#Tour of the Puff Dorm

[808airsoftbros]

Yujin's Wake Up Call

Author: This is a simple short story nothing too special and something that came to my mind that I want to write. If you want to see more of my stories check out my Masterlist.

Author's POV

It was another busy day at Starship, the IVE girls recently returned from their world tour and they were indeed exhausted after travelling the world for the past several months.

Yujin especially was tired along with the girls but she was disheartened when she heard that they would be visiting a patient with cancer as part of the wish foundation.

"Can you girls go for me? I'm too tired," Yujin asked and Gaeul rolled her eyes.

"Are you serious, Yujin? I get that you're tired from travelling the world but our manager says will be getting a whole month break afterward and we can do whatever we want from there," Gaeul pointed out and Yujin groaned.

"Yeah, and also our fans mean alot to us, and what about you?" Rei asked and Yujin scoffed.

"What are you on about? I'm only being nice because I have to and I hate that I have to be fake!" Yujin complained and Gaeul shook her head in disappointment.

Sadly, Yujin can be lazy at times, she'd be often caught slacking in dance practices when off camera, and you can bet every dollar that she tried every excuse you could think of to get out of her work.

This would annoy her members especially Gaeul and they'd always be fighting and arguing with one another.

"Yujin, do not start this shit again... We've been over this how many God damn times already?! When are you ever going to change?!" Gaeul angrily asked and Yujin rolled her eyes.

"When management doesn't constantly make us work to death," She answered spitefully.

"Well, if you do not behave, Ms. An Yujin, you will be one sorry woman, do you hear me?" Gaeul coldly warned but Yujin shrugged it off.

Because of how she always tends to act, the crew and management, and even her own members don't like nor respect her, but she doesn't seem to care.

Yujin also tends to have bad habits of drinking and smoking too much and Gaeul always catches her vaping when she's not supposed to.

Wonyoung and Yujin's friendship began deteriorating as she was fed up with her antics and was disheartened to see her friend changing for the worse.

One quiet night, Yujin snuck out of the dorm without waking up the girls and sat on a bench to smoke and drink.

It was quite foggy and there were hardly any noises to be heard besides the slight sounds of the breeze which was perfect for her.

"Perfect. No one to bother me," Yujin muttered as she takes a sip of soju.

"Excuse me," She heard a feminine voice asked and she turned to see a unfamiliar woman.

Yujin jumped in surprise as she didn't notice the woman approaching her.

"W-what do you want?" She nervously asked.

"Oh, sorry for startling you, it's quite a foggy night is it?" She kindly asked.

"I guess you can say that..." Yujin muttered to her and took a puff from her pod.

"Shouldn't idols be limiting how much they drink and smoke?" The woman asked as she sat down next to her.

"Why is it your business?" She snarled and the woman frowned.

Seeing Yujin's attitude, the woman just stared at her intently and then gave her a cold demeanor.

"I'll tell you why you're here... It's because you're lazy, useless, and a pathetic excuse of an idol," The woman coldly said and Yujin was taken aback.

"Who the fuck are you to judge me?! I can't help but get overwhelmed sometimes! Maybe if you were an idol then you'd understand!" Yujin retorts and the woman shook her head.

"Tsk. Overwhelmed? Only because you just have to visit a special patient? Is that your only excuse? As someone who has a chronic heart condition, you disgust me," The woman angrily replied and Yujin was now lost for words trying to come up with the words.

"I-" She was about to say but was cut off.

"Shut it! Did you know I was once an idol like you? I couldn't practice or sing on some days but I still give it my all! Unlike you, who has a management who at least cares for you and would get you the help you need... My management never cared for me, if they don't see me as efficient... Poof, they will simply get rid of me like I'm sort of a piece of garbage meant to be disposed of," The woman explained her story and Yujin gulped in fear.

"Every day I have to work through excruciating pain! The only person who ever cared for me was the custodian who works here, and I have to keep working no matter what just to survive, and here I see a spoiled rotten you always coming up with excuses just to get out of work! You leave me speechless... Do you have any idea how lucky you are?" The woman coldly asked with a tear shedding from her eye and Yujin tried to shrug off the feeling of guilt but no matter how hard she tried... It lingered inside of her but she refused to show it.

"There are many other idols left forgotten in the winds of time and talents wasted, they would give anything to be in your position yet you couldn't care less... It's pitiful," She finished and Yujin was boiling deep inside.

"And who the hell are you?!" Yujin asked her and the woman grinned.

"Consider me your wake up call, An Yujin, I hope one day you realize the error of your ways... Goodnight," The woman bid goodbye and got up from the bench.

Yujin watched as the mysterious woman walked into the fog and vanished out of sight.

After that, Yujin was left angry and confused, she wondered who the woman was as she had never met or heard of her. She quickly concludes her drinking and smoking session and goes back inside the building.

When she got into the corridor she finds the janitor Jake sweep mopping the floor.

"Hey, Jake!" Yujin called out and he paused.

"Yes?" Jake replied and Yujin sighs.

"Do you happen to know a woman who was an idol here? She claims to have a heart condition but... I don't know she's making it up or not to trick me into making me feel bad," She asked and Jake frowned before looking down.

Jake goes into his pocket pulling out a picture of the very same woman that Yujin encountered earlier and her eyes widened in surprise.

"Is this the woman you're referring to?" Jake asked as he showed the photo.

"Y-yes, that's her alright, who is she?" She curiously asked and he deeply sighed.

"Her name is Jennifer Jung, she was once a trainee here, she was also the sister of Jessica and Krystal Jung, but she had a severe and chronic heart condition... I tried my best to help her when management wasn't looking but it wasn't enough, she perished five months into her training," He explained the story and sighed once more.

Yujin froze in terror and shivers were sent down her spine as she could hardly believe that she was talking to the spirit of Jennifer this whole time.

She didn't know what to make of it but Jake didn't see her as a crazy person and he already figured she saw Jennifer. Yujin returns to her dorm and Jake continues his janitorial duties.

After that night, Yujin was a changed woman much to everyone's surprise, she eventually quit smoking and stopped drinking as much, although she mostly kept to herself, she stopped complaining and followed their schedules.

Yujin and the girls visited the hospital patient without issues or trouble much to management's delight and they were happy they were able to deliver someone's last dying wish.

Sometimes Yujin felt the urge to return to her old habits but refused and kept going no matter what. Yujin would never forget that encounter that night.

She never saw Jennifer again but on some foggy nights, she felt her presence was near but never again would she take anything for granted.

#short story #kpop #kpop idol #kpop gg #ive #an yujin #wonyoung #jang wonyoung #yujin #ive leeseo #lee hyunseo #ive liz #gaeul #kim gaeul #rei #naoi rei #kpop oneshot

[bunnypeew]

Under star-lit skies - Moon/Sun x reader part 1

Okay so I started writing this cuz my obsession for Sun and Moon came back since I keep getting posts and fanart of them so here is the first part of the fanfic you can read it on Ao3 linked in my bio :3c

it was one of those days, one where you and your class had to go to a stupid location outside of town. You weren’t eager about it since you preferred being closed in the confinement of your dorm room, but an outing was necessary even for you. You got up from your bed unwillingly and started getting dressed, some sweatpants a t-shirt and a hoodie on top, was pretty easygoing and comfortable for a day out.

you weren’t sure where you were going until it came into focus, the Freddy Fazbear Pizzaplex for some reason you weren’t going to question it since your school did choose some random places all the time, not caring if it’s educational or not, but you guessed it was because of the way the pizzaplex was built, could be really interesting or maybe how the animatronics worked. You all went into the pizzaplex being greeted by some basic-looking bots holding maps

“Take a map, take a map,,

you take one and look the other way a little creeped out, you hope those poor things weren’t sentient like the bigger ones otherwise this would’ve been fucked up. The tour starts then, going around the entire pizzaplex from Gator golf to Roxy raceway, it was pleasant meeting the big animatronics in charge of entertainment. Roxy, in charge of Roxy Raceway, was a wolf animatronic with long grey hair and a puff of green in the front, while Gator Golf was attended by Monty, an alligator-like animatronic with icon star-shaped sunglasses, he was pretty cool. Then you arrived at the star of the gang Freddy Fazbear himself, he was a nice bear animatronic with a little top hat on his head and an iconic earring on his left ear. He waved at everyone with a happy smile on his face, you waved back catching his attention, noticing you he winked at you also doing finger guns, you smiled and blushed a little bit at that (blushing over an animatronic? Are you okay??)

You then arrived at your last stop, the Superstar Daycare. It was a place full of kids, also full of toys and arts&crafts stuff (of course like the name said it was a daycare) but something caught your eye, the animatronic that was attending the children, it was a jester-like robot with a sun for a head that could spin around when it wanted to

“Hello everyone! I am Sun! the daycare attendant I hope you guys had a lovely tour so far!,,

he says lively his rays on his head spinning around happily, Sun huh? (ironic isn’t it) You were fascinated by him, he was really, pretty? I guess you could call him pretty.

When you got back to your dorm you picked up your laptop right away and started doing research on Fazbear Entertainment, finding a lot of weird stuff about some lawsuits and shit like that, you didn’t care you went on to look if the pizzaplex out of town was looking for a job, you really needed one and that was a big place so maybe they did need some human personal, you were also hoping you’d get to work near or in the daycare, you wanted to know more about Sun. Thinking about that you looked up the Superstar Daycare for some more information and found yet another lawsuit about the daycare this time, you read through it.

“my son was traumatised by your stupid daycare attendant and can’t sleep with the lights off anymore, whatever that thing did to him. You should decommission it right away it is not safe for children,,

you scrunch up your nose at that, because there is no way this person was talking about Sun seemed like a nice guy! So you did more research finding out the animatronic they were talking about was not Sun, but an animatronic called Moon, he was the nap time attendant and apparently, they were two separate animatronics, which intrigued you even more.

Doing even more research you find out they were actually looking to hire someone, it didn't say in which position but you weren't one to complain about stuff like that so you wrote an email and sent it, you weren't expecting a reply right away so you decided to go to bed.

It was dark, and something was bothering you but you couldn't put your finger on it, you found yourself in a jungle gym of some sort crumbled up like a pretzel, you started moving in front of you or what you thought was in front of you, while moving you could hear some sort of music, like a soft melody getting closer and closer until it stopped, you stopped as well, looking around now trying to understand where you were.

clang.

clang.

clang.

BOOM.

You wake up in your bed full of sweat and your heart beating super fast, you get your phone from your nightstand only to see it is 2 am, you definitely can't sleep after this weird ass nightmare you just add so you decide to start scrolling through social media. Before you get the chance to do that tho you get a notification from your emails, saying that Fazbear Entertainment sent a reply to your email, accepting your application!

You get up to do a little victory dance happy for it to begin.

tomorrow is another day.

this is how they will look in the fanfic since they are separate animatronics here the one in the middle is my persona ignore them I insert myself in every fandom I go in lol!!

#moondrop #sundrop #fnaf moondrop #fnaf security breach #fnaf sun #fnaf #fnaf moon #fnaf sb #fnaf fanfic #fnaf fanart #fnaf fandom #ao3 writer #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 tags #ao3 stuff #fanfiction #archive of our own

[v-ternus]

Dedicated to @iamthecomet, who got me back into writing. Im the anon from your box a day or so ago. Hope you love the brain rot that you've elicited.

MDNI

18+ . t!Rain and Dew first time. (cunt, pussy, cock, dick, clit for what Rain has going on, and cock/dick for Dew).

Almost 3k and I dont know how it got this long. Idek how to really tag this. Its nasty, full of yearning. Dew takes good care of our boy.

If you see a mistake, no you didnt.

-Vee

“It’s puff, puff, pass dude. Not puff and hog it”. Rain chides, sending him a jokingly accusatory look. Dew takes one more long drag before handing it to Rain and telling him to finish it off. A warm silence blooms between the two, enjoying the cool night breeze under Omega’s tree. Dew, Aether and Mountain had planted it when he retired with Terzo. After a while, Dew is the one to break the silence. 

“Why don’t we do this more often? We have the time now that tour is done. I'm sure Mountain wouldn't mind sprouting some more of the good stuff.” 

Rain doesn’t answer. He knows why they can’t do this more often. 

Being around you makes my chest cave in. I have to force my eyes shut or I would never stop looking at you. Your full belly laughs when Swiss says something dumb gets my stomach tied up in knots. The way your chest rises and falls when we’re laying out on the docks rips the breath out of my lungs. The warm stare of your pale blue eyes is blinding. I love you too much. It hurts that I can’t tell you- show you. Being around you without telling you is an unimaginable pain. 

Rain can’t bring it up. He can't risk ruining whatever they have. And besides, Dew wouldn't want him. 

“—Rain?”

Rain is yanked back from space to Dew sitting up, leaning over him. He really must've clocked out. It takes a long second for him to notice Dew’s hand right on his chest. The skin underneath it is on fire. It's too much and not enough. He wraps his own hand around Dew’s wrist and it makes sparks run through his arm. He shoots his head back and takes a deep breath. 

“I'm ok. I think I'm a little too high. You shouldn't have made me finish it” Rain tries to joke, to offer up a convincing chuckle, but fails miserably. Dew doesn't believe him. He taps Dew’s hand, asking to be let up. He leans himself against the tree and Dew follows. 

The closeness makes Rain more lightheaded than the weed. He starts rubbing the edges of his thighs, focusing on the feeling of denim against his hands. The texture is calming when he’s high. He looks over to Dew— his head against the tree, the bob of his damn Adam’s apple, the lines that make up that dumb face, the slender neck he wishes he could hold. It’s all too much. 

Before he can even register it, he’s bringing his hand up. It finds itself on the back of Dew’s neck, with his thumb caressing the skin right behind his ear. Soft. Dew shivers and his eyes shoot open. Once he realizes what he’s done, he jerks his hand back. 

I'm sorry, I don't know what that was. I'm too high. I'm sorry Dew. 

It’s all he can spit out. He’s ruined it. It's all ruined. He’s upset him. Dew doesn't want him and now Dew is angry at him. Dew grabs his wrist and Rain waits in anticipation— expecting pain or a push. Instead, he's quickly brought up to his feet by a solid tug. 

“What? Dew I—“

“Just come on Rain”

It's only a short walk to the dorms, but it feels like eternity. Rain can only register pounding in his ears and the feeling that his heart is going to beat out of his chest. They get to Dew’s room, and the door is shoved open. Dew is the first to speak 

“Are you serious?” Rain manages to find anger in the words somehow. He’s expecting the worst. The reality of the situation has sobered him up and panic is creeping in. He can’t live with Dew being angry at him.

“I'm sorry Dew, really. Can we just forget it? I’ll stay out of your way from now on. We do—“

His ramble is quickly cut off by the wind being knocked out of him. Dew, in all of his small stature, has shoved him up against the door. 

“I really hope you’re serious Rain.”

Dew’s lips find Rain’s before he can register the words. It was fast, their teeth knocking and sending the smallest cringe through both of them. But none of it mattered. Rain melts, held up by Dew and the door. His hands find purchase on Dew’s waist— fistfuls of his shirt. And he’s pulled lower, deepening the kiss. 

It's messy, hungry. It's everything he’s wanted and more. Dew is sweet— he still tastes like the weed they just smoked, earthy and floral, but underneath it is Dew. Rain swears he tastes like honey, golden amber spilling out of those sly lips which are softer than whatever Rain’s imagination could cook up. He tugs on his bottom lip as he pulls away. He can feel Dew’s gasps, hot against his cool skin when they separate to actually breathe. But it’s not enough. He needs more. 

Rain steadies himself and pushes off of the door, it makes Dew take a small step back. The small step turns into a few more as Rain keeps moving forward. Dew finds himself being pushed towards the bed. His knees hit the edge and Rain gives a final push, knocking him down. He sits himself down over Dew’s legs, placing soft kisses along his jaw, working his way down his neck. The kisses get harsher the lower he goes, he hopes they leave marks. He sucks a little too hard at the base of Dew’s neck and pulls away to a mark already forming. Dew is just as wrecked as he is– his hair is a mess, lips are a puffy red from their kisses, and breathy moans are wrung out freely. They only serve to fuel Rain on more. He licks a stripe up to his ear, biting it, worrying it between his teeth.

Dew whines. 

Rain sits back and stares at Dew— all pink with blush as he registers the noise he just made. It’s adorable, for lack of a better word. He’s wanted to see this since he was summoned. He’s wanted to see the fire ghoul wrecked for him.

“I'm serious Dew. Im more than serious.” 

Rain leans back in for a kiss and Dew is happy to let him indulge. He lets Rain pull him in closer, even though they can't physically get any closer. He lets him loom over him, as far as he’ll go. Dew reaches for the hem of Rain's shirt and gives it a tug. A silent request. The only response Rain is capable of is a quick please before Dew is pulling the shirt over him. 

Dew grabs Rain by the face, placing a soft kiss to his forehead. He continues down– his mouth, over his chin, down the column of Rain’s neck. He dips down lower, kisses his sternum, and drags his tongue back to Rain’s collar bone. His teeth graze the sensitive skin where his neck meets his shoulders and he feels Rain shake from it. Rain weaves his hands up to the nape of Dew’s neck, tugging gently at his hair.

It makes Dew bite down, not enough to break skin, but just enough to drag a moan out of the water ghoul. Rain doesn't know if he wants to push his head off or pull him in closer. Dew follows what Rain did moments before and makes a mirrored bruise at the base of his neck— reflections of one another. 

“Beautiful. So beautiful for me. My rainbow.” Dew barely spits out his praise before Rain is pulling his shirt off and pushing him onto his back. Dew fiddles with his belt, struggling to get his pants off. Rain– impatient as he is– takes it upon himself to start what Dew couldn't. He steps off of Dew to finish pulling his pants off and moves to take off his own, along with his soaked boxers that get thrown somewhere. He’s dripping desperately and is back on Dew as quickly as he was off. He lowers himself and buries his head into the mattress. He groans and drags his wet cunt over Dew’s still clothed cock. He thinks he could cum just like this– haphazardly grinding against Dew, hearing his moans right in his ear. He mutters something in the crook of Dew’s neck. 

“Louder Rainy,”. Rain doesn’t repeat himself. Instead, he props himself back up on his hands, and grinds himself down harder onto Dew. His dick catches on the fabric but Rain bites back a whimper. The drag is intense. Dew finds his hips and pulls them down just enough that a high pitched moan escapes Rain. He can feel Rain soaking through his boxers, slick just warm enough over his hardened dick that it’s maddening. 

With his head down and hair falling over his face, concealing it entirely, Rain finally lets it out, he nearly chokes on it. 

I thought you wouldn’t want me.

He sounds so wounded, ashamed. Dew brings a hand up to tuck some of Rain’s hair behind his ear, finally cradling his face. Rain leans into it with his eyes screwed shut, afraid to look at Dew. He feels so small. 

“Oh rainbow—“ Dew could almost sob. The idea that he wouldn't want Rain makes his chest tight. He’s wanted this just as much, but this is Dew. He doesn't know how to ask for what he wants. He’d rather wallow in his misery than tell Rain all that he’s been thinking- afraid of the same rejection. Afraid of driving him away.

Dew runs his thumb along Rain’s lip, trying to think of ways to comfort him, to calm his worry. 

“Rain, look at me” Dew tries to sound as comforting as possible, not wanting to give the ghoul any reason to find malice in his words. “Please look at me,”. Rain angles his head up and opens his eyes just enough for Dew to see.

“Can I show you how much I do?” 

Rain chokes on his own breath. Dew flips them over, running his hand down Rain’s side. It leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake but he needs more. He wants to give Rain anything, everything. 

Dew runs his thumb over Rain’s hip, inches away from where he really wants him. It makes Rain throb, he’s getting wetter the longer Dew makes him wait. “Dew… please. I can’t do it anymore, please,” 

Dew gives a comforting squeeze right as he brings his hand down to Rain slick pussy. Dragging his fingers up and down his slit, he feels Rain get impossibly wetter. He slips a finger in and feels Rain clench and flutter around his digit. Dew wishes it was his cock. His wish makes him realize that he unfortunately still has his underwear on– that’ll change soon enough.

 “All this for me Rainy? You’ve got yourself all wet for me?” Dew punctuates his question by slipping another finger in. The stretch has Rain rutting against his hand, desperate. Dew makes the mistake of looking back at Rain’s face– lip caught between his teeth as he tries to hold back his noises, his palms dug into his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure as Dew works him open. Dew kisses under his jaw before readjusting himself, lowering himself to rest between Rain’s thighs. He pulls his fingers out and watches Rain’s cunt clench around nothing. Rain opens his mouth to voice his disappointment but is quickly silenced by Dew licking a long drag from his hole up to his cock. Rain’s back arches off of the bed. 

“Be good and let me hear you,” Dew gets his lips around Rain’s stiff little dick, sucking softly at first, testing him. Dew dips down again, lapping at Rain’s pussy before bringing his mouth back to his throbbing dick. He holds it in his mouth, he can feel how heavy he is against his tongue. Rain can only mewl, a litany of please and don't stop flowing from his mouth. His brain feels like it’s melting out of his ears with the way Dew is eating him out.

Dew slips his fingers back in and tongues at the underside of his cock. He feels more slick gush out, pooling in his palm and dripping down to soak the bed underneath them. His fingers curl and feel around, searching. Dew knows he’s found it when Rain’s legs clamp around his head, spasming from the pleasure. It makes Rain see white. Everything is driving him towards the edge, but this isn't how he wants it to end.

Rain reaches down and grabs under Dew’s chin. He brings him up and meets his lips and Dew removes his hand so he can steady himself. You wont be empty for long.

Dew hums and licks into his mouth, sharing the heady taste of his slick. Rain cradles his neck pulling him down further, he can feel Dew’s thrumming pulse. He drags a hand down, pausing over Dew’s pounding heart. Mine. He doesnt now where the courage came from, but Dew quickly ducks his head by Rain’s ear and whispers it back. “Yours, raindrop. Whenever you want. Forever.” It's a promise he makes as he roll his hips into Rain’s thigh. Rain ignores it for now and decides to drag a little lower to the silver rings adorning Dew’s chest. He tugs lightly, it earns him a gasp. He keeps thumbing at the reddening nub, toying with it. Dew moves back in to get his lips on Rain’s, to drown himself in his taste. Rain's hand reaches further, moving past the band of Dew’s boxers. 

He finally gets a hand around Dew’s cock and all he can feel is Dew shaking with anticipation. He’s hot, burning even, and heavy in Rain’s hand. Rain runs his hand down the length, giving a gentle squeeze to the base. Dew isn't quiet like Rain, not ever. So Rain touching him has him groaning into Rain’s shoulder. Rain brings his hand back up to swipe over the head and he feels Dew stiffen. 

“Take them off Dew,” Dew huffs and all but throws himself off of Rain, quickly pulling off his ruined boxers and throwing them towards the edge of the bed. Dew goes back in for a kiss, and Rain gets his hand back on his cock- twisting around the head. Dew is practically leaking, remnants of his water ghoul days. Rain drags his hand back down, spreading his pre over his length. Dew is larger than he expected, Rain feels a tinge of worry that he might not fit. Everyone thinks the small ghoul would be proportional, but they couldn't be more wrong in this division. 

“I need you Dew. Please fuck me,” Who is Dew to deny his pretty little siren? He centers himself between Rain’s legs, pushing his legs open wider. His pussy on display. He ruts his cock through Rain's wet folds, making sure to drag his head over Rain’s clit. Rain shakes with Dew’s little movements. He wraps his legs around Dew's torso and Dew picks up on the cue, finally lining himself up. 

He eases the blunt head in, hoping Rain is adjusting enough. By the sounds he’s making, Dew knows everything is fine. He slowly pushes in inch by inch, but the stretch is still enough to have Rain choking on his own breath. Dew leans down, “Almost there baby, just breathe. Such a good boy for me. You’re taking me so well.” His words make Rain dig his heels in and it forces his cock in to the hilt. The stretch is sudden, and it's harder for Rain to adjust, but he can only think of how Dew is reaching into him. Perfect. They fit together perfectly, molded for each other.

Dew starts with shallow thrusts, inching in and out. He wants Rain to feel it all. His thrusts get faster, more desperate, almost pulling out entirely before carving himself back in. Rain swears he can feel him in his stomach, with each thrust knocking a quick moan out of him. Rain starts meeting his thrusts, rocking his hips perfectly. Every thrust hits his G-spot and has him seeing stars. Dew brings his hand down, swiping his thumb over Rain’s cock. His eyes drag down to where they meet, where Dew is gliding into him. Rain feels his cock twitch in him. The lewd sounds of skin against skin fill the room. 

The speechless noise is interrupted by Rain. “Can I ask for something… please?” 

Anything Rainy, anything you want. 

He reaches down for Dew’s hand, dragging it up. Both of their hands rest around his neck and he squeezes Dew’s down against the sides, right under his humming pulse. Dew realizes what he wants and is dumbfounded, he thinks he’s dreaming, but quickly indulges Rain. He squeezes a little harder, and watches as the water ghoul’s eyes roll into the back of his head. Dew feels him clamp down harder on his cock. The tight and wet grip Rain has on him has him right on the edge. Rain taps his hand and Dew loosens his grip. “So good Dew, fuck– its so good.”

His thrusts turn into grinding his cock deeper into Rain, he manages to reach further and further with each roll of his hips. Dew tightens his grip again, just to feel Rain flutter around him.

“Close Rain, please... together?” Rain gives him a quick nod before reaching down to tug at his neglected clit. Dew steadies his hand on Rain’s neck for just a little while longer, just until his thrusts become a little less coordinated. Then he squeezes harshly, “Ive got you Rain, cum for me.” The gentle words prove to be his undoing, he goes rigid against Dew, cumming as he keeps fucking into him.

Feeling the coil tighten further, Dew is sent over the edge by Rain pulsing around him. He spills deep inside Rain as his aftershocks continue to wring him dry. He sags against Rain and wraps his arms against his waist, both of them sticky with sweat. Rain feels like a live wire against Dew.

He would be content to just lay like this for forever, listening to Rain’s heart as he comes down from his own orgasm, feeling his body against his. But he knows that they need to get cleaned up- especially Rain. 

They bask in each others after glow just for awhile longer, feeling each others breath even out. Dew is the first to find his voice,

“I wish you would’ve said something sooner,”

Rain places a kiss against Dew’s hair, and squeezes him closer. “Me too wildfire, me too.” 

#rain ghoul #fire ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #ghost band #trans rain #mountain ghoul #earth ghoul #omega ghoul #terzo #aether ghoul #dew/rain #the band ghost #ghost band fanfic #ghost band fic #nameless ghouls

[bitchsister]

soooo I need luckycharms!AU Bucky and Curt on vacation somewhere.. slutty. your choice. john wants to show his boy from the bronx the world. maybe rome? like in EYY but this time they get to truly experience and enjoy it without the fear of doom & war & death ?!!? ya kno

Ohhhh you know I love a good Italy trip lmaooo. Cattonquick in Liguria was my favorite thing to write. Now I get to write Bucky and Curt being sluts? I’m so lucky. Ripping the nude beach idea right out of my Cattonquick fic and putting a Curtbucky twist on it.

Andiamo!

This request got pregnant with this other one ⬆️ it felt right so we went with it!!

HONORABLE MENTION;

Don’t read if you aren’t down with these: More vibrating butt plug, nude beach filth, ‘daddy’ is used twice, spanking, very very very very light dom/sub vibes if you squint but hardly, Curt is a cunt, abundant use of pet names

All it took was a few planted magazines on the coffee table for Bucky to quickly realize where Curt had wanted to visit, and the places he absolutely did not.

“Paris would be so fun, don’tcha think?” His legs were stretched over Bucky’s thighs who had been intently eyeing the score of the Brewers versus the Reds, dramatically huffing and puffing as the score continued not to work out in his home teams favor.

“Yeah, baby.” Bucky nodded, acting as though he was hardly listening but he was instead taking permanent mental notes. Paris is added to the possible itinerary, as is Aspen, Madeira, Lagos and Porto.

Then came ramblings of Barcelona, ripe springtime strawberries held between Curt’s lips as he flipped through pages filled with beautiful images of Casa Batlló, La Sagrada Famila, and the Picasso museum. “Look.” He turned the magazine around, pointing to the water. “Look how blue the water is, Ducky. We ain’t ever gonna see that here, huh? Closest we got is Coney Island.” He chuckled, again oblivious to Bucky’s mental note taking, the itinerary growing longer and longer with each new travel magazine Bucky hid around the house.

“Why do you got all these, anyway?” Curt grabbed the latest addition, a travel guide of Italy. “You got like thirty of the things.”

“I get ‘em for free at the office.” Bucky lied, and felt bad about it. “Guess Harding never cancelled the subscription when he was cruise shopping. I snag ‘em before he can realize they were even delivered.”

Curt hummed and nodded his head, puffing at the joint between his lips, all sprawled out over the cushioned window bench like a sunbathing feline. “I’d do anything to go to Italy.” He whispered, and alarms went off in Bucky’s head.

Bingo, bing, bingo.

Ding, ding, ding!

“My Nonna tells me stories about growin’ up in Bologna.” He hung upside down, the magazine held over his face as he multitasked like never before. A couple puffs, a flick of the page, ashing his joint, running his gorgeous mouth. “Oh, look!” He scrambled to his knees and sat upright again to turn the magazine around like it was his turn for show and tell. “Pompeii!” He flipped the page, his excitement growing. “Look! Tits! Dicks! Ass!” He pointed to all of it, the page covering the top rated nude beach in the country, Guvano.

And so, when Curt went back to his campus dorm room for a few days to hunker down and study for finals before summer break, Bucky did his own studying on hotels, which quickly had been switched to villas, vineyards, tours, beaches, restaurants, you fucking name it.

He had eventually enlisted the help of a concierge, but it wasn’t for a lack of trying. He didn’t speak Italian and he wanted to know what was really worth seeing, according to the locals.

Come Friday evening, Curt looked and felt like he’d been beaten with two cinder blocks, trudging into Bucky’s stretch of hallway once he stepped inside.

He barely had any energy left to announce his arrival, quiet footsteps wandering into the kitchen where Bucky stood with his hip jutted, his phone an inch away from his face and a wine glass in the other as he read closely each step of the recipe he’d chosen to make for dinner.

Cacio e Pepe and scottadito. Earlier, he prepped for the perfect Caesar salad, ready to eat since he knew Curt would be starved to death after his finals.

“Hey.” A voice squeaked after the source had snapped an incognito photo on his phone of that version of Bucky — quiet, contemplative, focused.

“Jesus.” Bucky dropped his phone onto the counter. “Baby, you gotta make some noise or somethin’. I’ll have a heart attack.”

Curt huffed a laugh through his nostrils and shuffled the floors toward him to wrap himself around Bucky, his eyes closed as he rested his head against the mans chest. “Oh,” Bucky cooed, rubbing circles into Curt’s back once he’d sat down the glass of wine he’d become rather familiar with in the last hour or so. “How’d it go?”

“My brain.” Curt groaned, pressing his face into Bucky’s chest. “It hurts.”

Curt, as Bucky had quickly realized, was a goddamn genius and he knew just how to work it. Never to speak out of turn, always raw and honest and never pretending to be something he isn’t, that thick New York accent poking through even the most intelligent sentences Bucky had ever heard in his life.

Listen to this, listen to this. Alright. Here we go.

Curt stood in front of Bucky, reading part of his final presentation project as practice with one of Bucky’s sweaters hanging to his mid thigh and another joint rolled with pink papers between his teeth.

The potential of shape memory alloys in morphin’ wing technology with adaptive geometries that adjust in real-time could greatly optimize performance across various flight conditions.

Curt took another puff, his eyes locked on Bucky instead of the paper in his hand. He’d memorized it all and knew it by heart. After all, it was a touchy subject he felt passionate about.

Furthermore, research shows that this could increase fuel efficiency, reduce emissions, and could have a hand in improvin’ maneuverability.

Bucky was speechless, his jaw slack, hearts spilling out of his eyes and onto the floor. He was no help really, because every goddamn thing Curtis did was absolute perfection.

“Feed it.” Bucky held Curt to his chest with one hand while the other grabbed a plate, built an excellent Caesar, and offered it in front of a barstool at the island in the middle of the kitchen where half of it was still occupied by Bucky’s iPad, his knives, his cutting board and all of his oils and seasonings.

“You’re a real homemaker, you know, Egan.” Curt reluctantly detached himself from Bucky and plopped into the stool, stabbing forkfuls of lettuce and shoving it in his mouth while Bucky poured him a glass of some orange-ish hipster rosé, because the red shit gave him headaches and made him feel sleepy.

Good taste, Bucky would say.

You’re a natural at spending money.

“Yeah?” Bucky leaned against the island, pressing sweet kisses to Curt’s face despite the way he was feverishly shoving salad into it. “You gonna have me all kept at home while you make the dough, hm?” he was teasing, but knew once Curt got his foot in the door at a job after graduation, he’d be making his own natural hipster wine budget.

Big time.

“You think I will?” Curt murmured through a full mouth, booping noses with Bucky who nodded.

“Obviously, baby. No other choice, I fear.” Bucky watched intently as Curt sipped his wine, giggled, blushed, rolled his eyes. “How you feelin’ about the final?”

“Dunno.” Curt shrugged, watching Bucky continue on his prep for dinner and dessert. “I did good on the presentation part. It’s the fuckin’ multiple choice that I get so fucked up on. I’m indecisive! The shit’s outdated — how long they been makin’ us poor brain dead fucks fill in some bubbles, ya know?” He gulped more wine from his glass, “Like, since the dawn of time, I bet. And ain’t that shitty? You’d think they would—“

A red envelope was plopped in front of him, sealed with wax.

“What’s this?”

Bucky shrugged, sipping his glass of wine nonchalantly. “Dunno. Found it. Think it might be yours.”

Curt gave him a look of confusion, shaded with hints of brattiness and sass.

Bucky could eat him up.

His fingers deftly peeled the envelope open, his eyes taking in the words that he could hardly comprehend. “Italy?” He whispered, his heart sinking to his gut. “You’re kiddin’, Bucky..”

“I was going to wait until we got your score back from the final. But I know you’ll pass and I just couldn’t wait.” Bucky braced himself for Curt’s suddenly energized squealing and jumping and screaming and hooting and kissing and licking and all of it.

So. There they were, beach Guvano, the very same one in the magazine Curt had brought with him to compare and contrast magazines versus real life — so far, not a single thing had disappointed him.

“How’s it look?” Bucky asked from beside Curt, sprawled out on their beach blanket as he shoved sweet grapes into his cheeks.

“Less people here than in the pictures.” Curt had stripped down, of course, as he typically found any reason at all not to wear clothes at any time, no matter the location. “But I like that. ‘Cause some of these people in here shouldn’t be seen with clothes on.”

Bucky swatted his thigh, a dumb grin tugging his lips. “Bad boy. Be nice.”

Curt smirked and rolled onto his belly and closer to Bucky who still wore his skimpy little black speedo that he purchased simply to fit in with the rest of the Europeans.

American swim trunks didn’t feel authentic.

“You gonna lemme see the rest of ya?” Curt pressed a kiss to Bucky’s unbelievably tan, warm, sweaty neck. “Or you gonna be a perv?”

Bucky shrugged, scrolling on his phone in his left hand, his right buried deep in Curtis’ loose brown sea-salty waves and occasionally grabbing more grapes to chomp on. “Do pervs keep their swimsuits on at nude beaches?”

“Yes, actually.” Curt nodded, wagging his little ass once a warm breeze had tickled over it, his favorite plug between his sunburnt cheeks — the one that he’d worn to dinner with Bucky and Gale not long ago.

And Bucky had already started playing with him.

“I think the real pervs have vibrating plugs in their asses. In public.” Bucky gave Curt a look of mock-surprise once he’d flicked the level up to two, meeting Curt’s look of real shock with one of pure theatrics.

His mouth agape, his brows furrowed, his chin quivering as he moaned.

“Goddamn it.”Curtis cursed.

“Feel good?” Bucky whispered, the shade from their umbrella almost hiding them from the rest of the beach where the closest visitor seemed about thirty yards down the shoreline, minding their own business with their tits out. “S’your favorite one, isn’t it?”

Curt nodded quickly, his gaze softening into little horny feline slits, thick black lashes practically fluttering over his own pink cheeks, the freckles over the bridge of his nose accentuated by hours spent outdoors sipping wine or cappuccinos and eating all the finest culinary in the city. “Mhm.. M’favorite. Yeah.” He spluttered, practically drooling already.

Bucky laid his phone on his chest, reaching forward to caress his sweet boys soft cheeks instead, gathering the moisture from Curt’s wet lips onto his thumb and licking it clean. “God, you’re so fucking sweet.” He fawned, admiring again a practically frozen Curtis who whimpered softly in response.

“C’mere, my baby.” He hooked a hand around Curt’s waist and pulled him closer, the top half of his body resting over Bucky’s chest while the bottom involuntarily rut against every warm gust of wind with his ass or the blanket atop the soft sand with his cock.

Curt’s lips had found Bucky’s fingers, sucking them like he would his cock, or Gale’s, whenever their schedules aligned these days. “I passed my exam.” He breathed, pulling away from the hand he held with both of his own, half the size of Bucky’s. “Gotta ninety.”

Although he was expecting a one hundred or more including the bonus questions that saved his ass, he was nowhere near unhappy with where his GPA stood going into his second year.

Bucky lit up, of course, kissing him like it could be their last. “I fucking knew it.” He whispered between kisses. “My fucking genius boy. God, you’re so fucking smart. It’s so sexy.”

Bucky would eat him if he could.

Carry him around just like that, wherever he went, there Curt would be.

“What can I say?” Curt grinned, lips drenched in shared saliva. “Somebody besides J.Lo has to make a name for the Bronx.”

Bucky snarled a laugh. “Christ,” he chased the moan that escaped Curtis into his own mouth to devour it. “Better graduate early, then.” He teased, his hand grabbed again and the fingers enveloped once more in the soft hallows of Curt’s cheeks that grew pinker by the minute.

He wiggled his ass again against the plug that was stuffing him, eventually moving to sit on his folded legs and rut against his own heel, Bucky’s gaze watching all the while beneath a pair of sunglasses with rather transparent brown lenses.

Curt loved to be watched.

He loved, so very much, to be the center of Bucky’s world.

He’d put on little shows for him, all sweaty and panting and begging for it. He’d become a mess, held together by prayer alone at the altar he worshipped so reverently - theirs — their love, their passion, their unbridled blazing hearts that had morphed together somewhere along the way, or perhaps in lifetimes before this one.

This love, the one that gushed so unabashedly, was the reason Bucky was able to stomach the sight of Gale between his baby’s legs, or the way Curt sucked on his fingers while Gale fucked all of his courtroom rage out of him, his pretty blue eyes in the back of his head.

Whatever they did with Gale was an extension of their love, yes, but it would never get between it.

Could never harm it.

Bucky caressed his parted thighs but didn’t dare to touch Curt’s cock that leaked sweet little milky white droplets down his smooth shaft, a sight to behold since so much was typically impossible without a belly full of Bucky’s cum. “You’re so fuckin’ wet. Getting yourself all messy.” He whispered.

Curt was aroused beyond reason — every one of his milder kinks (amongst many others that wouldn’t be appropriate beneath the blue sky) were being fulfilled. Bucky’s eyes on him, sweet little words muttered in praise and adoration.

The sun on his shoulders, the sea breeze sending shivers down his spine.

His bent legs spread wider until he was sat between them, his ass plopped onto the beach blanket which he ground himself into. “Look’it what you done to me, daddy.” His voice was low and rasped through breathy gasps and moans, “I want your big cock in me so bad.” He chomped his teeth at Bucky, proving to be all bark and no bite.

Bucky hummed, ignoring the rumble of thunder that hung above their heads, and his cock that stiffened so much his Speedo struggled to conceal it. “Not here, honey.” He adjusted his sunglasses to sit perfectly nestled in his brown curls, his usually loose waves tightened and accentuated from the saltwater still in it from that morning. “Laws still exist in Italy, you know. I looked it up.” He had no reason to study European law, but for this, he did a little research.

“But —“ Curt whined, his palms flat against his thighs as he rode the plug like he would Bucky, feeling the intensity of the vibrations kick up a notch when Bucky flicked a little green bug off his phone screen, the notch set to its maximum which they’d never done before. Especially not after sitting on a three for so long.

Curt hardly knew what to do with himself, the fire in his loins growing and growing, just like the storm cloud that hung above their heads. “Too much — I can’t —“ he panted, scrambling to reach between his legs and get rid of it but Bucky abruptly stopped him.

“Ah, ah.” Bucky tsked, “Don’t you dare.” He pressed gentle kisses over Curt’s knuckles that held onto him like a lifeline, tight white and shaking.

“Please,” Curt whined, looking between his legs and down at his own cock that had yet to reach its climax but continued to trickle with a steady stream of excitement and arousal, toes curling as he squealed.

“You gonna come?” Bucky sat up, then. He thought maybe he was going to witness history — Curtis Biddick making himself come without being pumped full of it first. “Oh, honey. You’re so close. I can see it. Fucking look at you.” Scrunched nose, back arched, nails digging into his own thighs. “Make a mess, baby. I’ll clean you up.”

Curt huffed and puffed, their umbrella swaying in the wind and a drizzle of rain peppering his warm shoulders. “I’m g’na come.” He said through rapid huffs of breath.

“Give it to daddy, baby. C’mon.” Bucky was doing that sexy little thing he’d do. He’d pout his lips and mutter filthy encouragement through a clenched jaw. He grabbed Curt’s cheeks and severed their gaze, instead redirecting his attention down to his own cock. “Watch with me.”

Curt was wailing, watching his body react instinctively to everything happening to it but the closer he crept, the lighter he felt the vibrations becoming until they were gone completely.

And then came the torrential downpour.

“What happened?” Bucky asked once Curt began cursing, pulling his hands away from their restrictions in Bucky’s grasp to pump himself but there was hardly any hope in it.

“It fucking died!” Curt was angry.

He pulled the thing out of him and tossed it harshly into their beach bag, pulling on his so very American swim trunks and his Blink-182 tshirt. “Fucking bullshit goddamn technology, Bucky! I could make a better fucking goddamn fucking thing than that — fuck!” Curt was still panting but every other sensation he felt only a moment ago had been so abruptly ripped away from him.

“Well do it, then.” Bucky grumbled, sitting up and gathering their things as the storm raged on and Curtis stood with his arms folded, clearly pouting and being no help at all. “If you’re so fucking disappointed. It’s your job to charge it, Curt. It’s going in your ass, after all.”

Bucky rummaged for the keys to their rental car, soaked by the rain but still looking so rideable despite Curt’s suddenly horrendous attitude. “But you’re the one that fucks the battery!” He waved his arms, “With your fucking bullshit!”

Curt was left there, standing in the rain while Bucky made a beeline for their big Audi SUV that was similar in size to Bucky’s Range Rover, but he’d made several comments about maybe thinking about switching to something a bit more like this back home. “If you’re going to drain the battery, I’m just fuckin’ sayin’ you should also be held accountable for chargin’ it, too.” His voice followed behind, catching up eventually.

Bucky had opened the passenger door for Curt to get in before he even made it back over to the car, hoping he’d curl up for a nap and fall asleep before Bucky was done loading up the car again.

He couldn’t be so lucky.

“You still runnin’ your mouth?” Bucky furrowed his brows, shaking sand out of their beach blanket before folding it neatly.

“Yes!” Curt whined, wanting to fucking cry. Bucky wasn’t hearing him — he wasn’t understanding. He was so, so fucking close. He felt the butterflies wake up in his belly, his heart hammered in his chest, his legs felt like they’d turned to goo.

And then nothing.

“You aren’t listenin’ to me!”

Bucky closed the trunk before he sauntered to Curt, his neck craned downward to look at him. “Bend over.” He pointed to the passenger seat, voice stern but steady.

Sharp, but buttery smooth around the edges.

Curt stuttered for a moment, “I — Bucky,” but suddenly realized it would be his pleasure to do just that.

A silence settled between them as they stood in the rain, their narrowed gazes in a standoff until Curt backed down and draped himself over the leather interior, his trunks pulled roughly below the plump curve of his ass that fucking jiggled when he spread his legs a little, perking his ass out for Bucky to spank.

“Make it a good one.” Curt quipped, his tone almost bordering mockery. “Or it’d be a shame you bent me over at all.”

Bucky had been a little pissed off by that one, but knew whole heartedly that had been the exact point — Curt knew what he was doing.

The buttons to push.

The buttons he licked with his tongue and bit with his canines until he drew blood.

The buttons he knew all too well.

A loud and heavy handed crack left a vivid and splotchy pink handprint over the delicious and a little bit sunburnt strawberry milky white skin of Curt’s right cheek, his knuckles bitten as he whined.

“I want an apology, Curtis.” Bucky bent over his body, nipping at his ear. “Not fair to take your frustration out on me, is it?”

Curt rolled his eyes, grinning into the leather of the seat beneath him as they replaced the new car smell with their own. “Fuck you.” He mumbled, going to sit up again until a hand forced him back down.

“What was that?” Bucky shoved Curt’s stance wider with his knee, feeling a hand back again to spank Curt’s left cheek that time. He hardly tensed up at it, seeming to melt under each crack against his skin.

What am I gonna do with you, Biddick?

“Hm?”

Curt wasn’t so tough eventually. All it took was three more good whips of skin against skin before he was back to begging for it. “Just let me sit on it while you drive.” He begged, clearly unaware how unrealistic and — even moreso— unsafe that sounded.

They had a schedule that day that allowed little wiggle room and Bucky had warned Curtis of this plenty before they made the reservations that they did.

We’ll have no time to play in between, Curtie. You realize that, right?

Curt nodded his head, encouraging Bucky to confirm their reservations.

I’m not an animal, Bucky. I can control myself. Jesus.

Lie.

“C’mon. We can make it work. Please.”

Bucky checked his watch and shook his head. “We have the tour you wanted to do in an hour, Curtis.” He pulled Curt’s trunks up and manhandled him into his seat despite his resistance. “And we’re not going to be fucking late because of your bullshit.”

He closed Curt’s door and made way around the vehicle to his own where he hopped in and turned over the engine, blasting the AC against their warm skin as O Mio Bambino Care droned through the speakers.

“I’m sorry.” Curt whispered, leaning over the middle console and pressing kisses to Bucky’s bicep and shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said — I — I was havin’ an outburst.”

Those happened often.

Curt was simply a hothead, too used to acting out on his first instinct, which was always anger.

Gale was helping him work through this, but wasn’t always around to be the mediator.

Bucky wasn’t going to let him hide behind that excuse forever, though. “No, you weren’t.” He mumbled. “You were being shitty just to be shitty.” He rolled a window down and lit a cigarette. “I didn’t come either, you know.” He looked toward Curtis again. “You don’t hear me crying about it.”

Curt scrambled in his seat, crawling into Bucky’s and subsequently falling into his lap, his back smashing against the horn but he didn’t give a fuck. At the very least, it made Bucky smile. “You’re right. I’m shitty. I was bein’ shitty just to be fuckin’ shitty. And I’m sorry.” He inhaled the smoke Bucky shared with him, their lips slotting together perfectly.

Bucky could never deny Curtis the satisfaction of an accepted apology — this wasn’t a real fight. It was nothing of the sort.

It was a squabble, yes, but in the end, it wouldn’t make or break anything.

Except a few of Bucky’s fragile nerves.

“Still doesn’t mean I’m gonna fuck you, honey.” Bucky smirked, cigarette between his teeth. “C’mon, back in your spot. We gotta get goin’.”

#💌 #yoyo writes #I love these two #curtbucky #this one is so long #masters of the air

[atamascolily]

princess tutu re-watch, episode 6

Fakir: "Mytho, please do not jump out of this open window. Also, put on some goddamn pants."

Mytho: "Fakir, I need help with my feelings."

Fakir: "YOU IDIOT, REAL MEN DON'T HAVE FEELINGS."

Ahiru brought the lamp spirit back to her dorm, just as I'd hoped! Day is made! I had completely forgotten about this plot point, but I am so here for it!

unfortunately, the lamp spirit only seems to be able to communicate in Morse code now, alas.

Ahiru Is Bi, confirmed!!

Neko-sensei wearing a Hawaiian shirt and sandals is not something I knew I needed, but here we are

oh man, it's the Takarazuka Revue a ballet troupe come to town, but we only see 3 people in it because budget, I guess.

the ballet troupe leader is an electrical eel in a tank. He also handles all of the lighting, natch. I think this is also a pun because the troupe's name is "Eleki" as in "electricity"??

okay, I want him and Lamp-chan to meet, I bet they'd have a lot to talk about.

this is the first big hint that Gold Crown Town really is different-- the troupe is our first glimpse of a "normal" world outside of that (with higher tech, too)

Paulamoni's husband Paulo really is the Area Man In Love With His Amazing Wife trope in human form

The Eleki Troupe has a sweet-ass tour bus

Edel having a stone named "the author's convenience" is a big hint that goes whooshing over Ahiru's head. Also I would like a whole bagful, please.

at least Neko-sensei is crushing on someone his own age this time?? unfortunately for him, she's happily married

later in life, Fakir will look back on that dance with Ahiru and think, "wow, I was such an asshole".

Ahiru doesn't seem to have control over her transformation into Princess Tutu--Drosselmeyer triggers it every time so far simply by saying her name

love how Princess Tutu simply doesn't believe in stairs

Fear Shard: "I don't want to go and you can't make me!" *tries to stab Tutu, but it backfires and he vanishes in a puff of a logic*

Mytho responds to getting his sense of fear back by having a full-out panic attack in the theater.

Ahiru: "I just wanted to make Mytho smile!" girl, what did you THINK would happen here

Drosselmeyer: "In my business, we call this 'dramatic irony'."

this episode ends before we see the troupe leave, so I guess we'll see if they're in the next episode or not, I only vaguely remember what happens next

#princess tutu #lily liveblogs

[skrillawrld]

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𝐒 𝐀 𝐓 𝐒 𝐔 𝐊 𝐈  𝐊 𝐈 𝐑 𝐘 𝐔 𝐈 𝐍   𝐗  𝐁 𝐋 𝐀 𝐂 𝐊 𝐅 𝐄 𝐌 𝐑 𝐄 𝐀 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑

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･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

You were just a dumb simple girl, she thought. You came up to her, big doe eyes, plump lips, poofy puffs with ribbons around them, thick thighs that jiggled every-time you took a step, and beautiful hips she wanted to caress.

She had no clue as to why she felt like that towards you, but she did. She looked down upon you with disgust evident on her face. You weren’t scared, just a little squirm-ish, her gaze was intense, and she was eyeing you down.

“Why should I test you?” She asked. Before you got the chance to speak, she cut you off with a uniform pushed towards your breast.

They were distracting her, and she had to figure out a way to cover them up.

“Here you go pig, one star.” She stated, shooing you away.

Immediately after, two guys with three-star uniforms stood in front of you, they demanded you to follow them. You had no choice, so you did. They took you to a dorm like place and settled you in a room, you knew one stars didn’t get treated like such, they weren’t given special treatment.

The special treatment didn’t stop there though, you were allowed to join the tennis team without a tryout, got great quality food, and got to tour the place.

The captain of the tennis team, Hakodate, wasn’t too fond of you. She’d always pick on you in front of other team members but was so close when she told you to stay for extra practice. She’d always pull on your braids or flip up your skirt, even going as far as to pinch your nipples, she enjoyed torturing you.

She didn’t know that Kiryūin had her eyes on you. Every time she’d flip your skirt up or get a little too close into your personal space, it would send Kiryūin into overdrive, but she couldn’t act on her actions. However, she did make an observation, you enjoyed the torture. With every after-school practice you stayed with Hakodate, you’d inch closer and wouldn’t cower from her torture on you as much as you use to. She even caught Hakodate looking at your breast while you were changing.

Hakodate wanted to act on her actions desperately, she just wanted to fold you up and eat your adorable pussy, but she knew she’d have to get you alone, which would usually be easy, if the higher ups weren’t coming to collect you for dinner with them every time you two were alone.

One evening she noticed they weren’t there waiting outside for you and acted on her actions quickly. While you were stripping to head into the showers, she followed behind you. You felt her warm breath behind your ear and knew it was her, she grabbed your waist and bent you over, she was so desperate to taste, even just to see, how good your pussy was.

She immediately latched her mouth onto your clit, pushing her fingers deep into your cunny causing you to cry out. You wanted to tell her stop, that you’d get in trouble if the higher ups did catch you, but it felt too good. You caught yourself bouncing back on her face, begging her to let you cum. In response you’d get a “why should I let your sloppy cunt cum?” Or “I’m doing it for my pleasure and if you end up getting your fill good for you.” She was so mean, and it turned you on so much, you ended up squirting in her mouth.

She drunk it all up and continued her assault on your pussy, switching between her finger and tongue as to which she was fucking you with.

She soon finished up and started licking up your body. She played with your breast for a while, twisting and nipping on them to get a reaction from you. After she finished she gave you a sloppy kiss and walked out the shower.

After the whole incident went down she pretended it never happened, she barely even looks at you anymore. Kiryūin has been showing up to the court more though, she’d always watch you and make sure the blonde was no where near you. She knew what happened, it made her furious, she was just waiting for the right moment to bring it up.

“Hello” Kiryūin Said walking behind you from training, instead of letting the guards get you, she decided to get you herself.

“Hi” You said in a questioning tone.

“There’s something we need to discuss.” She said looking down at you, then walking ahead of you.

Taking that as an order, you trailed behind her thinking of all the things you may have done to piss her off, you hadn’t seen her in weeks, so why did she need to see you? What wasn’t clicking in your dumb little brain?

“Is there something you need to tell me?” She said as she sat down in her office seat.

“Not that I know of?” You said in a question like tone, is something wrong with Kiryūin? why does she seem angry? 

“Hm, come here.” She said in a calm tone. As you walked behind her desk, she pulled you down onto her lap.

“Did someone touch you in the past few weeks?”  She asked directly this time.

“No, no one has touched me.” You lied.

“Yeah?” She questioned.

“Mhm” You groaned out in response. She had placed her thigh between your legs, you instantly felt her bulge on your ass, and she could most likely feel your almost bare pussy since you were wearing thin flimsy panties.

“Is this not you and Hakodate, in the locker room?” She said, pulling up the footage she had recorded with her phone. There, you sat and watch the video of you begging Hakodate for more. 

Your pussy immediately reacted, seeing yourself on camera turned you on so much. 

Kiryūin could feel your wetness seeping through your underwear. She placed you on the table and flipped your skirt up, she sat back down in her seat and observed your pussy. It was so pretty to her she wanted to immediately taste but she couldn’t, she wanted to tease you first.

She stripped you of the rest of your clothing and opened a draw filled with toys. She pulled out a bunny tail butt plug, a blue dildo and some lube. Your eyes widened while hers remained neutral, if she could, she’d take you in the office over the table, however the walls weren’t soundproof and you’d be quite loud.

She licked her thumb and began rubbing your clit, you were really sensitive and any touch had you begging for more, and with your pleas she gave you more, she secured her mouth around your clit as you began to cry, it was becoming too much, her tongue was warm and would constantly flick horizontally and vertically.

She removed her head after your third time cumming, she didn’t do it for your pleasure, she really enjoyed your taste and couldn’t resist making you cum over and over again. She switched your position and placed you on the floor between her legs, with your ass facing her direction and your back arched.

She spat on your ass, the cool liquid landed on your hole and sent a shiver up your spine. She grabbed the plug and the lube and lathered it on. After you felt her fingers prodding into your back hole, you want to stop her but it felt, good?  

“Are you putting that in there?” You stuttered out. She simply ignore you. Why would she give you an explanation? You didn’t give her one for the video. She began pushing it in.

“It’s too much!” You yelped out. She continued pushing it in and then started rubbing on your clit with her thumb. The amount of pain a pleasure at the moment was delicious, the stretch burned perfectly.

After she got it completely in you started pushing it back out, it was too filling. She grabbed it and began pumping it in and out of your hole, it felt good, so good that you began to spasm. She pushed your legs apart to make room for herself.

"Look at you, making a mess on my floors." She

scolded. She then laid between your legs, finally latching her mouth onto your clit.

You moaned out in pleasure, humping her mouth trying to get your release. She spanked you and stuck her tongue between your folds, tongue fucking you until you finally came on her tongue.

She continued to tongue fuck you until you were crying. After you came for the last time, for her satisfaction, she cleaned you with her tongue and took some wipes out of her desk and cleaned you off as well.

She then carried you to her room and kissed your forehead before whispering praises into your ears as you fell asleep.

"You did so good for me darling."

･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Hi! Sorry for the long hiatus, hope you enjoyed!

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[twistedroseytoesy]

The Haunted Mansion

another song! this time for the ghosts of ramshackle! also I named them since they are only called ghost A, B, and C.

ghost A- a very thin, old, and gangly looking ghost. I name him Aaron.

ghost B- fairly normal proportions. I name this one Berry.

ghost C- larger and rounded ghost. I name him Cyrus.

The two other ghosts in this fic will be "Ghost host" and "little Leota"

A/N: sorry the song changes writing style, I realized the way I started writing it would be way too long. here's the video I recommend having on as you read.

Yet another day of chaos for the poor prefect of ramshackle. The day had been long with Ace being extra annoying and troublesome. Even physically dragging them away from the rickety dorm when they tried to head back. He prommised dinner though for some more hangout time so the redhead happily kept them away from home for a bit longer.

Once dinner was over he walked them back, which was even more suspicous than the dinner and him constantly draging them around all day.

"what's up with you?" they asked bluntly as they reached the front dead lawn of the dorm.

"eh? what's up with me? I don't know what you're talking about," he said crossing his arms defensively.

"Ace." They hissed warningly.

"OK, OK! I may or may not have summoned a bunch of ghosts when setting up a prank! they then started to chase after me and I panicked and threw the prank bomb into the house..." He explained arms moving wildly with his story.

If the prefects' looks could kill Ace would be 12 feet under by now. "You summoned more ghosts, and pissed them off with a prank bomb?!" they yelled at him. "and you kept this from me all day?! what did you expect to happen by now?! what did you expect me to do about this?!" they screamed face red with anger.

"OK jeez! I know I messed up! I'll help you beat up the ghosts and it'll be fine." he said waving his hands in a dismissive way. "besides it's a harmless prank, just a song bomb."

Mc took a deep calming breath before glaring again. "great singing ghosts. and just how many are we going to be dealing with. 3 with just grim was difficult."

"I think I summoned like 2? so 5 isn't too bad, besides 3 of them are your buddies, they wouldn't hurt us, right?" he asked looking a bit nervous.

"they won't hurt me or grim or any guests of the dorm." they said putting emphasis on guests. "you weren't a guest, so they had every right to kick you out. Glad they tried too." they spat.

"Ouch. Ok then. Will I be a guest if I come in with you?" Ace asked

"Unfortunately yes, now come on. We've got some ghosts to listen to and sort out." Mc said stomping up to the old wooden front door. Just as they reached out to grab the doorknob the heavy door swung inward and a puff of pink smoke blasted out onto the two coughing students.

"Bleh, oh man I forgot how bad those bombs smelled." Ace coughed. Mc just gagged a bit themselves before straightening, hearing the ominous notes of a deep organ and a few voices they recognized. They grabbed Ace's hand and dragged him behind them into the dark manor. The door squeaked loudly as it closed behind the pair, plunging them into darkness.

The two froze in the pitch black that surrounded them, and just before they could say anything a small glowing whisp appeared in front of the duo. The whisp suddenly grew a face, arms, and a hat and gave a loud "BOO" as she finished transforming. Ace shrieked as the mc just rolled their eyes at the jumpscare and aces reaction.

The ghost cackled at ace and frowned at the Mc. "well, lookie here! we got ourselves a pair of living folk! hows about we give you a tour? We've been fixing up the place after someone made quite a mess." the ghost said in a high pitched gravelly voice before appearing behind the two students. Ace scrambled forward and the mc started to walk along the dim hallway, illuminated only by the ghost's light. "I'm Leota. And I proudly present, the haunted mansion!" They said as the group entered the foyer.

Candles glowed with eerie white light as they flickered into life. the music flared and a deep voice boomed through the room, rattling some of the walls.

"When hinges creak in doorless chambers And strange and frightening sounds Echo through the halls"

the voice boomed and the eerie sound of wind and whispered voices came from down some of the hallways.

"Whenever candle lights flicker Where the air is deathly still"

The white flames flickered and dimmed, many going out.

"That is the time when ghosts are present Practicing their terror with ghoulish delight"

The maker of the voice appeared through one of the nearby walls, causing ace to yelp and hide behind the Mc. The ghost had a rounded belly and thick arms, he looked similar to Cyrus but had a bowler hat, a cane with a cat skull on its top, and a bow tie holding his ghostly cape to his pale body.

"Welcome to the haunted mansion. we hope you enjoy the show," he announced in his deep loud voice. With a swish of his cane, a ghostly magic swirled about the two, taking the form of a coffin, Mc in the front with ace sitting behind them as it levitated and moved toward the stairs.

"o-oh great seven were going to die." ace whimpered trying to get up but finding he was stuck in his position.

"oh calm down, I know ghosts, and these guys want to have some fun. Relax." They said somewhat twisting to try and pat his head, he swatted at their hands causing both to smile a bit in the somewhat eerie and interesting situation. The coffin stopped at the top of the first set of stairs, turning to look down a dark hallway. the strange and somewhat chaotic organ solo reached its end they saw the 3 ramshackle ghost pop out of different doorways, singing to new and upbeat music.

"When the crypt doors creak And the tombstones quake" Cyrus sang doing spirals in the air above the two guests.

"Spooks come out for a swinging wake" berry and Aaron sang back. "Happy haunts materialize," Cyrus said appearing next to the other spirits. "And begin to vocalize" Aaron and berry sang spinning around Cyrus before he joined in the spinning "Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize!" the ghosts all sang together.

"Now don't close your eyes And don't try to hide" Cyrus started using his big hands to cover the two student vision for a moment.

"Or a silly spook may sit by your side" Berry sang, now sitting on the edge of the moving coffin, making Ace yell and swing his hand only going through the air as berry disappeared with a chuckle.

"Shrouded in a daft disguise They pretend to terrorize" Ace sang as his eyes turned a dead blue color.

"Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize"

The Mc watched as Leota left Ace's body and joined in the singing as the different spirits danced and moved through the air, phasing through objects or popping up around the two as they continued down the hall. The two only watched, ace staying on guard and jumping every once in a while.

Cyrus: As the moon climbs high o'er the dead oak tree Others: Spooks arrive for the midnight spree Cyrus: Creepy creeps with eerie eyes Aaron then berry: Start to shriek! and harmonize All: Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

Cyrus: When you hear the knell of a requiem bell Leota flashing brightly: Weird glows gleam where spirits dwell Cyrus: Restless bones etherealize Ghost host materializing 2x his size before shrinking back to normal: Rise as spooks of every size

They all cackled disappearing as the two ascended more stairs. the singing continued quickly once they reached the top.

Leota: When the crypt doors creak And the tombstones quake Spooks come out for a swinging wake Happy haunts materialize And begin to vocalize Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

Ghost host: Now don't close your eyes And don't try to hide Or a silly spook may sit by your side Shrouded in a daft disguise Leota: They pretend to terrorize Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

Aaron: As the moon climbs high o'er the dead oak tree Spooks arrive for the midnight spree Creepy creeps with eerie eyes Start to shriek and harmonize Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

Berry: When you hear the knell of a requiem bell Weird glows gleam where spirits dwell Restless bones etherealize! Rise as spooks of every size, oh yes they did!

Ace shuddered as the air grew very cold around them, Mc paled a bit as they noticed a summoning circle in the large room at the end of the hall. when they entered the room they heard a cacophony of other voices, with some ghoulish shriek-singing in the background of the song repeating again.

???: When the crypt doors creak And the tombstones quake Spooks come out for a swinging wake Happy haunts materialize And begin to vocalize Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

???: Now don't close your eyes And don't try to hide Or a silly spook may sit by your side Shrouded in a daft disguise They pretend to terrorize All: Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

the voices continued to change, some high some low taking the melody and harmony. creating a mesmerising yet confusing melody that had the two mortals enraptured, watching different shapes whisp around the room.

???: As the moon climbs high o'er the dead oak tree Spooks arrive for the midnight spree Creepy creeps with eerie eyes Start to shriek and harmonize Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

???: When you hear the knell of a requiem bell Weird glows gleam where spirits dwell Restless bones etherealize Rise as spooks of every size!

The voices all cackled in swirling masses before the lights cut. The two stared into the darkness for a second before Aaron, Berry, and Cyrus appeared in a line in front of the coffin holding white flamed candles.

Ghost A,B,C: If you would like to join our jamboree There's a simple rule that's compulsory Mortals pay a token fee bowing their heads then winking: Rest in peace, the haunting's free So hurry back, we would like your company~

they held the last note as the coffin moved out of the room and over the railing, floating back to the foyer and toward the front doorway. "Hurry back~ Hurry back~ Be sure to bring your death certificate." Leota's voice said.

The two suddenly fell onto their butts when the coffind dissapeared once outside of the house. Mc grunted and ace groaned as he pulled himself off the ground alsong with mc.

"uhhhh, wow. Was not expecting that..." ace said scratching the back of his head.

"Seems like Leota and the ghost host left on their own. they have been here all day." The mc mused, now walking back toward the house .

"where are you going?!" ace said reaching out to grab theri arm. They moved out of the way before he could grab them.

"going to go to bed, everything's done its course, there's no need to worry. besides I'm pretty sure grim was hiding in the bedroom the whole time. I need to make sure he didn't break anything." they said grabbing the door handle and opening the door. "Besides it may be a haunted mansion but it's my haunted mansion. goodnight Ace, I hope you learned your lesson." they closed the door behind them leaving ace to question the sanity of his best friend as he quickly walked back to his own dorm, feeling uneasy the whole way back.

Latter on he wished he recorded the whole thing, no one believed his ramblings of the haunting ride in the ramshackle dorm.

#twst parody #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #Ace #Ramshackle ghosts #Had so much fun with this one! #my stuff #my writing #hope you like it #poor Ace #tramatized #he will still do pranks #just not in ramshackle #he refuses #twst crack

[scneuro]

On Friday, the sky had brightened up and I made the mistake of leaving the new dormitory in shorts and a t-shirt; the gray drapes closed again and the temperature dropped the lowest it had been in weeks, and I could already tell while drawing in the fifth story of the library that the walk back would be awful. But I needed to get out of the new dorm for a while.

Earlier that day, I went up and down the road six times across four hours with the dolly a friend had lent me for summer to get my things to the new dorm. I thought I had broken my mini-fridge while I was walking down the flight of stairs to the elevator — my building had elevators only on every second floor, and you guessed it — but it turned out to be my fatigue talking, because of course the ice in the fridge was simply melting through the door. I was grateful, nonetheless, for the generosity of my friend to lend me the dolly; I was also grateful for the box Abdul gave me, even though my bedding now had a strange box smell and I was going to have to wait for them to all come out the laundry before I could sleep. It was a bad week to be broke, with how much help a few more boxes would’ve been. I wanted to throw myself through the window when the fridge seemed broken, which in acquiring had used up the last paycheck from my term-time tour-guiding and forced me to need change at the CVS and be unable to visit the U-Haul for some extra boxes. Now the people who had depended on me to move out this week, and some of who had burdened me with extra things to look after for the summer, but whom I had depended on even more to move from my room, even though they hadn’t physically helped me to move at all, but rather through a smile-creased box and a drunk dolly, were gone.

After finishing the drawing, and writing for a while, I braced myself and went toward the exit. I nodded to the security guard on the way out. He nodded back and it felt cool. I had to cross the ___ which dependably had a stream of traffic and while standing at the crossing, the exhaust of a Chevrolet truck spluttered an arid combination of smoke and sediment in my face. I was used enough to my pipe that it did not scratch my throat as I breathed it in as much as I expected, that I thought I ought to. It succeeded in making me think about smoking, however. As dependable as the traffic, it was an assured route to de-stressing. Summer should not be so stressful. 

I found a staircase behind one of the concrete laboratories, no doubt abandoned at least until summer school started up, and used the emergency stash in an old tin crayon box in my satchel; what I had grinded before leaving, I had smoked on the way to the library. Depositing the stash into my grinder, I minced it up and packed the pipe. I left the alcove and walked down the street. At the start of the semester, I would’ve been more hesitant to smoke in broad daylight down a busy street, even though the only taboo in Boston was my age, people over 21 legally allowed to carry less than an ounce. Back in South Carolina, carrying any amount at all constituted a misdemeanor. Well, smoking in public in Boston faced a $100 fine, but as long as I held it discreetly by my waist between puffs, a cop car needed to pass by mid-puff or for me to walk past a cop with the odor on me for any risk of incurring the fine. I also benefited from being white. My black friends can’t even walk into a CVS in the middle of the night wearing a hoodie like I do without a staff member being assigned to rearrange whatever aisle they happened to be adjacent to.

Although I was happy with how the drawing came out, and found the writing to be cathartic, the day felt unproductive. The sluggish imbalances in weather were to blame for this, in my eyes. 

Walking down the pavement, I re-read the text my youngest sister had sent me the day before. Bracing myself, I rang. Three, four rings, and my thumb was hovering over the red cellphone icon when my sister picked up. She said, “Hi, Ellen.”

“Hi Mabel. What happened?”

“I think the text said everything. Ah, I am so over it. I finally get the school to accept me, and then Mom has to send that email?”

I said nothing.

“I heard you talked to Mom yesterday. If you were there, Ellen, you would’ve seen how she was acting. You would’ve heard all the things she was saying, like calling me ‘mentally ill,’ and saying I wasn’t smart or motivated enough to go. She had the email written out and I was talking to her calmly, like I’m talking to you now, and she got upset and sent the email in my face.”

“That’s really awful.”

Mabel started to cry. “I don’t get what her problem is anymore. She says I am obsessed with going to the UK to study but I’ve told her so many times that if it isn’t going well, I can just come back. If I need to, I’m not against coming back at all. Dad has said from the start that he is okay with me staying with him over there, and when he and I went on the camping trip we got along fine.”

“I think it’s for the best if you go. I was worried about you going too but Mum has lost sight of the alternative: you having to stay in South Carolina and not being able to do what you want to do. I’m more worried about how that would crush your spirit. At least if you go you will be motivated to do something.”

“Yeah, like I know it will be hard. This whole time, I haven’t been saying that A-levels will be easier. But Mom has only spoken to Spencer about this and her daughter obviously struggled with A-levels, but she also took math, which is a really hard subject. Doesn’t she see that I’m going to use that as advice? Why does it have to be a reason for me not to go? It’s been so bad here for the last few days, Ellen. I’m sorry to dump this all on you now.”

“It’s alright.”

“I really wanted to call you at the time. You always know what to say in these kinds of things. But Mom didn’t want to burden you, because she thinks it will make you worried if you see her unhappy.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t reply when I got the text. I wanted to talk to you about it, and I ran out of time yesterday. You know you can call me anytime, right? I would’ve talked to you then. I’m glad I’m talking to you now and have had a chance to think about this, though. I’m not sure I actually would’ve had anything helpful to say at the time.”

“Yeah, I think you would’ve got frustrated as well. But my point was more that you would listen, and it’s nice to vent sometimes.”

I didn’t say anything.

“How have you been, though? How is the new room?”

“My suitemate is nice. She also likes art and writing, it turns out. But she lived across the corridor in the same dormitory building last year, and I’m pretty sure she was hitting on me that whole time. She asked twice if I wanted to play Bananagrams or get dinner and I blew her off both times. I felt bad about it but it doesn’t seem like she took it too personally.”

Mabel sniffed and laughed. “But the room is nice?”

“Yeah. It’s great to have wooden floors instead of linoleum, and wallpaper instead of concrete. Definitely less prison-like than the old dorms, and the view is nice.”

“You have to send me a picture. I really want to see it.”

“Yeah I will.”

“You also need to send me a picture of all your friends. I want to know what they look like.”

I laughed. “Sure.”

“Thank you for calling, Ellen.”

“No problem. Love you, Mabel. Bye.”

“Wait, please be careful with the heatwave in Boston tomorrow. It’s going to be ninety-five”

“Eh, it gets hotter in Charlestown.”

“On the hottest day of the year! Please be careful.”

“Will do.”

“Okay, bye bye Ellen. Love you.”

#22

[fmddowoon]

closed for @fmdtaerae.

there’s a lot going on in catalyst’s world. in a way, it’s a relief, because then dowoon hasn’t actually ended up having the time to miss his (contractually obliged to be) jet-setting girlfriend, or to get too stressed out about moving out of catalyst’s dorms. the others will all probably be out before him -- it’s typical that he’d be the last one to leave. he usually is when it comes to ... everything. he’s the last one out of most rooms, holding doors open as he counts one, two, three, four, and then, turning his pointer finger on himself, five, giving premises a final once over before scuttling around his promenading members to the front of the procession. it’ll be the same with this. 

he doesn’t have the time to be thinking about all of this. he doesn’t have the luxury to be spacing out, in a way that’s very unlike him, making eye contact with his own reflection across the room and letting those same eyes gloss over. the sound of a particularly heavy set of footfalls smacking against the practice room floor breaks him out of his trance. with something to prove, with a little bit of face to save, dowoon puffs out his chest and pauses the music, doing his best to act like he hadn’t just been mostly touring apartments in his head while in character for nightmare teacher. 

“-- hey, taerae!” he says, clapping his hands together, loud and crisp above the sudden silence in the room. “you with me?” dowoon asks, as if he wasn’t the one a million miles away. “let’s go from the top again, alright?”

#fmdtaerae #( * interactions ) #famedscheduleq222

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Anaticula Pt 33

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - Pt 6 - Pt 7 - Pt 8 - Pt 9 - Pt 10 - Pt 11 - Pt 12 - Pt 13 - Pt 14 - Pt 15 - Pt 16 - Pt 17 - Pt 18 - Pt 19 - Pt 20 - Pt 21 - Pt 21b - Pt 22 - Pt 23 - Pt 24 - Pt 25 - Pt 26 -  Pt 27 - Pt 28 - Pt 29 - Pt 30 - Pt 31 -

- Ok, naming this one 33 because i accidentally named two chapters 22, and to fix it all would be too exhausting for me, so continuing the Triwizard Year, hope you enjoy it. :D -

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You barely had six hours until breakfast and with your lovely nap you dressed in the sweater on the top of your pile tugging it to rest over your worn jeans covering your boots and tall socks coated in Nifflers. Bag slung over your shoulder shifting in each step as you drew your hair back out of your face into a tall ponytail only to pause for a moment at the Gryffindor first years whispering about your being asked to the Ball.

Fred, “That didn’t take long.”

“How the hell-,”

Cedric glanced at you, “You got asked already?”

“Bryt asked me but I didn’t say yes.”

George, “School seems to think otherwise.”

Rolling your eyes you sighed and turned to head to the Great Hall catching a trio of Beauxbaton girls scowling at you in their hurried walk into the hall to choose the table farthest from yours. Sighing deeply you moved to your table catching the smirk on Alastor’s face contrasting Snape’s puzzled expression hearing the whispers while Barty Jr stared at you with chin planted in his palm trying to work it all out himself.

Whispers rippled quickly and on their own way to sit by their chosen partners the Krum brothers froze and asked those in their year speaking the most English for a translation of the gossip seeming so interesting to your classmates. “They’re saying Miss Black got asked to the Ball already.”

Sebastian’s grin dropped and Krum asked, “It was barely announced last night. Surely it must be a mistake. They can’t possibly be pairing up this early when it isn’t until Christmas.”

Sebastian shook his head, “Asked or not, I have months to change her mind. Find out who it was. Show that I am the better match.”

Viktor nodded patting his hand on his brother’s back alongside their friends who all continued onto the Great Hall. Straight to Hermione however he hurried, finding her thankfully by Angelina and Alicia instead of the guys, a grin eased onto his face and over the morning juice he managed to ask her right then, not willing to risk losing the chance.

Taking the spot by you, Sebastian held his grin and asked you, “Sleep well?”

Your head tilted, “Other than the gap for Ghoul Studies ya. You?”

He nodded watching as your finger trailed around the rim of your glass filling it with juice, “Yes. It is a good dorm. Nice beds, good view. You should come and see it sometime. We have all our best posters up and our brooms on display in the common room” after a pause he asked, “Even with our games being canceled this year would your pitch be off limits for training still?”

Lowering your glass from a sip you swallowed and said, “That was something I wanted to ask you about.” Making his brow inch up in your plotting smirk as you reached into your bag on your lap to pull out the folded quidditch chart, “How would you like to build some bridges?”

The guys all leaned in peering on at the schedule you had made with growing grins, giving them a wave after assigning their ranked house teams to fill in their spaces before you moved over to let Fleur take the spot beside you curious of your note as well. A grin eased across her lips and in a quick huddle all the Beaxs had eyed the copy you had made them and agreed to the two game a weekend schedule. Leaving your bag in your seat you walked over to the Professor’s table drawing their gaze from their plates with the Krums and Fleur behind you. A quick grin flashed across your face and Dumbledore inched up in his seat dapping his mouth with his napkin, “Miss Black, something wrong?”

“Not really. In fact we have a proposition.”

“Hmm, do tell.”

You passed him a copy of the chart and said, “We would like to play this year. All the teams, for all three schools. The games are set up and we all agree. Why leave the other students to just cheering on three of us when we could all benefit from a Tournament of our own.”

In looking at the chart Minerva said, “It certainly is a possible source of mutual entertainment.”

Dumbledore looked up at you, “Quidditch could very well be the thing to lace us all together. It is an admirable schedule and I accept the notion.” You all grinned and he said, “I will inform their Headmasters and leave the workout schedules to your captains.” You nodded and turned to take your seats seeing him stand and move further down the table to pass around it greeting the entering headmasters and share the news stirring smirks of their own.

Returning to his seat in seeing that you were all in the Hall now he stood clearing his throat, “Good morning students. If I might trouble you for a moment.” The hall fell silent in looking at him, “It has come to my attention that in the aftermath of our canceling Quidditch for this year just how dividing that could possibly be, a new timetable has been made and no doubt will be added to the afternoon papers, including the teams from our visiting schools. That is all.” When he sat again you shook your copy that multiplied and flew off in airplanes that unfolded for the other house teams with a copy for each Beax and Durm team as well.

Ron, “Two games a week!”

Hermione leaned over the table to steal a glance impressed at the time chart while Oliver beamed knowing his last year would be the best as he could play against the best, already mentally working out the training schedule in his head to check with the other teams later.

In all this however your eyes kept wandering to the same trio of Beauxbaton teens scowling at you through the elated chattering from the Slytherin table drawing more than a few glances your way.

.

In focusing on your classes and helping the teams to mesh their workouts on the one pitch before the first set of games the next weekend after this one you would be met randomly by Sebastian and Fleur. The older teens marveling at your workload, while theirs left them ample time to explore and relax at their leisure.

Friday had come and nearly gone into a third lunch with your ever changing table of friends all skating around the lingering topic of why you were asked so early to the Ball when it seemed that no one else known to be single had been snapped up so quickly. Once Double Charms was through you took your break and paused on your way from RoR passing the same scowling trio making you turn and head for Barty’s classroom to see if he could help you figure it out.

Out of nowhere Bryt walks up to you in Barty’s doorway making his head tilt slightly in his inching closer with Snape and Alastor not far behind from their conference, “Jaqi.” He wet his lips anxiously, “Well, Mum says I should just be honest, so here’s the dill.” He said with a sigh making your brow inch up through the far from subtle lean of a group of Durmstrangs through an opening of a courtyard to listen in, “Now my Gran is friends with Evangelinne’s Gran. And we’ve been friends since infants, and her Mum and mine both heard about the Ball and hoped for another picture of us. But see, when she heard about the Ball she’d already expected she’d go with me, knowing I’d pick a silver tux so she could wear cucumber green. But now she’s heard that I asked you and that really hurt her feelings and it took me a good day and a half for her to even talk to me again so, will you?”

Holding back from shaking your head you asked, “Will I what?”

“Will you not go with me to the Ball?” In his pleading grin at you a nod came from you and he darted off, “Thank you! I’ll invite you to our wedding!”

Shaking your head you walked into the classroom through the open mouthed Professors glancing from Bryt’s path to the group of Durmstrangs darting away. Following you inside Alastor teased, “I don’t think I’ve seen that boy draw breath once since I got here.”

Snape, “I think he’s mutated above the need for it.” He rubbed your back seeing your head on the desk as you groaned into your bag you’d set on it, “Are you alright?”

You raised your head and shrugged, “Well, seeing as when he asked me to go my answer was ‘um’ and somehow in that the whole school knew overnight, and then I had Sebastian giving me crying puppy eyes over the fact he’d missed asking me, when I hadn’t actually accepted the offer in the first place-!”

You groaned and set your hands on the desk looking to Barty who said, “You are a catch Love. Besides, I bet-,” his eyes rose to the doorway seeing Sebastian slide into a stop making him pat your hand and say in a forced seemingly teacher voice, “And if you have any more questions about that extra credit, just let us know.” Passing you a blank slip of paper now reading ‘Turn Around.’

Turning around you were subtly motioned out of the room to approach Sebastian who asked offering his elbow, asking in thickly accented English, “Would you like an escort to lunch?”

You folded your hand around it in shouldering your bag, “Thank you.”

Not two steps later Sebastian asked seeing a group of male teenagers approaching from further down the hall, “I was wondering if you would allow me to escort you to the Ball.”

“Oh-,”

His brows furrowed for a moment, “Oh? Someone asked you? Already?!” a look of panic flashed in his eyes when he turned to you missing the teachers leaning out the doorway watching you.

“No.”

He nodded, “No, no one asked you, or no you will not go?”

“No, I,” raising your hands you covered your face for a moment for a deep inhale and exhale before you lowered and settled them on his biceps making him smirk through a spreading blush, “No, I have not agreed to go with anyone, though Bryt did ask and then un-ask me. Anyways, I would love to go with you.”

He nodded then motioned you forward, “We should eat.” You nodded and walked with him and he asked, “How did this Bryt ask you so quickly? Do you share a common room?”

“Oh, no he caught me on our way to Ghouls Studies that night after dinner.”

“How did he ask to make you say yes?”

“I didn’t,” he looked at you, “Say yes. My exact answer was ‘um.”

“Um?”

You nodded, “Yup.”

“Then why did he-,”

You shook your head and shrugged, “Your guess is as good as mine. But he’s going with a girl from Beauxbatons now so no worries there.”

“Let us all hope she did not just say um.” Making you giggle widening his smile.

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Finishing your courses out you found your way back to your dorm to head off to sleep. Though it was Gryffindor’s time for practicing in the pitch in the morning you were still, once breakfast and your Arithmacy course was through, would be off to do some laps both around and across Black Lake.

A quick change from your usual clothes had you in shorts and a sleeveless Puff jersey over your converse joining the full team in their own workout gear and jerseys for the easy start to your year of training to hopefully keep you up to standard against the visiting teams. Curiously the crowd of varied languages swirled around you with news rippling of your group headed out for a stroll to the Lake. Through the courtyards and exits the curious visitors all watched your stop under the tree for a quick few moments of stretching followed by your lining up to jolt off parting lips at the pace you began in.

Lap after lap past the random appearance of a few fire crabs in your paths you held your pace and positions for the twelve laps, ending back at the tree where you all removed your shoes and socks then turned back to the frigid lake stirring grumbles and groans that died the deeper you got to start your laps across the lake. Two full laps across and back again had the other students leaving while you and the twins pulled lists from your sneakers of plants and supplies in the lake you had been asked to fetch for the other Professors and Madame Pomfrey you clarified. Pulling a jar out the twins both drew out a swirl of gillyweed only to look up at Sebastian in his approach with a spreading grin.

“Tired?”

You shook your head, “No. Cushion start for the practices this year, just to warm us back up to the usual.”

His eyes lowered to the jar, “What is that?”

“Gillyweed.” Fred and George answered.

He looked to you, “We were asked to fetch some things for the Professors.”

George offered him the jar, “Care to join us?”

Sebastian quickly removed his boots and socks he left with his jacket waving his wand he drew over his clothes swapping them for a tank top and shorts. In a subtle flex of his arms he reached in and drew out a swirl he eased into his mouth and chewed it following you all into the water wondering if he had missed you eating your swirl of the disgusting plant he just swallowed after the terrible task of chewing the slimy swirl.

Under the surface he joined you trying to rein in his struggle to breathe that eased greatly when he sunk deeper at the forming of his gills. A turn of his head brought you into his sights with lips parting as a silvery blue tail sprouted under your shorts now turned into a mini skirt. Smirking in following after you he swam deeper into the water taking in all he could on the path listening to your description of each plant you passed and their uses explaining why you had to gather them. Lastly a huge supply of pearls were gathered and through his distant inspection of your curious Giant Squid he continued to swim after you towards the surface feeling himself shifting back. On the surface again you watched their coughing stroll up to the shore while you wiggled your legs completing your shift back along with the mending of your shorts from their skirt form.

Up to lunch after you had dried off with your wands you strolled through the castle passing off the collected items then you turned to head down to your dorm with Sebastian grinning in his stream of questions at all you were passing. The maze of halls in the dungeons especially interesting to him while you passed so easily through the maze complete with shifting walls and traps you had left one another in the continued battle with Slytherin at the opposite end. A wall of barrels puzzled him completely until he saw Fred knocking on one that opened revealing the door you passed through. Open mouthed he took in the homey common room packed with odd plants and random small creatures including a napping mooncalf curled up in a basket along the wall. Down the hall he followed you and inspected your portion of the shared dorm while you took your clothes from earlier into the bath to change.

Inching closer however he eyed the tail dangling from the hammock above your bed that pulled back out of his sight at the opening of the bath door. Pointing at the hammock he asked, “What-?” Looking up at it again his brows furrowed and he stepped to the side peering up at it only to look back at you when you moved past him to add your jersey and shorts to the basket of dirty clothes.

“The hammock is from a Nundu cub I was asked to take care of.”

“There was a tail.”

You nodded, “That would be Opal. She’s a bit skittish around new people.”

He nodded and glanced up at it again only for Fred to pat his back, “No worries, you’re bound to see her eventually.”

Realizing the time Sebastian held his place by your side for an escort out stealing brushes of his fingers across the sleeve of your grey sweater trying to build up the nerve to just grab your hand only to leave your side to join his brother for their own set of classes. In a trot you three went to join Cedric and the team for a session with Oliver and his team who had managed to gather up as much info on their teams as possible to strategize. Even on opposing teams it was a matter of school rivalry as well, and even in a less strenuous in structure compared to theirs, for which they were required to be in strict uniforms and follow daily stops for house meetings as well, you were determined to show you were no less skilled than they were.

Around the fireplace of the common room in a nightly smore party one of your first years peered at you curiously then asked you, “Is there a hex on the Southern Study Hall?”

With lips parted for a moment you shook your head, “No.”

He nodded then added, “Well I heard as a Morpher you can see things we can’t, and I’ve seen you avoiding it, even when everyone else goes in to look at the Goblet of Fire. And I just got curious.”

All eyes looked to you realizing they had noticed the same and had dismissed it, inhaling sharply you shifted your fingers around your still too hot to eat smore, “I, um, had a dream about it.”

“The hall?”

You shook your head, “No, the Goblet, it was an odd dream, more of a feeling really, just that it’s going to be hexed. And usually if things have been hexed I tend to be around them when it happens.”

Another girl asked, “So you’re hoping to avoid it?”

You nodded, “I doubt it would work like that, but still doesn’t hurt to try I suppose.”

The first year asked, “So you aren’t entering?”

“I won’t be seventeen till April.”

He nodded then looked around the room asking, “Who is entering?”

A few scattered sixth years and seventh years including Cedric raised their hands and you all nodded knowing each of them were extremely talented and in a great spot to represent the school if chosen.

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By weeks end all of Beauxbatons old enough to compete entered along with most of Durmstrang between their courses. From Hogwarts as your dream rippled around through the houses only a few had entered publicly. Angelina from Gryffindor had done so already along with Cassius Warrington from Slytherin. The Age Line however was deemed a challenge possibly bested by a small brave few. S. Fawcett from Ravenclaw and Summers out of Puff had tried both being shot out of the line with full beards and white long hair sending them for those they knew to be the best in reversing jinxes to right the blunder quickly.

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Alongside Hermione at her own request you sat chatting over a textbook she was using as cover to ask you for possible tips on topics to use with Viktor, who had agreed to help her practice her limited vocabulary in Bulgarian.

The open doors filled with chatter while you saw Cedric fresh from a meeting with the Puff paper, all of whom had joined him in approaching the Goblet. In an assuring nod from you he chuckled and stepped through the line drawing cheers, through which he stepped closer to add his slip of paper with his name and school on it into the flames that pulsed a brighter blue then dimmed again in his path out of the circle again.

Through the doors the twins hurry in cheering and waving the vials in their hands.

“Cooked it up this morning.” Under your breath you chuckled and rested your bent arms on your knees with your feet rocking on the edge of the bench in front of you in the tiered bleachers.

Hermione, “It’s not going to work.” With grins they climbed over the first bench and crouched behind her both sending you subtle winks.

Twins, “Really, and why is that Granger?”

Hermione, “You see that? That is an Age line. Dumbledore cast it himself, it’s hard to believe that it could be fooled by something as pathetically dimwitted as an Aging Potion.”

Fred, “That’s why it’s so clever.” Climbing down they approached the Goblet.

George, “Because it’s so pathetically dimwitted.” They both stand outside the line shaking the vials, “Ready Fred?”

Fred, “Ready George.”

They link arms shaking the vials they uncorked, both saying, “Bottoms up,” downing the potions before hopping through the line. Cheers sound through the hall, “Ready?” toss their slips of paper into the goblet that lit on fire in a burst of light knocking them out of the line before they began to wrestle over their now white hair, mustache and beard.

Giggling to yourself you caught their narrowed gazes at the Goblet, hoping that one of them could have been able to enter so that if you were right and you would get sucked into this somehow they could have been there with you. Propping your chin in your palm your eyes turned to the doorway, through which the Krums and their group of friends strolled through passed the Twins, who stood and tapped their wands to their chins reversing the jinx silently. In stolen smirks sent your way the Krum brothers both looked you and Hermione over in dropping their names into the fire before turning to head back to their next courses down the hall.

In his turn however your eyes locked with Karkaroff’s and your free hand subtly clenched around your thigh out of his sight remembering the warning you had gotten from your father, uncle and Remus to steer clear of being alone with him fully supported by Barty and Alastor. The latter pair alongside Snape made it their mission to keep him off your trail ensuring he couldn’t do anything to harm you.

…

Daily each Quidditch team had agreed to the training schedule for as far as the pitch went, outside of that your paths blended in your stolen training sessions that brought more and more attention each time with all of you trying to rank the other as far as who would win in the first set of matches coming up.

Finally in your own first training on the pitch the stands were full as in the buildup of tension had risen once the visiting schools had traced back your team’s progress through the copies of the papers in the library you clearly were the best with near straight House Cup wins since your first year. Having meant to have won on points alone until Ravenclaw stole it away two years in a row just barely when penalty points were factored in. In a firm dominating practice up against high soaring dummies you broke off your summer month dust falling back into your groove as a team showing that even in the simple maneuvers and basic try for a practice match to forty points in your secured time you were a team to be reckoned with.

Clearly up against you it would be a hard won victory yet the cocky brothers both on D1 team met up with you in your stroll back to the castle, with Sebastian and the other Durmstrang boys all still near to drooling since you strolled into breakfast in your Quidditch uniform. Just the image alone was appealing and after your practice with skill to match the position you had claimed made you all the more appealing.

Looking you over Sebastian said, “Our team is up first this Saturday.”

You nodded and grinned up at him, “Yes, I heard B1 is missing their usual Thief so you should have a great shot for the goals.”

Smirking at you he all but purred at you, “You will be cheering for us then?”

“I suppose so. Unless you’d rather I cheer for powder blue?” Teasingly you asked making his arm reach out to drape across your shoulders under your braided ponytail.

“No. Cheer for gold and green.” Making you smirk up at him settling against his side, “We share gold,” leaning in he said, “It is destiny why cheer for blue? Plus, out of all the teams we will go easiest on you. No need in dominating all four of your houses.”

Giggling under his arm your smirk mirrored those of your team as you reached over patting your hand on his chest, “That is a very kind offer, we will see just how long you are offering it but still, thank you all the same.” In a quick peck on his cheek you caught his face light up in a deep blush and you pulled out of his hold to turn to your dorm to change while he was joining his classmates up to one of their classes, “Enjoy your class, see you at lunch.”

In your glance back at him he nodded and you giggled at the closing of your team around you with sleeveless team robes billowing behind you in your path down the hall leaving him staring after you for a moment before turning to their class.

…

In the hushed halls of the school while all were in class in the early morning hours a stolen moment in the Southern Study Hall brought on the beginnings of a sinister plan that went unnoticed. Lunch stirred an unsettling clench in your stomach shared by Professor Trelawney floors above you who started to consult her crystal ball in hopes of understanding what or who was coming the school’s way.

But answers were far from helpful and in your place with your Bulgarian shadow sliding into your right side again opposite Fleur on your left you were far from able to try and meditate opening yourself up to any vision that might help to uncover what was coming. Especially when the papers arrived and Sebastian grinned widely seeing your peck on his cheek having been captured by one of the school photographers. In a glance over your shoulder Draco subtly motioned it was being added to the family scrapbooks making you giggle to yourself and turn back to your meal as Sebastian folded and pocketed his copy of the paper in a grin at you.

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Saturday brought with it a divided school with breakfast dividing alliances to separate tables sporting the colors of which team they represented. Across the room you eyed your supposed rival for Bryt’s arm to the Ball, Evangelinne who was a Beater for B1’s team. Reluctantly Fleur sat in support of her own school, her worry was short lived as in the path to the pitch for the game you snuck a moment at her side comforting her in saying there was no hard feelings in the school rivalry, and alliances would shift the next day either way.

A stolen kiss on your knuckles later and the Krums were off leaving you to have your arm coiled up with Hermione’s in your shared path to your seats. Anxiously you sat running your fingers through your loose curls laying over your back to hide Opal, who was climbing out the neck of George’s sweater and strolled across his shoulder to yours curling up there excited to hear the match commentated by Lee Jordan, who like the other boys seemed torn between their admiration of the Krums and the Beauxbaton team, of which Evangelinne played professionally for France as well.

The chilly air blew right through you until you settled into your seats, all of you together working as living heaters making it more tolerable. A flash of red whizzed by and on their red Nimbuses D1 raced around the pitch and took their place relaxing at the cheers sounding around them. A flash of blue brought cheers from the opposing side of the pitch with B1 entering on blue Nimbuses. Hermione beside you asked, “How do they get colored brooms?”

You shrugged and replied, “Not sure. Might be special issued from their shops in their countries, special order probably.”

Back and forth in an explosion of cheers the game was neck and neck until Viktor soared off towards the ground and captured the snitch inches from crashing bringing a wave of cheers back again. Filing out again when you hoped you had time to take Opal back to your dorm. Right outside the pitch however an arm draped around your back and in a bubbly chuckle Sebastian asked, “There you are!”

At your side however in a familiar tail coiling up to the neck of your sweater his eyes dropped and when your hand covered his mouth they snapped up to yours catching your quick grin, “Shh.”

Your hand lowered and he whispered, “Is that a dragon?”

“Opal.” His eyes met yours again and his lips parted, “She was blinded as a hatchling.”

“The school knows you have her?”

“Unofficially, yes. She’s supposed to stay in my dorm this year to keep out of sight but she does love listening to the matches.”

He smirked easing his arm around your back to continue on again towards the victory cocoa and snacks in the Great Hall, “Your secret is safe with me.” His eyes dipped seeing her nestling under your hair widening his smirk.

All day you spent with the guys between your few classes sharing more about the creatures they had heard you encountered here. Most especially they wished to know more about Tulip only to be disappointed that this year the course on observing Tulip would not be available due to the Ministry being so involved with the school this year.

Dinner again split you up again and once your choir was over you took your usual patrolling spot and then went off to bed anxious to see how Gryffindor vs D4 would go the next day.

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Harry, Katie, Dean, Ron, Angelina and Alicia joined Oliver in their stroll out to the pitch after a tense breakfast. Even with your budding relationship with Sebastian he still felt the need to support his fellow schoolmates and anxiously joined them into the stands opposite yours. Even younger and less experienced as a team with Katie and Angelina leading in the scores with Oliver’s flawless protection of the goal posts it was an easy win for them leaving the other teams stunned and curious as to how your other school teams would match up against theirs.

Pt 34

#Asked to the Ball #Quidditch Tournament #Quidditch Practice #Laps in the Lake #Tour of the Puff Dorm #Hex on the Goblet #Entering the Tournament #Age Line Plunders #Fred and George Weasley #Cedric #Snape #Barty Jr #Alastor #Viktor Krum #Sebastian Krum #Hermione #Fleur Delacour #Minerva #Albus #Harry #Ron #Bryt #Evangelinne #Oliver #Opal #Karkaroff #Draco #Lee Jordan

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Song

Star: Im Yeojin (Loona)

Idea: Yes

Love: if it’s possible, can it be a soulmate su kind of thing where the music you’re listening to or thinking of (if that makes sense) with either yeojin or choerry. ok! so it’s like, maybe they are both idols? or one is a trainee/fan while the other is an idol, and they constantly hear the songs and maybe it drives one crazy? so to make it stop they try to look for each other, only to find out one is crazy famous or out of reach, so they try to figure out how to tell one another they are soulmates -🐧

A/n: Hey love! You know who you are, I'll probably link this to you anyway. Sorry it took a really really really long time😅

You squint your eyes, looking at the menu until you shrugged and chose one at random. The man gave you your receipt, smiled brightly, and asked you to wait for your order. You nodded and walked to an empty table, choosing a quiet part of the restaurant, and patiently waited there. 

Truthfully, you were starving. This was your first proper meal for the whole week. It’s taking you a sliver of patience not to go out and buy a donut while you're waiting for your order. You decided to distract yourself, knowing that you were less than five minutes away from finally receiving decent food. 

You have been a bit busy for the past few months. You were recently scheduled for a world tour, so you were working double. The process of writing and practicing your songs was exhausting. Since you were a solo artist, it was a bit taxing because you had released more songs and you were working on the whole concert by yourself. 

So for the past week, you’ve been hard at work. Writing and recording special songs and videos that your fans will undoubtedly appreciate. You haven't gotten enough sleep, and your stomach has been complaining about being fed only protein bars and yogurt. You were beginning to lose it, but thankfully, you managed to finish all the heavy things and got a few days off to rest before the days ahead. 

For now, you are stuck with listening to the music in the restaurant, hoping to find some sort of peace that will last you five minutes, and you could blame it on your starvation when you suddenly felt something in the pit of your stomach as you listened to the song. The hair on the back of your neck stood, as a chill slithered down your spine.

"...You don’t need to be afraid of anything,

Together with me to the top,

To the top of the sky."

Your chest swelled, but it didn’t hurt. Your mind seemed to race, and if it wasn’t for the waiter delivering our order, you thought about standing up and suddenly running. "T-Thank you," you said, shaking your head as the sudden feeling went away, causing you to let out a puff of breath. 

You paid it no mind, deciding to eat your meal to quench the sudden feeling. It was safe to say when you finished, you were much happier. You cleaned up and left, much more satisfied, the feeling in your chest being suppressed as you walked back to your dorm. 

——

There was a groan that got mixed in as Yeojin scrolled through her phone. She kept her arm around an older girl, who slept soundly while snuggling into the fabric of her hoodie. 

She was mindlessly scrolling, trying to find something to ease her boredom. Then she stumbled upon a compilation reel. It listed all the songs that had blown up since the beginning of the year. Curiosity got the best of her, she wanted to see if her group was part of it. 

It went from Twice, BTS, Red Velvet, and Aespa. She smiled when she saw "Paint the Town-Loona," but after that, she suddenly felt her chest swell when the following song popped up, "Tteokbokki-Y/n." 

"...I want some of this, some of that,

A cold winter night, 

Better treat me right." 

She smiled at the lyrics. She finds the song a bit silly, though she couldn’t help but feel something in her gut. Her chest felt like it was popping out and she felt the urge to suddenly move around. Yeojin kept shifting, successfully rousing the girl in her arms, who suddenly whined when her slumber was interrupted. 

Wide eyes opened slowly, a pout visible on her lips as Yeojin snapped out of her state to glance down at her best friend. "Sorry, unnie," the younger one apologized, watching as Yerim sat up to rub her eyes. "What’s wrong?" She asked through a yawn, earning a sigh from the younger girl as she shook her head in reply. 

"I’m bored," she replies, tossing her phone to the side, forgetting about the events from earlier before a mischievous grin forms on Yerim’s face. "Do you want to annoy Jungeun unnie?" She smiled at that, offering her hand to the girl as they left to go cause trouble. 

——

Yeojin is lounging around on the couch, scrolling through the TV while she tries to find something to ease her boredom. She was partially alone in the dorms today; half of her group was on their schedule, and some decided to sleep in. So far, she was the only one awake, and she was stuck with nothing to do. She couldn’t do her regular shenanigans since she didn't have some of her maknae line to annoy her unnies. 

She easily got tired of searching and eventually pulled out her phone. Once again, she was scrolling through to find something that could entertain her. Her social media consisted of Kpop since she was one to enjoy listening to other groups’ songs. 

She was going through multiple videos, and eventually, a familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach grew when she came across clips of what seemed to be someone having their concert. She hears, "The next one everyone’s surely going to like," before an upbeat rhythm begins to play. 

She feels a weird sensation, but she ignores it and continues listening. There was something that made her do it, a feeling that she wanted to pursue. 

"Rainbows, arching the sky,

Sunshine shines directly above, which catches my eye,

Let me play with you,

Think of the games we can go through."

She pats her hand on the couch, matching the rhythm of the song, as a small smile graces her face. Without even knowing it, she spends the rest of her afternoon going through the different clips that she finds of the concert. Her friends return home and she sees the younger girl. 

They were amused when they saw her sitting upside down, a silly grin plastered on her face while she seemed to have tuned out everything around her. However, the fact that their maknae was smiling piqued some of their interest. Jiwoo comes bounding towards her, matching her position upside down before taking a peek at her phone. 

Then a squeal comes out of her mouth when she recognizes the person singing and playing. "You listen to Y/n too?" She asks as Yeojin sits up properly to look at the older one with wonder. "You know them?" Yeojin asks, the swell in her chest getting stronger as her excitement seems to double. 

Although Jiwoo shakes her head, Yeojin keeps listening. "I listen to her music a lot! She’s a really, really good artist. All her songs are catchy and great!" She goes on, making Yeojin curious before she starts searching about you. 

It looks like she’s found something to ease her boredom. 

—

You find yourself dressed comfortably, jumping on your bed as you hum along with the music playing on your speaker. You snuggled under the warm blanket, resting your body after a long day of performing. As much as you love performing for your fans, it does take a toll on your body. Thankfully, there was only one city that you had left. You sighed before chills suddenly ran down your back. 

"...Brown eyes,

Only in the same place," You felt something in your stomach, almost fluttering as your heart started beating faster. 

"Carefully approach you

I kissed and secretly ran away," You started squirming, an itch forming, but you couldn’t figure out where it was. You felt a sudden urge, glancing at the current music that was playing on your phone. Upon seeing the name "Loona," you immediately looked up the group and began browsing through their entire playlist. 

There was a mixture of satisfaction and a continuous feeling of annoyance when you finished all their songs. It seemed like all the fatigue had drifted away before you decided to know more about their group. 

During that night, two people browsed all night, laughing and giggling to themselves. Something was burning in their chests, a feeling they couldn’t explain. They wanted to know more and had an urge to keep watching and finding out more about them. It all held good intentions, but they felt a desire to keep knowing. Slowly but surely, the sensations they felt disappeared, leaving satisfied smiles on their faces before they sighed. 

"They’re amazing."

—

The days that followed weren’t the same. Once, the boring nights you would spend turned into nights where you would constantly watch or get updates from their social media. Yeojin began to listen to more of your songs, each one making her appreciate you even more, sometimes even fangirling whenever she got to hear you belt out a high note. 

You, on the other hand, began to stan their group. It went from listening to their songs occasionally, to eventually binging their videos and fan edits that made you learn more about their group. Even if you loved them all equally, there was just one member that stood out from the rest. She was funny, cute, and had the most switched personalities of all of them. That’s how you saw her, at least. 

In your eyes, Yeojin triggered something, a sort of excitement in your chest. Listening to her voice made you feel whole. It gave you peace and a safe place to feel safe and secure. 

You could never explain it, but it felt similar to the feeling you once had at the cafe. Looking back at it now, you recognized the song that played at the cafe, with the same part being Yeojin’s line, when you felt the same tingling sensation that you still feel now. It always began as a small tingle. Whenever their song began, it always started with your stomach fluttering, then your chest would start to swell whenever it came to her part. 

However, every time you think about the possibility of meeting her, it always brings a frown to your face. You don’t have a chance. You were way too out of her league. Plus, you were certain that she didn’t have any idea who you were, to begin with.

Even if you were in the same industry, or even how popular you were, there was no guarantee that she even knew you. 

You can only sigh, shaking your head before shutting your phone, feeling the swell and fluttering fade away as you slowly drift into the night. 

——

"I have been listening to a lot of K-pop songs, orbits. Do you want to listen to some with me?" Yeojin glanced at the comments, seeing a lot of "yes," so she opened her Spotify and clicked on her usual playlist. It consisted of all the popular groups and some of their own as well. 

As the list went on, she began to feel the fluttering in her stomach when your album came up. She thought nothing of it, humming along to the song like she used to. 

"Tteokbokki,

It tastes so sweet,

I’ll jump on my feet,

I want some of this…" 

Yeojin hums along while she does her work. She glances at the comments and her face grows a red hue when people start commenting since nothing but your songs have been playing for the past ten minutes. She ignored it, lowering her head to try and hide her shyness, which didn’t escape the eyes of the fans. 

‘She’s so cute!’

‘No one can blame her, all of Y/n’s songs are so good.’

‘Do they know each other?’ 

‘Crumbs?’

‘Tteokbokki is really catchy!"

Even though she was embarrassed, she didn’t stop the song, she couldn’t. The feeling was too satisfying. However, she couldn’t help but let her mind roam. She felt some urge to see you, but she knew that it wouldn’t happen in a million years. 

You were so far from her reach. Not only was she prevented by fame, but her company is also known to be very strict, so getting the chance to meet you is second to none. Shaking her head, she sighed and continued her task, not knowing that because of that day, the path had been paved for her.

—

"Thank you to everyone that came! I’m so happy to do this and I hope we can see each other again!" You waved your hands as the stage slowly lowered. You could hear the cheering of your fans behind your in-ears, a smile spreading across your face. After a month, you were finally ending your tour. It gave a sense of melancholy, but also made you satisfied that you were finally finished. You performed your heart out and showed your fans the appreciation that they deserved for supporting you from the beginning. 

You were escorted to your van and were driving home when you opened your phone. You were surprised upon seeing a multitude of mentions on your social media. Usually, it wouldn’t happen till a few hours later, since it would take some time for your fansites and fans to post all the pictures and highlights. It seemed oddly normal since they were told not to take pictures or videos, but people pretty much disregard that idea anyway. 

When you opened your social media, your eyes widened when you saw videos of the girl you’ve been listening to for a while. It contained multiple tags and also comments that made you furrow your eyebrows until you watched it. "I have been listening to a lot of K-pop songs, orbits. Do you want to listen to some with me?" You smile at the cuteness of her voice, watching as she opens her phone and music plays on the speaker. You wonder why you were tagged until it transitioned.

"Tteokbokki,

It tastes so sweet,

I’ll jump on my feet,

I want some of this…" 

You suddenly heard your song, making you blink rapidly before there was another cut. 

"Rainbows, arching the sky,

Sunshine shines directly above which catches my eye,

Let me play with you,

Think of the games we can go through."

It was another one. This time, you had to read the caption and blushed when you understood why you were tagged so much. "Yeojin played some music for her live today. But most of it was Y/n’s music. She reacted so cutely too!" 

You scrolled for about ten minutes straight, going through the videos where she kept humming along and small dancing to your songs. It made the familiar tingling sensation in your stomach come back before your mind was set on something. You closed your social media and looked up something online, smiling when you saw the website.

There was quiet tapping inside the car before you sighed when there were some available spots left. You made sure to get a seat and mark it on your calendar, closing the phone as you crossed your arms with a satisfied expression.

A week later, you were walking to an event. Paper bags in your hand, accompanied by a fluttering stomach. Nonetheless, you stood in line, waiting till the doors were open. There was a multitude of people with banners coming in with excitement.

Behind you, there were people holding cameras and equipment, which you assumed were their fansites. There was a panel at the front and twelve chairs with corresponding water bottles and markers. You fidgeted in your seat, feeling nervous and excited at the same time. You weren’t sure if this was going to work, but part of you believed it, even if it was just speculation. Maybe she feels the same way that you do. 

Your excitement seemed to match that of the people beside you, which seemed to double when twelve girls emerged from the sides. Your breath hitched when you saw a girl waving excitedly. There was a brief moment where you two locked eyes, and you felt the swell in your chest grow stronger. 

You also noticed the way she suddenly stopped, freezing in her place before quickly shaking her head. It could have been a coincidence, but you believed that it wasn’t. A smile formed behind your mask. Your hopes begin to grow bigger.

When event organizers begin to guide you to your lines. You stood up and got your presents, taking a deep breath before stepping forward. 

This was it. 

——

Yeojin could feel something when she was backstage, more so when she stepped onstage. She recognized the familiar tingling feeling, which seemed to be amplified when she suddenly looked into the crowd and locked eyes with someone. 

She knew the source of that feeling, her mind drifting towards you, but she shook her head. It couldn’t be you. 

The fanmeet began, and soon her mind was elsewhere. She spoke with her fans, received their gifts, and even shared secrets with them. However, the feeling in her chest never went away. It was down to the final ones. Some of her members were already up and about, playing with their gifts as they posed for the camera. 

Then she was handed her present. She set it aside and offered her hands to the girl in front of her. She gladly accepted. That’s when they both froze, feeling an electrifying touch, but they couldn’t pull away. Yeojin’s eyes widen as she looks into the soft brown ones. 

Both of you stare at one another before you eventually snap out of it and remember where you were. "It’s great to finally meet you." Yeojin was speechless. She realized who it was in front of her. The feeling alone assured her that it was only one person. 

But she couldn’t fathom that you were there, in front of her. "U-Uh—-Hi," she managed to croak out, making you giggle before squeezing her hands. "I hope you like the present. It’s something special for you." She hears before you are ushered to the next member, her mind running a thousand miles while her heart hammers against her chest. 

She keeps a close eye on you, watching as you interact with her members before walking back to your chair. Oddly enough, she felt satisfied even if nothing had happened. She felt like she was complete. As the fansign ends, she acts like her usual self, albeit the subtle glances she throws in your direction. When it was time to leave, she left begrudgingly, still not able to process that you had appeared. 

Everything ran on auto-pilot until she was back at the dorms, unpackaging the gift she got from you, which revealed a copy of your album. She laughed when she realized, seeing all your pictures before a piece of paper fell out. 

She looked at it curiously, unfolding it, and saw a phone number. Without much hesitation, she calls it and waits with bated breath. Her stomach was churning, and the swell in her heart came back. 

"Hello?" The butterflies in her stomach grew stronger when she heard your voice, a blush forming on her face as she took a deep breath.

"Hi, this is Yeojin."

#girl group #girl group scenarios #girl group imagines #loona #loona imagines #loona scenarios #loona yeojin #im yeojin #yeojin scenarios #yeojin imagines #yeojin

[britishassistant]

Crowley kid! Yuu gets kidnapped by one of the villain dorms and Crowley is touring the the lair and just come across his kid, just chilling their designated chair snacking and roasting the villains, maybe joking around with the minions a bit and then they see each other and it’s like that Spider-Man pointing meme

Thank you for the ask, dear anon!

This kiiinda got away from me a bit, but I thought it would be good since this blog has now reached over 200 followers! Whoo! Thank you all for your support!!

Crowley was just popping by to see how Leviathan’s operation was running.

He liked to do this kind of thing, show up when the supervillains competing for his attention least expected (or appreciated) it and demand they show him how their operations were running. The reactions and sights he got to see where always so much more honest than what a prearranged visit could offer him.

Take Leviathan-kun, for instance.

The young man is uncommonly nervous in Crowley’s presence, not quite stuttering, but clearly not far off from it either. He keeps adjusting his glasses minutely, making the light flash off them even as he rattles out his salesman’s spiel of guarantees and flattery.

The thieving corvid inside Crowley preens. Today was an excellent day for a surprise inspection.

There’s clearly something going on right now that Leviathan was desperate to hide from him, which just makes Crowley want to dig deep and uncover whatever this dirty little secret is and drag that wriggling, struggling weakness into the light.

Great Seven, he loves his job.

It doesn’t take long for him to ferret it out—as desperate as Leviathan is to redirect his attention the loyal minions moving like schools of fish through the lower levels of the lair, he doesn’t have the authority to do anything but totter after Crowley as he strides towards the control room of this fine establishment, his cane clicking against the ground with every step.

Great Seven, he loves his job.

There’s the raised voices of Leviathan’s lieutenants emanating from within, along with...someone else?

Crowley pauses, taking in the scene inside.

There is a person is tied to a chair in the center of the room with one of the Leeches hanging sideways off of their lap, arms wrapped around their shoulders as he leans backwards and swings his legs back and forth. The chair is beginning to teeter dangerously.

“Floyd, if you make us fall again, I’m suing you for damages.” A familiar voice quips.

Crowley’s insides go cold.

“Aha! So mean~ I’d never let you get hurt, Shrimpy~” The reckless and violent twin coos, nuzzling close.

“You already did.” The most kidnapped reporter in this city deadpans. “Twice.”

“Bold of you to assume that you’d be able to press charges in the first place, Yuu-san.” The sadistic and coldblooded twin grins.

“Azul likes me better than you two, he’ll represent me if I sell him my kidneys.” Yuu says loftily. “Plus I have witnesses, like that guy...there...”

Well, that’s ruined his dramatic entrance, but Crowley slams open the doors anyway, making his cloak billow and letting those leeches see the angry flash of his eyes.

“A-hem!” He booms. “What exactly do you think you’re doing? Is this how you think professional villains behave?!”

The sadistic twin stands to attention, bowing shallowly to him, as though that will keep Crowley from noticing how he’s moved in front of the hostage and his violent brother, who’s curled over Yuu with his feet planted firmly on the ground and is cocky enough to think baring his teeth at Crowley is somehow a good idea.

“Floyd.” Leviathan’s voice is clipped, moving towards his henchman and the captive. “My deepest apologies on behalf of my staff, sir. I’ll instruct them to take the prisoner back down to the holding cells to continue the inter—”

“No, you will not.” Crowley commands, swirling towards the aquatic supervillain. “You will release them from your custody immediately, and as I am so gracious, I will be sure to educate all of you about how violating personal boundaries—”

“Oh, come off it, you old crow.” Yuu drawls, one eyebrow twitching. “Don’t start pretending like you care now.”

The sadistic brother makes a small, choked noise. Leviathan has gone so still it’s doubtful he’s even breathing. Even the violent twin is staring at the reporter like they’ve grown a second head.

He clears his throat to hide the small sting in his chest at the remark. “W-why I don’t know whatever you are talking about, stranger I have never met before. I will arrange for an escort to guide you home, as I am so gracious.”

The reporter scoffs. “Well, isn’t that just the story of my life. I told you last time, I don’t want any of your goons within ten blocks of my apartment, remember?”

“Yuu, while I always appreciate your sparkling wit, please stop talking.” Leviathan mutters, eyes focused on Crowley. “Are you aware of just who this person is?”

“Who he is? Of course I know who he is.” Yuu’s exasperation is evident in their voice. “He’s my bio dad.”

Crowley bristles, feeling his feathers puff up in alarm. “Hatchling!!”

Leviathan chokes, wheezing for air as he gasps out, “Bio—what—?”

The sadistic Leech brother is visibly startled, whipping his head back and forth between Crowley and Yuu, lips moving too fast to read though no sound comes out.

“Eeeh~? The big scary boss man is Shrimpy’s dad? No waay~” The violent Leech brother jabs a thumb in his direction. “Who would fuck him?”

“HOW DARE YOU—!”

“Nobody.” Yuu says. “I was born via in vitro fertilization.”

“Hatchling~!” Crowley whines, disliking how wrong-footed his child leaves him. “That is hardly kind!”

Yuu lets out an undignified snort. “Sure, because that compares to dumping me back on Uncle Divvy after a week out of the test tube with instructions to leave me under a bridge somewhere.”

Both Leech twins pin him with equally unnerving stares, and Crowley has to remind himself that he is three times the villain they’ll ever be, that they couldn’t actually hurt him even if they did both attack at once.

Leviathan is just leaning against his desk, mouthing “Uncle Divvy” to himself with the sort of frquency usually reserved for those afflicted by Divus’ hysteria gas.

“We talked about that!” Crowley pleads desperately. “It was to make sure that you could grow strong through adversity! I could hardly expect you to take up my position if you grew up soft and dependent, now could I?”

“Babies are soft and dependent, that’s the whole point. I’d have been dead within the week if Uncle Divvy hadn’t given me to Mom and Dad.” Yuu sighs, slumping back into the chair. “Whatever. I’m never taking over from you and I don’t want any of your money. Can I go home now?”

“I’ll arrange for a car as I am so gracious—” Crowley states firmly at the same time as Leviathan interjects with “Ah, let me take you—”

He shoots a poisonous glare at the young upstart, and then at the unprofessional lackey who’s still clinging to his child.

“No thanks, to both of you.” Yuu sighs. “I’ll just call Yuuken to pick me up—”

“Eeeh?! But Shrimpy, he’s so lame and boring!” The twin in Yuu’s lap whines. “I can’t even squeeze him properly!”

“Yeah, that’s not really a negative here.” The reporter quips, putting up with the way the merman whines and nuzzles into their shoulder, teeth dangerously close to their jugular.

“I don’t like him.” Crowley sniffs. “He’s too good an influence on you.”

“Well, guess whose business that is?!” His offspring asks cheerily, before dropping back into their irritated moue. “Not yours. I’ll spend time with whoever I please, you can go suck an e—”

“I’ve called you a cab, Yuu-san.” The sadistic Leech brother pipes up, pulling his phone away from his ear. “It’s already paid for, so please don’t worry about it.”

The reporter frowns again, before shaking their head with a tired sigh. “Thank you. I need to go sleep off a migraine, so untie me and I’ll see you three next week or something.”

Leviathan moves forward to tug swiftly at the ropes pinning their arms behind their back and pulling his henchmen off of them, finally. “Let me escort you out at least. It wouldn’t do to have any more unpleasant surprises before you got home.”

“Fine.” Yuu pins Crowley with that look that always makes him want to squirm. “Have a lovely day, Dire Crowley-san.”

“Likewise.” He watches his heir walk out as the violent Leech twin calls out “Bye bye, Shrimpy~!”

He turns to those two upstarts, drawing himself up to his full height. “I am certain I don’t need to impress upon you the fact that none of what went on in here leaves this room, yes?”

The sadistic one meets his eye for a moment, spreading his hands wide with an unpleasant smile. “I am unsure of what you mean, Crowley-sama.”

“Yeah, dunno~” The violent one chirps from where he’s now perched in the recently vacated chair.

“Well, suffice it to say that Divus came up with a very interesting potion to affect merfolk, some years ago.” Crowley allows himself a cruel smirk. “One that gives them legs permanently. Shame it doesn’t do the same for lungs. I will not tell him how...carelessly you boys have been treating one of his most prized experiments, as I am gracious, am I not?”

He watches the pair of them swallow reflexively with a thrill of dark satisfaction. “Yes, Crowley-sama.” They chorus.

“Wonderful!” Crowley chirps, clasping his hands together. “Now, I think it’s time for a special lesson on respecting the personal boundaries of one’s hostages, don’t you?”

#ask #twisted wonderland #twst #supervillain au #dire crowley #twst crowley #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #leviathan #jade leech #twst jade #floyd leech #twst floyd #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu #yuu takes none of crowley’s shit #azul x yuu #jade x yuu #floyd x yuu

[nanatsumu]

TEENAGE FEVER

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x f!reader, oikawa tooru x f!reader

synopsis: iwaizumi has strung you on long enough and you’re finally at the end of your rope.

genre: heavy angst... like make your heart wrench in pain heavy, one sided pining

warnings: manga spoilers, bad grammar (didn’t know it was that bad until i used grammarly), MATURE themes, drinking, smoking, alcohol, iwaizumi being an asshole (he’s also a frat boy because surprise! frat boys should never be trusted), subtle hints at sex, bittersweet ending

word count: 6.7K

series masterlist

part one | part two | part three | part four

“y/n we know you’re in there, someone told me they saw you run in here.”

great!

you slowly sit up from the toilet, dragging your feet across the bathroom tiles until you make it to the door and begin unlocking the lock at a snail’s pace. but before you can even get a chance to twist the doorknob, somebody is already doing so on the other side of the door and the next thing you know, reina’s screaming ‘HURRY UP’ and you’re assaulted by the bathroom door.

“REINA!” you scream as the result of the door flying into your face has you clutching your head.

“SHIT! SORRY Y/N!”

“geez, why are you so fucking slow,” oikawa complains as he sucks his teeth, pushing the door in a little wider so that you can see standing him behind reina as well. “did iwa-chan’s kiss mess you up that bad?”

“your friend is a prick, oikawa!” reina jabs him in the side, eliciting a grunt from the poor man. “it was supposed to be a quick smooch but that guy had to be extra and start using tongue!”

“what kind of guy kisses a girl who he’s only met once like that?!” your female friend cries.

“only someone as ballsy as him would even try and do that,” oikawa stops scratching his head, his eyes widening like saucers as if he’s just realized something. “and don’t put all the blame on iwaizumi! y/n, you literally moaned! and i even saw you kissing back!”

“don’t make me feel shittier than i already do oikawa!” you jeer.

“he...” you sigh and you can feel the tears start to prickle your eyes. “i feel so humiliated, and embarrassed.”

“and i-i felt so... so exposed.”

oikawa’s playful expression falters as he hears the hurt in your voice and manages to squeeze his way past a protesting reina before kneeling down so that he could meet your glossy eyes.

“listen, i’ll apologize on his behalf for now and i’ll take him about it later, alright?” he awkwardly pats your shoulder, not sure what to do as he’s never been in a situation where he’s had to comfort a girl bawling her eyes out.

“y-you... don’t have— t-to do that,” you whimper. “i’m just being a big crybaby, it’s just a silly kiss.”

“no it’s not!” reina blurts out a little louder than she intended to. “that prick completely disrespected you and embarrassed you in front of everyone! it wasn’t even a matter of him kissing you, it was a part of a game, but that dude took it too far and crossed the line!”

“listen, this is why i told you to stay away from him in the first place,” your roommate shuffles closer to you and pulls you in for a hug. “let’s go home alright?”

“let me walk you guys home, it’s getting late outside and even though you two are together, you never know what’ll happen.” oikawa offers, and while you are quick to accept, reina wavers momentarily.

“how do you know you’re not gonna take advantage of us, hm?”

“please, if i wanted to i already would’ve given the circumstances but i haven’t because i. do. not. want. to!” he smiles patronizingly which irks reina.

“whatever, but if you even think about trying anything then i’ll cut your dick off and feed it to my lizard.” she threatens but oikawa doesn’t take it to heart.

you finally get the last of your sniffles out as you stand up to your feet and exit the bathroom with oikawa and reina trailing along right behind you, similar to an assembly line of ducks— a very... tall duck, a crying duck, and an angry duck.

the walk home was rowdier than you had expected it to be. while you were quieter than usual and still in a bad mood from earlier events, that didn’t stop oikawa and reina though from causing a ruckus on the way back to the dorms.

“you’re telling me, that THAT’S hajime? like hajime iwaizumi? the notorious playboy of irvine?” reina gapes as she stares at the photo of iwaizumi back in high school that oikawa had saved in his phone.

even you were surprised to see what iwaizumi looked back then when reina practically shoved oikawa’s phone in your face, the brightness radiating from his phone screen only further irritating your bloodshot eyes.

while he still had a bit of muscle on him back then, he looked a lot lankier in comparison to his university counterpart who had grown twice in size. his once pale skin had become almost a sun-kissed tan color that complimented his features. but what shocked you the most was that the iwaizumi shown to you in the photos was free from any blemishes on his arms and his ears weren’t dressed in dangly silvers or studs.

“that’s iwaizumi?” your jaw dropped and oikawa was quick to make a teasing remark about how your mouth was wide open enough for flies to fly in.

“what happened to him?!” reina cries.

“sometimes i wonder why he hasn’t visited japan in the past 4 years but when i look back at this photo and then compare it to present him, i would piss my pants too if i were him and had to go back home to my mom.”

“does his mom not like tattoos or piercings?” reina questions as you and oikawa give each other a look before turning back to the girl.

“i don’t know about iwaizumi, but my mom is pretty strict about tattoos and piercings,” you start to explain. “she’s the ‘girls shouldn’t get tattoos!’ and ‘guys shouldn’t get piercings!’ type of mom, so she’s not completely against it, but if i came home with a huge ass tattoo like iwaizumi then she’d sure as hell chop my arm off.”

“japan’s pretty strict about piercings and tattoos, especially when it comes to students because tattoos are kind of a sign of the yakuza in japan,” oikawa adds in addition. “piercings aren’t as frowned upon as tattoos but it’s usually the younger kids who have ‘em.”

“yakuza?”

“like a gang basically? or a mafia i guess.” you answer reina to the best of your abilities.

you start kicking a pebble around and breathe in the crisp california air, watching as a puff of smoke escapes your lips with every exhale.

“you alright?” oikawa asks as he begins growing worried since you haven’t said anything in the past few minutes.

“yeah, just thinking,” you stuff your hands into your pockets and continue kicking the pebble beneath your feet. “california is a lot hotter than japan.”

“you think california is hot? just wait ‘till you spend a day in the summer heat in argentina.” he counters.

“maybe one day,” you say in consideration. “maybe when i graduate university i’ll consider traveling somewhere before my life completely revolves around paying taxes and bills.”

“if you do come to argentina one day then just give me a call and i’ll be more than happy to give you a tour around.” he beams.

“my cousin is playing volleyball in brazil, i think?” you say, remembering your mother telling you that hinata had gone to play beach volleyball in brazil. “he’s blood-related but he lived in miyagi while i lived in aomori so we never really got to see each other that much.”

“miyagi? i used to live in miyagi too!”

“huh? really? do you know a hinata shoyo then?” you ask, intrigued at the newfound information. “i heard from my mom that he started playing volleyball in high school so he’s probably played you once in a game if you played volleyball in high school too.”

“i did actually, his team beat mine during the qualifiers for spring nationals my last year of high school and man, i think i probably broke the record for most bowls of ramen eaten in one sitting that day.” he chuckles but it comes out sounding more half-heartedly in your ears, almost like he’s recalling an unpleasant memory from the past.

“so what made you go to argentina?” you ask and oikawa answers like he’s been asked this countless of times (which he has.)

“when i was a kid, there was this volleyball player i really looked up to,” oikawa starts. “his name was jose blanco and there was a tournament happening in sendai that i went to where he played against japan, and at the time there was a young ace on the team who was a fledgling star,”

“he made a big impression during the first half of the tournament but he started getting worse as things progressed. he was kind of off for the rest of the game and i thought that he was gonna be subbed out but it wasn’t until they switched setters that i noticed the ace was getting back into his groove. jose was a veteran setter, 38 years old i think? and if you were to be asked who the star of the game was then you’d probably say the ace since he was the one who scored most of the points right? but if you ask me, i think the setter was the star of the game!”

“he was so cool too! like he was so calm the entire time and he inconspicuously helped the ace get back on to his feet and just simply left the court,” oikawa continues to ramble. “i even got an autograph but that dumbass iwaizumi took the paper that i bought and got the autograph of some dude on the japan team so i had to give jose the jersey i bought earlier that day instead. although it did end up getting washed though....”

“hah! desperate much?” you laugh as you bump shoulders with him.

“desperate time for desperate measures! no way was i gonna leave without getting the jose blanco’s autograph!” he emphasizes.

unbeknownst to you and oikawa, a cheeky smile creeps upon reina’s face as she watches you and oikawa converse with each other like you two were long-time friends catching up for the first time in forever.

you, on the other hand, were starstruck by the man that is oikawa tooru.

the story he told you left you feeling heart-warmed because you noticed how his eyes sparkled and his lips curved into a genuine smile as he talked about his idol and the sport he is so passionate about. oikawa was many things: a flirt, a smooth talker, a sly fox, and he could get a little handsy sometimes— but you could tell the love he had for volleyball was like no other and you respected how committed he was to the sport, even going as far as to going to argentina in order to follow his long-time idol.

“i think it’s really cool that you’re so passionate about volleyball,” you smile as you peer up at the night sky. “in my opinion, i think being committed to one thing your entire life is a bit hard depending on who you are, but at least there are guys like you who are one-in-a-million.”

your words strike a chord in oikawa and reina is quick to notice the way his lips part as he holds his gaze on you.

“oh would you two quit flirting!” reina lets out an inhumane noise that startles you and oikawa.

“you scared me!” you take a deep breath and frantically clutch your heart.

“just say you forgot that i was here because you were too busy getting chummy with oikawa!” she groans while pulling her face.

“you’re just jealous i’m stealing your roommate away,” oikawa sticks his tongue out at your roommate before stopping in his tracks and pulling you into a hug. “but don’t worry! i’ll take extremely good care of her.”

“no way buddy,” reina takes a hold of your arm and uses all of her strength in order to pull you away from oikawa. “she was my roommate before she was your friend!”

“wow i feel so popular,” you say sarcastically, accompanied with a roll of your eyes. “it’s 1 now and i think i would very much rather be at home right now in my jammies instead of listening to you two bicker back and forth.”

“you don’t mean me do you, y/n?!” reina wails as she clings onto you.

“oh look! it’s a bear!” you point out to the other side of the street and reina snaps her head in the direction you’re pointing in.

“where?!”

with her attention off of you, you take this chance to slip away from her and run towards your dorm building along with oikawa who’s right on your tail.

“you’re... really... fast!” oikawa pants as he speaks in-between breaths. “like a lo— WOAH!”

he trips over a slab of concrete that was out of place and out of reflex, he latches onto the nearest object— and unfortunately, you were the closest thing he could grab onto.

“H-HEY!” you screech when you feel yourself being pulled down onto the ground.

with the split second that he had of clarity, oikawa took advantage of the opportunity and moved his hand under your head so that it wouldn’t make contact with the concrete and his hand, would instead, cushion your fall.

you hit the concrete with an ‘oof!’ and while you were awaiting the sharp pain in the back of your head to come, it never came. instead, you open your eyes only to see oikawa’s brown ones staring right back at you with an astounded expression that mirrored yours.

“so, how are you doing this fine night?” he grins.

“pretty good, up until your dumbass tripped and pulled me down with you,” you snort.

reina gasps dramatically when she catches up to you guys and sees the position you two are in.

“you deny your chumminess with him and then you run off to get all handsy with him!”

“this idiot tripped and then thought it would be a good idea to pull me down with him,” you stand up after oikawa offers to pull you up. “what kind of thought process do you even have to think that i could catch your fall?”

reina squeezes his bicep, triggering him to let out a yelp.

“oh it’s hard alright.” reina smirks as oikawa yanks his arm away.

“do you work out a lot?” you sneak up behind oikawa and put your hands on his broad shoulders.

“yup!” he flexes his arm and gives you both a cheeky smile. “i gained 10 kilograms of muscle mass!”

“1-10?! isn’t that like 20 pounds?!” reina gawks at the volleyball player.

“yeah and guess what, i only grew one centimeter so it was all me baby!” he laughs almost mockingly.

the rest of the walk home was full of laughter and heartwarming bantering between the three of you and you were happy that you were able to meet reina, an amazing roommate, and oikawa, who was a cocky shit but still managed to squeeze a laugh out of you.

it was going to be a long 4 years away from home, but just as long as you were surrounded by the right people, you were sure that these 4 years would fly by in a jiffy.

when you guys finally arrived at your dorm building, you notified reina that you would stay outside and chat with oikawa for a bit and so she gave you the okay and headed up to your room first so that she could get ready for bed since she was about ready to knock out right then and there.

“thanks for walking me home, oikawa,” you pull him in for friendly hug that he didn’t expect, but nevertheless, he hugs back anyway because who is he to decline a hug from you? “i feel bad for having you walk me home even though you probably want to hang out with iwaizumi.

oikawa feels his stomach churn at the mention of his best friend and guilt creeps upon him like bile rising in the back of your throat.

oikawa had turned a blind eye to iwaizumi’s bad habit of playing around with girls and leaving them after he’s had his fair share of fun because iwaizumi was his best friend and despite the drastic transformation he had gone through within the 4 years that they’ve been away from each other, oikawa knew deep down that he was still the iwaizumi he knew and loved— the iwaizumi who had stuck with him through thick and thin during his adolescent years.

however, now that he’s taken the time to familiarize himself with you personally and grow to learn what type of person you were— someone with a good heart but isn’t afraid to voice their own opinions and stand their ground when people try to walk all over them— he can’t help but be greedy and want you all for himself.

“say, y/n,” you give him a soft hum in response which prompts him to continue taking. “you wanna grab some milk bread with me tomorrow at the cafe you were talking about?”

“are you asking me out on a date right now?” you wheeze. “you’re pretty bold for asking out someone you’ve only met twice your entire life.”

“it’s not a date unless you want it to be.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“a platonic date sounds good to me, don’t you think?”

“there’s no such thing as a platonic date, y/n.”

“maybe not to you since you’re probably used to girls flocking around you all the time,” you say and he’s visibly upset at the fact that you think he’s a casanova or something when in reality he still hasn’t had his first girlfriend yet. “so you in? i’ll even call it a date if you’d like.”

“yeah i’m in,” he puts his fist out for a fist bump, which you are content with returning, and he beams at you with the biggest smile you’ve seen him give you. “does the afternoon work for you?”

you pull your phone out of your jacket pocket and open up the contacts app before handing it to the male.

“just give me your number and we can go over the specifics over text tonight.”

he punches in his number, saving the contact as “tooru👽” before handing the device back to you.

“an alien emoji?” you laugh as you read his contact name displayed on your phone. “you’re a dork.”

“like you’re any less of a dork than me.” he playfully rolls his eyes as he pulls his phone out and gives it for you to return the favor.

you clumsily put your number into his phone, accidentally pressing some random digit one too many times, and save your name as “y/n :3” before handing his phone back to him.

“a bunny face?” he threw his head back and let out a humorous laugh.

“shut up!” you give his shoulder a gentle push. “as if an alien emoji is any better, at least my emoticon is cute!”

“yeah yeah, whatever you say.” he slips his phone back into his pocket before giving you one last final hug that feels a bit warmer than the ones he’s given you before.

“get home safe, oikawa.”

his eyes linger on your face for a bit longer than he would’ve liked.

your eyes were crinkled and your smile lines were more prominent up close, but it didn’t stop oikawa’s heart from skipping a beat.

“sweet dreams y/n.”

you awaken the next morning to the sound of your phone ringing and reina’s abnormally loud snoring (you’re surprised that the girls in the next room over haven’t come knocking at your door telling your roommate to snore a little quieter.)

with the sleep still present in your eyes, the brightness of your phone screen causes you to squint before your vision clears up and you’re able to make out the numbers ‘7:30 A.M’ displayed across your screen.

when the haziness finally leaves your system, you take a look outside your window and realize that the only speck of sunlight present at all is the sunlight that’s provided by the rising sun, peeking out from across the horizon.

you mentally curse oikawa out in your head as your fingers dance across your keyboard to type out a brief response to oikawa’s suspiciously ominous text message.

you reluctantly get up from your bed and slip on your fuzzy bunny slippers before treading over to your door, unlocking it, and then swinging it open, revealing your tall, brown-haired friend standing right where he said he would be.

“nice jammies,” he lets loose an unrestrained, boisterous laugh as he reaches out to fix the strap of your tank top which slipped off your shoulder. “i dig the bunny slippers by the way.”

you haphazardly shuffle your feet, gaining a smile from oikawa as he chuckles softly.

“can i come in?” he peers into the room by leaning over a bit where he sees reina sprawled out in a weird position on her bed, snoring loudly.

“uh, reina’s actually asleep,” you sheepishly scratch the back of your head. “the dorms don’t have separate bedrooms, everyone just sleeps in the same room with their respective roommates.”

“so movie night’s no longer in question?”

“i guess if you don’t mind reina being a plus one,” you shrug as you gesture for him to come in, letting him enter the room first so that you can close the door on your way in. “she’s a heavy sleeper so don’t worry about waking her up.”

oikawa throws himself onto your bed, even going as far as to slipping under your covers and making himself right at home, which, you don’t hesitate to scold him for doing so.

“what’s the point of coming all the way over here just to go back to sleep?” you cross your arms as you walk over to your bed, your knees hitting the edge of the mattress.

“the bakery opens at 8:30 so i wanted to pick you up since the walk there is 25 minutes from here,” oikawa pulls his phone out and checks the time. “it’s 7:37 now so hurry and get ready!”

you shuffle over to the worn-out dresser that has been with you since the day you moved into the dorms and pull out the drawers that contain a majority of your most worn pieces. taking into account the outfit that oikawa was currently sporting— an oversized hoodie, a loose pair of sweatpants, and some sneakers that looked to be on the pricier side— you decided that wearing something similar to that would suffice.

“can you turn around?” you ask as you grab a pair of black sweatpants, not bothering to check the design since they looked all the same anyways, and an oversized hoodie that you forgot you even had in your possession.

“hm? why?”

“i’m gonna change?” you shrug. “unless you don’t mind staying here by yourself? or you can just step outside for a minute if you want to.”

“oh yeah, sure.”

you watch as he heeds your request and begins to turn around to face the wall before proceeding to take off your pajamas, making sure to keep a close eye on him just in case he decides to be a peeping tom.

“you know, you’re pretty credulous trusting a guy you’ve only met last week.” he says as he rocks side to side, head still turned facing the wall.

“well i don’t have to worry about you peeping because i’m already done changing,” you pull down the rest of the bunched up fabric of your hoodie that’s around your waist before slipping on a random baseball cap you saw laying around. “even if you did turn around, i have a 5-pound textbook and i’m not afraid to use it.”

oikawa’s about to make a snarky remark in return to your futile threat when suddenly a loud snore escapes reina’s mouth, encouraging the two of you to give each other a flabbergasted look that leads to you both erupting into a fit of hushed laughter.

“let’s go before reina wakes up and gets a heart attack after seeing you in here.”

“no way!”

after exiting the dorm building and beginning your journey with oikawa to the designated cafe, you two arguing about whether or not milk or cereal should go first after oikawa mentioned to you that he was a firm believer of “milk first, cereal last.”

“if you put milk in first then you’re just gonna get less cereal and who the fuck eats cereal just to drink the cereal milk?” you shoot him a grimace.

“when you pour in the cereal after the milk, then it’s just gonna float there and who takes satisfaction in seeing that shit?” you add. “that’s why cereal first is way better because you get a bowl full of cereal and it’s just... perfect!”

“but your cereal is gonna be soggy by the time you put the milk back in the refrigerator!” oikawa retorts.

“then just wait until after you’re done to put it away? how long do you even take to put the milk back in the refrigerator that when you come back your cereal gets all soggy?!”

“and aren’t you supposed to be an athlete? i’m seriously concerned if it takes you at least over 15 seconds just to put back a carton of milk.” you take a jab at him.

“i will not allow this oikawa slander from you!” he stops in his tracks before abruptly picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“h-hey! put me down! i’m heavy, oikawa!” you squirm around in protest, but oikawa shows no sign of letting you go anytime soon as he starts to pick up his pace.

“i didn’t gain all of that muscle for nothin’ baby!” he laughs maniacally as he’s practically full-on sprinting down the street now.

luckily enough, the cafe was just around the corner of the street that oikawa started running down from which meant there was finally a reason for the male to let you down, despite the fact that you had been punching his back for the last minute or so but you couldn’t seem to crack him, his arms, nor those broad shoulders of his.

you let out a huff of feigned annoyance once you’re down on your feet while oikawa is still laughing his ass off as you two walk into the establishment.

“not funny! i almost dropped my hat when you pulled that stunt!” you complain as you’re frantically trying to fix your hair: when oikawa abruptly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, the baseball cap on your head was about to fall off but thankfully with your reflexes, you were able to catch it in the nick of time— however, at the price of your own hair.

“here, i got you,” oikawa extends his hand out to your head and starts to brush away at your mess of a hair. “if it makes you feel better, it’s on the house.”

“i was gonna make you pay anyways.” you stick your tongue out at him playfully, feigning annoyance.

“pft, and you brought your wallet anyways?” he grabs your wrist and pulls it up so that you could see the object in your hands.

“it has my id in it you doofus,” you roll your eyes but there’s a hint of blush on your face as you realize he’s practically holding your hand. “and what if you forgot your wallet, hm?”

he lets go of your wrist before slipping his hand into his sweatpants pocket and pulling out a black wallet.

“i never forget my wallet sweetheart,” he winks and you laugh. “especially if i know i’m gonna be going out with a pretty lady— don’t wanna leave a bad impression y’know”

“i think you’ve already left quite the impression on me from your stunt earlier.” you bump shoulders with him.

“so see anything you like on the menu?” he puts his hand on the small of your back and guides you over to where the menu is so that you could get a closer look at all of the options the cafe had to offer its customers.

“we’ll... we did come here originally for milk bread,” oikawa notices how deep in thought you are over something as trivial as baked goods and he can’t help but smile a bit when he notices the little pout on your face or the crease that forms on your forehead when you scrunch your face a little bit. “but i wanna try their matcha bread! and their boba looks good, or is it a little bit too early to be drinking boba?”

oikawa’s so lost in thought (*correction: staring at you) that he doesn’t even realize that you’ve been trying to grab his attention by calling his name 5 times— and it’s only when you physically have to shake him a bit that he snaps out of his little daydream.

“oh, sorry!” he gives you an apologetic smile. “what’s up?”

“i was asking if you wanted to share one of their drinks with me but you were too busy staring at me to hear.” you sneer. “do you have a crush on me or something? heh.”

“pshhh, no way!” he has a sheepish look on his face that you can’t stop yourself from laughing at.

“you better not go falling for me anytime soon, you playboy.” you jest while nudging him with your elbow.

“i’m pretty sure i should be the one telling you that,” he rolls his eyes playfully. “i’m surprised you haven’t confessed your undying love for me yet.”

“i don’t fall in love that easily, pretty boy, and i certainly do not fall in love with someone i’ve only recently met.” you snort at his comment.

“hi there! are you two ready to order?” a voice startles you and oikawa as you both turn your heads towards a woman standing behind the counter.

“oh i’m so sorry about that! i’m sure you didn’t come to work just to see the two of us play around.” you giggle as the woman mirrors your action.

“it’s nothing new to me, it seems like this place is a hotspot for couples to come and hang out so it’s kind of the norm for me now.” she reassures you.

“are you a college student?” you ask the cashier, taking note on how she looked to be around your age.

“i actually graduated from culinary school about 2 years ago,” she starts off. “my parents supported me throughout my 4 years of culinary school, but when it came down to actually opening this cafe, my boyfriend— well, fiancé now— helped me look for a good place to rent out and it was history from there!”

“it was a bit hard at first since i was still fresh out of culinary school and i could barely start this business with the funds i had saved up, but thankfully my boyfriend was able to pitch in and help make my dreams come true,” she continues and you feel your heart grow fuzzy at how whenever she mentioned her boyfriend, her face would soften and a small smile would make its way onto her face. “i honestly cannot imagine a life without him, he’s been with me since high school so he’s always known about my longtime dream of owning my own cafe. he’s always been my rock during my hardest times and— oh my! i started rambling didn’t i?”

she starts to apologize for burdening you with her life story, but you dismiss her worries by waving your hands in front of you, oikawa laughing and copying your motions.

“i think he’d be really happy to hear that you think so lovingly of him.” your lips curve into a gentle smile, which the woman reciprocates.

“what’s your name?” she asks.

“i’m y/n! and this big guy is tooru.” oikawa waves at the woman, her following suit.

“ah i see! well y/n and tooru, my name is maia and it’s so nice to meet you two!” she brings her hand out for a handshake, which you and oikawa return. “are you two college students?”

“yeah! i’m actually a student at the university of irvine!” you answer enthusiastically. “tooru is just visiting from argentina at the moment so i wanted to take him around the area before he left.”

“argentina, really?” her mouth forms an ‘o’ shape. “it must be hard doing long distance, huh? i couldn’t even imagine if my fiancé and i had to live that far away from each other.”

you and oikawa turn to look at each other in confusion before an invisible lightbulb goes off in both of your heads and you bring your attention back onto maia, who’s now equally as confused as you two are.

“we’re actually not dating!” the pink hue from earlier creeps back onto your cheeks and from the corner of your eye you can see oikawa fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie. “i met him at one of the frat parties i went to last week and we kind of just clicked.”

“i’m so sorry for assuming!” she has a distraught look on her face and you’re quick to tell her that it was just a misunderstanding. “you two just look really cute together, plus i’m also really used to a lot of couples coming here that i was quick to assume that you two were dating!”

“i mean, we’d be a cute couple right, y/n-chan?” gone was the nervous oikawa you saw just a second ago, and back was the cocky oikawa you all know and love.

“you wish!” you scoff, not bothering to shrug off the arm he slung around your shoulder.

“anyways, is it alright if we can get two of your milk breads as well as a matcha bread and a oolong milk tea with boba?” you order and maia quickly input the order into the tablet in front of her.

“will that be all for you today?”

“anything else you want, oikawa?” you ask him but he shakes his head in response. “i think that’ll be all for us today then, maia.”

you’re about to insert your card into the chip holder when suddenly oikawa grabs your arm and plucks the card out of your hand.

“h-hey! what are you doing? give me my card back!”

“didn’t i tell you that it was on the house earlier?” he looks at you with a teasing smirk on his face and before you could protest again, a pleasant sound comes out of the machine, signaling that the transaction was successful.

“such a gentleman! you should snatch him up before someone else does, y/n!” maia coos.

“i think it’d be best for someone else to snatch him up, i don’t think i could handle all of... this.” you motion to his entire body.

“are you flirting with me?” oikawa had a shit-eating grin on his face that you were so tempted to wipe off, but his actions from less than a minute ago still caught you off guard and you had to admit, you were glad he wasn’t a cheapskate and offered to pay in your stead— well, more forced you out of paying.

“thanks, oikawa,” you didn’t know what you had the other day to make you act so bold, but you stood on your tiptoes and planted a chaste kiss on his cheek out of gratitude. “for being the only gentleman on campus, even though you’re technically not a student here.”

out of instinct, oikawa’s hand immediately flys up to the spot where your lips touched his skin and starts to graze it.

“heh, i like your spunk, y/n.” he shows you a cheeky smile.

“don’t let it get to your head, it was just a complimentary kiss.” you laugh and it sounds more melodious than usual to oikawa’s ears for some reason.

“so...” he starts and you let out a small ‘hm?’ which prompts him to continue. “do you have any plans for the rest of the day?”

“i don’t think so? i have the dorm all to myself from when reina goes to her blind date and up until she comes back, so if you wanna do something then i don’t mind squeezing you into my schedule!” you reply, but a thought suddenly resurfaces in your mind. “no frat parties though, i heard one of iwaizumi’s friends are hosting one tonight but i don’t think i can think about another frat party without having to gouge my eyeballs out.”

“got it, no frat parties,” oikawa chuckles. “if it makes you feel any better, i never liked those frat parties anyways and i only went because iwaizumi is the only person i know here which meant i was obligated to follow him around everywhere but now that i know you, it changes the whole game!”

“i’m just as new to california as you are oikawa, don’t get your hopes up too high.”

“but that’s the fun part about it, right? we get to explore california together! it really feels like we’re a couple don’t you think?” he blurts out in the heat of the moment but quickly comes to realize the weight of his words. “oh shit— sorry... i hope you’re not uncomfortable hearing me say that out loud.”

“not at all!” you look down at your shoes for a fleeting moment before looking back up at oikawa. “it’s quite... endearing? i’ve never really had a lot of ‘guy friends’ and mostly hung around with girls so this is the first time i’ve ever really had a guy show any interest in me— platonically of course!”

“and you’ve never ever had a boyfriend before?” oikawa lifts an eyebrow.

“nope, never even had my first kiss,” you say but you think back to the events that took place last night. “well, up until yesterday...”

you tried to hide the grimace on your face as the memory of you and iwaizumi kissing kept playing on repeat in your mind, but oikawa was able to see right through your mask and clenched his fists as he recalled the distressed look on your face when he and reina found you crying in the bathroom.

oikawa believed that you should have deserved to have your first kiss taken by someone who truly loved you, but instead, it was taken away by his scum of a best friend, who, he was currently disappointed in for treating you the way he did last night.

oikawa is about to open his mouth up to say something, but he’s interrupted before he even gets a chance to say anything when maia announces that your order is ready.

“it smells so good, maia!” you say after you skip over to the other side of the counter and take a whiff of the freshly baked pastries.

“oh you’re making me blush, y/n!” maia cups her cheeks bashfully while you laugh at her antics.

you shake up the cup of boba so that the pearls were evenly distributed throughout the drink before taking a straw and puncturing a hole through the film on top of the cup, taking a small sip after you mix the drink around one last time with the straw.

“mhm! so good!” you lean back, not realizing that oikawa had moved to stand right behind you, resulting in you crashing into his chest.

“shit, you scared me oikawa!” you laugh as you slap his chest. “want some?”

you hold the straw up to his lips, and you notice the way his eyes widen by a fraction.

“you wanna share?”

“well yeah? unless you’re scared of getting cooties or something, what are you? 12?” you tease. “or are you worried that it’s an indirect kiss? i can always get another—”

your rambling is cut off when his lips wrap around the straw and he takes a long sip of the drink in your hand.

“there, we just indirectly kissed!” he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before shooting you a goofy grin.

“pft, how childish do you have to be to be freaked out over an indirect kiss.” you mumble, but it doesn’t cover up the blood that rushes up to your face, painting your cheeks in a pinkish hue which oikawa finds endearing.

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ateez reacts: their crush having their sixth sense open

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Hongjoong:

He would be amazed upon hearing how your third eye is open ever since you are a child. Would ask you for stories of situations wherein you felt something bad in a place you are in or was there ever another entity following you or someone else. As a joke, you tried to prank Hongjoong that a child is standing behind him. Hongjoong's face morphed into a look of shock and fear that he slowly walked closer to your side before asking if the kid followed him. You'd end up laughing before telling him the truth.

Seonghwa:

Seonghwa would be so interested to hear your ghost stories. He isn't a scared cat and would only have a shocked expression whenever the other members can feel something heavy in the atmosphere too. As a joke, while Seonghwa was away for tour, you told him that a white shadow just passed behind him. Seonghwa turned around and looked behind him before turning back to face you.

"I didn't see one. But even if there was, I wouldn't be able to understand what the ghost is saying."

Yunho:

He would be amazed to know that you can see and feel other entities, Yunho would always ask you for stories about it. He thinks ghosts are fascinating! One time you tried to play a prank on Yunho while inside the practice room that a white figure is standing a few feet away staring at him, Yunho's lower lip jutted out and his eyebrows furrowed before standing next to you.

Yeosang:

Yeosang doesn't believe in ghosts. You can take him to a haunted house and would only laugh at the members scared expressions at every turn they went to. As a joke, you told Yeosang how a child ghost has been following him ever since he stepped inside the company building. But Yeosang could only smile, "I don't think the ghost child is going to hurt me. Maybe it's here to tell me 'oppa you did a good job today!'"

San:

San doesn't believe in ghosts. For San, he believes that he should fear the living more than the ones who have passed away as the one who are still alive are more capable of hurting one another. As a joke, you tried to play a prank on him by telling him how a black shadow has been watching him sleep every night. But San could only scoff and then pat Shiber's head gently in his arms.

"Shiber won't let anything bad happen to me while I sleep. Shiber will ward them off for me."

Mingi:

He doesn't believe in ghosts, or so he says. Mingi would puff out his chest, stand up straight and say that the ghosts cannot scare him because he is alive and they aren't. And as a joke, you told him that if he isn't so scared then surely he wouldn't be bothered to know that a woman in white is standing behind him. Mingi would let out a scream before hurrying off to go over you.

Wooyoung:

He isn't much of a scaredy cat. Wooyoung would even play a prank on the other members by saying that he really did saw a figure walk behind them or saw something standing by the doorway. As a joke, you told Wooyoung how his reflection isn't mirroring his movements, but all Wooyoung did is let out a sigh before facing you.

"You're going to have to do better than that, y/n"

Jongho:

He doesn't believe in ghosts and would always turn the atmosphere up with his comedic antics. One time, you told Jongho how a black figure has been following him inside their dorm, Jongho shook his head.

"That ghost should leave. It doesn't even pay the rent lodgings."

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DATING NCT A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Na Jaemin

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Jaemin loves to have you as tightly against his chest as possible, with your hand often resting against his abs. He loves to remind you how strong he is with his affection and use it to assure you that you’re loved by him.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

You caught Jaemin’s eye at a concert as he walked through the rows of fans. Obviously, as he was performing, he couldn’t stay and chat with you, but he asked one of the security guards to head over to you and pass on a note so that he could get in contact with you once the show was over and he wasn’t busy.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

Throughout the rest of that tour the two of you talked nonstop, Jaemin loved to tell you all about the things he was doing and where he was in the world. On the day he finally arrived back at home from the tour, his first destination was your place so he could see you again. He knew just from all the communication the two of you had had throughout the tour that he liked you, so he wasted no time in telling you how he felt about you.

D ⇴ DATES

Love is something that Jaemin loves, and your dates are definitely reflective of that. He loves the cliché kind of dates that you’d often see in the movies, long walks, romantic dinners, he wants it all. He’s learnt a lot about love and the things that he’d love to experience with a partner one day from watching programmes, and so he puts all of that into practice with you. You love how romantic and heartfelt your dates are with Jaemin are as a result of his passion for love and making every moment with you as special as possible.  

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

He’s well known for being dedicated to his fans anyway, but no one ever thought that he was dedicated enough to end up dating one too. Despite being his first relationship, having someone that already understood how busy him, and the team were went a long way in making sure that your relationship ran smoothly. You’d never pressure him into anything, and if you needed to take a step back and not be by his side for a couple of days, then you’d do it, not just as a partner, but as a fan of the group as well.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

There are times when Jaemin can’t help but nag at you, it was one of the first things the other members warned you about him. He often does it without even thinking, if he walks in and trips on your shoes or sees that you’ve left the bedroom in a mess, then his subconscious will push him to have a grumble. Once you’ve sorted whatever nags him, he’ll be quick to apologise for getting on your case, reminding himself that a relationship is all about compromise. Aside from that, they’ll be few times when the two of you would argue as you’re both good at squashing any brewing trouble down before it amounts to anything.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

As an only child, Jaemin knew that he had to make sure that he found the perfect addition to make his parents happy. He was sure that he found it in you, and so were his parents too, he quickly grew to love you having seen how happy Jaemin was around you which was all that they’d ever wanted for him too.

H ⇴ HOME

As he has his own room in the dorm, neither of you are in a rush to find your own place anytime soon. You’re both young and having his members and managers around you both is an advantage not just for Jaemin, but for you too. Having so many people around you to look after you is something, you’re incredibly thankful for.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Jaemin was the first one to say, ‘I love you,’ at the second show that you went to. After the first show you attended ended so well, he was determined to make sure that your second one was just as special, if not more. With that, he finally decided to tell you that he loved you having kept it bottled up for such a long time.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Jealousy was a matter of pride as far as Jaemin was concerned, he didn’t want anyone to ever make him feel jealous, or see that he was feeling jealous, because that would make him a lesser man. In him, you’d often be able to tell that he was feeling jealous however as you picked up on so many of his habits. He’d often puff his chest out more and try and stand a little bit taller to make the point that he was yours and that he was going to defend you regardless of what anyone else may or may not want to try around you.

K ⇴ KIDS

Growing up, Jaemin always dreamt of having a little sister, but having a daughter was definitely the next best thing for him. Despite how young you both still were, he’d often lay up at night and tell you all about how he hoped that he’d be able to have a little girl one day just like how he’d hoped he had had when he was growing up. It definitely took you by surprise to begin with but seeing that he had a small part of his future planned out was definitely something that you also really loved about Jaemin too.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

Jaemin definitely likes to consider himself a funny guy, and he’ll work hard to make sure that he proves that to you too. Despite often being teased by the other members for how hard he tries to make sure that he can make others laugh, he’ll always get a reaction out of you whenever he tries to make you laugh. He definitely has a cheeky streak which will often leave you speechless as a result of the things that he tries, but you’re always putting him back in his place whenever he tries to tease you too hard and push things.

M ⇴ MISSING

He’ll try his hardest to carry on as normal whenever he’s on tour, he doesn’t want the others to see him sad, and he doesn’t want the feeling of missing you to get in the way of his work too much. Having spent the initial few days of getting to know you on the road, Jaemin was convinced he’d be fine when the next tour came around. But a lot had changed between you both since then, and your relationship was a lot more serious. As those feelings for you got stronger, it meant that the feeling of missing you inevitably became stronger too, which was something he internally struggled to deal with a lot of the time.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

Jaemin loves to hear you shorten his name to, ‘jae,’ despite many of his friends doing it already, it sounds different coming from you, which he loves. Jaemin is often reserved for when he’s in trouble, which is usually quite often.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He’s obsessed with your hair, he loves to play with it and run his fingers through it, he can’t help but twirl a strand of your hair in his fingers whenever he’s nearby you.

P ⇴ PDA

Your affection is usually very minimal, Jaemin will only ever hold onto your hand in public, to make it clear to the fans and the media that you’re a united front. He’s respectful of the fans and that some of them may frown upon your relationship so he doesn’t want to be too over the top whenever he’s around them and risk upsetting anymore of them.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He loves to ask for your opinion on him, whether it be his style, fashion, hair, or his body. Your seal of approval is something that is very important to Jaemin despite how confident he often tries to come across around you.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Jaemin loves to get you to wear as many of his shirts as possible because it will leave him no choice but to walk around shirtless. He’s very proud of his abs, and he knows that no matter how hard you try to deny it, you love to see them too. Any chance he gets to take your breath away by showing off his strong body he’ll take in a heartbeat, not giving up until your cheeks are as bright a shade of red as possible.

S ⇴ SEX

He definitely likes to be the dominate one when it comes to intimacy, and again try and prove to you just how strong he is. His arms will often be around your waist to move you into whatever position that he wants you, and once you’re there, his hands will move to run through your hair and tug against your locks. Despite how dominant he can be, the most important thing to Jaemin is that he’s taking care of you and what you want.

T ⇴ TEXTS

Since you ended up communicating through text when you first got to know each other, it becomes a habit for you both to often text each other throughout the day and share with the other whatever it is that you’re doing during your days.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

Love was always something that Jaemin adored, but he never imagined that he would love being in love as much as he did with you. It far exceeded any expectation he had of falling in love, and that was all thanks to you.

V ⇴ VACATION

Getting time away was rare, so Jaemin loved to take you on small trips, even if it was just for a night or two. Sometimes a change of environment was all that you both needed for a while to reconnect with that spark and enjoy some time with each other without someone or something interrupting you both.

W ⇴ WHINING

Again, Jaemin won’t so much whine at you, but he’ll often nag at you to do little things or listen to what he has to say if he wants your attention.

X ⇴ XXXXX

As he often likes to hold you tightly into his chest, the top of your head will usually be the sweetest spot for Jaemin to kiss to keep himself happy. Whenever he looks down, he can often see you burying further into his chest as a result of his affection, which only encourages him to do it more. Knowing that you’re happy whenever he kisses you is enough for him to squeeze you tighter and kiss you a little bit harder too.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were the one, the one that fulfilled all of the dreams he had about love.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Falling asleep together was another time when Jaemin liked to have you tightly against his chest so you could feel his muscles and feel strongly protected as you tried to fall asleep without anything causing you to be restless.

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Fluff 40, 46, 50 for Ushijima please. Gomen ^^ I hope Im not asking for too much 😅 Have a nice day!

a/n: that awkward moment when u sent this a month and a half ago 😃 heyyyy sorry I finally got around to it 😅 I hope ya don’t mind I just did three little mini drabbles

40. Why are you scared of loving?

Ushijima should be used to your antics by now.

To this day, the two of you get the occasional unsolicited comment about how you made such an odd couple. Ushijima was quiet, stoic, serious. You were loud, playful, and fun.

Maybe it is true what they say about opposites attracting. He begrudgingly accepts that he may or may not be just the teensiest bit boring, so he appreciates all the vivacious color that you bring into his life. He didn’t realize he could find such joy in the most mundane things until he was doing them with you cracking the most ridiculous puns next to him.

So, really, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when you burst into the living room, holding your phone to your face as if you were recording a video.

“Guys, you won’t believe this,” he hears you say, and now he knows you’re recording for some social media app (he’s not sure which one, there’s so many.)

“Toshi just told me he didn’t love me anymore,” you say dramatically, pointing the camera to his face. His own bewildered expression stared back at him on the little screen, looking at you lIke you just grew two heads.

“What? When did I say that?” He said.

“Just a few minutes ago,” you pouted.

Ushijima thought hard about your recent interactions, furrowing his brow before finally realizing. “You mean, when I said we couldn’t get a puppy?”

“Exactly!” You yelled dramatically, bringing the phone back to your own face, “Why are you scared of loving?”

You didn’t wait for an answer, immediately faking a sob as you ran away from him.

Ushijima just shook his head. He should be used to your antics, by now, and still he sat there, staring after you with a big dopey smile on his face.

46. You’re hurt. Please just let it heal.

You shouldn’t be there, you know it better than anyone. But your mind was going crazy just sitting in your dorm, and you could quite literally feel the muscles in your body deteriorating.

The air felt crisp in your lungs, your breaths coming out in puffs as you stretched along the track. The swelling around your ankle has subsided substantially, and you figured a little jog would be alright.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You froze at the deep baritone voice that seemed to pierce straight to your heart. You figured getting up at the crack of dawn might have allowed you more time before he caught you, but you should have known better.

You turn around slowly to face the disappointment clearly on Ushijima’s face, the boy in question dressed only in a hoodie and a pair of gray sweats.

“Heeeyyy, Toshi,” you say sheepishly, “I was just gonna... do a little walk around the track?”

Ushijima said nothing, stuffing his hands in his pocket.

Your shoulders slumped. “Toshi, I need to get better before the Spring Tour—“

“And you think this is the way to do it?”

You pout. “It’s just a sprained ankle.”

Ushijima took a step towards you, a wave of seriousness washing over him.

“You’re hurt. Please just let it heal.”

You could feel your irritation slowly dissipate the longer he stared you down. Beneath the apparent scowl on his face, you could see the way he’s scrunched his brow, eyes filled with concern.

You sigh, slipping your hand in his before dragging him away from your bad intentions.

“Easy for a nationally ranked superstar ace to say,” you grumbled.

Ushijima smiled, removing his hand from yours only to wrap his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closely into his side.

“You should listen to me because I’m a nationally ranked super star ace.”

50. Stay.

The pattern of Ushijima’s breathing began to slowly shift into something deep and heavy, and you know he’s fallen asleep.

You weren’t exactly sure what to do in this situation. You’ve never thought to stay passed your sordid tryst, and he had never thought to extend his welcome.

You turn to look at him; his mouth hung slightly open, his features looking so relaxed, you wanted to reach out and caress him. You weren’t sure what it was about seeing Ushijima this way that made your heart bloom in its chest, and you were afraid to find out.

You slowly try to maneuver yourself out of bed, one foot nearly on the hardwood floor when you felt the arm around your waist tighten.

You snap your head back to find the previously serene Ushijima was now staring at you with one open and eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“Where are you going?” He muttered, his voice thick with the sleep that had just washed over him.

“Oh.. I was gonna go home—“

“Stay,” he had said, looking up at you with eyes so hopeful, you felt your breath stolen from your lungs.

Slowly, you turn back around, wrapping the covers around you, and letting yourself fall asleep in the arms of Ushijima Wakatoshi

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