry anything?”

“Nope, I got it.” 

So they headed out, not running into any of their classmates. However, as they left the locker room, they could hear yelling coming from the second floor, where their class was. 

“Well, it’s not an akuma.” Adrien said with a tiny smirk. 

“Should we intervene?”

“No. I think we’ve had enough drama for the last two days.”

“Yeah…” Marinette breathed. “Speaking of drama…I spoke to Luka at lunch.” 

“Oh? How’d that go?”

“Not good. Not good at all. He feels…like I wasted his time. He was upset.” 

“Oh…”

“He thought that I was trying to get over you so that he and I could date, but that’s not exactly what happened. He thought his persistent pursuing me meant he was first in line to date me.”

Adrien winced. That’s kind of how Chat Noir had acted too. Boy, she would be pissed when she found out who he was. Maybe he shouldn’t tell her after all…

“So yeah, that’s how we left things. I’ve been kicked off the Kitty Section team indefinitely…”

“Oh Marinette…” Adrien cooed, resting a hand on her waist. 

“Nope. Don’t talk to me like that, or I will cry.” She blinked rapidly. “I knew whatever I said would break his heart. But…I think if he had been gracious about it, I would have taken it harder. For him to react the way he did makes me feel like I dodged a bullet.”

“I know exactly how you feel. Trust me.” He tugged her close and gave her a little side squeeze. 

The rest of the trip to the bakery was taken in silence as both teens were lost in their own thoughts. Both mulling over ‘what if’s of the future, and what was going to happen next. 

Especially a very long conversation that had to happen. 

At the bakery, Sabine greeted both of them with kisses to the cheeks. “Hello you two! How was school? Survive okay?”

“Survive is an apt word.” Marinette chuckled weakly. “Lila’s not going out without a fight.” 

“Well, my offer still stands, if you need me to request a parent teacher conference, I will!” 

“Thank you Mrs. Cheng,” Adrien stated, “but…my father threatened a lawsuit. If that doesn’t get her mother’s attention, I don’t know what will.”

“Oh my! She’s that bad? I just assumed it was rumors and gossip. A Lawsuit is quite serious!”

“Well, my father fired her yesterday after she left here. In order to save face, she accused me of sexual harassment.” 

Sabine tutted. “That girl is a real piece of work. I’m sorry you’re both having to deal with this! Whatever you need, just ask!” 

Adrien gave a weak smile. “Could I have an almond danish?” 

Sabine laughed. “Oh sweetie, you didn’t need to ask.” She took one out of the case and handed it to him. “Now, I have to get back to work, but we can finish this conversation later. Adrien, Tom and I wake up very early, so we think it’s best if you stayed in Marinette’s room so we didn’t wake you up. You can behave yourselves, right?”

“Yes ma’am!” Adrien agreed a little too enthusiastically.  

“Good, then scoot!” She shooed them out of the bakery.

“Are you okay with that, Marinette?” He asked. “Or are you afraid I’d sexually harass you in your sleep?”

“You touch me anyway I don’t approve, and you’ll be hanging from your ankles from the top of the Eiffel Tower.” 

He snorted. “Noted!”

Adrien followed her silently upstairs into the apartment. Now that they were alone, he knew he had to tell her. He needed to say everything, so they could move forward and make a plan. As he took the steps up to her room, his hands began to sweat around the strap of his bag. Just do it. Just say it. 

“You can set your bag here,” Marinette began. “The bathroom is across the hall from the living room, but you can keep your toothbrush here at my sink if you want. I’ll get some pillows and blankets—“

“I’m Chat Noir.” 

He said it when she had her back turned, so he didn’t have to see her face. She continued to face away from him, her shoulders slowly tightening with anxiety, like a coil about to snap. 

“I should have told you yesterday,” he continued, desperate to make sure she heard it all before she freaked out. “But you were so panicked with everything else, I just didn’t want to add to it. I didn’t want to hide from you, My Lady.” 

She flinched, ducking her head slightly. 

“I went home yesterday. My father greeted me at the door, and we talked about trust. He said he approved of you and I seeing each other, and he said he would remove Lila from my photoshoots. You know this. And then…he said he had something he wanted to trust me with.” He licked his lips, finding them unbearably dry. “He pressed some buttons on the painting of my mother, and this elevator lowered through the floor. At the bottom, there was this huge cavern I had never been in before. There was a bridge, and then a garden on the other side, and in a…it looked like a coffin, but I think it was a life support machine…my mother was there. She’s in a magical coma, from using the broken Peacock Miraculous. Dad revealed himself to be Hawkmoth, and he explained he wanted our Miraculous so he could use the ultimate power to wake her up.” He inhaled, his breath stuttering with faintly concealed sobs. “Then he asked me to help him. He had been using Lila as an akuma trigger, but since she was fired, he wanted me to take her place.” 

“And what did you say?” Marinette’s voice was hollow and dull. 

“I didn’t say anything. I was just in shock. He was crying and…I wanted to save my mother too. I know his method is wrong, and I can’t help but think the ultimate wish isn’t going to do what we want…”

“So Plagg stole the Miraculous while he was sleeping?” 

“Yes. I thought about getting you, but I had to work quickly. I didn’t want to fight him. And after I gave them to you last night, I returned home, and he was waiting for me.”

“So he knows?”

“No. I had an alibi, but…he still drugged me and tore my room apart looking for them. I woke up at some point, disoriented and confused, and I attempted to fight him, that’s how I got my black eye.” 

Finally, finally, Marinette turned around, showing the tear streaks running down her face. “I was so worried about you.” She whispered. 

“Oh bugaboo…” He rushed to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into a strong and solid hug. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t risk getting caught. That’s why I left.”

“I understand, you did the right thing.” Her fingers dove into his hair, scratching at his scalp in a calming way. “I’m so proud of you, kitty.” 

“Thank you, my lady.” He squeezed her. “And I am most certainly not disappointed in you for what happened. I know it was an accident, and I’m here to help you. I was worried about you, because I love you. I love you so so much, Marinette.” 

She croaked out a sob and nuzzled her face into his shoulder. “I’m so glad it’s you. I’m sorry I kept breaking your heart, but I’m so glad it’s you! It was always you, the boy I loved. The boy I kept turning you down for…I’ve always loved you.”

“And now you know how I feel isn’t a celebrity thing,” he chuckled.

“I didn’t doubt you for a second.” She clutched his shirt. “You said you loved me even more since you found out who I was. I trust you, Adrien. With my life.” 

He pulled away enough to look down at her. “This was the final loose end I had to tie up. Telling you who I am.” He reached a hand up, tracing the shell of her ear with his thumb, and letting it trail down to her jaw. “Marinette, would you marry me?”

She snorted, “what?”

“Sorry, I skipped a step. Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

“Wait, I didn’t get to say yes to your proposal!”

He laughed, gathering her tightly and spinning her around. “I love you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng! One day, I’ll make you mine!”

“I’ll hold you to that,” she giggled, elated and bursting at the seams with love. “You’ll have to get it approved by my parents first.” 

“Your parents!” He gasped. “We should tell them! They might not be okay with me sleeping in here if they know! And I don’t want to get on my in-laws' bad side!” 

“Adrien.” Marinette snickered. “It’s okay. We’ll tell them at dinner. And…” She glanced down. “I was thinking about telling them my identity.” 

“Oh?” There was no judgement or caution in his tone, just plum curiosity. 

“It was Tikki’s idea. Now that Hawkmoth isn’t a threat, maybe revealing myself would clear the air, you know, because of unexplained absences?” 

“In that case, can I tell them too?” 

“Uh, sure…why?” 

He rubbed his arm. “I want adults that I can come to if I need help. My father isn’t that for me. One day, I’ll probably tell him the truth, but…Not now. I’m too scared.” 

“Alright Kitty, we’ll tell them tonight at dinner. After all, we have to get their permission to go to Tibet this weekend.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “That soon?” 

“Sure! We have to talk to the guardians about how to save your mom after all.” 

His face melted from giddy to astonished, as he beheld her. “You…you want to save my mom?”

“Of course Kitty! You love her, don’t you? If she can be saved, we should at least try.”

He opened and closed his mouth, fighting for words of gratitude. ‘Thank you’ wasn’t strong enough. It didn’t mean enough. ‘I love you’ was starting to sound repetitive. Emotion seeped out of him, drenching his cheeks with tears of joy of being in love and being so loved in return. It was overwhelming, but so welcomed. He couldn’t hold it back anymore. 

He kissed her roughly, thoroughly, solidly. Hands wrapped around her, grabbing, tugging, caressing, bringing her closer and closer, until he could be all consumed with her, her scent, her taste. Her everything. 

He took her bottom lip between his, sucking and teasing with his teeth, while he coyly tugged on her belt loop. 

Then suddenly, they were tumbling, as her leg hit the edge of the settee and she lost balance. She landed with a little ‘oof’ right on the cushion, as he braced himself above her. 

Her impossibly blue eyes stared up into his, before she burst into giggles. “Whoops.” 

“Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine, Kitty.” 

“Good. Are you comfortable?” 

“Yes? Why?” 

“Because I’m not done with you yet,” and he returned to capture her lips again with an open mouthed kiss. He indulged for a moment, just before pulling away. “If that’s okay, My Lady?” 

“Its alright, my Prince.” 

His cheeks colored a little at the pet name. “I like that one.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah...” He finally closed the distance, his touch much more gentle, tender, and just savoring the moment.

“I love you.” He whispered between caresses. “I love you.” 

“I love—“ she giggled as he cut her off over and over. “I love you! I love you!” 

“Marinette! Adrien! Dinner’s ready!” 

They pulled apart to look at each other before they started laughing all over again. “Did we just—?” 

“Kiss for two hours?” Asked Plagg, with the dullest voice. “Yes. Yes you did.” 

Tikki elbowed him. “Leave them alone Plagg. They’re in love!” 

“Yeah,” said Adrien, sappily. “We’re in love...” 

“Go to dinner!!” 

[thewatermelloncat]

Bad Places

A/N: I was inspired to write this after reading a post on Buzzfeed about sexual harassment females have endured in their workplaces. One example hit me deep and I decided to write this in response to it. I wanted to spiel off about how this shouldn’t have a warning because it is unfortunately reflective of the world we live in today. But I have included one because it’s a rough subject to deal with. So, read at your own discretion.

Warnings: Sexual harassment (verbal)

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The sky of the Isle was beginning to be lit by the first few stars poking through the clouds, as you worked with Harry on the deck of the Lost Revenge. Of course, you hadn’t meant to be working under the light of the stars and the lanterns that glowed from the wharf, but such as the nature of having many things to complete in a day, sometimes things ran later than expected. So here you and Harry were, finishing the day’s tasks before the light of dawn.

The ship was peaceful while you worked without the rush of crew members on the deck. You and Harry didn’t talk much - aside from discussing the task at hand - you didn’t really know each other well seeing as you’d only joined the crew the previous month. He was also much higher than you in rank, and it seemed inappropriate for you to try and make conversation with him. But it was nice to work in silence sometimes.

If only it could have stayed that way.

 At the first sound of a wolf whistle you didn’t think much of it. Boys and men on the Isle weren’t the most considerate when it came to manners, and unfortunately you were used to it. You kept your head down and remained focused on rethreading the sail laid out on the deck. Though your lack of attention seemed to annoy the group, which one of them notified you of in yelling, “Bitch!”

At his words you look up to see a group of four or so young men up on the wharf, looking down at you from the railing. You say nothing, giving them nothing more than a glare before tending back to the sail.

“Come on baby, I could rock your world better than that ship!”

The words call your attention back up to the wharf, where if you’re not mistaken a sexual gesture is being made. In disgust you turn away. With your eyes back on the ship you see Harry stopped where he is working, looking up at them with an annoyed glint in his eyes. But before you can think about that further you instinctively put your head back down and get back to work.

And with the lack of your attention, the young men on the wharf move away.

 The sound of your hammer pounding at the loose nails on the deck had become rhythmic by the time you were disturbed again. It had maybe been an hour since your encounter with the young men, and you’d been stupid to hope it would be the last of the night as a group of middle-aged pirates stumble across the wharf. You can hear them conversing lowly to themselves as you feel their eyes on you.

“What you doing a man’s work for, gorgeous?” one of them calls out leaning on the railing, his friends stopping behind him.

It was clear to you that they’re drunk but it doesn’t make it any better as you feel uncomfortable in your own skin. You don’t dare to look up at them, not wanting to see a group of men over twice your age gawking at you. If you’re honest, you’re expecting them to yell something else out at you, but it’s Harry’s voice that surprises you.

“I’m incredibly flattered, but I am a man” he calls back to them from the other side of the deck from you, stacking boxes.

You can’t help but snicker under your breath at his quick and effortless reply. You’d only seen Harry as a serious figure in the dynamic of the crew, and for him use a sense of humour to deflect a comment off of you without missing a beat filled you with a sense of gratitude.

And it seemed to have its effect as the group of pirates continue to stumble off from the wharf.

 When the next chorus of wolf whistles sounded, you and Harry were working together inspecting the state of the ropes and checking the pully systems on the masts. You tried your best to tune them out and the resulting comments that followed. Harry also seemed to be watching them out of the corner of his eye as you both remained about doing your work. It wasn’t until you both moved to the mizzen that they caught your eye as you walked past them.

“When you get off you should come back to my place and get me off, if you know what I mean?” one called to you before you could avert your eyes. Following their comment, the group around them joined into a performance of sexual noises and inappropriate movements.

At the post of the mizzen you turn away from them but the sound follows you. You keep your head down with your eyes lowered to the ground as your hands mechanically go about checking the tension of the ropes.

Eventually with the lack of reaction the group move along, but still you don’t look up. It isn’t until you hear Harry’s voice that you raise your eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly. Somehow the surprisingly caring tone of his voice makes you feel worse.

You nod, though you know he can see through it. You were supposed to be fine. The Isle doesn’t allow for you to be anything else; nothing was supposed to faze you. Men were supposed to behave in that way, it was normal. You had to be strong, you had to be fine. You were fine.

 It was a relief for you to finally be sweeping the deck, it meant your work was almost over. Soon you would be able to return home to rest up before the next day. A smile started to spread on your face at the thought of going to sleep, only for it to drop when you hear a rowdy group of boys parading along the wharf.

You close your eyes in the hope that they’ll pass you by without an incident, surely three in a night was enough. Daringly you hold your breath as if it would help you to maintain hope, only to sigh in despair when it doesn’t work.

“You’re wearing too many clothes. Take them off!” the apparent leader of the group calls out.

Instinctively you hug your coat tighter around your body, wishing that you were suddenly wearing more layers. Just them looking at you, knowing that they were wishing you were baring everything for them to see, made you feel violated.

At your reaction one of the men guffaws and turns to the man who spoke. “Wonder if she’s a virgin” he says hitting his friend on the arm.

You gasp and spin around to the other side of the mainmast post, hiding from their view. The rope tied around it presses into your back uncomfortably as you lean against it, but you don’t care as you push yourself further into the post, wanting to be swallowed up by it. Your world goes fuzzy as the words echo around in your mind, and you’re vaguely aware of panicked breaths expanding in your lungs.

Out of the corner of your eye you half watch as Harry storms to the gangplank holding his hook in a tight grip, but you miss the words he yells at the group before they slink away. The only sound you can hear is the beating of your own heart.

You come to as Harry stands in front of you placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Come on, I’m gonna walk you home.”

At his words you want to protest and remind him that you both still have work to do, but you don’t trust yourself to speak. You want to stay to complete your tasks, showing dedication to the crew, but your drive for survival has kicked in and you just want to get out. So, you hesitate before you nod your head.

 The streets are nearly empty aside from the homeless and those passed out drunk outside of the taverns, as you and Harry walk through the streets of the Isle. He hadn’t said a word since you’d both left the ship, but you hadn’t either. Though you felt his eyes watching over you as you walked.

Nearing the end of the market you step away from the glow of the lanterns on the main street and into the darkness of the alleys. The sudden absence of light doesn’t bother you; you’d walked these alleys plenty of times before. It isn’t until you hear a group of men laughing that you subconsciously step closer to Harry, who reaches over and puts a protective arm around you.

“It’s alright, I got you” he calms, looking down at you.

Although you can’t see the men your heart still pounds in your chest, and without meaning to you shrink into his touch, comforted by the warmth of his arm around you. For the rest of the walk to your home you’re scared that it might leave you, but it never does.

 When you reach the stairs before your rickety loft you expect Harry to leave you there and then, but instead he continues forward guiding you up the steps. And still at the top of the stairs he waits while you fish your key out of your pocket and unlock the door.

“You alright?” he checks again once you’ve stepped through the doorway.

You nod to him with a small smile. “Thanks for walking me home.”

He makes a dismissal noise and shakes his head. “Not a problem. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow” you agree as you begin to close the door, but you hesitate before it shuts. “Harry?” you ask pushing it back open.

“Yeah?” he says turning around from facing the staircase.

“Uhm” you hesitate again before getting your words together. “Why were you so nice about this? Most guys wouldn’t care, they’d probably join in.”

“I have two sisters” he begins, leaning against the railing. “One older, one younger. I know Harriet has to deal with it already, and it seems like she takes it all in ‘er stride, but I see how it affects her.” he stops, sighing slightly. “I don’t even wanna think about CJ having to go through it when she gets older.”

“Well, at least she’ll have someone like you to protect her through it” you tell him.

“She will” he agrees, a small smile spreading on his face as he looks away from you.

“Good night Harry” you say, drawing the conversation to a close.

Harry nods a goodbye to you before making his way down the stairs and disappearing into an alley. Even long after he’s gone, you look out across the Isle watching the lanterns shining like stars in the streets past the alleys where you live, thinking that maybe the Isle isn’t such a bad place.

[supertweetycherry]

TRAPPED || [Part 1 - The Past]

--Pairings: Jung Hoseok x Reader (You)  

--Genre: Mafia au! Childhood Friends au! High school au! — Romance, Angst, Slight Fluff, Friends to Enemies.

--Ratings: Strictly Pg18 

--Warnings: Slight Possessiveness, Slight Depression, Lot of Sadness, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Sexual Harassment and Mentions of School Bullying.

--Summary: Trapping a fish in a hook takes time. You have to wait for hours before the creature takes the bait. But once they are hooked, there is no un-doing it. Isn’t that what happened with you? 

--Word Count: 6.2k 

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Part 1 - The Past

To catch a fish, the fishermen had to set his trap from the beginning. He had to bait the fish, tempt her to take his sweet offerings and then wait for her to come to him. It’s a long process but he had to be very patient. What happens when that waiting period turns into hours? Will the fish ever take the bait?

For you, it started from the very beginning.

You first met him when you were a toddler. Your mother had placed you into the same sandbox as him. Apparently, you and your family were on a vacation in Jeju Island. Over there, your ever loving mother had found herself an invite to a Mom’s weekly play party. It was held in one of the resorts owned by the island.  

Your mother being the party goer herself, instantly accepted the invitation. On that morning, she had woken up early and dressed you up in a pink frock and white sandals before making her way to the resort with you in her arms. Upon reaching there, the women had dropped you off by the play area for kids like you.

At that time, you barely had any sense of direction. Your 15-month-old toddler mind couldn’t filter what’s right and what’s wrong. Not to mention, you had a very strange habit of hugging anything or anyone that comes in your sight. So, when your mother had placed you, next to a crying chubby toddler and a group of giggling female toddlers, you had defied the laws of the society and went after the crying baby.

He had looked so cute to you that day, that you couldn’t help but stare at him for few minutes before making your move. Especially with his little beady eyes and small heart-shaped lips, you had no problem in stretching your arms out and engulfing the little elephant in your supposed hug as a way to sooth his cries. Initially, it didn’t work out but, as you continued to scoot closer to the boy, you had managed to catch his attention.

The little boy had looked at you like you had cooties. But you didn’t care. You just wanted to hug him. Your beaming smile was evident enough that you had no plans of leaving him alone, especially with his eyes puffy and red. You just wanted to shoo away all his worries. And maybe that’s why, you didn’t let go when he tried to shift away from you.

“Geee off... orff!” You remember giggling when he had made those jabs at you to leave him. But being a stubborn baby yourself, you refused to release the little elephant from your grip.

“Huggies.” You whispered the word, burying your head in his chest. It was one of the only few words you knew at that time.

And maybe that’s why, he eventually gave up and let you hug him out.

It was your little stubborn gesture that turned this meeting into a blooming start of your long friendship.

From that day on, as your mother received more and more invitations to ‘Moms Only’ clubs, you kept meeting the boy again and again. And like always, you wouldn’t let him go until he eventually grew fond of you.

“Gu Gu Ga Ga... Yu Yu Ga Ga.” Yeah, that was your toddler language when you couldn’t remember the big words.

Few weeks later, when it was time for your family to return back home in Seoul, you shared a tearful goodbye with the chubby boy. You had grown to care for him. His warming smiles, his shinning eyes, his soft soft skin... you had grown so fond of them.

You still didn’t know his name but, your mother had called him ‘Hopie’ once. Atleast that’s what you thought she said.

“Hopie... cess miss you.” You babbled at him as he hung tightly against your frame. He was a bit reluctant to let you go. After weeks of being together, the boy didn’t want you to be separated from him. Not even for a second.

And so, to calm him down, you had placed a little toddler kiss on his nose before slipping out of his slippery fingers. It was short and cute, but also satisfying.

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Time passed, and you missed the toddler dearly. You missed his rare smiles, the occasion shinning glint in his brown beady eyes, and the little touches he made towards you.

And the hugs. Definitely the hugs.

You dearly hoped that you would meet him one day again.

Luckily, that day came when you started your pre-school. You found him in the same way again, sitting to the side and away from everyone else. His features were so recognisable that he stood out from all the normal ones. You had no trouble at all.

That aloof aura was still around him. He was still giving the bad vibes to anyone who came within ten feet of his vicinity. He still looked chubbier than ever, and you had no problem when you jumped at him from behind, latching onto his big back like a monkey.

“Hopie!”

The sound of your loud voice had startled him a bit, and you almost feared that he might drop you. But luckily, he had recognised the familiar vanilla scent wafting off you. And that was enough for the boy to pull you up in his arms and never let you go.

You had been so happy that day, that you ended up ignoring everyone else around you.

You paid attention to no-one except your long lost toddler friend. The two of you seemed so comfortable that most of the time, you were snuggled up against him, just enjoying the warmth from his big arms. Even when the day ended, you hadn’t left your Hopie’s hand. Not even when your father tried to bait you with an ice-cream.

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As more days passed, the both of you became closer. You spent most of your time with him, alienating yourself from others just so you could make him feel comfortable. Its not like he hated everyone around him, its just no-one really looked past his chubby body. Every kid in their class would point him out for being ‘fat’ and it enraged you whenever they did.  

So, to prevent any fights from happening, you only spent time with your soon-to-be best friend, Hopie.

“It’s Hoseok, Y/n. Not Hopie.” He whined for the tenth time that day as he pronounced his name with correct syllable and right sound.

“Ho-sook.” You tried. But he was nearly 15 months older than you, which means he had more experience. So, when you kept getting his name wrong, he eventually gave up and stayed as ‘Hopie’ for you.

That is until, you guys started your major schooling years and you finally got his name right.

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As young teenagers, you both had matured a little. Your friendship has bloomed into an unbreakable bond. Not even the bias views from other kids around your age could deter you anymore.

“Why do you even hangout with him, Y/N? He’s so weird.” One of your elementary school friend mused when she saw you consistently bringing Hoseok into their ‘friends only’ conversations.

You had noticed a strange frown on her face.

“Because he’s my best friend.” You happily replied with a big smile before continuing to put gemstones into the friendship bracelet you had created for Hoseok.

“But I’m your best friend.” The girl had slightly hissed. “He’s just some fat weirdo with no friends.”

Her words had instantly pissed you off. You instantly gave her a heated glare before taking your pencil back from her slimy fingers.

“He’s not a fat weirdo. He’s just a cute chubby boy. And he’s a completely normal guy with a completely normal behaviour.” You retorted before gathering up your supplies. “And FYI, he does have a friend. He has me. I’m his best friend.”

And with that, you stalked off to a another table.

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As the elementary schooling passed, you became more and more connected to Hoseok. He became the best friend that you never had. You both equally supported and protected each other.

Even at the high school age, you guys never felt ashamed to be hugging or seeking out each other’s touches.

You still considered him as your little elephant while he still considered you as his spoilt princess.

You both had promised to be with each other forever and to never let go.

He was special to you, because he was a ray of sunshine in your life. He brightened you up like a star.

You had grown so fond of him that when the time came... you fell hard for him.

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Few years later, you reached your sophomore year and you had started to develop hard feelings for him. Every touch, every smile, every gesture that he made, became more and more prominent as your feelings heightened.

“What’s this?” You asked, looking up at him in question. He had a gentle smile on his face. His shinning brown eyes were boring into your dark ones as if he was amused.

“It’s for you, princess.”

Your insides quickly warmed up with that little pet name of his. He had started using it just few months ago. It had taken you a moment, but you were able to push down that faint blush that was creeping up on your cheeks. Quickly raising the velvet box to your eye-level, you unwrapped the large ribbon on it and opened the box, to find something you hadn’t expected from him.

“Happy Birthday, Princess.”

You were stunned at the gift. Your mouth hung open as you looked at him and back at the box.

He had given you a pair of simple diamond stud earrings with blue exterior.

And they seemed fucking expensive.

“Do you like them?” He asked with a huge smile on his lips. He had somehow brought his face closer to you.

“I love them.” you whispered, feeling a little dizzy at the stare he was giving you.

“I’m glad you liked it. I had specially ordered them to be custom made for you.” You shyly smiled at him.

Hoseok has always showered you with gifts. Not because he was rich and wealthy, but because he wanted to. Atleast thats what he claimed. You just nodded and believed him every single time, because you knew he would never lie to you.

Usually his gift didn't affected you much, but these days, every one of his presents were becoming more and more important, and meaningful to you.

“May I?” He asked, holding up his fingers for permission.

You nodded and let him fix them in your ears.

“How do I look?”

“You look amazing as always.” This alone made you blush like hell. But you managed to cover it up behind your arm.

The next thing you know, he was hugging you from behind, just sniffing in on your vanilla scent. You let him.

It was a friendly gesture, right?

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At the start of your Junior year, Hoseok has changed and morphed into one of the most handsome boys in your school. The sudden body weight drop was so quick that you had failed to recognize him when he came back from his summer holidays that year.

He had to physically twirl you around in his strong arms to make you realize who he was.

Apparently, during that summer, you had stayed behind to work on your extra curriculum activities while your best friend had went out for a family vacation.

It was the only vacation where he didn’t invite you in for. And the only vacation he hadn’t bothered to explain. Whatever happened during that time, it has changed him. His height has increased, his shoulders had broaden, and his features have became more sharp.

There was a new sense of style in him. He seemed more relaxed, lean and on the edge all at the same time. There were also a stack of mini muscles that he has gained. You had felt them when he had hugged you on the day of his return. You also noticed the roughness of his hands and the strong hold he now possessed.

It all seemed so strange to you. But you didn’t question it.

Instead, you used that time to focus on your feelings. They had increased in volume so much that it became hard for you to tune them out. Sooner or later, you came in terms with them. But you refused to say it out loud to anyone. Your rich family of lawyers and policemen didn’t approve of Hoseok anymore. They rejected the boy two years ago when they met his parents. They had labeled him as dangerous and immature, and had concluded that your best friend was unfit to be around you.

He was a bad influence.

And maybe he was. After all, you were ready to defy all your family’s rules for him. Your bond with him was so close that you couldn’t leave him even if you wanted to. You had given him your full trust.

And maybe, that was your first mistake.

That boy didn't deserve your trust. At all.

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Things took a turn when the school year started. See, unlike previous years, Hoseok has risen up the social ladder while you had been toppled off due to your intimate friendship with your handsome best friend.

Everyone envied the bond between you two. The girls could not see their chance of grabbing Hoseok slip away to a nerd, while the boys couldn’t wait to bang the said nerd.

It was a sticky situation for you. The teasing in the halls and the leg trips here and there, has increased for you.

You became so depressed and lonely during that time, not even the three chipmunks could cheer your mood up. The three young boys who had been with Hoseok and you since the beginning. Hoseok had introduced them to you when you guys were in the 5th grade. They latched onto you like little kids, begging to have your attention from time to time.

They were babies. And they needed an older female figure in their life. You became that figure.

You loved them like your little brothers.  

“Noona, you should confess to hobi hyung soon. He’s going crazy these day.”

You literally chocked on your water as the youngest chipmunk in your vicinity smirked at your reaction. You were wheezing and coughing as you tried to get the water out of your lungs.

“Ya!” You scolded the middle child, hitting him on the back of his head. “Kim Taehyung, you cheesy sneezer! Who filled your head with this nonsense?”

“Oh please, Noona.” The eldest of them scoffed, shoving his mochi hands in your face. “We’re not blind. We can see everything. You and hobi hyung has the hots for each other.”

“Yeah, just go and kiss it out.” Needless to say, you were not surprised when the younger of them also joined in. “You guys act like little toddlers on their first date.”

At those words, your cheeks were instantly dusted with a pink hue. Sighing, you slumped down your shoulders in defeat. These boys were crazy. Nothing get past them so easily.

“Hoseok and I are just best-friends, kookie. Nothing more than that.” You said quietly, hoping that they wouldn’t pry too much on it.

“Keep thinking that and one day you’ll loose him for good.” It was meant to be a joke but it affected you with a sharp stab to your heart.

“Jungkook shut up!” The other two berated the young kid. You just shrugged, refusing to show anything.

“Don’t go on the makane’s words, noona. Just confess to hobi hyung now before things get ugly.”

You didn’t know what they were talking about, but you sure knew that these three had crazy imaginations. So, you shut them up with a little ‘Shut up’ before slumping down next to them in the grass.

If only, you had taken heed to their warning....

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“Listen here tramp, let me make this easy and clear for you.” Park Soo-bin, the typical queen bee of your high school has managed to corner you against the ladies toilets, once again. She was one of the most prettiest girls in the school, but she had a personality of a wicked villain. You have tried to avoid her on so many occasions recently, but that girl is so persistent at getting her message across. “Stay the fuck away from my Hobi. He doesn’t need a gold digger like you coming in his way to greatness. He’s part of the popular gang. And popular people don’t hang out with dirty little rags like you. I’m sure you are aware of the hierarchy, right?”  

You didn’t reply. Your eyes were already filling up with tears at her blunt statement. The hierarchy difference between you and your best friend was too big. You had always known that.  

“Speak when spoken to, nerd!” The girl hissed, taking your hair into her hand and pulling on them. You heard yourself whimpering at the sudden pain, but you hadn’t replied one word to her.

You refused to.

You maybe helpless in your love life, but you were not the one to take an order so easily. Hoseok didn’t raise you like this. All those years, he had told you to stand up against people, even if its him.  

Not to mention your family line of protective lawyers and policemen, you were capable enough to handle these girls.

And that’s how you ended up in the principle’s office with your hair pulled into a mess, various scratch marks covering your arms, a busted lip and bleeding knuckles. The two other girls who joined in the fight were in a similar state while the main one, the typical bitch of this school, was crying over a broken nail and a red cheek.

If you were being honest, it was the two younger girls that were behind most of your injuries, while the queen bee had watched from the sidelines until you had managed to land a hit on her. Needless to say, you felt so satisfied when your palm had come in contact with her smooth, powdery cheek.

“She needs to be expelled! She doesn’t deserve to be here!”

“Look at my child. That girl has no manners.”

“My poor Soo-bin.”

The accusations went flying past your head like baseball. You rolled your eyes and stood leaning against the wall, glaring at the main bitch of the room. She was mouthing the words of your demise, by sliding her thumb across her neck, to show how much trouble you were in. But you didn’t care. You just raised an eye-brow at her attitude.

Maybe, listening to all the words she was saying, you could maybe smack her again, right in front of the principle and her parents. But because of your parent’s disapproval looks, you stepped back.

When all the shouting was over, you had slipped away with a small warning. All thanks to your uncle, who had used his law to corner the parents into an agreement. But even then, your own parents were not happy with you.

You had clearly seen the disappointment flashing in their eyes. It hurted you a bit, but you managed to survive it. You were more worried about Hoseok who still hasn’t returned from his week long vacation to an unknown place that only him and his family knew about.

You were a little dejected by his so called ‘special family plans’, but you had figured, it was some sort of family thing that the Jungs have. Unlike your own parents, Hoseok’s family had no problem with accepting you in the family as one of their own daughters. You were close to them from the beginning, especially to Hoseok’s older sister, Jung Ji-Wo.

“Stay away from him, Y/n. This is my last warning to you.” Those have been your father’s orders when he discovered the reason behind the whole fiasco with the school’s queen bee. As usual, he had grown angry at the revelation and had warned you before walking off.

You just shrugged at his words in return. You can never stay away from Hoseok, whether he likes it or not.

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As more days passed with no news from your best friend and Park Soo-bin growing impatient with your aloof behaviour towards her, the eldest chipmunk’s warning started to ring in your head. It was clear that during those two weeks of separation from your best friend, has seemed to alert the whole school of your isolation period and they all ended up using this to their advantages.

Main one being Park Soo-bin—the ultimate dare devil in your high school life.

You wished dearly that Hoseok would come back from his vacation quickly before things gets out of hand. Even though you had successfully handled the three girls that day, fighting off the entire school’s population would definitely be almost next to impossible for you.

Especially when your three helpful chipmunks were also MIA.

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It happed just a day before his return. He had finally contacted you from his secret getaway and apologised for his silence. You forgave him the moment he had called you and just relished in hearing his voice again after such a long time, is when it happened.

The fateful incident.

Some students said you slipped off by accident. Others said you had staged the whole thing. And the more older, responsible ones claimed that you were jerking off someone.

But you knew the truth.

You had been cornered and harassed by the popular gang. The males did all the unthinkable things with you while the females watched you squirm, shout and beg for them let you go. You had remembered screaming, kicking, biting—basically doing anything to avoid being touched and tainted by their grubby hands. When you had finally managed to get away from them with parts of your clothes ripped and skin filled with bruises and marks, Park Soo-bin had smirked in your face before completing the deed with a slight push.

“Bye Bye Y/N.” Those were the last words you heard before you were pushed off the edge of the stairs. You had clambered down the long staircase like a rag doll, your screams muffled by the air being knocked out of you and your limbs flying around as they hit each and every pointy edge of the concrete and steel railings they came in contact with.

You didn’t know what happened next, but you remember waking up in a hospital bed, next to your crying best friend who had his face stuffed in the palm of your right hand, producing loud aching sobs as he kissed and stained your skin with his hot tears.

The sight was only there for few seconds before your eyes fluttered shut once again due to the meds being pumped in your veins.

The next time you woke up was to see your family entering your hospital room. Judging by their depressed and downcast expressions, you had already concluded that you were in a pretty bad shape.

There was no denying in that. Even the doctors had concluded you as a lost case when you hadn’t woken up for two weeks straight.

But somehow, you have survived. And thats what mattered.

One by one, they visited you at random times of the day. First came your mother who had littered your face with sweet kisses and promises to cook all your favourite food when you return home. Next, was your father. He had cried and apologised for not taking strict actions towards the first assault that happened to you in the school. You had just waved his apology away and smiled.  

Few days later, it was your older brother, Taemin, who had visited you. He was the only brother you cared about, because the rest of your cousin brothers were A-grade assholes. Taemin had taken special leave from his special op training so he could be next to you. He had serenaded you to sleep and promised to make everything better.

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The next time you woke up, you found your best friend sleeping on the small couch in front of your bed. He looked disheveled from every angle. His hair were untidy, he had dark bags under his swollen eyes, his skin was pale from the lack of sunlight and he had a slumped, sad posture to his lean body.

The boy truly looked like he had been wrecked over by a bus.

You also noticed six other guys in the room, three of them being your naughty chipmunks and the other three were strangers.

“How are you feeling?” One of them asked with an angelic smile on his face. He was one of the taller ones and one of the strangers in the room. He was dressed casually, but with the way he was hovering over you, checking your vitals and readings, he seemed to know what he was doing.

“Peachy.” You answered, voice cracking at the end. He seemed to be smiling at you before going over to your best friend to wake him up. “No, don’t.” You had barely stopped the boy. He looked at you with puzzled expressions.

“Let him sleep, please. He looks like he needs it.”

He seemed surprised by your caring nature and blinked a large smile at your face.

“I’m glad to see you care about him the way he does for you.” The words were genuine. “You know, he’s been visiting you everyday. But I guess, you were sleeping most of the time.”

“I know.” You replied, looking at Hoseok with affection reflecting in your eyes. “He cares too much for me.”

“I’m glad you think the same way as us. I’m Seokjin by the way, but you can call me ‘Jinnie Oppa’.”

That might have been the mood breaker in the room because you instantly threw him a huge grin. He was sweet and charming.

“I already have an Oppa. And he’s the best one I have.” You retorted playfully, thinking of your older brother, Taemin.

“I make a very good Oppa too, sweetheart.” He winked at you with a pout.

You had giggled and thought the man was charismatic too.

If only you knew that you were talking to a killer...

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“Hoseok, I’m fine.” You assured the boy as he snuggled his crying face into your bandaged arms, producing loud sobs for the other boys to hear.

As soon as he saw you awake, your best friend broke down into literal tears, crying his eyes out as he dipped low, head buried into your arms. His sudden weight on your arms increased your pain but you didn’t let it show one bit.

He was hurt and scared at your battered figure. The least you could do was let him cry. And so, you let him as he quickly changed spots and moved onto your stomach, making your skin vibrate.

“Hosoek...” You cooed the boy, running your hand through his chest-nut hair and caressing his wet face. “Please don’t cry. Look, I’m fine.”

He looked at you with a helpless look before diving against your stomach again.

“I-I thought I l-lost you.” He said through his sobs.

You just smiled and kissed the boy’s head in affection.

“I could never leave you, Hoseok. Didn’t I promise you that?”

It took some time but you were able to calm the boy down. With the help of the others in the room, all of you managed to turn Hoseok’s loud sobs into small hiccups.

“Please, just please, don’t ever leave me, Y/N.” He said quietly, still tucking onto your hand like his life is depended on it. “I need you. I-I cant l-live without y-you.”

Something warm erupted in your chest. But you didn’t let it get to you. What if he means this in a best friend way?

“I won’t ever leave you, hoseok. Your whiny ass wouldn’t survive a day without me.” You joked.

It didn’t work.

“I’m serious, Y/N.” He gave you a look you couldn’t decipher. It made you flush.

“Sorry... I-I just meant—never-mind. Just don’t worry please. I won’t leave you.”

He didn’t look satisfied for some reason but none the less, he still nodded. You were about to question him, but the strangers in the room decided to throw a pizza party. A party where you didn't even get a single slice of pizza since you were on the hospital diet.

“Lucky bastards.”

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“How long has it been?” You asked Hoseok one day. You were still in the hospital but a bit better than before. Hoseok was peeling off some apples for you.

“Nearly a month.” He said, digging the knife into an apple. You could see how clean and fast he was with a knife. The apple was cut into thin slices within a matter of seconds.

“How’s school going? You’re still attending your classes, right?” You didn’t want to touch the topic, but you didn’t want him to sacrifice his studies for you. He’s been spending too much time here during the day and you were simply worried. “Hoseok?”

He hadn’t replied you yet. Instead, a slice of the apple was shoved in your mouth before your best friend smiled at you.

“Don’t worry about anything, Princess. My studies are going fine. Infact—” This is where he pulled out some books from his bag. “—I brought these for you. I hope you are stable enough to go through them with me.”

Your face instantly brightened at the sight of your books.

“Yes, ofcourse I am!”

You were truly a nerd. That’s never gonna change.

“Yay.” You squealed slightly when he dropped one book into your lap. Your good arm was already onto it, feeling the hard, shiny cover before opening the book to see what you have missed.

Hoseok grinned at your enthusiasm.

“Nerd.” He teased.

“Elephant.” You retorted back, but it wasn’t that strong, because in the next second he bursted out into a fit of loud laughter, making you scowl. “It’s not funny!”

He still didn’t listen. So, with a slight irritated huff, you smacked his shoulder. He retaliated by pinning your limbs down and hovering over you.

You were surprised at how easily he kneeled over you, careful not to hurt you but also smart enough to completely pin you to the hospital bed.

“Don’t be a naughty girl, Y/N.” He teased with a slight smirk. “You don’t want to be punished by me, do you?”

Damn, his voice was seductive to you. He had never behaved this way before.

“As if!” You dryly mocked with a laugh before trying to push him off you. But he didn’t listen. Instead, he dipped lower and engulfed you into a tight hug while he laid over you.

“I’m serious.”

You scowled at him. Great, he going to be plastered to you for the whole night. God forbid, if you can survive his lean muscular body resting on top of you.

You were always a sucker for his touches.

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Few days later, things became normal for you. With right medication and right therapy, you were able to walk again. It boosted up your healing process and in no time you were ready to face the hard part of this whole ordeal.

Your culprits.

When you saw them standing in court with tears streaming down their eyes, you felt satisfied. You were in the same place as them when they had touched you in every open spot on your skin. The four young boys who had dared to molest you were jailed the same day. Their actions recorded in a school’s hidden camera in the corridor.

The six girls involved were put to heavy charges, involving; community service, a criminal record for harassing, bullying and attempt to rape, expulsion from the school and for some, being abandoned from their family lines.

Out of all this, the only person you cared about was Park Soo-bin. For some reason, the girl got away with everything. She wasn’t even mentioned as her friends took the blame. And you felt more angry than annoyed.

But that anger turned into shock when you saw the news next day.

“—we’re bringing you live from the Han River. A body has been discovered during the early hours of this morning. It belonged to a school girl, named Park Soo-bin, who had been missing for the past few days from her home and was now recently discovered floating in the river. The body seemed to be tortured, sliced open in many places and its limbs broken in—”

You hadn’t listened to the whole thing. The graphic visual displayed on your TV was enough to hurl your insides in the nearest toilet. Your best friend stood over you, holding back your hair as he patted your back in assurance.

He didn’t seem fazed by the news at all.

“Don’t worry, princess. Everything will be alright now.”

If you were just a little conscious enough to focus on his words, then maybe, you might have noticed the hidden glee lacing his voice...

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Life turned back to normal soon enough. You had started school again and this time no-one bothered you anymore. Not even the left over popular girls who would used to do anything to tease you. But this time, they didn’t do anything besides glaring. And when your three chipmunks came in to cheer you up, their glares had turned into fear.

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As more days passed, you started to ponder on your classmates strange behaviors. They seemed almost scared of you. You had expected them to be angry and furious with you, but they weren’t. It made you question few aspects of your life, but those though were quickly driven out of your mind when your best friend decided to give you a more interesting topic to think about.

His growing closeness with you.

He seemed more touchy than ever these days, always looking out for you and glaring at any boy who walked passed. At first, you were confused, but as you observed him more, you started to notice the difference. He was growing protective of you. There was a untold affection in his eyes that you always hoped to see in him. It warmed your heart and made you happy.

Was he finally feeling something towards you?

“I’m telling you, noona. Hyung is going to propose to you soon.” The youngest chipmunk said one day, taking your sushi out of your hands. “After all, he can’t let the fish get away.”

“Fish?” You questioned but then shook your head at his stupid comparisons. “Just keep eating you dumb bunny.” You shut him up by thrusting another sushi in his mouth.

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It wasn’t long before Jungkook’s words started to come true. Just few weeks after, Hoseok plucked up his courage and proposed to you... with a small condition.

“Do you love me, Y/N?” He asked, holding out a rose to you. Literally everyone in the corridor stared at you both. Hoseok’s eyes were shinning as he brought you slightly closer to him. “I have seen you the way you look at me. It’s the same way I look at you. If you say yes, then remember, there is no going back. You will have to accept me in every shape and size I am. Even if you start to hate me, I will never let you go.”

The words had shocked you. His confession was so sudden that it rendered you a bit stunned. But that didn’t stop you from answering him. You’ve always waited for this moment. You can’t let it get away now.

“Hoseok, why would I ever hate you? I have always loved you.” You said to him, cupping his glowing cheeks. You were so happy in love that you couldn’t see the dark intent in his eyes. “I love your lips, I love your eyes, I love your nose, I love your cheeks, I love everything about you. I have always loved you. You are still my little elephant. And you are still my ray of hope.”

As if the words that triggered something in him, he jerked you closer and met your lips with his, sealing the deal. You could hear cheering in the background, probably from the three annoying chipmunks.

“You are mine now, Y/N. Remember that. You belong to me. No matter what happens next, you cannot escape me.”

And like a foolish girl, you had nodded along to his conditions.

After all, he was your sunshine and you trusted him.

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But you had forgotten one thing. He was not normal like other people. He may be your ray of hope but he was also a force to be reckon with. He may have pledge you to do his sweet biddings and trapped you in his love, but he has also permanently chained you to him.

 Which is why you found yourself in this situation, over and over.

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[you-are-worth-the-wait]

man...typical get together when it comes to my auntie bernadette.  ordered waaay too much food.  8 adults total.  there was a full tray of crispy pata, shanghai lumpia, kare kare, sinigang, a desert dish, a tray of some kind of fish, pancit, chicken adobo, and maybe 1 or 2 extra things.  i know...overkill.  i didn’t even put a dent into it after coming from the gym and being hungry.  the backyard is amazing.  it’s so kewl.  it would be awesome if we just used it as a getaway for the weekend.  go and swim in the pool, relax in the jacuzzi, maybe utilize the place to make food and then just spend the day relaxing together and having our own outdoor picnic literally in “our own backyard” as yo ucan see is pretty awesome.  they leave this thursday and i’m kind of shame to ask for any access right away.  but he has reservations of turning over the keys to the people who are literally begging and letting it be known they want to “house sit” just for the fact that they may be able to utilize the place.  me, i’d just use it for the backyard.  i wouldn’t even have to do in the house.  my uncle is okay with that.  so i told him about maybe utilizing a lock box so technically he wouldn’t have to turn the keys over.  yeah, they’d still have access to the house anytime they wanted but at least i wouldn’t have to go through them just to go into the backyard.  we’ll see.  they plan on coming back again next month so i’ll prolly inquire more about it then.  

nope...no hair cut...it’s growing in wild...and it’s pretty crazy long...and awesome...*lol*  i mean, my dad hates it, my mom is indifferent or maybe likes it cuz my dad hates it :P  me, it’s getting long but i’m kinda okay with it.  i think i get looks and i can’t tell if it’s the good or bad kind.  hard to tell.  not like i ask the girls in the gym what they may be talking about when they keep looking over at me.  maybe it’s because i run in the serenity room?  but no one ever uses the treadmills in there.  and i run and do my own thing, don’t bother anyone, it’s prolly the “safest” place there since it’s tucked in the corner and not many people utilize the machines around me.  i figure as long as i don’t do anything stupid or harass anyone, i should be okay, right?...*ws*  i am curious as to how it will be when i start palying basketball again though.  

i don’t think i bothered to ask about smoking or drinking preference and i don’t think i bothered to look at that.  i just talk with whoever chooses to talk to me so the smoking thing did catch me off guard.  

did i sleep with her?  haha...what do you think? :P  i spent a total of maybe 2 hours or so with her.  i met her at 99 ranch because she needed to pick up kimchee supplies and other asian food items for her daughters.  we went to the boba place where she tried avocado and she was surprised that avocado could even be made into something sweet like that.  all she knew about was guacamole as a dip with chips.  we talked in the car and we never left the parking lot of 99 ranch and i only hung out with her for a couple of hours or so because i was supposed to do something with family and the way she scheduled coming into town, i had to kind of fit her in to my schedule since i had already made plans.  she knew that i wouldn’t be able to dedicate much of my day to her but she decided to come down anyway.  i felt really bad that i couldn’t spend more time with her.  i wonder where your curiousity and question stems from.  i only wonder because i wonder if it reflects the same reason why i may wonder that some question about you.  

yeah...it is unfortunate that my encounter didn’t necessarily have me wanting more or sparking that interest in me that i would have with others.  i was thinking about you trying to motivate me to try some more/again in reaching out to her and seeing if maybe what i’m feeling is incorrecet and maybe that i was passing judgement on her and my view on her too early or whatnot.  so then i started to think about how many “regrets” have i had in where maybe my intuition of “losing interest” may have been wrong and if i had nay regrets in not pursuing anything further with anyone.  i can’t count you and Taylor aas regrets because what happened was out of my control.  i didn’t end up with the ending that i wanted with her not because i made a mistake and regret it.  it was out of my control.  much as it is with you.  i may or may not have a chance with you.  but still, it’s not through any fault of my own or letting you go ir making the decision to not pursue you.  thinking about every person that i “lost interest” in and decided not to pursue, i actually can sleep at night and not necessarily lose a lot of sleep wondering “what if”.  sure i think about what could have been, but it’s not something i dwell about that keeps me up at night.  every girl i’ve “lost interest in”, i’m okay with having not pursued them any further and whatever happens in their lives, i’m not going to kick myself in saying i made the wrong decision.  there are maybe 3 girls i can say that i maybe i wish i had pursued but for one reason or another, i contiously chose not to.  and it’s not because i lost interest in them.  it’s because i never even got or took the chance with them.  for those reasons, i can look back and say that i regret not trying more/harder.  so whatever may happen with this girl in the near future or in the long run, a part of me is already okay with having let go and not necessarily feeling i need to pursue her any more in order to convince myself that i like/want/need her in my life.  if she still wants to pursue me, that’s a decision that i can’t/don’t want to make for her.  

yeah...that “excited feeling”...i totally feel that with you.  i still do.  we mainly communicated through snap so everytime my snap alerts me for a message from someone, for the slightest moment, my heart will beat a little faster, and i wonder if it could be you.  i try to keep myself grounded and try not to get too carried away but then there are days where i don’t chat with anyone and then my snap notification will sound and i get that excited/scared/random/anxious feeling again that it may be you.  and then i see who it’s from and i slowly have to calm back down and orient myself to reality.  truth...i sometimes can or can’t tell when you are calling from work.  there are a couple numbers i feel like i can recognize and some i don’t so i answer not knowing if i’m answering because it’s you who is calling.  sometimes i’m wondering and waiting for it to be an automated call or a tellemarketer.  i wonder what you would think of me if you sa my reaction every time i see a call coming in from a number i think may be you.  or like i said, when snap sends me a notification.  i can’t believe even after all this time, i still react that way.  but yeah...i don’t get that feeling of excitement from her the way i get in regards to you.  it’s nice to know that you understand what i’m saying since you feel that way about me and my messages/interactions with you.  i always told you that you were the highlight of my days.  my interactions with you, even though extremely limited, it makes me feel like i still have that chance with you.  it may be a fool’s logic/reasoning but it kind of makes me believe i still have a chance.  so trust me, there are girls i talk to who still have that chance of keeping my interest.  this girl does say a lot of great and amazing things and she is a very kewl person.  but as far as captivating me, keeping me interested, and wanting more...i’m not feeling it.  like you said, it’s not to say that i may not change my mind or she may be able to change my mind.  but as of right now, if we were to remain just friends, i would be able to move on with my life and say that i gave her a fair chance and i kept an open mind about things.  in the end, there was something/s that i couldn’t get past, and for that, it’s my lose, not hers, but i’m at peace with my choice.

[maddie-the-princess]

If you love me, Let me go Part 1

Fandom: Sanders Sides

AU: High School 

Pairing(s): LAMP

Summary: Virgil and his family are new to the neighborhood. He starts a new school where he learns to love himself, and maybe, love his new friends. 

Warnings: None so far 

Thank you to @kuroyurishion for helping me with this chapter. Please enjoy the story. 

Chapter One: Moving In

Virgil’s Pov

We were moving again! Great! I could see the trees and scenery flash past the car window as we made our way to the new house. My parents were chatting idly about what new experiences we would have once we moved to our new place. I tuned them out. Staring out the window not really focusing on anything as Hurricane by Panic! At the disco (of course) blasted from my headphones. My mom stopped talking to my dad and looked in the rearview mirror, smiling brightly. 

“Are you excited for our new adventure honey?” she asked me excitedly. I shrugged in response. I really wasn’t because this wasn’t the first time we’ve moved houses. So, I’m kinda tired of having these so-called ‘adventures’ as she puts them. As we pulled up to the house I smiled a little, the house wasn’t so bad, and looked okay to me. I opened the car door and stepped out grabbing my black backpack covered in pins, I pulled out my headphones following my parents to the door. My mom and dad heaved boxes through the open door as I did a sweep of the house. You could never be too careful when moving into a new place.

The house was a decent size. There were three bedrooms in the house: a master for my parents, one for me, and one for any guests that come around. I, of course, took the bigger of the two other rooms. It was spacious, with a balcony window overlooking the backyard. The closet was big enough to fit all of my hoodies and the dressers were brought in before we officially moved. And there was enough wall space for my posters. All in all, not bad. I set my backpack down on the bed and sat down trying to think what to do next, should I like, go find things to decorate with? Maybe.

I heard one of my parents drop off something heavy in front of my door. Opening it slightly, I see that they dropped off my boxes, all either filled with clothes or some other trinkets. A plastic bag was beside them that held all of my posters. Dragging them into my room, I opened them up and stared at the contents inside I began to decorate, starting with the bed. 

Taking out my bedsheets, I placed them on my queen-sized bed. They were purple with black spider web designs and had matching pillowcases to complete the set. I also placed a black comforter on my bed. Beside the bed was a nightstand, so I plugged in my purple lamp and charger into the outlet behind it and opened the drawer to place my keys and other personal stuff in it.. With my bed done, I moved to put my clothes in my closet and dresser. My attire consists of either black or purple clothing, or black with another color. My hoodies and coats go in my closet while the rest of my clothes go in the dresser drawer beside it. Beside the dresser drawer was my bookshelf, and I quickly placed my books there. 

Fishing out the purple curtains with black spiderweb designs, I hung them by my window. Moving on the vanity dresser on one side of the room, I placed my makeup, brushes, nail polish, and other makeup things in its drawers, placed my jewelry box on its counter and cleaned the mirror. I looked in the mirror attachment, and wow that trip must've done some things to me. My eyeshadow was a little smudged and I looked tired. I fixed my eyeshadow and brushed my hair out a little. Finally, my favorite part of decorating. From the plastic bag that was sitting next to my bed, I pulled out a few band posters, there was Panic! At the Disco, Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, and a Twenty One Pilots one. I also pulled out a few Tim Burton posters and a few of my really good spider drawings and began hanging them on various places on the wall. Once all hung up the room was starting to feel a bit more like home. I stepped back and admired my handiwork. My room was a prep’s worst nightmare, but it was an emo’s best daydream. It was perfect. I walked back over to my nightstand and smiled, setting down a picture. It was my older sister and I and our par- well I sort of burned off the corner. My sister was away at college in a different state. I miss her a lot.

Suddenly, my door opens, snapping me out of my reverie. In storms in my mom and dad, all smiles. They take one look at my room, and their smiles falter. My dad turns and looks at me.

“I see you’re done decorating.” he says tightly. I roll my eyes at their attempt to hide their apprehension of my room. My dad continues, “I like the spider curtains son. Are they new?” I hum in response. I didn’t feel like answering them. I knew they didn’t like my room. They didn’t like anything that I did. They’re all optimistic and peppy, and I’m just a ‘negative nancy’ as my mom would say. 

My mom takes a deep breath. “Are you excited for school tomorrow, honey?” she asks kindly. “I heard your new school has lots of people, so you’ll be able to make some friends!” 

I hummed again in response. Friends, huh? I thought back to my old school where bullies would constantly harass me because I was different. In fact, every school that I was in was the same for me. I couldn’t express myself in a way I wanted because I was always being shut down. Making friends has always filled me with anxiety, a sinking feeling in my stomach started as I thought about it more. My mom continues.

“And who knows dear,” she said, turning to my dad with wide eyes, “maybe our little Virge here will find a nice special girl just for him.” she said teasingly. My dad nodded in agreement.

I felt another violent lurch in my stomach. I didn’t even like girls. My parents were always pushing me to find the right girl, but I didn’t want a girl. But I couldn’t say that to them. They wouldn’t understand. I wanted them to stop talking about it. I spoke up before they could continue talking as if they knew me.

“I’m kinda hungry. What’s for dinner?” I asked awkwardly. My parents yanked me out of my room and placed me in the dining room, already set up for dinner. They continued talking about how exciting it will be to meet new people and work at their new jobs, and how exciting it is that I’m starting a new school. I quickly finished my dinner so I didn’t have to listen to them anymore. Hurrying upstairs, I washed off my makeup and dressed into a comfortable pair of pajamas. I threw myself on my bed, trying to calm my nerves. I scrolled through Tumblr, listened to music, anything to get my mind off of what’s to come tomorrow. At about midnight, I set my alarm on my phone and plugged it in so it can charge. I fell asleep with worry. What exactly will happen to me tomorrow

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[constantconfusion111]

Even wrapped around me, you aren't close enough

I wrote this piece following a request I got on AO3, I hope you’ll enjoy it.

Lenght: 4.3K words Pairing: Tharn x Type Summary: Tharn and Type use the famous box of condoms.

AO3 link

I’ve learned how to use the “keep reading” option, every day is a learning day.

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“So, I would like to order for takeaway a set 3 with the assortments of sashimi. And a set 15 with grilled salmon and seasoned rice.”

The waiter rang his total and gave him an approximation of his waiting time before pointing him to a space with some free chairs where he could wait more comfortably.

Tharn wasn’t planning to come all the way here for tonight’s meal -actually, he’d hoped that he’d be using his birthday present right now- but if it could help in switching Type’s mood around, why not. Maybe the fastest way to a man’s heart truly was his stomach? He could only hope tonight some raw fish would do the trick. Tharn grimaced at the memory of his order. Spicy food, he could understand the appeal: exacerbated flavours could be interesting even if he wasn’t able to handle it. Raw fish on the other hand was a completely different matter. Type must have been some wild cat in a previous life.

Tharn couldn’t help but smile as he remembered his boyfriend’s moodinest as he’d discovered P’San’s present. He should definitely not encourage that, knowing Type’s predisposition at blowing up at pretty much anything that rubs him the wrong way -which, in itself, was the opposite of a challenge-. But didn’t it feel nice to see Type react because of him, be jealous because of him. It made Tharn feel wanted.

Tharn’s pondering came to an halt as a waiter arrived with some brown takeaway bags.

“Here’s your order. Thank you very much, please come back again.”

The way back home was fairly uneventful, it was late enough that the evening rush had come to an end, but not so late he was driving alone on the road. If Tharn was lucky, Type might have calmed down while he was out and would be more relaxed. 

“What took you so long? Did you ask the guy that bought you the present to also buy you food?”

Or not.

“I went to that Japanese place to get you some sashimi.”

Type came closer to inspect the bag, pulling the food out. A lovely smell of clean waffed from his still damp hair.

“That’s a lot of effort for a dinner,” he grumbled, starting to set the table quickly.

“I wanted us to have a birthday dinner together, since we couldn’t yesterday.”

Type stared him down without a word, grabbing glasses and water from the fridge. The man didn’t seem inclined in starting a conversation, but Tharn had faced worst treatment from him in the past.

“So, how was practice today?”

“Alright. No is still harassing everyone so they’ll choose him as captain,” despite his words, Type didn’t seem to mind his best friend’s enthusiasm. Nor did he appear bothered by the idea of not being captain himself.

“Isn’t that in 2 years?” wondered Tharn, trying to recall what exactly Techno had told him about that before.

“Yeah.”

“Talk about early campaign…”

Mouth full of raw fish, Type could only grunt his agreement.

The food from that restaurant was quite good if a bit pricey, an acceptable option for a birthday dinner. Maybe next time, once Type wasn’t in a huff, they could go and eat some Western barbeque.

Tharn rinsed down his grilled salmon with the Coke Type had given him. The decoy present. That had been a distraction from the real present. The present he still needed to use.

“Unfortunately,” he started, staring at the young man finishing the last slice of sashimi. “The restaurant didn’t have any cake. A birthday dinner without cake is a bit sad. Maybe I should find something else to eat?”

Type didn’t react to the large smile sent in his direction. He got up from his chair and went straight to the fridge, grabbing a plate inside. Tharn recognised his mother’s cake in an instant. Type put the sweet in front of him, planting a spoon deep into the fluff of the cake.

“Enjoy, birthday boy.” And on these words, Type walked back to their bed.

“Type! This cake is for you!” came the whiny response. With a sigh, Tharn put the cake back in the fridge, spoon included, and followed his boyfriend. 

The latter flopped onto their bed on his belly and started playing around with his phone, ignoring the noise of his approaching boyfriend. Tharn climbed up above him, nuzzling the back of Type’s neck.

“Come on, don’t be angry with me. I’ve missed you.”

Type tch-ed at him, refusing to turn around.

“Go play with your amazing present and shut up.”

Tharn narrowed his eyes. He could definitely do that. The man got up from the bed and grabbed the neglected present box, rummaging through the various options. He remembered seeing some fun ones when he’d opened it earlier and if he could just-

“What do you think you’re doing?” Type’s attention finally seemed to have shifted back to him as the footballer stared him down from the bed with squinted eyes.

“What you told me to do, I’m going to enjoy my present,” came the answer as he found the condoms he was looking for. 

“That’s not what I meant and you know it Tharn!”

“This,” said Tharn, waving the condoms around to catch Type’s eye. “Is the second best gift I’ve got.”

Type visibly briselled at the statement, muscles tensing, and if he could hiss in anger he definitely would have. His boyfriend didn’t let that stop him as we came back to the bed, where Type stood up on his full length, dwarfing Tharn.

“You know what Tharn, you can go-”

“The best present I’ve ever got,” continued Tharn, loud enough to interrupt what promised to be a rant of legends. “Was my welcome home present after weeks away from you.”

The simple memory of Type in his too large shirt was enough to make his dick twitch in interest. The vision hadn’t left him alone since that day and regularly came back to haunt him at times when spotting an erection was most inconvenient. 

Type has been appropriately shocked into silence as a blush seemed to battle its way onto his cheeks.

“Sh-shut up Tharn,” but the order lacked venom to be truly threatening. 

Tharn hugged him at the hips, burying his nose against his boyfriend’s hard stomach. Type’s hand came to rest against his shoulders, and if he wasn’t quite hugging back, he definitely wasn’t pushing away.

“Type come on. I don’t want to fight, I just want to spend an evening with you alone.”

“You’re so annoying…” a hand found its way to Tharn soft hair, playing with the shorter strands, pushing his face just a little bit more firmly against his body.

“I want to use my gift.”

“Whatever,” he sighed.

Refusing to loosen the grip around Type’s hips, Tharn looked up at the man through his eyelashes.

“Is that a yes?”

Type scowled and broke their eye contact.

“Whatever I don’t care, do what you want.” 

Tharn didn’t need more to grab Type by the back of his knees and pull. Type fell down with a yelp, bouncing on the bed twice before being jumped on by Tharn.

“You idiot, you’ll break the bed!”

“Worth it,” laughed Tharn, gripping Type’s face to pull him into a bruising kiss.

Type caught Tharn’s tongue between his teeth, keeping him from doing anything more as punishment for his little trick. Deaf to the man’s pleading moans, he let go of the tongue in favour of biting down Tharn’s lower lip this time, teeth and tongue teasing in turn. 

Sensing he wouldn’t get his way just yet, Tharn pulled himself free to redirect his attention to Type’s throat. With a precision born from practice, Tharn sucked on that patch of skin that had the ability of making Type go boneless under him. The latter sucked in a sharp breath as the other man’s lips found their way to his sensitive skin. 

It was pitiful, but he couldn’t help but run his fingers in the dark locks to encourage Tharn further. Type could feel the tension melt from his muscled, his frown easing in an instant as Tharn’s wet tongue caressed just above his pulse point.

Tharn gripped Type’s hips a little tighter as he heard and felt against his mouth his own name being called in a throaty moan.

This man was going to be the end of him.

His blood felt like it was suddenly on fire, his brain frenetic and each second he wasn’t touching Type was just a waste of time.

Sitting up on Type’s thighs, Tharn urged him to follow suit by pulling him by his flanks, removing his white shirt in one quick move. Type naked arms encircled Tharn’s hips in a nice imitation of Tharn’s previous grip on him. Type’s lips found their way to the collar bones exposed by the black tank top, evading and hiding from Tharn’s kisses.

The musician let Type have his fun, running his large hands on the muscled back, feeling the heat against his palms. 

Not only were Type’s hair coarser than his from all his time spent under the sun, his skin was also naturally darker and beautifully tanned. The contrast between their skin tone hooked into something hot and deep inside Tharn’s belly.

As Type’s kiss marred his skin, the musician could only pant heavily, rubbing his fingers more deeply against hard muscles.

“You’re so perfect, Type.”

A bite against his pectoral was his reward for his trouble. Tharn grabbed him by the hair and pushed back until Type’s face was offered to him.

“Brat.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a woman,” came the huffy answer.

“I’m talking to you like you’re my lover.”

Type tried to fight back some more as Tharn lowered his face for a kiss. Without letting go of the dark hair, Tharn grabbed him firmly by the cheeks to stop his movements.

“Let me kiss you.”

“You’ll lose your tongue if you try,” but the warning only made Tharn smile some more.

“Worth it.”

Tharn did not, in fact, lose his tongue, but actually managed to get access to his coveted prize. Both men’s tongues met in a mess of hard breaths and wet caress. Rolling against one another, their tongues teased mercilessly, lips pressed firmly together. There’s nowhere else in the world Tharn would rather be than here, breathing in the same air as Type as their tongues danced against each other. 

Tharn let him go, almost regretfully, but not before kissing his cheek and his temple. Grabbing the two little packs from the bed, he gave one to his boyfriend.

“This one is for you.”

“Watermelon?” asked Type, licking is shiny lips. “Is this how you ask for a blowjob?”

Tharn had a hard time gulping down at that visual: Type, helplessly splayed out on his back, taking his hard cock down his throat, hardly breathing while trying not to choke on it.

“No, as much as I’d love that,” Type kneeling on the floor, licking and sucking at his cock, his big doe eyes watering. “This is for me to suck on. I love watermelon.”

“Tharn! What the fuck!”

Tharn pushed him back on the bed, starting the descent on his body. The musician let his hands wander, enjoying the feel of taught muscles and soft skin. He always marvelled at the evidence of Type’s athletic background, with how much Techno complained about Type ditching practice. His muscles were discreet but powerful, formed through time of swimming in the sea and running up and down a football field. Type’s body made him want to go to medical school just so he could know the name of the muscle he was licking. 

The man was squirming under him, trying to bring some friction to the dick trapped in his shorts, chest heaving as Tharn bit down on his nipple.

Feeling his boyfriend’s dick pressing up against his own stomach, Tharn hooked his fingers under the elastic of the underwear and brought both clothes down in one movement. Type’s member was already half hard and just begging to be touched.

“So beautiful,” he whispered against the other’s hip, grabbing the shiny green package still in Type’s loose grip. 

He opened the package, but before rolling the condom out, Tharn gave the head a couple of appreciative licks to bring it to full hardness. Type jolted under him, killing the moan that had started in his throat at the contact.

It was almost regretfully that Tharn put the condom on the now hard dick, enjoying the bitter taste of his boyfriend on his tongue, but curiosity gave him the last push.

It surely smelt of watermelon, but the smell of latex was mixed in as well. With the tip of the tongue, Tharn traced the underside of Type’s dick. The smell was definitely more faithful than the taste, it was a strange feeling to have his mouth full of cock and taste such a fruity flavour.

Tharn took him deep in his throat, trying to push his nose in Type’s lower belly and get back to the smell of man. Under him, Type was gripping at the sheets until his hold became shaky. Tharn had no business being so good at sucking cock. He was torn between watching Tharn take him so deep, comfortably settled between his thighs, and throwing his head back on the bed, struggling to handle the waves of pleasure making his legs tremble. 

As Tharn kept on sucking down Type’s dick, enjoying the hardness against his tongue, he pressed the pad of his thumb on the soft patch of skin under the man’s balls. Type buckled up, a shout stripped out of him by pleasure and surprise as he felt himself getting out of breath. His only salvation was the grounding weight of Tharn’s grip on his hips, holding him firmly against the mattress. 

“Tharn…”

“Shhh baby, I got you.”

Tharn blindly patted the blanket in search of the lube he’d thrown there when he grabbed the condoms, finding it at the edge of the mattress, probably pushed all the way over there by all their movement.

“It doesn’t taste half bad you know,” started Tharn, coating his fingers in a layer of lube. “But I do miss tasting you, Type.”

Type was still trying to catch his breath, taking longer than usual to understand what his boyfriend ment.

“I really love tasting your cum,” continued Tharn, scraping his teeth against Type’s hip, gently sucking a bruise there.

“Shut up,” came the huffy reply. But Tharn wouldn’t listen, he simply kept on muttering against Type’s lower stomach. 

“Mouthing at your head, licking your slit.”

“Tharn shut up.”

“You always make the most delicious sounds. So lovely, very desperate.”

“Damn it Tharn-”

All the while, the man ignored the exposed dick and delicious hole, both ready for the taking and desperate for attention. He rubbed his forehead against Type’s inner thigh.

“I love when you cry my name, it makes me want to fuck your brain out until it’s the only think you’ll ever remember.” 

“Fuck Tharn, just take the stupid condom off then!”

Tharn raised his head, meeting Type’s eyes, so shiny and pitifully failing at hiding his desperation.

“Mmh, no. You’ll keep it, it’ll be easy to clean for once.

“Tharn you’re so-”

Tharn wouldn’t know what he was exactly, as he pushed a first finger into Type’s entrance, successfully cutting the man’s swearing. 

Type instinctively went to close his legs to make sure the feeling wouldn’t slip away, however Tharn pushed back against his knee with his free hand.

Type could barely remember what it felt like to think of that sensation as strange, when being entered by his boyfriend’s agile fingers made him feel anything else but taken care of. Tharn’s mouth was back on his hardness, still probing deeply into him with purpose. The bastard knew exactly where he should be putting pressure, he was simply enjoying delaying it.

Type’s hips started to rock into the feeling, almost as an afterthought, half fucking up into Tharn’s mouth, half impaling himself on his finger. Before he could find his own prostate, Tharn inserted a second finger, making him moan once again in relief. Type let go of their bed sheets, gripping softly at Tharn’s hair, less guiding him than grounding himself.

At the feeling of fingers in his locks, Tharn couldn’t help but moan on Type’s dick, unable to help his excitement at feeling Type slowly coming undone. He picked up the pace of his wrist, entering and stretching the man under him with more vigour. He crooked his fingers against the soft inner walls and once more had to keep Type’s hips down as he jerked up.

“Tharn please I want you.”

“I know you do baby, I want to be in you so bad.”

Type whimpered as Tharn kept on abusing his prostate, feeling his back arch up. It was so good and yet not nearly enough. He wanted Tharn to pound into him, fuck up until he’ll beg him to let him cum already.

“You’re so fucking pretty Type. I think about you all the time. You know people started to say my music sounds better now? That’s because you’re the only thing I can think about when I’m behind my drums.”

Type felt his eye water as a third finger pushed in suddenly, 

“Tharn…”

“I even dream of us at night you know. I haven’t been safe from you since you crossed the door of our dorm. You should take responsibility, Type.”

“Tharn! I need you to fuck me.”

“Do you?”

Groaning in frustration, Type propped himself up on his elbows, and grabbed the second condom, abandoned on the bed the moment Tharn had started playing with his body. He grabbed the pack and tore it with a violence that made Tharn raise his eyebrows.

“Baby is impatient to-”

Before he could finish his observation, Type grabbed him firmly by his back hair and forced him up.

“Now Tharn,” he threatened before crushing their mouths together.

Tharn laughed in the kiss, feverishly pushing against Type’s tongue with his own, trapping a handful of dark hair between his own fingers. He let himself get lost in the feeling of that warm tongue against his, caressing each other relentlessly. With one more peck on these tempting lips, Tharn pulled away to remove his clothes, helped by Type’s frantic hands.

Once naked, Type encircled his dick with a hand, slowly running his hand up and down Tharn’s hardness, pushing his thumb against the head, spreading the pre-cum on the rest of his length. Tharn let him, breathing hard at seeing these pretty hands pleasing him, enjoying almost more Type’s famished look.

He grabbed the already torn package and pulled out the ribbed condom.

“Put it on,” he ordered, handing it to Type.

The latter compiled, rolling it down the hard length excruciatingly slowly, finishing his task by caressing’s Tharn balls.

With tense hands, Tharn grabbed the other’s hips and pushed him over.

“On your knees, and stay like this.”

Making sure his boyfriend would comply, he grabbed him by the shoulder and seethed his dick deep in Type in a swift movement. 

Type mouth fell open, but no sound came out as the onslaught of pleasure left him voiceless. Tharn didn’t leave him time to adjust, starting to fuck into him at a punishing pace.

Tharn licked his lips, savouring the feeling of finally being buried deep into Type, that brat his heart loved above everyone else with all his attitude and rough edges. He snapped his pelvis forward, slapping Type’s ass with his hips. Being balls deep in Type was an unparalleled experience. He wished he’d be allowed to simply lock them in their condo forever and fuck Type day and night.

Type’s elbow started to give in from the strength of the thrusts, bringing him down until he bit down into the comforter to muffle his moans. Noticing, Tharn spanked his ass, the sound of the slap resonating in the whole apartment, covering Type own whimper at the contact.

“I said to stay up Type,” he reminded, pulling at Type’s hair, forcing him to straighten up. “So be good and stay up.”

He didn’t let go of Type’s hair, grabbing his hip firmly with his other hand as he kept pushing his cock in and out restlessly. 

“Tharn… Tharn,” his lover’s name what all Type could articulate as waves of pleasure kept trying to push him over the edge. 

Tharn’s dick was abusing his prostate, pushing violently against it over and over. Remembering to breathe was all he could do as the musician kept filling him up full of dick, over and over again. He couldn’t even bring himself to touch his own neglected length. He could already feel his orgasm building up deep in his guts.

“Tharn… Tharn I’m gonna cum…”

At the warning, Tharn quickly wrapped his long fingers around him, preventing Type from finishing before his boyfriend was fully satisfied. Type voiced a broken moan, almost a sob, bringing his own hand around the musician's bigger one.

“Tharn please-”

“Not yet, I want you to ride me baby.”

Despite the statement, Tharn didn’t let go of him just yet, fucking a bit longer like that, still holding firmly onto Type’s hair. 

He eventually let Type crash onto the bed, regretfully pulling out to reposition himself on his back.

Type pulled himself up with desperation, barely waiting for Tharn to have made himself comfortable before climbing over him. 

“Yes baby, you’re so perfect, come fuck yourself on my dick.”

Type let another whine escape from deep within his chest, aligning Tharn’s dick with his hole and letting himself sit down on it. He moaned deeply at the new angle, hands pressed firmly over Tharn’s chest to stabilise himself. Kneading Tharn’s pectorals, Type rose up and down on his dick, rolling his hips to find the right angle. 

Tharn raised his arms above his head and used them as a head rest, enjoying the view. He wasn't exactly sure what he had done to deserve such a view, but he had every intention of keeping him forever.

His boyfriend was so beautiful, brows frowned in concentration from angling himself, forehead shining from a thin layer of sweat, mouth ajar as he gulped down quick breaths of air. Tharn felt overwhelmed by how much he loved that man, not for the first time marveling at the fact this man was in fact his boyfriend. His to hold, his to love, his to fuck.

The last thought made him snap his pelvis up, jolsting Type some more as he pushed firmly against Tharn chest.

Pushing on his legs, Type fucked himself on Tharn, hips rolling in a rhythm that was more sensuous than fast. He moaned deep and loud with each impalation, bringing his hands down to push against Tharn’s abs. The latter felt his mouth water at seeing Type use him for his own pleasure, eyes closed and lost in the moment. But as much as he loved seeing this blissful sight, the thought of not being on Type’s mind felt intolerable. 

Tharn brought himself up and hugged his boyfriend at the waist, bringing their chest flush together. The act brought Type back, glassy black eyes finding his own in an instant. Without breaking eye contact, the musician kissed his chin, then his lips in a simple peck. 

“Look at me Type,” he whispered, so close their lips kept brushing as he spoke. “I want you to look at me, and I want you to see me when you cum.”

Type whimpered against Tharn’s mouth, not daring to disobey even if the pleasure was too much. Tharn’s eyes were making his insides clench in ways he didn’t know where possible.

“Don’t you dare look away Type.”

Still holding him tight against his chest, Tharn helped Type’s movement, letting his own grunts die against Type’s lips. Breathing against each other's mouth, Type felt the pressure of his orgasm build up deep within, just out of his grasp, his moans silent. 

And suddenly, just the slightest shift of movement brought his prostate down hard on Tharn, destroying the dam, making him cum untouched. The waves of pleasure crashed into him almost violently as he didn’t dare look away from his lover. Helpless and left to enjoy the pleasure completely exposed. He clenched down hard on Tharn who raised a hand to hold Type’s face in place.  

Tharn clenched his jaw hard, unable to handle the sight of Type lost in a haze of bliss but still obediently listening to his order. The clenching around his member felt like too much, and a few more strokes inside Type’s clenching hole were all it took to bring Tharn to completion.

Grunting at his orgasm against Type, he felt his whole body relaxing slowly while he kept on cumming into the condom. 

At last, he let go of Type’s face, burying his own in the footballer’s chest, breathing deeply.

“I just need a minute,” he explained, slurring his words.

Type didn’t answer, but decided instead to pet his hair, letting himself relax in turn in the still unyielding grip around his waist. 

Only as he felt himself finally soften inside Type did Tharn allow them to fall on their sides, still hugging. Slowly, he pulled out and disentangled himself enough to get rid of both their condoms, throwing them somewhere on the floor next to the bed. As soon as that was done, Type clenched at his shoulder and brought him back against his chest.

“One more minute,” was his only explanation, but Tharn was more than happy to comply.

Kissing his lover over his heart, Tharn breathed deeply the musky and sweaty after sex smell.

He wouldn’t exchange Type’s gift for anything.

[birdsandspades]

I Was Never Really Good at Waiting (Sugawara X Reader) Chapter 9

- It was your last year in highschool, everything had been going smoothly until you got assigned the new teacher. Sugawara Koushi was handsome, maybe too handsome for his own good. Be he wasn't flirting with you right, teachers shouldn't do that....I guess we will see where this year goes.

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He didn’t want to see you today. He didn’t want to see you standing outside of his classroom door with Yoshiki. He didn’t want to see you smiling at him, the sparkle in your eye when he told you a joke. The blush on your cheeks when he adjusted your tie for you, hand lingering on the material far too long. Your small hand on his arm as your friends joined you, their eyes lighting up as you both talked to them, most likely sharing the good news. Sugawara watched you hug Yoshiki goodbye once the bell rang, squeezing him at the last second before parting ways. At least it was finally over. 

You immediately walked over to Sugawara’s desk, a smile pulling at your cheeks as you reached for the attendance papers. “Good morning Sugawara-senpai. I hope you had a good night.” You lingered next to his desk as you checked off each student's name, trying to elongate the small moment you had with the man. 

Your mood had completely shifted this morning, a stark contrast to the dark cloud that trailed you yesterday. Yoshiki had sat up with you last night, listening to you talk about everything that had happened between you and Sugawara so far. You confessed that you were ready to give up hope, but he couldn’t disagree more. Yoshiki had convinced you that it was worthwhile to try once more. But to take things slow. 

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“Maybe he just doesn’t know what to do. It's kind of new territory, the whole liking a student thing. I mean, he clearly likes you. I knew that before you even said anything. Maybe just slow it down, try the whole friend thing first.” Yoshiki looked up at the phone camera as he flipped the page of his textbook.

“Friend thing? Do you really think that will work? Wouldn’t it just be weird to see a teacher and a student hanging out in general?” You picked up your phone, walking with it to the kitchen.

“I mean, you kind of hang out with him anyways don’t you. He just lets you sit in his office, he walks with you to practice when you see him after school. He gave you a ride home. Plus didn’t he just give you his phone number? I don’t know, that just seems like he’s asking you to talk to outside of school.” Yoshiki continued on with his homework, his forehead only visible on the chat screen. 

“When you say it all out loud it does kinda sound like that…” You had now propped the phone up on the wall, sitting down at your own table to work on homework.

“Just be sweet to him, then when you have that concert you can ask him to dinner beforehand. You sneak into dive bars with the band all the time and never get carded, so it shouldn’t be that hard to find a place where no one will see you two together.” Yoshiki peaked up at the phone, his face taking up the entirety of the screen. 

“I should have just come to you about this earlier...the all knowing egghead.” You giggled, Yoshiki’s brows knitting together.

“I’m the egghead? You're the one who can’t pick a normal crush. You're like the worst kind of teacher's pet.” He snorted, picking up the phone as he sat back on his bed.

You gasped, placing your hand on your chest. “That was a compliment you jerk!” It wasn’t, and he was kind of right.

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It made Sugawara mad. The way you looked at him, it made all the negative thoughts melt away. You happy, that smile on your face. That was all it took for him to forget why he was even upset in the first place. But once you looked away it all came rushing back. The anger, the jealousy, the regret, it was becoming too much. 

For that reason he avoided your eyes, he wanted to remember those feels. If he kept indulging you, feeding into you. He would end up giving in. It was time to move on, to let you be a normal student with a normal love interest.

If having two periods with you wasn’t hard enough, now he had to watch Yoshiki while he not so sneakily texted you under the desk. He had hid it well enough yesterday, but he was careless today. The phone set in his lap as he smiled down at his hands. Sure most students used their phones in class, even you did it from time to time. But at least you had the decency to pay attention when he was teaching.

He was at his wits end with the boy, his phone buzzing on the desk beside him.

Sugawara walked over to Yoshiki’s desk, arms folded against his chest. “I've been patient long enough, give me the phone.” He opened his hand, waiting for the device. 

Yoshiki’s face dropped, he had never seen Sugawara so mad. He placed the phone in Sugawara's hand, mumbling a short apology as Sugawara placed the phone in his pocket.. 

“You can get it from the front office at the end of the day, don’t let me catch you with it out in my period again.” He made his way back to the front of the room, the students silent as he continued on with the lesson.

Soon after the lunch bell rang and the students dispersed into the hallway. Sugawara waited for the last of the students to leave before walking to his office. He had been using the hallway entrance, it was something he did often to avoid the girls. 

Everyday at lunch a few girls would wait in his classroom for him to return from his previous period. They would ask him silly questions, maybe give him a few gifts. It was endearing at first, but now just a hassle. They impeded on his tutoring time with other students, scared students away from asking for help, even harassed the ones he greeted in the hallways. It had gotten to the point that he would lock the classroom door during lunch, just to get away from it all for an hour.

Your extra time spent with Sugawara didn’t go unnoticed, these girls would inconvenience you well. Stealing your slippers, leaving oddly threatening notes in your desk, one day going as far as hiding your warm up bag for volleyball practice. 

You tried to pay it no mind, it was after all just child's play to you. Obsessive girls targeting you over extra tutoring time. But today they seemed to be particularly ruthless. 

You had come to school with your slippers stolen again, something you had gotten used to. But sadly you didn’t have enough money for a new pair, your funds depleted from the previous purchases. Lucky for you Yoshiki had extra in his locker, a backup in case he forgot his in the gym lockers. 

He had warned you they would be big, but you had not expected them to look so oversized. It was funny really, they were like paddles on your little feet, three sizes too large.

You and Yoshiki laughed the whole way up the stairs and down the hall to your classroom. Him kicking at the overhanging back ends as you pushed them back onto your feet. Yua and Hiroto hadn’t been too far behind, watching you duck walk up the stairs as they fought to muffle their laughter. 

You had expected Sugawara to laugh as well, or atleast notice the difference as you shuffled into the classroom. But he didn’t, he wouldn’t even look your way.

Next your bag went missing. You had looked high and low for it, confused as to where you could have left it in the short time before school started. Hiroto had found it in the dumpster during physical ed, contents dumped before they threw it inside. You had spent most of the period fishing your items out. Ultimately giving up as you pulled the now wet notebooks from the pile.

Now it was lunch and your bento was missing. 

“We can all share F/N-chan. I’m sure it was the same people who’ve been harassing you all week.”Yua took off the lid to her box, splitting her pork cutlet in two.

“No, I think I know who has it. I’ll be back.” You stood up from the lunch table, walking past Yoshiki and Hiroto as you exited the lunch hall.

Hina always ate lunch in the classroom with her friends. Hovering outside Sugawara’s office just waiting for him to come out. To no surprise she was sitting at her desk eating, her friends talking about the newest romance movie when you walked in.

“Hina, i’m done. Give me back my bento.” You were tired of the games. It was time you started standing up for yourself. 

Hina gasped in shock at your sudden declaration. “F/N-chan, I have no clue what you're talking about.” Her friends giggled as they watched. 

“I’m not stupid, you’ve been stealing my shit all week. Just give me it back and i’ll leave.” You took a few steps forward towards the desk.

Her friends only laughed as she pulled your bento out of her bag. “F/N, I don’t know what you're talking about.” She deadpanned, opening the lid.

“Hina, give me back my fucking lunch, now!” You slammed your hands on the desk, leaning over the girl.

She was taken aback by your harsh tone. She hadn’t expected you to actually stand up to her. 

“What is going on?” Sugawara had come out of his office, hearing your sudden outburst from behind the door. 

You looked between them, it wasn’t worth it anymore. “You know what Hina, keep it. But I should warn you it's an egg roll. I know you're allergic.” 

She looked down at your box, pushing it away with her chopstick.

You flashed your middle finger her way, wiggling it at her before walking out the door. 

 “L/N-san!” Sugawara started after you, stopping at the door. 

“Sensei, She just came in here yelling at me!” Hina cried, pouting at her desk.

Sugawara turned around, looking down at the desk. He saw your bento box sitting next to her own. The same box you always had when you walked to lunch with your friends. “Get out of my classroom.” Sugawara was curt, pointing towards the door. He pulled the box out of her hands as she left with her friends, scowling at the group of girls. “I really don’t like teenagers.’’

For the remainder of the day Hina and her accomplice Saemi were missing from class. Not that you minded, it was easier to concentrate on your work when those two weren’t snickering in the back of class. 

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You were doing lab work with Hiroto when Sugawara came by your table. “How is it coming, are you guys figuring out the chemical formulas ok?” He leaned over your shoulder, sliding your worksheet closer. “You have the correct work, but you're writing all these backwards.” Sugawara shook his head, chuckling.

“I told you, now my answers are wrong too.” Hiroto was now vigorously erasing his own paper. 

Sugawara cocked an eyebrow at him.“Just because you're sharing a lab table, doesn't mean you should be sharing your answers. Do your own work.” He poked Hiroto’s head with his pen before walking over to the next table. 

You finished soon after, handing your work in at his desk.

“L/N-san, hold on for a second.” He pulled your paper out of the pile, looking over your work. “Yoshiki stayed late yesterday, did he wait for you?” 

His question caught you off guard, his eyes glued on your worksheet as you stared at him. 

“Yeah, we talked after school about some things. How did you know he stayed after school yesterday?” You shifted back and forth on your heels, watching as he set down your paper.

“Things?” He turned his head, pushing his glasses back up his nose. 

“Yeah, we talked about being friends again…” You looked up at the bell as it rang, turning your gaze back to him as he stood up with his bag.

“Your work looks good.” He patted your head, leaving for his next class. He couldn’t help but smile as he walked down the hallway. “Just friends, they are just friends. And I got so worked up over seeing her with him. I really am losing it.”

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The final bell rang and you packed up your belongings to start cleaning. The assigned group would switch each day, and today was your group's turn. You were wiping down the chalk board when Sugawara walked in, the other students already gone for their activities.

“Do you need me to open the hallways closet for you?” He jingled the keys in his hand as you gathered up the brooms.

“Yes please.” You smiled, watching him pick up the pile of chalkboard erasers. You led the way to the closet, him following close behind.

“Here, watch out and i’ll unlock it.” Sugawara moved the bundle to one arm, unlocking the door. With a twist he pushed it open, walking inside.

You hung up the brooms behind him, clipping them into place. Sugawara dumping the dirty erasers into a bin on the ground.

“Thank you sensei, but now your shirt is all dusty.” You giggled, pointing to the white marks on his shirt.

He attempted to wipe the dust off, shaking his head at the mess he had made. “Everytime…” 

“Here, I have an idea.” You took a towel from a stack on the shelves, walking back to the classroom. You wet the towel with your water bottle, motioning for him to come over to you. Once he was in arms length you grabbed at the sides of his shirt, pulling him closer. You dabbed at the discolored spot, the stain only getting darker.

“I don’t think this is working F/N-chan...” He frowned, holding out his shirt. 

“Maybe not.” You giggled, looking up at the pouting man.

His eyes stopped on your own, your laughter dying down as you gave him a soft smile. His train of thought derailing as he lost himself in the soft hues. Silent, completely content as he grinned back.

“Oh, I have something of yours!” He blushed, yelling suddenly. He held a hand out, walking to his office. 

You listened to him open and close a few drawers, walking back out with your bento box in hand.“You got it back from Hina, thank you sensei.” You took the box from his hands, giving him a grateful smile.

“It’s no big deal, but if she keeps harassing you, come tell me. I’m not going to tolerate that in my classroom.” He was stern, his hands on his hips.

You couldn’t help but giggle, he really didn’t look that menacing standing like that. 

Sugawara looked at his watch, eyes going wide. “My meeting is going to start soon. You need to go to practice!” He pushed you towards the door, your feet dragging as you looked back at him.

“Meeting?” You questioned, turning around as he shoved you into the hallway.

“I have a meeting with the board of directors regarding some curriculum changes, very busy. You have a good practice.” He gave you an awkward thumbs up before shutting the classroom door in your face.

“You are so strange.” You mumbled to yourself, leaving for the gymnasium.

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“Late again.” Semi scolded you as you made your way into the gym.

“I had to clean, I'm always late when I clean. You're always late when you're talking to your boyfriend and I don’t say anything.” You teased as you joined the group at the base of the hill. 

Coach Irihata waited for you to line up, blowing his whistle to start the warm up run. 

“How do I know you're not talking to yours?” She laughed back as she ran past you. 

“Because she can’t get a boyfriend! They all run away when they see Oikawa-senpai!” Yami chuckled as she passed you. 

You picked up your pace, yelling after them. 

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Stepping back into the gym you collapsed onto the hard floor.

“You can tease me about my boyfriend when you can beat me back to the gym.” Semi smirked as she handed you a water bottle. 

“Oikawa-senpai only taught me three things, serving, setting, and the value of quiet time.” You rolled over on your stomach, watching her walk over to the ball cart.

“That's a lie, you run away so fast when you see him come to practice.” Yua laughed as she stepped over top of you. 

“There’s a difference, that's for survival.” Yami chuckled as she peeled you off the floor.

“Come on, digging drills. Go line up, first years up front.” Coach Irihata walked into the gym with the last of the team. 

You looked at Yumi before groaning, resulting in a loud whistle behind you. “Coach Irihata, you're going to give me a heart attack if you keep doing that!” You frowned as you wiggled a finger in your ringing ear.

“That's the highest i've seen you jump, maybe I should do it again?” He brought the whistle up to his mouth again with an amused smile. 

You crinkle your nose at him before falling in line.

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“The gym looks good, go ahead and pack up. Good practice today girls, get some rest tonight!” Your coach gave you a pat on the back as you grabbed your gym bag.

“Wanna walk home with us? We might stop by the convenience store for some popsicles on the way.” Yua leaned against you on the way to the locker room. 

“The train station is the opposite way and I want to make it home to watch the pilot episode of that new romantic drama.” You had waited months for them to announce the spin off to your favorite show, missing it wasn’t an option. 

The team groaned in unison, Yua rolling her eyes. “Yeah, you have fun with that.”

You got dressed in your uniform waving goodbye to your teammates as they left for the night. Soon you were the last one left in the locker room. 

You packed up your school bag before locking your gym locker. Making your way out of the gym, you shut off the lights and closed the door behind you. You started down the path to the courtyard, the sun just barely peeking over the horizon. You walked along the stone path towards the school gates, passing the mostly dark school building.

“Huh, Sugawara- senpai is still here, he must still be in his meeting.” You looked up at the lit window of his office, his blinds slightly shut.

“Hey.”

You turned around at the sudden call, Hina and her friends making their way towards you. “Hey…” You answered, looking over the group.

“You know, you have some nerve embarrassing me in front of Suga-senpai like that.” She poked a finger into your chest, looking you up and down.

You perserd your lips at her. “Maybe you shouldn’t steal other people's things like a child Hina, that's embarrassing enough as it is.” 

She gritted her teeth at your response. 

“If that's all, i’m going to go home. No hurt feelings ok?” You raised your hands in defense before turning around. 

Someone pushed you hard from behind sending you flying to the ground. You hit it hard, scrapping your hands as you tried to catch yourself. You looked up at Hina as she leaned towards you, her fist connecting with your head. She shifted her weight to your chest as she sat on top of you. Hit after hit pushed you back against the cold ground as you tried to throw her off of you. You forced your hands up to shield your face, trying to lessen the blows.

“He doesn’t like you, he’s mine!” She screamed at you as she beat her fists against your forearms.

One of her friends came up behind her, lifting her off of you before pulling her towards the road. They made a run for it as you sat up, trying to get a grasp on your spinning head. You looked around the empty school grounds, your palms throbbing under you. You peeled them off the pavement, gravel sticking to the blood soaked cuts that crossed the bruising skin. The open cuts stung as you wiped them on your skirt, thin streaks of red staining the fabric. You pushed yourself off the ground, trying to stand up on your shaky legs. Your knees burned as you walked, the skin pulling against the rips in your tights with each step.

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“I just don’t think we should cut these books from the curriculum. Yes I know i’m not a language arts teacher but these books are important for these kids. They teach important lessons, even if they are controversial.” Sugawara had been arguing with the board for most of the night, it was his one chance to convince them.

A soft knock sounded on his office door. His attention turned away from the bright monitor. A soft voice spoke from the other side “Senpai?”, it was you. 

“One second please.” He sighed, getting up to unlock the door. 

“L/N-san, I told you I was busy today. We can go over your homework in the morning.” He opened the door partially, standing in the space. His eyes closed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Ok, I'm sorry to interrupt Senpai...” Your tone waved, shaky and broken.

His eyes widen, mind wandering back to the nurses office. You sounded the same, on the verge of tears. He looked over you in shock, hands falling to his side.

You looked broken, eyes watery and red. The faint discoloration of black and blue ringed your left socket. Your nose had stopped bleeding but only recently, a red tint spread across your right cheek where you had wiped it. 

You drew in your trembling lip as you looked at him, the large cut on the bottom of it opened slightly. Your fingers finding the edges of your sleeves as you pulled them over your bloodied hands.

Your cream colored sweater was torn at the shoulder, the white of your button up peaking through the frayed threads. The edge of your sleeves were tinted red with the drying blood you had tried to stop from falling out your nose. His eyes traveled down to your knees, taking in the two large scrapes that shuttered through the rips in your tights. The runs that traveled down your legs discolored and flakey. 

You gave him a weak smile, tears spilling over your cheeks. Your hand finding the handle of the door as you pulled it closed. 

“Please give me a moment.” He spoke, leaning over his computer to end the call. Tripping over his own feet as he pulled the door open,  he rushed out of the classroom.

He ran down the hallway in search of you, stopping in front of a door near the end of the building. He could hear small sniffles behind it, his hand already on the handle. He slid it open slowly, finding you pressed up against the corner of the room. 

He walked over to your fragile frame, each step meticulously placed as he approached. 

Your knees were pulled up to your chest, head buried in your arms. Your body shook with every sob, muffled cries sounded from inside your self made cocoon. 

He reached out, gingerly running a hand down your arm. Each one squeezing your legs tighter as he sat down in front of you. He wrapped an arm around you, easing you into his chest. His other rubbing small circles along your back. Once you had rested into him he leaned, rocking you back and forth as he hushed your cries. Breathing with you, guiding you through your panic. After a moment your breathing calmed, your body relaxing in his arms.

Sugawara unwrapped an arm from you, his finger lifting your chin. He met your glassy stare, his own glossing over at the sight. “F/N, what happened?” 

Your lip trembled again at the question.

“Please tell me what happened...” His voice was no more than a whisper as he ran a thumb over your broken lip.

“I was leaving, and they were waiting for me. I figured they just wanted to talk, but when I tried to leave they pushed me over. She wouldn’t get off of me Senpai, I couldn’t push her off of me.” You started to cry again, burying your head into his chest. “I just wanted to be strong, I thought she would leave me alone if I just stood up for myself.” Your voice broke as you spoke.

“Who did this F/N?” He cupped your cheeks, lifting your head back up.

You shook your head, not wanting to go through the events again. 

“Was it Hina? What else did she do?” Sugawara’s lips pressing into a hard line, he knew it was her. No one else would have done this.

“She started to yell at me. She said that you didn't like me, that you were hers. Her friends pulled her off of me after that.” Your words were rushed, muddled together as you cried.

Sugawara looked at you with sorrowful eyes. His hand raising to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. He held you in the palm of his hands, keeping your eyes on him. His thumb wiping a stray tear from your eye. He lingered on your cheek, the warmth of the pad sinking into your flushed skin. “I've never belonged to anyone but you.” He spoke softly, only to you.

His hazel eyes searched your own, looking for something. When he found it he leaned into you. His lips hovered over your own before softly pressing against the bruised skin.

Relaxing in his touch you closed your eyes, savoring the feel. You reached up, hands resting on his chest, taking in fistfuls of his shirt as you pulled him closer. The taste of iron and coffee mixed into a perfect concoction, making your own personal heaven. You leaned into his touch, you needed to be closer. 

Sugawara felt it too, deepening the kiss. His arms snaking around your waist as he pulled you onto him. Your legs on either side of his waist as his fingers found yours, digging into the thick fabric of your sweater.

You savored the moment. It was everything you had wanted, everything you needed.

He pulled away reluctantly, smiling at your flushed, breathless state. But the moment was short lived as realization sunk in. You, his student, pressed up against him. Beaten and bloodied in his hands, and he had kissed you. He pulled away, easing you off of him as he stumbled to his feet. “I shouldn’t have done that. I told myself I wasn’t going to do that.” 

You got up, reaching for his hand. “Koushi, I lov…”,

“You need to go, you need to leave now.” He pulled his hand away, backing away.

You looked at him in disbelief, reaching out again. If you could just touch him, get him to listen.

“Please just go, I want you to leave.” He pushed your hand away, pointing towards the open door.

You turned, walking to the door. Watching as Sugawara paced the room. You stopped, hand on the door.

“Go.” He repeated, looking down.

You walked out, closing the door behind you.

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